Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA.
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part five of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Finishing Touches by AKA
Over the next several weeks, I learned to expect the flavor of semen and pussy juice -- mostly semen -- in my mouth at least once a day. I spent most of my afternoons with my head between Tonya's thighs. She would describe her latest sexual exploits with Malph Ludder and his friends to her mother in excrutiating detail while I vacuumed her battered pussy of the copius amounts of cum left behind. They both acted as if it were a perfectly normal way to spend the afternoon.
If an afternoon gangfuck didn't work out -- the football team had to practice at least sometimes -- then I knew to expect a wellfucked Tonya knocking at my bedroom window later that evening. As with that first visit, her mother would wait in the car knowing full well that her daughter was bringing a cuntfull of sperm for me to eat.
Some days, I could expect both.
Tanya's mother was continually congratulating me on my cumsucking efforts and constantly reminded me of my new 'responsibility' to keep any wayward sperm from ever making her daughter pregnant. I honestly took this rather seriously. I mean, I guess it wasn't her fault she was a slut -- and I certainly didn't want her to get pregnant. But I sure wished there was another way. I tried talking with Mrs. K about birth control pills once, but her thinking was as difficult to follow as Tanya's could be sometimes. She had invited me over for dinner, but Tanya wasn't home quite yet.
* * *
"The pill? Oh, Bobby, please. With as much time as you spend with your face under her ass, I would think that you more than anyone would object to her taking a pill that will only serve to make her fat. I mean, you wouldn't want to suck semen from the ass of a fat girl, would you?"
"Well, no, but ..."
"Of course not. And there's just something a bit creepy about a fat slut, you know what I mean? They tend to attract a ... 'different' sort of man. Thus far, you've been eating the sperm of only the top-notch jocks & studs at the school, Bobby. But if Tanya porked up on the pill, heaven only knows what sort of greasy freaks would be dumping their loads in her. Do you really want to swallow the jism of a bunch of sleazy guys like that?"
"No! Of course not, but if she were on the pill, I wouldn't have to ..."
"Good. So you understand perfectly. Furthermore, with her tight little ass being her best feature, all the boys want to ram their cocks into it. They are all so jealous that you're the only one to get inside it so far, Bobby. If her ass got all big and sloppy, then they would hardly care. Now admit it, Bobby: Some part of you is proud of the fact that it's only YOUR cum that's drained from her asshole into your mouth, right? So far, at any rate. You're proud that you've got one up on them, right?"
"Yes, but what I'm trying to --" I said, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh, I know, I know. Eating your own cum just doesn't have the same kick as the cum of strangers. Heck, Bobby, your dick only twitches slightly when you're eating your own cum."
I just stared at her, frustrated with how the conversation turned. How it always turned.
"But look at you now. My darling daughter and her spermy pussy aren't even home yet and you're hard as a rock just in anticipation of all the semen you'll get to swallow."
As we sat on the couch, Mrs. K had been doing her usual trick of just barely managing to *not* touch my crotch for over an hour. I swear her hand hadn't left my upper thigh for 20 minutes. But, of course, she quickly blamed my stiffened cock on a desire to eat sperm. Every damn time ...
"You are such a good little cumsucker, Bobby. I must say, ... it is truly an honor to have such a bright young faggot spending time with my daughter the way you do. And you do such a good job for her. You really do make her happy, you know."
I both flinched and brightened at her words. But then I remembered that somehow the conversation had completely diverged from the topic of birth control. I was about to bring it up again, when the front door burst open.
Tanya came through the door in a flash and nearly ran across the room. She was holding her hand cupped against her crotch. Without a word, she stepped right up on the couch cushions, climbing on top of me. Standing with one leg on the arm of the couch and the other on the back, she squatted and jammed her pussy against my face, pinning my head against the rear cushion of the couch.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she exclaimed. As she ground her sticky flesh against my face, I felt her muscles relax and a huge quantity of thick, salty cum slide out against my lips. My mouth opened in an automatic response -- it was second nature by now. "Damn, Mom, I didn't think I'd make it!" said Tanya breathlessly.
"Well, it's about time you did, dear. Bobby's been here waiting for his 'dinner' for quite some time. Did you bring enough for a filling meal."
"You bet, Mom! He won't go home hungry tonight," she giggled.
"Good, dear. And don't worry about being late; it gave Bobby and me a chance to talk. We were just talking about how much he wants to eat a stranger's cum from your ass."
"MMMFF!" I protested.
"See? He's excited about it!"
* * *
Within a month, these 'feedings' were coming at all hours. Tanya's Mom actually got me a pager so that Tanya could find me during the few hours a day we were separated -- during school. I learned to make up all manner of excuses so I could leave class whenever I felt that buzz on my belt. We were able to find some privacy in the unused concert band room. I'd been given a key the year before when I was an assistant to the teacher -- before they cancelled the school musical program. The rows of benches were a perfect place for me to lie on my back while she straddled my face and emptied however many loads of jism into my mouth. We'd 69 until her pussy was clean and then usually she'd let me cum in her mouth ... which she'd 'feed' back to me, of course. The band room was special place to us because Tanya said says the thing that first attracted her to me was the way I played the clarinet. She said that something about the way I put my lips to the tip of long, sleek, black shaft just really made her want to get to know me.
Now, this may sound absolutely crazy, but when I really thought about it, this arrangement wasn't really all that terrible. Before you get any ideas, let me make this clear -- I'm no homo. I certainly never 'enjoyed' eating cum like Tonya and her mother seemed to think, but I was certainly getting used to the taste. At first I still gagged a bit when an especially large glob of semen slid into my mouth, but eventually I was able to suck those down in stride. I know you're thinking that you'd puke if it were you, but ... honestly, it's not that bad. I suppose ... OK, I guess I have to admit that it can really be quite tasty at times.
I bet you're also thinking you'd be totally humiliated having to lick up the sperm of a man (or several men) who'd just fucked your girl. I'll admit that this really bothered me at first, but the supportive attitude of Tanya and her mother really helped. If we were at Tanya's house, Mrs. K would stroke my hair or back as I licked and tell me what a wonderful boyfriend I was to her daughter. "You truly amaze me, Bobby," she'd say, "You're not just some man who'd leave my Tonya filled with cum and miserable. You're different than that." Tonya showed her approval with her tremoundous, body-racking orgasms. It was hard not to feel a little proud when I was able to bring her such incredible pleasure. I know it seems really weird looking at it from outside, but ... I guess you had to be there.
Anyway, with the taste and humiliation issues out of the way, I have to say that there were certain advantages that I couldn't deny.
First and foremost, I got to have Tanya as my girlfriend. Before, when people saw us together, they always assumed we were 'just friends' -- I just seemed too nerdy for her. But now, with Tanya always paying me so much obivous attention, every boy in school was jealous. Lunchtime was the best ... when she kissed me almost the entire lunch hour in front of the whole school. See, Tanya insisted on packing a lunch for me and had this cute way of feeding me -- she would lift food up to my mouth and kiss at my cheeks and the corners of my mouth as I ate it. She was always concerned about my health and brought me foods like bananas, cucumbers, zuchinni, and the biggest carrots you ever saw -- she said the big ones had the most vitamins. Sometimes, she'd break out of the health-food kick and bring some great homemade beef or pork sausages. The shocked look on the other kids faces was priceless. I guess they couldn't believe that a super-hottie like Tanya could go for a guy like me ... but I showed them, didn't I?
Secondly, Tanya always went home with me ... and everyone knew it. All those guys who lined up outside Malph's van in the school parking lot may get to pound her pussy for awhile, but that was all. When the van finally stopped rocking and she staggered out, I was always the one she came to with that adorable little clenched-leg walk (she said squeezing her thighs helped make her pussy feel better after all that ramming). The amused look of disbelief on those guys' faces when we joined in a loving kiss showed just how little they knew about how to treat a woman like Tanya. She told me they always refused to kiss her after watching her suck cock for that long. But I was different than they were, and they knew it.
Next was, well ... the sex. Let's face it: I was a thin, shy, nerdy white boy without money. Under most circumstances, I'd be lucky to even get a few dates during the whole school year much less sex with the hottest girl in school. And while I'd always considered my dick to be at least average size, Tanya's constant comments on 'my cute little pecker' seemed to imply that it was pretty small -- and she would know having seen so many. Given her obvious preference (if not outright 'need') for big meaty cocks, I knew I was lucky to be anywhere near her.
So I took it as a point of pride that I was the one who took her anal cherry. Sure, I had to suck out my own cum afterward, but at least I'd been where 'no man has gone before'. No one else could say that.
Believe it or not, I got blowjobs from her quite often. I had one up on those other guys in this department, too. While she sucked their cocks a lot, she never let them cum in her mouth because they expected her to swallow it. She knew that I would never ask her to do something she didn't like. Knowing how disgusted she was by cum, I told her that she didn't have to let me shoot it in her mouth, but she told me that knowing the cum was going to end up in my mouth made it OK for her to give me a blowjob. Ok, word 'blowjob' might be a bit of an overstatement -- she usually just sorta put her mouth around it as we 69'd since my licking made it hard for her to concentrate -- but at least I got to cum in her mouth. Having her spin quickly around to spit it into my mouth seemed a small price to pay. Of course, I wish she didn't have such a disgusted look on her face, but the fact that she'd go through that for me made me feel special.
Sure, some things took a little getting used to. Tanya's use of 'faggot' as a pet name for me was hard at first, but I eventually realized that she only called me that when she was really turned on. Hearing her call me a 'good little faggot' as I licked cum from her pussy eventually became a somewhat welcome sound.
Over time, I quickly lost count of the number of loads of cum that I'd swallowed. I also eventually stopped trying to reason or talk with Tanya in any way, shape, or form when it came to this particular activity. I knew that any attempt on my part to discuss my feelings on the subject simply resulted in her twisting my words into something that only further convinced her that I was an eager comsumer of other men's cum. In fact, whenever I tried to change things, I always ended up making things worse.
For example, one evening she came over after dinner. Since it wasn't too late, my mother let her in and showed her up to my room ...
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"I sure hope you're still hungry, baby, becuase have I ever got a cream filled desert for you!" said Tanya gleefully as soon as my mother was out of earshot. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tipped her forehead against mine, looking me right in the eye. "I've been thinking about you ALL day, baby. You. And that tongue of yours!" she squealed.
She started pressing against me, directing me toward the bed. I'd been thinking all day that I sure wanted to do something else besides just be her cumsucker -- maybe even get to put it inside her -- so I decided I'd better broach the subject now before her thighs were clamped around my head.
"Tanya, I-I've been thinking. H-have you ever noticed that we've never ... I mean, that with all that we've d-done together ... y'know, I've never even asked to f-- ... to p-put my ..." Before I stammered any further (I never was good at talking about these things), she started nodding knowingly and pressed her finger to my lips.
"I know you've never asked, baby. And that is what I think is soooo incredibly sweet about you. All those 'big, strong men'", she made finger quotes, "with their 'huge, monster cocks' and their 'swollen, sperm filled balls' are so incredibly insistent." She guided me to sit down on the edge of the bed as she pulled my teeshirt over my head. "They use those 'massive, rippling muscles' of theirs to hold me down and fuck the bejeezus outta me until they spurt their thick, creamy loads deep in my ... aching ... wanton ... "
She got quiet for a second and stared off distractedly over my shoulder. I tilted my head in a questioning glance, but then ...
"But you, honey," she continued, shaking it off. "You're different. You're the faggot of my dreams, baby. You've never once pressed me to let you stick that stringy little dick of yours in me. You ... you're sensitive to the fact that I can't stand the feeling of cum squishing between my thighs ... especially that thin watery stuff you squirt out." She squinched up her face and shuddered in demonstration of her feelings. "I'm so lucky to have someone who cares about MY feelings instead of just wanting to get his rocks off." She pressed on my chest and gently pushed me down onto the bed.
"I know Tanya," I protested, "and I t-try so hard to be understanding about that, but ..."
"Oh, I know you do, baby. By taking care of me so well," she swung her leg over me and straddled my chest, facing away. The scent of sex was strong beneath her skirt as she continued, "by sucking and slurping all that semen from my cunt," her hips rocked slightly as she talked, "and by liiiicking it off my thighs," she moaned a bit as she spoke, "you show how much you care about my feelings on the subject."
"I know, honey, but ..."
"And since eating all that cum makes your dick get so hard, I try to be understanding in turn ... and make sure you get to have a really nice orgasm when you're through." She experly undid my belt and pulled loose my dick. "Oh look, it's getting a bit stiff already. I bet you can already smell that musky cum, can't you baby?" she cooed.
She was right about that. Our 69-ing sessions had gotten so regular, that just the sight and smell of her cummy pussy made my dick hard in anticipation of getting a blowjob. She grasped my stiffening prick and started to shimmy back onto my face. I knew I'd better speak quickly if I had any hope of getting to fuck her pussy that night. "I know how you feel, Tanya, s-so I was thinking that maybe I could wear a condom when I ..."
"Oh, that is sooooo SWEET of you, baby!" she exclaimed.
With that, she rocked back and planted her thighs squarely around my head. As I started licking -- it was essentially second nature by now for me to start licking when presented with a spermy pussy -- I heard an odd rustling sound. I felt her take hold of my dick and then felt a strange tightening sensation around it.
"There! Now your weenie's all wrapped up! I KNEW you were a sweetheart baby, but to volunteer to wear a condom when we 69 like this is just incredible of you. This way, I don't even have to get cum in my mouth at all! We've gotten into this little habit when I sit on your face, and while I sure do love bringing you cuntfuls of cum to eat, I gotta say that tasting yours isn't exactly a treat. I just don't have the burning desire to eat it like you do."
No! Not again, I thought. Once again, she'd managed to twist things around. I knew that if I didn't speak now, she'd be off on a whole new misconception. I pushed her off my face momentarily and gasped out:
"But I was hoping to put it in your pu--mmmmph!"
"Oh, don't be silly," said Tanya, returning to her mount atop my face. "I doubt I'd even feel that little thing at all with my pussy being all stretched out and filled with cum like it is."
"Mmmf ... mm ... but *I* want to ... (gasp) ... feel it, Tanya. I want to put my dick in your p-mmmf," I said, struggling to get the words out as she squirmed atop me.
"Oh, please. I thought you were above that sort of thing, Bobby. Besides, what would be the point? If you tried fucking my slopped out, cummy twat with a rubber on your dickie, you wouldn't feel any more than if you tried to fuck a bucket of warm water. Besides, your tongue is so much better than any mere penis ... especially yours. Don't you realize that you bring me more pleasure ... with your ... with your cumsucking, faggot mouth ... (hungh) ... than all those ... thick, m-meaty, spurting cocks put ... (oh God) ... togeth--"
Her words faded as she lapsed into her first orgasm -- she always talked dirtier when she was coming. It was a small one from the feel of it. I kept licking until she'd ridden it out and the muscle spasms stopped pushing gooey globs of semen into my mouth. I took advantage of her weakened state and pushed her ass up to ask:
"If my tongue makes you so happy, then couldn't I just lick my own cum out after I fuck you?" I stammered in disbelief of what I was doing -- offering to eat my own cum just to get a chance to fuck my girlfriend.
"Oh, honey," she replied, recovering, "Such language! I'm surprised to hear you say that, Bobby. I would expect a word like that from a testosterone bound, huge cocked man, but not from you. Besides, you couldn't possibly 'Fuck' me with that little thing of yours. Real men with real cocks -- they FUCK me. Secondly, for a woman, sex is more about love than just physical sensation. The love you show for me when you lick and slurp and swallow another man's semen for me is just the extra kick I need to achieve those perfect orgasms. I thought that you of all people would know the difference between making love and just plain fucking."
"Then ... then I want to 'make love' to your pu-ffmff," I cried, my desperation becoming obvious.
She shifted atop me and clamped her thighs around my head once more, this time trapping my arms under her knees -- there was no getting loose now until she was done.
"But you ARE making love to my pussy, baby. The way you love sucking and slurping the leftovers of my fuck-sessions with those massive-meated studs from my pussy ... that's making love, honey -- no doubt about it. And honey ... I truly *love* doing what I do each day to bring you the spermy treats you *love* so much. This is all about love, babe. Would I do that for you if I didn't love you so much? I mean, I bet you can't even remember the last time you had an orgasm without the taste of cum in your mouth. I do that just for you, baby. I hope you appreciate it. There's nothing worse than an unappreciative man. You DO appreciate it, right?"
"Mmmmmf," was all I could get out. Of course, I knew it didn't matter what I said. I knew she'd done it to me again.
"Of course, you do. Now be a good little faggot and finish cleaning up my pussy. And don't you worry ... after you fill the tip of this condom, I'll still make sure you get to taste it. I know you've gotten used to your own sperm as a final dessert."
If it was possible to utter a sigh from between a woman's thighs, I did so then.
She leaned over and took my rubber wrapped dick in her mouth ... then quickly sat up.
"Ewww. These things taste terrible. Well, you don't mind if I just jack you off, do you baby?"
I sighed again ... and went back to being a 'good little faggot'.
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I pretty much learned not to complain ... because whenever I did, things got worse. I know you're thinking that you wouldn't give in like that, but you weren't there. And you didn't know Tanya. I simply tried to accept the fact that what I was doing made her happier than anything else in the world. And that was enough for me.
And yet, it still took one final incident for me to truly learn this lesson. I know ... I know ... I should have known better after Tanya had twisted things around so many times. But you've got to understand, I really hated those condoms. She told me that she'd gotten the smallest size available (XL for "Extra Little"), yet they seemed really baggy and the excess rubber bunched and sometimes pinched when she tried to jack me off. Of course, telling her this just made her touch me so lightly that I couldn't feel a damn thing. Although, that was when she touched me at all. You see, she told me that I was getting so good at 'cuntlapping', that she really couldn't concentrate on anything else. She'd just hold my dick in her hand while I licked -- squeezing it just enough to keep it rock hard, but not enough to make me cum. So after a few days without cumming, a few pinchy, rubber bound strokes brought me off, but weren't really satisfying.
Therefore, all the great sex I was just bragging about pretty much disappeared over the course of the next few weeks. She couldn't bring me off before I cleaned her pussy -- she was too desperate to get the cum out. During, she was too distracted. And after, she said she was too wiped out by the orgasms to even think about sex.
Now, I loved my Tanya. And I loved what I could do for her. But one time, after 6 days without an orgasm, I made the mistake of asking her if we could go back to the way it was before ... when we'd 69 without a condom. Her reaction surprised me; she actually got a bit upset.
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"Oh, fine! Go ahead and be like all those men. Those men who insist upon shooting their slimy loads into me."
"I'm sorry, honey. Y-you know I'm n-not 'insisting' anything. I was just asking if we cou--mmmfph," my response was cut off by a cumsoaked twat being planted on my face.
"Oh, don't worry, Bobby. I'll go ahead and honor your selfish little request," she said angrily as she shimmied atop my face until she felt my nose press against her asshole. "It's just that I had hoped you'd be different. You know how I feel about cum. I thought you weren't like all those men who shove their cocks in my mouth while their buddies ram away at my pussy. Y'know, it's all I can do to keep them from blowing their loads down my throat as I stroke, lick and suck their cocks."
Due to her angry attitude, she was handling my dick rather roughly. She grasped it at the base and yanked downward hard, pulling the skin taut.
"I try to tell them that if they're going to insist on filling me with sperm, then they have to put it where you can get it ... in my twat. I always make sure to collect their seed for you, baby, so you can get your mouth filled with that musky taste you love so much. But whenever I start bobbing my head up and down along their thick poles .. they always think they'll get to blow that goo into my mouth."
Even though she sounded so upset, my prick swelled at her description. I could feel the skin stretching due to her tight grip on my pecker.
"You don't know what I go through, do you baby? You don't know what it's like yet, do you? What it's like to feel the thick heat of a big cock stretching your lips. To taste the drops of pre-cum ... constantly threatening the inevitible explosion of thick, gooey cum." Her tone changed a bit, softening from angry to sultry as she continued, "To feel the tensing of their muscles as you follow your lips up and down with your hand. To know that they want oh so badly to fill your soft, warm, wet mouth with those thick streams of hot cum."
Oh, God. That sounded so good. I wished and wished for that very thing. My prick strained, reaching for her mouth, but she had her full weight pushing down on the base of my dick, stretching the skin. My dick twitched under the strain ... and I noticed something new. With all the tension she was putting on the skin, it actually felt good to clench up and flex those muscles at the base of my cock. I wanted so badly for her to stroke it, but since she didn't seem to be doing so, I kept flexing those muscles and trying to visualize the actions she spoke of.
Tanya saw my dick twitching and responded, "My oh my. Look at how your pecker is jumping. I guess hearing someone talk about sucking cock and swallowing cum excites you just as much as swallowing it yourself! You want to feel it, don't you, baby?"
God yes, I wanted to feel her suck my dick. "Yefff!" I cried, from underneath her ass.
"Oh, sugar ... you will soon enough. You will," she rocked atop my face and I felt a spasm of orgasm ... and another glob of cum being squeezed into my mouth. "But for now you'll just have to take my word for it about what it's like to feel the hard-soft texture of a cock as the tip presses against your lips ... then slides through as your mouth opens to let it in."
Oh yeah .. mouth ... lips ... cock ... that would be enjoyable. My whole body tensed and strained, trying to reach her mouth ... to feel what she was talking about.
"It would be so good, wouldn't it, sugar? To feel all the bumps and veins with your lips as they move down the shaft from top to bottom."
Oh wow, that sounded nice. I desperately wanted her to suck me .. or at least stroke me. I needed -- absolutely needed -- some stimulation, so I kept flexing those muscles. It actually felt good -- damn good.
"When you reach up with your hand and grasp the cock, you feel the slickness of your own spit along the shaft. Feel it lubricate your fingers as your hand slides up down with your mouth. Feel the pole swell under your grip, telling you that you're doing a good job of sucking cock. Knowing that a huge load of salty, gooey semen is just waiting to burst out and flood your mouth."
I swear I felt the head of my prick swell so much I thought it would burst.
"Oh wow ... your dickie is so hard. This is what you wanted to show me, isn't it? Oh, I'm sorry I got angry with you, sugar. Keep thinking about it, honey. Think about the pace getting faster and faster. Think about lips, tongue, and hand all moving over a cock in a blur. Feel the heat growing inside the cock as it gets ready to spurt out that hot reward."
Her grip on my balls was like iron -- he skin was stretched so incredibly tight. God, it felt so good to clench those muscles. And the way she was talking ... I ... I was going to cum. I could feel the orgasm building. Anxious for any movement at all, my body responded by sucking and licking at Tanya's twat harder than ever.
"Baby, I can see your pecker swelling up. It's twitching. You're going to cum, aren't you? You're going to cum just thinking about cocksucking. All those men whose cum you're swallowing right now .. they have to pound at my pussy for what seems like forever before they blow their loads, but you ... you're not like that. Just the feel of my swampy, cummy pussy is enough for you. Just the taste of load after load of cum slithering into your mouth. Just the thought of sucking on a huge, thick cock until that wonderful, gooey cream fills your mouth. That's what makes you cu- ... cu- ... cum!"
She was coming. A torrent of her orgasmic juices and the last of the salty, white semen inside of her flooded my mouth.
"Cum for me baby!" she practically shouted. "Cum for me! Cum for me while your mouth get filled with what you want the most!"
It was too much. With one last tightening of my muscles, the orgasm burst forth. My whole body shuddered. My vision went dark for a split second. The orgasm ripped through me from head to toe ... and my body shook with the waves. An arc of cum shot out of my prick high into the air. Tanya squealed with delight as three, four and five spurts of hot semen flew out of my twitching pecker.
* * *
I must have ********** momentarily -- the orgasm was that strong. I awoke feeling a touch against my lips. As I instinctively smacked my lips, I tasted an all too familiar salty flavor. I blinked my eyes open and looked into Tanya's eyes gazing lovingly up at me. I could feel the warm wetness on my chest and belly as she scooped up finger-fuls of my own cum and lifted them to my lips.
"How do you feel, baby?" she asked.
"A- ... amazing," I answered quite truthfully.
"That ... that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen, honey. The way your little pecker strained and stretched and spurted ... all by itself. It was ... beautiful."
"It was ... it was beautiful," I admitted lazily.
"I want to make you feel this way whenever I can, honey. I want you to have the same type of body racking, mind blowing orgasm that I have ... and you've just proven that it's possible. Before today, I was never quite sure that I could ever make you feel the way you make me feel. But, baby, what we discovered today really puts the finishing touches on this beautiful relationship of ours."
I was starting to fully awaken. "Finishing touches?" I asked, merely repeating what she'd said.
She giggled. "You got the joke, too huh? After what I just saw, honey, it's obvious that what gives you ultimate pleasure is more than simple physical stimulation -- more than just mere 'touch'. I know it might take days or weeks of waiting, baby. And mouthfuls and mouthfuls of cum from cunt and cock. But from now on I promise I'm going to bring you just as much pleasure as you bring me -- by not touching you at all!"
I was still too dazed to comment ... or even really hear what she was saying. She gave me a long, sweet, tongue-filled kiss ... and was gone in an instant. As I lay there regaining my senses from the powerful orgasm, one thought came to mind as I finally understood the full impact of what she had said:
Uh oh.
To be continued ...
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The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. It contains themes and situations that are not suitable for those not considered adults in their communities. It also contains naughty words. All characters in this story are intended to be portrayed as adults and therefore legally entitled to perform the strange, disgusting, and often downright immoral acts they are described as doing.
The following is part five of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Finishing Touches by AKA
Over the next several weeks, I learned to expect the flavor of semen and pussy juice -- mostly semen -- in my mouth at least once a day. I spent most of my afternoons with my head between Tonya's thighs. She would describe her latest sexual exploits with Malph Ludder and his friends to her mother in excrutiating detail while I vacuumed her battered pussy of the copius amounts of cum left behind. They both acted as if it were a perfectly normal way to spend the afternoon.
If an afternoon gangfuck didn't work out -- the football team had to practice at least sometimes -- then I knew to expect a wellfucked Tonya knocking at my bedroom window later that evening. As with that first visit, her mother would wait in the car knowing full well that her daughter was bringing a cuntfull of sperm for me to eat.
Some days, I could expect both.
Tanya's mother was continually congratulating me on my cumsucking efforts and constantly reminded me of my new 'responsibility' to keep any wayward sperm from ever making her daughter pregnant. I honestly took this rather seriously. I mean, I guess it wasn't her fault she was a slut -- and I certainly didn't want her to get pregnant. But I sure wished there was another way. I tried talking with Mrs. K about birth control pills once, but her thinking was as difficult to follow as Tanya's could be sometimes. She had invited me over for dinner, but Tanya wasn't home quite yet.
* * *
"The pill? Oh, Bobby, please. With as much time as you spend with your face under her ass, I would think that you more than anyone would object to her taking a pill that will only serve to make her fat. I mean, you wouldn't want to suck semen from the ass of a fat girl, would you?"
"Well, no, but ..."
"Of course not. And there's just something a bit creepy about a fat slut, you know what I mean? They tend to attract a ... 'different' sort of man. Thus far, you've been eating the sperm of only the top-notch jocks & studs at the school, Bobby. But if Tanya porked up on the pill, heaven only knows what sort of greasy freaks would be dumping their loads in her. Do you really want to swallow the jism of a bunch of sleazy guys like that?"
"No! Of course not, but if she were on the pill, I wouldn't have to ..."
"Good. So you understand perfectly. Furthermore, with her tight little ass being her best feature, all the boys want to ram their cocks into it. They are all so jealous that you're the only one to get inside it so far, Bobby. If her ass got all big and sloppy, then they would hardly care. Now admit it, Bobby: Some part of you is proud of the fact that it's only YOUR cum that's drained from her asshole into your mouth, right? So far, at any rate. You're proud that you've got one up on them, right?"
"Yes, but what I'm trying to --" I said, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh, I know, I know. Eating your own cum just doesn't have the same kick as the cum of strangers. Heck, Bobby, your dick only twitches slightly when you're eating your own cum."
I just stared at her, frustrated with how the conversation turned. How it always turned.
"But look at you now. My darling daughter and her spermy pussy aren't even home yet and you're hard as a rock just in anticipation of all the semen you'll get to swallow."
As we sat on the couch, Mrs. K had been doing her usual trick of just barely managing to *not* touch my crotch for over an hour. I swear her hand hadn't left my upper thigh for 20 minutes. But, of course, she quickly blamed my stiffened cock on a desire to eat sperm. Every damn time ...
"You are such a good little cumsucker, Bobby. I must say, ... it is truly an honor to have such a bright young faggot spending time with my daughter the way you do. And you do such a good job for her. You really do make her happy, you know."
I both flinched and brightened at her words. But then I remembered that somehow the conversation had completely diverged from the topic of birth control. I was about to bring it up again, when the front door burst open.
Tanya came through the door in a flash and nearly ran across the room. She was holding her hand cupped against her crotch. Without a word, she stepped right up on the couch cushions, climbing on top of me. Standing with one leg on the arm of the couch and the other on the back, she squatted and jammed her pussy against my face, pinning my head against the rear cushion of the couch.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she exclaimed. As she ground her sticky flesh against my face, I felt her muscles relax and a huge quantity of thick, salty cum slide out against my lips. My mouth opened in an automatic response -- it was second nature by now. "Damn, Mom, I didn't think I'd make it!" said Tanya breathlessly.
"Well, it's about time you did, dear. Bobby's been here waiting for his 'dinner' for quite some time. Did you bring enough for a filling meal."
"You bet, Mom! He won't go home hungry tonight," she giggled.
"Good, dear. And don't worry about being late; it gave Bobby and me a chance to talk. We were just talking about how much he wants to eat a stranger's cum from your ass."
"MMMFF!" I protested.
"See? He's excited about it!"
* * *
Within a month, these 'feedings' were coming at all hours. Tanya's Mom actually got me a pager so that Tanya could find me during the few hours a day we were separated -- during school. I learned to make up all manner of excuses so I could leave class whenever I felt that buzz on my belt. We were able to find some privacy in the unused concert band room. I'd been given a key the year before when I was an assistant to the teacher -- before they cancelled the school musical program. The rows of benches were a perfect place for me to lie on my back while she straddled my face and emptied however many loads of jism into my mouth. We'd 69 until her pussy was clean and then usually she'd let me cum in her mouth ... which she'd 'feed' back to me, of course. The band room was special place to us because Tanya said says the thing that first attracted her to me was the way I played the clarinet. She said that something about the way I put my lips to the tip of long, sleek, black shaft just really made her want to get to know me.
Now, this may sound absolutely crazy, but when I really thought about it, this arrangement wasn't really all that terrible. Before you get any ideas, let me make this clear -- I'm no homo. I certainly never 'enjoyed' eating cum like Tonya and her mother seemed to think, but I was certainly getting used to the taste. At first I still gagged a bit when an especially large glob of semen slid into my mouth, but eventually I was able to suck those down in stride. I know you're thinking that you'd puke if it were you, but ... honestly, it's not that bad. I suppose ... OK, I guess I have to admit that it can really be quite tasty at times.
I bet you're also thinking you'd be totally humiliated having to lick up the sperm of a man (or several men) who'd just fucked your girl. I'll admit that this really bothered me at first, but the supportive attitude of Tanya and her mother really helped. If we were at Tanya's house, Mrs. K would stroke my hair or back as I licked and tell me what a wonderful boyfriend I was to her daughter. "You truly amaze me, Bobby," she'd say, "You're not just some man who'd leave my Tonya filled with cum and miserable. You're different than that." Tonya showed her approval with her tremoundous, body-racking orgasms. It was hard not to feel a little proud when I was able to bring her such incredible pleasure. I know it seems really weird looking at it from outside, but ... I guess you had to be there.
Anyway, with the taste and humiliation issues out of the way, I have to say that there were certain advantages that I couldn't deny.
First and foremost, I got to have Tanya as my girlfriend. Before, when people saw us together, they always assumed we were 'just friends' -- I just seemed too nerdy for her. But now, with Tanya always paying me so much obivous attention, every boy in school was jealous. Lunchtime was the best ... when she kissed me almost the entire lunch hour in front of the whole school. See, Tanya insisted on packing a lunch for me and had this cute way of feeding me -- she would lift food up to my mouth and kiss at my cheeks and the corners of my mouth as I ate it. She was always concerned about my health and brought me foods like bananas, cucumbers, zuchinni, and the biggest carrots you ever saw -- she said the big ones had the most vitamins. Sometimes, she'd break out of the health-food kick and bring some great homemade beef or pork sausages. The shocked look on the other kids faces was priceless. I guess they couldn't believe that a super-hottie like Tanya could go for a guy like me ... but I showed them, didn't I?
Secondly, Tanya always went home with me ... and everyone knew it. All those guys who lined up outside Malph's van in the school parking lot may get to pound her pussy for awhile, but that was all. When the van finally stopped rocking and she staggered out, I was always the one she came to with that adorable little clenched-leg walk (she said squeezing her thighs helped make her pussy feel better after all that ramming). The amused look of disbelief on those guys' faces when we joined in a loving kiss showed just how little they knew about how to treat a woman like Tanya. She told me they always refused to kiss her after watching her suck cock for that long. But I was different than they were, and they knew it.
Next was, well ... the sex. Let's face it: I was a thin, shy, nerdy white boy without money. Under most circumstances, I'd be lucky to even get a few dates during the whole school year much less sex with the hottest girl in school. And while I'd always considered my dick to be at least average size, Tanya's constant comments on 'my cute little pecker' seemed to imply that it was pretty small -- and she would know having seen so many. Given her obvious preference (if not outright 'need') for big meaty cocks, I knew I was lucky to be anywhere near her.
So I took it as a point of pride that I was the one who took her anal cherry. Sure, I had to suck out my own cum afterward, but at least I'd been where 'no man has gone before'. No one else could say that.
Believe it or not, I got blowjobs from her quite often. I had one up on those other guys in this department, too. While she sucked their cocks a lot, she never let them cum in her mouth because they expected her to swallow it. She knew that I would never ask her to do something she didn't like. Knowing how disgusted she was by cum, I told her that she didn't have to let me shoot it in her mouth, but she told me that knowing the cum was going to end up in my mouth made it OK for her to give me a blowjob. Ok, word 'blowjob' might be a bit of an overstatement -- she usually just sorta put her mouth around it as we 69'd since my licking made it hard for her to concentrate -- but at least I got to cum in her mouth. Having her spin quickly around to spit it into my mouth seemed a small price to pay. Of course, I wish she didn't have such a disgusted look on her face, but the fact that she'd go through that for me made me feel special.
Sure, some things took a little getting used to. Tanya's use of 'faggot' as a pet name for me was hard at first, but I eventually realized that she only called me that when she was really turned on. Hearing her call me a 'good little faggot' as I licked cum from her pussy eventually became a somewhat welcome sound.
Over time, I quickly lost count of the number of loads of cum that I'd swallowed. I also eventually stopped trying to reason or talk with Tanya in any way, shape, or form when it came to this particular activity. I knew that any attempt on my part to discuss my feelings on the subject simply resulted in her twisting my words into something that only further convinced her that I was an eager comsumer of other men's cum. In fact, whenever I tried to change things, I always ended up making things worse.
For example, one evening she came over after dinner. Since it wasn't too late, my mother let her in and showed her up to my room ...
* * *
"I sure hope you're still hungry, baby, becuase have I ever got a cream filled desert for you!" said Tanya gleefully as soon as my mother was out of earshot. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tipped her forehead against mine, looking me right in the eye. "I've been thinking about you ALL day, baby. You. And that tongue of yours!" she squealed.
She started pressing against me, directing me toward the bed. I'd been thinking all day that I sure wanted to do something else besides just be her cumsucker -- maybe even get to put it inside her -- so I decided I'd better broach the subject now before her thighs were clamped around my head.
"Tanya, I-I've been thinking. H-have you ever noticed that we've never ... I mean, that with all that we've d-done together ... y'know, I've never even asked to f-- ... to p-put my ..." Before I stammered any further (I never was good at talking about these things), she started nodding knowingly and pressed her finger to my lips.
"I know you've never asked, baby. And that is what I think is soooo incredibly sweet about you. All those 'big, strong men'", she made finger quotes, "with their 'huge, monster cocks' and their 'swollen, sperm filled balls' are so incredibly insistent." She guided me to sit down on the edge of the bed as she pulled my teeshirt over my head. "They use those 'massive, rippling muscles' of theirs to hold me down and fuck the bejeezus outta me until they spurt their thick, creamy loads deep in my ... aching ... wanton ... "
She got quiet for a second and stared off distractedly over my shoulder. I tilted my head in a questioning glance, but then ...
"But you, honey," she continued, shaking it off. "You're different. You're the faggot of my dreams, baby. You've never once pressed me to let you stick that stringy little dick of yours in me. You ... you're sensitive to the fact that I can't stand the feeling of cum squishing between my thighs ... especially that thin watery stuff you squirt out." She squinched up her face and shuddered in demonstration of her feelings. "I'm so lucky to have someone who cares about MY feelings instead of just wanting to get his rocks off." She pressed on my chest and gently pushed me down onto the bed.
"I know Tanya," I protested, "and I t-try so hard to be understanding about that, but ..."
"Oh, I know you do, baby. By taking care of me so well," she swung her leg over me and straddled my chest, facing away. The scent of sex was strong beneath her skirt as she continued, "by sucking and slurping all that semen from my cunt," her hips rocked slightly as she talked, "and by liiiicking it off my thighs," she moaned a bit as she spoke, "you show how much you care about my feelings on the subject."
"I know, honey, but ..."
"And since eating all that cum makes your dick get so hard, I try to be understanding in turn ... and make sure you get to have a really nice orgasm when you're through." She experly undid my belt and pulled loose my dick. "Oh look, it's getting a bit stiff already. I bet you can already smell that musky cum, can't you baby?" she cooed.
She was right about that. Our 69-ing sessions had gotten so regular, that just the sight and smell of her cummy pussy made my dick hard in anticipation of getting a blowjob. She grasped my stiffening prick and started to shimmy back onto my face. I knew I'd better speak quickly if I had any hope of getting to fuck her pussy that night. "I know how you feel, Tanya, s-so I was thinking that maybe I could wear a condom when I ..."
"Oh, that is sooooo SWEET of you, baby!" she exclaimed.
With that, she rocked back and planted her thighs squarely around my head. As I started licking -- it was essentially second nature by now for me to start licking when presented with a spermy pussy -- I heard an odd rustling sound. I felt her take hold of my dick and then felt a strange tightening sensation around it.
"There! Now your weenie's all wrapped up! I KNEW you were a sweetheart baby, but to volunteer to wear a condom when we 69 like this is just incredible of you. This way, I don't even have to get cum in my mouth at all! We've gotten into this little habit when I sit on your face, and while I sure do love bringing you cuntfuls of cum to eat, I gotta say that tasting yours isn't exactly a treat. I just don't have the burning desire to eat it like you do."
No! Not again, I thought. Once again, she'd managed to twist things around. I knew that if I didn't speak now, she'd be off on a whole new misconception. I pushed her off my face momentarily and gasped out:
"But I was hoping to put it in your pu--mmmmph!"
"Oh, don't be silly," said Tanya, returning to her mount atop my face. "I doubt I'd even feel that little thing at all with my pussy being all stretched out and filled with cum like it is."
"Mmmf ... mm ... but *I* want to ... (gasp) ... feel it, Tanya. I want to put my dick in your p-mmmf," I said, struggling to get the words out as she squirmed atop me.
"Oh, please. I thought you were above that sort of thing, Bobby. Besides, what would be the point? If you tried fucking my slopped out, cummy twat with a rubber on your dickie, you wouldn't feel any more than if you tried to fuck a bucket of warm water. Besides, your tongue is so much better than any mere penis ... especially yours. Don't you realize that you bring me more pleasure ... with your ... with your cumsucking, faggot mouth ... (hungh) ... than all those ... thick, m-meaty, spurting cocks put ... (oh God) ... togeth--"
Her words faded as she lapsed into her first orgasm -- she always talked dirtier when she was coming. It was a small one from the feel of it. I kept licking until she'd ridden it out and the muscle spasms stopped pushing gooey globs of semen into my mouth. I took advantage of her weakened state and pushed her ass up to ask:
"If my tongue makes you so happy, then couldn't I just lick my own cum out after I fuck you?" I stammered in disbelief of what I was doing -- offering to eat my own cum just to get a chance to fuck my girlfriend.
"Oh, honey," she replied, recovering, "Such language! I'm surprised to hear you say that, Bobby. I would expect a word like that from a testosterone bound, huge cocked man, but not from you. Besides, you couldn't possibly 'Fuck' me with that little thing of yours. Real men with real cocks -- they FUCK me. Secondly, for a woman, sex is more about love than just physical sensation. The love you show for me when you lick and slurp and swallow another man's semen for me is just the extra kick I need to achieve those perfect orgasms. I thought that you of all people would know the difference between making love and just plain fucking."
"Then ... then I want to 'make love' to your pu-ffmff," I cried, my desperation becoming obvious.
She shifted atop me and clamped her thighs around my head once more, this time trapping my arms under her knees -- there was no getting loose now until she was done.
"But you ARE making love to my pussy, baby. The way you love sucking and slurping the leftovers of my fuck-sessions with those massive-meated studs from my pussy ... that's making love, honey -- no doubt about it. And honey ... I truly *love* doing what I do each day to bring you the spermy treats you *love* so much. This is all about love, babe. Would I do that for you if I didn't love you so much? I mean, I bet you can't even remember the last time you had an orgasm without the taste of cum in your mouth. I do that just for you, baby. I hope you appreciate it. There's nothing worse than an unappreciative man. You DO appreciate it, right?"
"Mmmmmf," was all I could get out. Of course, I knew it didn't matter what I said. I knew she'd done it to me again.
"Of course, you do. Now be a good little faggot and finish cleaning up my pussy. And don't you worry ... after you fill the tip of this condom, I'll still make sure you get to taste it. I know you've gotten used to your own sperm as a final dessert."
If it was possible to utter a sigh from between a woman's thighs, I did so then.
She leaned over and took my rubber wrapped dick in her mouth ... then quickly sat up.
"Ewww. These things taste terrible. Well, you don't mind if I just jack you off, do you baby?"
I sighed again ... and went back to being a 'good little faggot'.
* * *
I pretty much learned not to complain ... because whenever I did, things got worse. I know you're thinking that you wouldn't give in like that, but you weren't there. And you didn't know Tanya. I simply tried to accept the fact that what I was doing made her happier than anything else in the world. And that was enough for me.
And yet, it still took one final incident for me to truly learn this lesson. I know ... I know ... I should have known better after Tanya had twisted things around so many times. But you've got to understand, I really hated those condoms. She told me that she'd gotten the smallest size available (XL for "Extra Little"), yet they seemed really baggy and the excess rubber bunched and sometimes pinched when she tried to jack me off. Of course, telling her this just made her touch me so lightly that I couldn't feel a damn thing. Although, that was when she touched me at all. You see, she told me that I was getting so good at 'cuntlapping', that she really couldn't concentrate on anything else. She'd just hold my dick in her hand while I licked -- squeezing it just enough to keep it rock hard, but not enough to make me cum. So after a few days without cumming, a few pinchy, rubber bound strokes brought me off, but weren't really satisfying.
Therefore, all the great sex I was just bragging about pretty much disappeared over the course of the next few weeks. She couldn't bring me off before I cleaned her pussy -- she was too desperate to get the cum out. During, she was too distracted. And after, she said she was too wiped out by the orgasms to even think about sex.
Now, I loved my Tanya. And I loved what I could do for her. But one time, after 6 days without an orgasm, I made the mistake of asking her if we could go back to the way it was before ... when we'd 69 without a condom. Her reaction surprised me; she actually got a bit upset.
* * *
"Oh, fine! Go ahead and be like all those men. Those men who insist upon shooting their slimy loads into me."
"I'm sorry, honey. Y-you know I'm n-not 'insisting' anything. I was just asking if we cou--mmmfph," my response was cut off by a cumsoaked twat being planted on my face.
"Oh, don't worry, Bobby. I'll go ahead and honor your selfish little request," she said angrily as she shimmied atop my face until she felt my nose press against her asshole. "It's just that I had hoped you'd be different. You know how I feel about cum. I thought you weren't like all those men who shove their cocks in my mouth while their buddies ram away at my pussy. Y'know, it's all I can do to keep them from blowing their loads down my throat as I stroke, lick and suck their cocks."
Due to her angry attitude, she was handling my dick rather roughly. She grasped it at the base and yanked downward hard, pulling the skin taut.
"I try to tell them that if they're going to insist on filling me with sperm, then they have to put it where you can get it ... in my twat. I always make sure to collect their seed for you, baby, so you can get your mouth filled with that musky taste you love so much. But whenever I start bobbing my head up and down along their thick poles .. they always think they'll get to blow that goo into my mouth."
Even though she sounded so upset, my prick swelled at her description. I could feel the skin stretching due to her tight grip on my pecker.
"You don't know what I go through, do you baby? You don't know what it's like yet, do you? What it's like to feel the thick heat of a big cock stretching your lips. To taste the drops of pre-cum ... constantly threatening the inevitible explosion of thick, gooey cum." Her tone changed a bit, softening from angry to sultry as she continued, "To feel the tensing of their muscles as you follow your lips up and down with your hand. To know that they want oh so badly to fill your soft, warm, wet mouth with those thick streams of hot cum."
Oh, God. That sounded so good. I wished and wished for that very thing. My prick strained, reaching for her mouth, but she had her full weight pushing down on the base of my dick, stretching the skin. My dick twitched under the strain ... and I noticed something new. With all the tension she was putting on the skin, it actually felt good to clench up and flex those muscles at the base of my cock. I wanted so badly for her to stroke it, but since she didn't seem to be doing so, I kept flexing those muscles and trying to visualize the actions she spoke of.
Tanya saw my dick twitching and responded, "My oh my. Look at how your pecker is jumping. I guess hearing someone talk about sucking cock and swallowing cum excites you just as much as swallowing it yourself! You want to feel it, don't you, baby?"
God yes, I wanted to feel her suck my dick. "Yefff!" I cried, from underneath her ass.
"Oh, sugar ... you will soon enough. You will," she rocked atop my face and I felt a spasm of orgasm ... and another glob of cum being squeezed into my mouth. "But for now you'll just have to take my word for it about what it's like to feel the hard-soft texture of a cock as the tip presses against your lips ... then slides through as your mouth opens to let it in."
Oh yeah .. mouth ... lips ... cock ... that would be enjoyable. My whole body tensed and strained, trying to reach her mouth ... to feel what she was talking about.
"It would be so good, wouldn't it, sugar? To feel all the bumps and veins with your lips as they move down the shaft from top to bottom."
Oh wow, that sounded nice. I desperately wanted her to suck me .. or at least stroke me. I needed -- absolutely needed -- some stimulation, so I kept flexing those muscles. It actually felt good -- damn good.
"When you reach up with your hand and grasp the cock, you feel the slickness of your own spit along the shaft. Feel it lubricate your fingers as your hand slides up down with your mouth. Feel the pole swell under your grip, telling you that you're doing a good job of sucking cock. Knowing that a huge load of salty, gooey semen is just waiting to burst out and flood your mouth."
I swear I felt the head of my prick swell so much I thought it would burst.
"Oh wow ... your dickie is so hard. This is what you wanted to show me, isn't it? Oh, I'm sorry I got angry with you, sugar. Keep thinking about it, honey. Think about the pace getting faster and faster. Think about lips, tongue, and hand all moving over a cock in a blur. Feel the heat growing inside the cock as it gets ready to spurt out that hot reward."
Her grip on my balls was like iron -- he skin was stretched so incredibly tight. God, it felt so good to clench those muscles. And the way she was talking ... I ... I was going to cum. I could feel the orgasm building. Anxious for any movement at all, my body responded by sucking and licking at Tanya's twat harder than ever.
"Baby, I can see your pecker swelling up. It's twitching. You're going to cum, aren't you? You're going to cum just thinking about cocksucking. All those men whose cum you're swallowing right now .. they have to pound at my pussy for what seems like forever before they blow their loads, but you ... you're not like that. Just the feel of my swampy, cummy pussy is enough for you. Just the taste of load after load of cum slithering into your mouth. Just the thought of sucking on a huge, thick cock until that wonderful, gooey cream fills your mouth. That's what makes you cu- ... cu- ... cum!"
She was coming. A torrent of her orgasmic juices and the last of the salty, white semen inside of her flooded my mouth.
"Cum for me baby!" she practically shouted. "Cum for me! Cum for me while your mouth get filled with what you want the most!"
It was too much. With one last tightening of my muscles, the orgasm burst forth. My whole body shuddered. My vision went dark for a split second. The orgasm ripped through me from head to toe ... and my body shook with the waves. An arc of cum shot out of my prick high into the air. Tanya squealed with delight as three, four and five spurts of hot semen flew out of my twitching pecker.
* * *
I must have ********** momentarily -- the orgasm was that strong. I awoke feeling a touch against my lips. As I instinctively smacked my lips, I tasted an all too familiar salty flavor. I blinked my eyes open and looked into Tanya's eyes gazing lovingly up at me. I could feel the warm wetness on my chest and belly as she scooped up finger-fuls of my own cum and lifted them to my lips.
"How do you feel, baby?" she asked.
"A- ... amazing," I answered quite truthfully.
"That ... that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen, honey. The way your little pecker strained and stretched and spurted ... all by itself. It was ... beautiful."
"It was ... it was beautiful," I admitted lazily.
"I want to make you feel this way whenever I can, honey. I want you to have the same type of body racking, mind blowing orgasm that I have ... and you've just proven that it's possible. Before today, I was never quite sure that I could ever make you feel the way you make me feel. But, baby, what we discovered today really puts the finishing touches on this beautiful relationship of ours."
I was starting to fully awaken. "Finishing touches?" I asked, merely repeating what she'd said.
She giggled. "You got the joke, too huh? After what I just saw, honey, it's obvious that what gives you ultimate pleasure is more than simple physical stimulation -- more than just mere 'touch'. I know it might take days or weeks of waiting, baby. And mouthfuls and mouthfuls of cum from cunt and cock. But from now on I promise I'm going to bring you just as much pleasure as you bring me -- by not touching you at all!"
I was still too dazed to comment ... or even really hear what she was saying. She gave me a long, sweet, tongue-filled kiss ... and was gone in an instant. As I lay there regaining my senses from the powerful orgasm, one thought came to mind as I finally understood the full impact of what she had said:
Uh oh.
To be continued ...
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The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for entertainment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is done purely to make them look like the total perverts that they are. Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of the surgeon general's office. They think it's pretty damn freaky, too. AKA
