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 twelve of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Whew! by AKA
"Tanya, no! No!" I said with exasperation. "I can cum! I really can! I'm so close!"
Good God! This whole adventure was a constant series of misunderstandings. When I licked sperm from her pussy to keep her from getting pregnant, she assumed I did it because I loved it. Because I kept doing that, she assumed I wanted to suck cock. And ... ok, I seem to have liked that a bit too much, but now ... now she assumed that the only way I could orgasm was with another man's cum in my mouth!
But she'd been riding her ass up and down on my dick while facing away from me -- presenting me with the most incredible view. A dead man would blow his load looking at that! Even though I'd already orgasmed twice, I was so close to blowing a third load up her ass. But then she stopped moving ... insisting that I couldn't!!
"Bobby, we've been over this," she clucked, shaking her head. "I don't see how ..."
I panicked, desperate not to let her unseat herself from my dick. In traditional, twisted, Kohmfetter- logic form, she'd implied that being able to cum would mean that I hadn't been honest about my feelings. Through another set of odd thought processes, being dishonest meant I'd end up as a sissy-girl and spend a lifetime on my knees while dressed in garters and stockings. I tried to rationalize why I *could* cum, yet not be accused of being dishone-- Ah hah!
"Fantasizing, Tanya! I ... I'm thinking about s-sucking cock while you're riding my dick." Yeah, that's it.
"Really? You think you can cum again just by THINKING about cocks? Ooooh ... that would be so hot. I want to watch this!" Again she began to lift off of me.
"No no! I ... I want to cum in your ass!" If this was going to be the last time my dick would be inside her, I at least wanted to cum. I was desperate. "Please, Tanya. I really want to."
"Oooh, Bobby. You dirty boy, you," she leered. "You sound just like all those guys at school. They're constantly trying to stuff my little butthole. If you hadn't just spent an entire evening proving exactly the opposite, I'd almost think you were just like those guys. But OK, this sounds fun. It'll be cool to feel your dick twitch in my ass while you squirt telling me all about your cocksucking fantasies. Here let me turn around ... *oof* ..."
As she magically spun herself around without letting my dick slip out, I asked, "Uhh ... tell you all about ... ?"
"Of course, Bobby. It's an obvious sign of our closeness that you can tell me your deepest cumgobbling desires. Besides, it's only fair. If you want to use my ass simply as a cumdumpster for your little whackoff fantasies, the least you can do is share!"
"Cumdumpst--? ... no, that's not what I meant ..."
"Don't worry, Bobby. It's ok. You can use it. You just remember this when I want to use your ass for something. So, anyway, let's get started." She settled into a position where she had me pinned to the bed, but was leaning down close, face to face with me. "Now, I bet I know who's cock you're thinking about sucking."
I gave her the answer she wanted. "Malph's."
"Oooh ... that's so hot." Her ass muscles had clenched around my dick upon hearing what she wanted to hear.
"Ohh--!" I gasped involutarily.
"I always knew you wanted to blow him, Bobby. You sucked him off just a few hours ago and you're already fantasizing about doing it again. So where are you thinking about doing it?
"Um ... we're at the car window."
I felt her ass release it's grip. "Oh, Bobby ... what fun is it to fantasize about something you're going to do every day? I know you're more inventive than that. Think of something that won't happen for months, at least. How about ... the locker room shower, OK?"
God, I needed to cum. I wanted so badly to do it in her ass ... I guess because I just knew this was the last time I'd ever have my dick inside her. I would have said anything.
"OK, OK ... I ... I'm t-taking a shower in the locker room ... when Malph walks in."
"That's better." Stimulation returned as she began to squeeze again. "Is he naked?"
"Yes."
"Is his huge meat swinging between his legs?" Never moving. Just squeezing.
I'd never seen him naked (I avoided gym class whenever I could), but I knew from seeing that thing earlier that it must sway like the pendulum of a clock. "Yes, it's swinging back and forth."
"It makes your mouth water, doesn't it, Bobby?"
"Uhh ..." I hesitated. I felt her grip on my dick relax suddenly.
"Well?"
"Yes. Yes," I answered ... and her ass grabbed at my dick as a reward. The pattern was obvious: Give her the answers she wanted and she'd continue milking my prick with her ass.
"How does it look, Bobby?"
I wasn't sure what she meant. "It looks ... big?"
Slight squeeze.
"And thick?"
Slight squeeze.
"And ... delicious?"
Big squeeze. "That's right, baby."
"It looks really delicious. I can't wait to taste it."
Two squeezes. "And does Malph look sexy with all that water running down his big, muscled chest?"
Even in this condition, I wasn't going to fall for that one. "I -- I don't know. I just see his cock. I just want his cock. I just want to suck his cock."
"Good boy. Stay focused," she giggled. She actually started to rock back and forth a bit. "And why do you want to suck it?"
"Because ... " (shit ... what did Mrs K say?) " ... it shows how much I love you."
She squeezed. "Yes, Bobby. And?"
"And because ... I want to share your love of cocks with you."
"And?" She edged up and down a bit.
God, that felt good. "Because ... I like it. I want it. I want to taste his cock. Taste his cum. Feel my mouth fill with his sperm and then swallow it all."
Did ... did I just say that?
"Yessssss, Bobby!" she moaned. She was riding up and down on my dick outright now. "Because you like it. Because you love it like the faggot cocksucker you are. And because it's what you deserve. What you truly deserve, Bobby. So suck it, Bobby. Stop staring and drop to your knees. Do what you do best."
"Yes-s, I'm g-getting down on my knees in f-front of Malph Ludder." Oh man, I was in agony and ecstacy. She was moving just fast enough to drive me insane.
"Where you belong?"
"Yes. On my knees where I b-belong."
"Are you going to massage his thighs and squeeze his ass?"
Nice try. "No, I don't want that. I'm just opening my m-mouth and taking in his c-cock."
"That's right. How does it taste?" Now she was squeezing and riding. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly.
"It tastes ... like sweat. Like pussy. Like piss. Like a cock should. Like ... heaven." What the hell was I saying? And was I actually smacking my lips as I said it?
"God, you're a faggot, Bobby. Is he calling you a faggot?"
"Yes." She was enjoying this. And as long as she was enjoying it, she would keep riding me. I told her what she wanted to hear.
"Are all the boys lined up behind him calling you a faggot?"
Lined up? Oh, to hell with it. "Yes ... they all are."
"Are they laughing?"
"Yes." Of course they would laugh.
"Do you care?"
"No. No, I don't care. As long as I get to suck them off. All of them!" I think part of me meant that. But I mostly just said it because I knew it would get her off. And I was right.
"YESSSSSS!!" she screamed as her body shuddered atop my dick. "You're a beautiful goddamned cocksucker! I love you, Bobby!" She couldn't help moving faster now. I could feel my orgasm coming.
"Pump it, Bobby. Pump it into your mouth!"
"Oh yes! I'm pumping it. Pumping it hard until he cums!"
"Tell me, Bobby! Tell me you love it!"
"Yes! I love it. I love sucking cock!"
"Louder, Bobby! Shout it out!"
I suddenly remembered it was the middle of the night. "But your mother ..."
And then she stopped ... again. "Auugh!" I gasped involuntarily. Dammit, I was so close!
"Why the sudden bout of shyness, baby? You've already sucked cock in front of my mom, for heaven's sake ... along with whatever guys she could round up. So it's no surprise to her, Bobby. She's been wanting to see a cock in your mouth for weeks now. And there will be lots more eyes watching in the future. If you're going to do this right, Bobby, you can't be shy about the role of your mouth."
"Of course. You're right. I ... I'm not shy. I'll suck cock in front of anyone." Anything. Anything to get her to start moving again.
"So shout it out for me, Bobby. Tell me."
I took a deep breath. "I love sucking cock!" It sounded almost deafening in the still night silence.
"That's my boy! My faggot-mouthed little boy!" It did the trick. She started riding my dick again. "Tell me you love the the cum!"
"I love the cum. I love swallowing that thick, delicious juice! I love the way it tastes! The way it feels in my mouth!" The room rang with echoes
That did it. She was riding hard again. "Tell me what a faggot you are!"
"Yes!" I screamed. "I'm a cumguzzling, cocksucking faggot! I love sucking cock! My mouth is soooo lonely without cock! I want to suck cock! I want it sooo bad! My dickie gets so hard when I taste cock! I cum sooo hard when it spurts into my mouth!" The words just rolled out of me. They sounded so natural. So ... right. So ... familiar, somehow. Had I heard them before?
Tanya's body slammed up and down on my dick. "Is he cumming, Bobby? Is he c-cumming in your m-mouth?" She was screaming as well. I could feel her body twitching with ecstacy.
"Yeesssssssss!!!" I screamed as my dick unloaded into her guts. "He's cumming! I'm cumming! I want the cum. I want the cum in my mouth!" The orgasm that swept through me was the most powerful of my life. I was screaming my head off about sucking cock and cumming as hard as I ever had. I didn't understand, but I didn't care. She had a power over me. She could make me feel like this while doing things I'd never dreamed I'd ever do. I knew I'd suck cock for her for the rest of my life.
She fell on top of me and our bodies collided with a sweaty, wet slap. We were both drenched. She'd cum hard, too. Very hard ... since I could still feel her trembling. Her face hovered just above mine and we looked lazily into one another's eyes. It seemed the perfect moment of passion between two lovers.
"T-tell m-me, Bobby," she panted softly. "Tell me ... h-how much you want ... to lick this cum out of my ass, Bobby."
My orgasm was gone. I no longer felt the press of hormones driving me to do any and everything in order to cum. But I was lost. I was lost in her spell. I would do anything for her. And she knew it.
"I w-want it," I wheezed. "I w-want to l-lick your ass c-clean. I want to taste my spunk d-dripping from your ass. One last time."
"I'm reeeally tired, baby. Your cocksucking f-fantasy made me cum hard. I could just fall fast asleep this way. But you r-really want to lick it, don't you, baby?"
I grinned. You wench, I thought, you want to hear me beg for it. Ahh, what the hell ... why not? "Yes, Tanya. I want it. I need it. I need to lick cum from your ass."
She smiled. And she kissed me. She kissed me long and hard. The love flowing and ebbing around us was the most powerful thing I'd ever felt.
Then with an exhausted moan, she drew her hips upward. I felt the head of my softened prick slip out of her puckered ass ... with a slight 'pop' as a goodbye to a place it would never see again. With pained, tired movements, she crawled up the bed and settled her ass atop my face -- struggling to bring me what I wanted. What I needed.
And they say true love is only found in fairy tales.
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9:17 A.M.
"Rise and shine, my little sex fiends!" I heard Mrs K's voice chimed out cheerily even though the sound was muffled by Tanya's thighs. We'd spent the rest of the night in the same position in which we'd fallen asleep -- with Tanya's ass atop my face.
Ohhhhhh, man," Tanya groaned stiffly as she rolled off of me. "My knees are cramped up bad!" she moaned as she stretched her long legs. "Next time, Bobby, you can sleep face DOWN in my crotch. That'll be a lot more comfortable."
Mrs K giggled. "So I can assume that your first night together was enjoyable for both of you?"
"Oh yeah, Mom. It was great," said Tanya, still stretching. "We talked a lot of things through and then Bobby fucked my ass one last time."
"I heard the yelling, Tanya. Nice touch."
"Thanks, Mom," she grinned.
"Things quieted down pretty quickly, though."
"Yeah, I was busy draining my ass into his mouth. He came a whole lot for once."
"He came while screaming out his love for cocksucking from what I heard. Oh, that's beautiful, Tanya. You're so lucky to have a faggot like Bobby." Mrs K reached down and pinched my cheek and shook like my old aunts used to do when they thought I did something cute.
"Well, up and at 'em, kids! You two can't lounge around in bed all day. Besides, breakfast is almost ready. Well, Bobby's breakfast anyway." Mrs K smiled in a way that made me nervous.
"Oooh! Brent?" Tanya asked excitedly.
"Brent," Mrs K confirmed.
Tanya clapped her hands excitedly and leapt out of bed. "C'mon, Bobby. Get dressed. You're going to love this!" She started rummaging through the clothes strewn around the room until she found a sexy spaghetti strap top. "Should I put on thigh-highs, Mom?"
"Yes, I think Brent would like that, dear. Now, Bobby ..."
She paused to look around the room as I rolled up and sat on the edge of the bed.
" ... ahh! Here we go. Your cum-soaked clothes are already in the wash, so why don't you just put this on for now." She tossed what seemed like a scrap of cloth at me. It hit me in the face and fell into my hands. "However, as nice as you looked in those panties you were walking around in last night ..."
Oh my God! She'd seen me! She paused to look at Tanya, who stifled a laugh as she pulled up her last stocking.
" ... you know the rules. Naked from the waist down, remember?"
"O ... OK," I stammered, still shocked to find she knew I'd accidentally put on panties last night.
"C'mon, Bobby! Let's go. Brent won't wait all day!" cried Tanya excitedly as she jumped up and headed out the door. I heard the soft thumps of her feet on the stairs as she disappeared.
"Up up!" cheered Mrs K as she snapped her fingers and smiled. "She's right, Bobby. I know you're not hungry, but you know my motto: There's always room for one more!" With that, she turned and left the room.
I sighed.
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I walked into the den to find Tanya sitting on the couch next to the third guy from last night -- the one who had disappeared with Mrs K. I was wearing the top Mrs K had chosen -- one of Tanya's. It was a lavender lycra tank top with the word "Hottie" across the chest in yellow glitter paint. On Tanya, it left her belly button *******. On me, it barely reached the bottom of my chest. Below that, I was naked ... as requested.
Both women giggled quietly as I nervously entered. Tanya at least had the decency to cover her mouth for a moment while she snickered. The guy on the couch had his eyes glued to the TV, but he looked up at me and smirked when I came in. I knew I looked ridiculous, but there wasn't much point in shame, now was there? Afterall, I'd sucked dick in front of all three of these people last night, right? Still ... I felt like an idiot.
"C'mon in, Bobby," said Mrs. K cheerfully. "We were just reviewing with Brent here what he missed last night." She nodded toward the television set.
I'd heard the moaning and groaning as I entered and assumed they were watching a porn video. But my jaw dropped as I looked at the screen and realized the picture was of this very room ... taken from a high corner. It was video tape from last night showing Tanya getting the bejesus fucked out of her by one of the frat boys. 'Threefer', I think.
In the corner of the image ... plain as day ... was my kneeling form nestled between the legs of the other frat boy -- my head slowing bobbing up and down as I kept him hard for Tanya. I silently begged that the tape never showed my face only to be immediately disappointed as the video-Bobby lifted his mouth off the cock and slowly stroked the spit slickened shaft with his hand -- his eyes never leaving the cock. As small and dark as the image was, the look on 'my' face said it all; that was the look of someone who loved what he was doing.
That look hadn't gone unnoticed by the ladies. "Oooooh, Bobby ... look at you! You're incredible!" purred Tanya. "Mom and I are going to love watching your videos over and over."
As horrified as I was by the prospect of being immortalized on film this way, my mind became occupied with tracing out where in the room the camera that took that image must be located. I started looking up and around to where it must have been, but I couldn't see anyth-- ...
"Oh, don't worry about the main cameras, Bobby," chided Mrs. K as she crossed the room. "They aren't even on this morning." I exhaled a slight sigh of relief. "I've got the handheld!" she chirped excitedly as she lifted up a small video cam. I grimaced.
"C-c-cameras?" was all I could say.
"Of course, Bobby! State of the art! The whole place is wired. Rest assured that every performance you've given in this house has been preserved for posterity. I've got quite a little video scrapbook made up of all your past crotch diving activities. It's a shame we didn't catch your first cocksucking on tape, but I know that we'll have plenty of scorchers to put into the collection from now on."
Everything. She had everything on tape. All those afterschool pussy cleanings. Sucking off Mr. Hunsacker last night. Probably me wandering through the house in those panties I'd accidentally put on. And now this.
"You're going to really enjoy this morning's treat," Mrs. K continued, seemingly oblivious to the horror ebbing through me. "From what I've been told, Brent here has some fine tasting manjuice. He's kind of a health nut. Lots of fruits and such."
As Mrs. K circled around the couch -- probably looking for a good filming vantage point -- I looked at Brent and Tanya on the couch. Brent was obviously an athelete. He had arms as thick as my thighs. One arm was outstretched on the couch and Tanya was basically riding it like a pony. His fingers were buried in her crotch while one of her arms clasped onto his bicep. Her head rested against his shoulder. If he'd had the urge, I think he could have lifted her up right off the couch with an arm curl.
Tanya had his balls cupped in her free hand. She was gently squeezing and massaging them as the two of them watched the TV screen -- when they weren't locked in a lewd kiss. Her eyes focused and unfocused as his fingers worked their magic in her pussy.
"In honor of youf first morning as a cocksucker, I've specially prepared him for you, Bobby. I spent an hour or so licking and stroking his balls before Tanya took over. I'm surprised a real man like him hasn't thrown Tanya down and fucked her by now, but we did tell him to expect a special treat. You should thank him for being so patient. By now, he ought to have a huge load of spooge built up for you." She brought the video cam up to her face. A red LED flicked on as if it were a signal for me to start.
I looked at his cock. In fact, by now I was staring at it. It was pretty big. Not as big as Malph's, but impressive to say the least. And these ladies has obviously had quite an effect on it; it was so hard that the tip was shiny. With every squeeze of Tanya's hand, his hips pushed slightly upward. This cock needed to cum. Bad.
Part of me resisted what I knew I had to do. But I did indeed know. It was inevitable.
My mind wrestled with the idea of being videotaped. Sure, I was already on film, but at least that was a small, grainy image. Mrs. K had already run the camera up and down my ridiculous outfit -- what there was of it. I hadn't even tried to cover up. Apparently, I had no shame left whatsoever. I was about to filmed up close and personal. With a dick in my mouth. Sucking it. Pumping it. Swallowing ...
With one smooth movement, I knelt down between his knees and engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth. I heard three sighs of pleasure -- one male and two female. At first, I left my hands at my sides and simply bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I could. Over and over.
"Fu-u-u-uck!" was the first thing I'd heard Brent say since I'd first met him last night. I ... I took it as a compliment.
As soon as the first drops of precum hit my tongue, I felt my prick zing to attention. It ached from having cum so often recently, but I just couldn't help getting rock hard again. His cock, the clear salty fluid, everything ... eveything tasted so good.
Once his dick was coated with a film of saliva (a few accidental gag reflexes had added quite a flood of it), I brought my hand up and grasped the warm shaft. I moved my hand up and down in rythym with my mouth, twisting my grip slightly as it rose and fell.
"Oh my GAAAAAAAHHH!" was Brent's reaction. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tanya's body shuddering atop his arm. She was enjoying this as much as he was. Possibly more.
I hadn't been keeping track, but I realized that Mrs. K had been circling around us capturing the action with her camera. She now settled in on the floor beside me and moved in for a closeup.
"You're going a bit fast for just a fluff job, Bobby. You want the cum, don't you?" she asked in a falsely innocent voice.
"Uhmmm hmmmm," I answered. Fuck yeah, I wanted the cum. I wasn't about to stop now.
"Well, if you're going to take the spunk all for yourself, Bobby, you need to have permission."
"Hmmmm?"
"Look up at your Tanya, Bobby. Look at her and that bigdicked stud. Plead with them, Bobby. Beg with your eyes. Beg for the cum you want so badly."
My gaze moved up past his belly and chest to find him and Tanya liplocked once again. Her body tightened slightly and I realized she'd just had a another small orgasm from the action of his meaty fingers buried in her twat. They broke the kiss and her sultry gaze slowly turned from him down to me. Her body continued to rock as she rode on his hand. I tried to put on the 'pleading' look that Mrs K suggested, but then I realized it was already there.
"Look at that. I think the little faggot wants his breakfast," she cooed.
My eyes already revealed just how much I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I was begging for it.
I hated that. I hated that I wanted it so badly, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to pump and suck on another man until he exploded into my mouth. I wanted to look into the eyes of the woman I loved while I did it.
I could feel myself start to tear up. The emotions that were flowing through me were powerful and contradictory. I felt humiliation at being between the knees of another man. I felt desire -- the desire to taste his sperm and feel it's warmth sliding down my throat. I felt anger towards myself for wanting it so badly. But most of all I felt love. Love for my beautiful Tanya. Love that made me willing to do anything to make her happy.
While keeping her eyes on me, Tanya shifted and spoke into Brent's ear. "I want you to feed him, baby. My little faggot wants your load. Is that ok? Can he have it? He wants it so bad. Can he have your cum?"
Brent's eyes were still glued to the television set. The triple sensation of the images on the screen, her voice in his ear, and my mouth in his crotch must have been incredible. As if in a trance, he simply uttered, "Suck it!"
That sounded like permission to me. I redoubled my efforts and began to pump even faster. I vented all the feelings of humilation and anger into pumping that cock. The harder and faster I went, the better I felt. As those emotions subsided, all that was left was desire and love. The desire to suck ... for the woman I love.
"Feed him, baby," she whispered ... just loud enough for me to hear. "Feed the little cocksucker and next week you can come back and ... fuck me ... in the ass!"
That was all it took. I heard a roar as my mouth began to fill with a warm flood of liquid. I wasn't sure if the sound was him shouting or just the rush of semen trying to squirt out my ears. There was so much, so I had to start swallowing quickly to keep up. I heard Tanya gasp in orgasm as little drips squeezed out from my lips ... and again as I chased them down his cock.
I could hear three people groaning out their separate orgasms at once. A feast for the ears as I swallowed the feast in my mouth.
All I could think at that moment was ... whew! As few hours ago, my ass was on the line -- literally. Tanya had not-so-subtley told me that if I didn't have the right attitude about sucking cock, I could count on a few hours a day of ass-ramming from whoever wanted a piece of me. But here I was ... back in control! Once I had a cock in my mouth, I decided when it came, how well it came ... and how much it came. I was milking this one as much as possible, stroking Brent's balls and gently suckling his cockhead as much as his now-sensitive flesh would allow. I felt ... proud. And confident. Confident that this was the kind of attitude that would keep my ass safe for a long time to come.
"Did ... did he cum, mama? Did Bobby cum?" Tanya wheezed heavily, still recovering.
Mrs. K pushed herself up from the position she'd ended up in leaning against the couch. Her own orgasm had caused her to lose her balance, but it seemed she'd somehow kept the camera in position. She pushed her head downward to look at the floor beneath me, "No, baby. He had a gorgeous ... (pant) ... little stiffy, but I ... I doubt Bobby here can average more than one squirt a day, so there's ... (woo!) ... there's no way he'll cum each and every time he sucks someone off."
But I had cum. As soon as I'd felt the cum spurt into my mouth, a wave of pleasure shot through me once again. To me, it had felt like I'd shot a gallon, but I guess I was just 'dry' from having already cum three times in twelve hours. And now I'd cum four times; three times with a spurting cock in my mouth and once while fantasizing about it. My balls ached ... badly. What ... what had I become?
Then again, who cares? I had the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend ... and she raved about me. I'd cum more in one night than ever before in my life.
Who could argue with results like those, eh?
To be continued ...
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Copyright (c) August, 2003 - A.K.A. 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
Comments: akaCockBobber(at)yahoo(dot)com
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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 twelve of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Whew! by AKA
"Tanya, no! No!" I said with exasperation. "I can cum! I really can! I'm so close!"
Good God! This whole adventure was a constant series of misunderstandings. When I licked sperm from her pussy to keep her from getting pregnant, she assumed I did it because I loved it. Because I kept doing that, she assumed I wanted to suck cock. And ... ok, I seem to have liked that a bit too much, but now ... now she assumed that the only way I could orgasm was with another man's cum in my mouth!
But she'd been riding her ass up and down on my dick while facing away from me -- presenting me with the most incredible view. A dead man would blow his load looking at that! Even though I'd already orgasmed twice, I was so close to blowing a third load up her ass. But then she stopped moving ... insisting that I couldn't!!
"Bobby, we've been over this," she clucked, shaking her head. "I don't see how ..."
I panicked, desperate not to let her unseat herself from my dick. In traditional, twisted, Kohmfetter- logic form, she'd implied that being able to cum would mean that I hadn't been honest about my feelings. Through another set of odd thought processes, being dishonest meant I'd end up as a sissy-girl and spend a lifetime on my knees while dressed in garters and stockings. I tried to rationalize why I *could* cum, yet not be accused of being dishone-- Ah hah!
"Fantasizing, Tanya! I ... I'm thinking about s-sucking cock while you're riding my dick." Yeah, that's it.
"Really? You think you can cum again just by THINKING about cocks? Ooooh ... that would be so hot. I want to watch this!" Again she began to lift off of me.
"No no! I ... I want to cum in your ass!" If this was going to be the last time my dick would be inside her, I at least wanted to cum. I was desperate. "Please, Tanya. I really want to."
"Oooh, Bobby. You dirty boy, you," she leered. "You sound just like all those guys at school. They're constantly trying to stuff my little butthole. If you hadn't just spent an entire evening proving exactly the opposite, I'd almost think you were just like those guys. But OK, this sounds fun. It'll be cool to feel your dick twitch in my ass while you squirt telling me all about your cocksucking fantasies. Here let me turn around ... *oof* ..."
As she magically spun herself around without letting my dick slip out, I asked, "Uhh ... tell you all about ... ?"
"Of course, Bobby. It's an obvious sign of our closeness that you can tell me your deepest cumgobbling desires. Besides, it's only fair. If you want to use my ass simply as a cumdumpster for your little whackoff fantasies, the least you can do is share!"
"Cumdumpst--? ... no, that's not what I meant ..."
"Don't worry, Bobby. It's ok. You can use it. You just remember this when I want to use your ass for something. So, anyway, let's get started." She settled into a position where she had me pinned to the bed, but was leaning down close, face to face with me. "Now, I bet I know who's cock you're thinking about sucking."
I gave her the answer she wanted. "Malph's."
"Oooh ... that's so hot." Her ass muscles had clenched around my dick upon hearing what she wanted to hear.
"Ohh--!" I gasped involutarily.
"I always knew you wanted to blow him, Bobby. You sucked him off just a few hours ago and you're already fantasizing about doing it again. So where are you thinking about doing it?
"Um ... we're at the car window."
I felt her ass release it's grip. "Oh, Bobby ... what fun is it to fantasize about something you're going to do every day? I know you're more inventive than that. Think of something that won't happen for months, at least. How about ... the locker room shower, OK?"
God, I needed to cum. I wanted so badly to do it in her ass ... I guess because I just knew this was the last time I'd ever have my dick inside her. I would have said anything.
"OK, OK ... I ... I'm t-taking a shower in the locker room ... when Malph walks in."
"That's better." Stimulation returned as she began to squeeze again. "Is he naked?"
"Yes."
"Is his huge meat swinging between his legs?" Never moving. Just squeezing.
I'd never seen him naked (I avoided gym class whenever I could), but I knew from seeing that thing earlier that it must sway like the pendulum of a clock. "Yes, it's swinging back and forth."
"It makes your mouth water, doesn't it, Bobby?"
"Uhh ..." I hesitated. I felt her grip on my dick relax suddenly.
"Well?"
"Yes. Yes," I answered ... and her ass grabbed at my dick as a reward. The pattern was obvious: Give her the answers she wanted and she'd continue milking my prick with her ass.
"How does it look, Bobby?"
I wasn't sure what she meant. "It looks ... big?"
Slight squeeze.
"And thick?"
Slight squeeze.
"And ... delicious?"
Big squeeze. "That's right, baby."
"It looks really delicious. I can't wait to taste it."
Two squeezes. "And does Malph look sexy with all that water running down his big, muscled chest?"
Even in this condition, I wasn't going to fall for that one. "I -- I don't know. I just see his cock. I just want his cock. I just want to suck his cock."
"Good boy. Stay focused," she giggled. She actually started to rock back and forth a bit. "And why do you want to suck it?"
"Because ... " (shit ... what did Mrs K say?) " ... it shows how much I love you."
She squeezed. "Yes, Bobby. And?"
"And because ... I want to share your love of cocks with you."
"And?" She edged up and down a bit.
God, that felt good. "Because ... I like it. I want it. I want to taste his cock. Taste his cum. Feel my mouth fill with his sperm and then swallow it all."
Did ... did I just say that?
"Yessssss, Bobby!" she moaned. She was riding up and down on my dick outright now. "Because you like it. Because you love it like the faggot cocksucker you are. And because it's what you deserve. What you truly deserve, Bobby. So suck it, Bobby. Stop staring and drop to your knees. Do what you do best."
"Yes-s, I'm g-getting down on my knees in f-front of Malph Ludder." Oh man, I was in agony and ecstacy. She was moving just fast enough to drive me insane.
"Where you belong?"
"Yes. On my knees where I b-belong."
"Are you going to massage his thighs and squeeze his ass?"
Nice try. "No, I don't want that. I'm just opening my m-mouth and taking in his c-cock."
"That's right. How does it taste?" Now she was squeezing and riding. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly.
"It tastes ... like sweat. Like pussy. Like piss. Like a cock should. Like ... heaven." What the hell was I saying? And was I actually smacking my lips as I said it?
"God, you're a faggot, Bobby. Is he calling you a faggot?"
"Yes." She was enjoying this. And as long as she was enjoying it, she would keep riding me. I told her what she wanted to hear.
"Are all the boys lined up behind him calling you a faggot?"
Lined up? Oh, to hell with it. "Yes ... they all are."
"Are they laughing?"
"Yes." Of course they would laugh.
"Do you care?"
"No. No, I don't care. As long as I get to suck them off. All of them!" I think part of me meant that. But I mostly just said it because I knew it would get her off. And I was right.
"YESSSSSS!!" she screamed as her body shuddered atop my dick. "You're a beautiful goddamned cocksucker! I love you, Bobby!" She couldn't help moving faster now. I could feel my orgasm coming.
"Pump it, Bobby. Pump it into your mouth!"
"Oh yes! I'm pumping it. Pumping it hard until he cums!"
"Tell me, Bobby! Tell me you love it!"
"Yes! I love it. I love sucking cock!"
"Louder, Bobby! Shout it out!"
I suddenly remembered it was the middle of the night. "But your mother ..."
And then she stopped ... again. "Auugh!" I gasped involuntarily. Dammit, I was so close!
"Why the sudden bout of shyness, baby? You've already sucked cock in front of my mom, for heaven's sake ... along with whatever guys she could round up. So it's no surprise to her, Bobby. She's been wanting to see a cock in your mouth for weeks now. And there will be lots more eyes watching in the future. If you're going to do this right, Bobby, you can't be shy about the role of your mouth."
"Of course. You're right. I ... I'm not shy. I'll suck cock in front of anyone." Anything. Anything to get her to start moving again.
"So shout it out for me, Bobby. Tell me."
I took a deep breath. "I love sucking cock!" It sounded almost deafening in the still night silence.
"That's my boy! My faggot-mouthed little boy!" It did the trick. She started riding my dick again. "Tell me you love the the cum!"
"I love the cum. I love swallowing that thick, delicious juice! I love the way it tastes! The way it feels in my mouth!" The room rang with echoes
That did it. She was riding hard again. "Tell me what a faggot you are!"
"Yes!" I screamed. "I'm a cumguzzling, cocksucking faggot! I love sucking cock! My mouth is soooo lonely without cock! I want to suck cock! I want it sooo bad! My dickie gets so hard when I taste cock! I cum sooo hard when it spurts into my mouth!" The words just rolled out of me. They sounded so natural. So ... right. So ... familiar, somehow. Had I heard them before?
Tanya's body slammed up and down on my dick. "Is he cumming, Bobby? Is he c-cumming in your m-mouth?" She was screaming as well. I could feel her body twitching with ecstacy.
"Yeesssssssss!!!" I screamed as my dick unloaded into her guts. "He's cumming! I'm cumming! I want the cum. I want the cum in my mouth!" The orgasm that swept through me was the most powerful of my life. I was screaming my head off about sucking cock and cumming as hard as I ever had. I didn't understand, but I didn't care. She had a power over me. She could make me feel like this while doing things I'd never dreamed I'd ever do. I knew I'd suck cock for her for the rest of my life.
She fell on top of me and our bodies collided with a sweaty, wet slap. We were both drenched. She'd cum hard, too. Very hard ... since I could still feel her trembling. Her face hovered just above mine and we looked lazily into one another's eyes. It seemed the perfect moment of passion between two lovers.
"T-tell m-me, Bobby," she panted softly. "Tell me ... h-how much you want ... to lick this cum out of my ass, Bobby."
My orgasm was gone. I no longer felt the press of hormones driving me to do any and everything in order to cum. But I was lost. I was lost in her spell. I would do anything for her. And she knew it.
"I w-want it," I wheezed. "I w-want to l-lick your ass c-clean. I want to taste my spunk d-dripping from your ass. One last time."
"I'm reeeally tired, baby. Your cocksucking f-fantasy made me cum hard. I could just fall fast asleep this way. But you r-really want to lick it, don't you, baby?"
I grinned. You wench, I thought, you want to hear me beg for it. Ahh, what the hell ... why not? "Yes, Tanya. I want it. I need it. I need to lick cum from your ass."
She smiled. And she kissed me. She kissed me long and hard. The love flowing and ebbing around us was the most powerful thing I'd ever felt.
Then with an exhausted moan, she drew her hips upward. I felt the head of my softened prick slip out of her puckered ass ... with a slight 'pop' as a goodbye to a place it would never see again. With pained, tired movements, she crawled up the bed and settled her ass atop my face -- struggling to bring me what I wanted. What I needed.
And they say true love is only found in fairy tales.
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9:17 A.M.
"Rise and shine, my little sex fiends!" I heard Mrs K's voice chimed out cheerily even though the sound was muffled by Tanya's thighs. We'd spent the rest of the night in the same position in which we'd fallen asleep -- with Tanya's ass atop my face.
Ohhhhhh, man," Tanya groaned stiffly as she rolled off of me. "My knees are cramped up bad!" she moaned as she stretched her long legs. "Next time, Bobby, you can sleep face DOWN in my crotch. That'll be a lot more comfortable."
Mrs K giggled. "So I can assume that your first night together was enjoyable for both of you?"
"Oh yeah, Mom. It was great," said Tanya, still stretching. "We talked a lot of things through and then Bobby fucked my ass one last time."
"I heard the yelling, Tanya. Nice touch."
"Thanks, Mom," she grinned.
"Things quieted down pretty quickly, though."
"Yeah, I was busy draining my ass into his mouth. He came a whole lot for once."
"He came while screaming out his love for cocksucking from what I heard. Oh, that's beautiful, Tanya. You're so lucky to have a faggot like Bobby." Mrs K reached down and pinched my cheek and shook like my old aunts used to do when they thought I did something cute.
"Well, up and at 'em, kids! You two can't lounge around in bed all day. Besides, breakfast is almost ready. Well, Bobby's breakfast anyway." Mrs K smiled in a way that made me nervous.
"Oooh! Brent?" Tanya asked excitedly.
"Brent," Mrs K confirmed.
Tanya clapped her hands excitedly and leapt out of bed. "C'mon, Bobby. Get dressed. You're going to love this!" She started rummaging through the clothes strewn around the room until she found a sexy spaghetti strap top. "Should I put on thigh-highs, Mom?"
"Yes, I think Brent would like that, dear. Now, Bobby ..."
She paused to look around the room as I rolled up and sat on the edge of the bed.
" ... ahh! Here we go. Your cum-soaked clothes are already in the wash, so why don't you just put this on for now." She tossed what seemed like a scrap of cloth at me. It hit me in the face and fell into my hands. "However, as nice as you looked in those panties you were walking around in last night ..."
Oh my God! She'd seen me! She paused to look at Tanya, who stifled a laugh as she pulled up her last stocking.
" ... you know the rules. Naked from the waist down, remember?"
"O ... OK," I stammered, still shocked to find she knew I'd accidentally put on panties last night.
"C'mon, Bobby! Let's go. Brent won't wait all day!" cried Tanya excitedly as she jumped up and headed out the door. I heard the soft thumps of her feet on the stairs as she disappeared.
"Up up!" cheered Mrs K as she snapped her fingers and smiled. "She's right, Bobby. I know you're not hungry, but you know my motto: There's always room for one more!" With that, she turned and left the room.
I sighed.
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I walked into the den to find Tanya sitting on the couch next to the third guy from last night -- the one who had disappeared with Mrs K. I was wearing the top Mrs K had chosen -- one of Tanya's. It was a lavender lycra tank top with the word "Hottie" across the chest in yellow glitter paint. On Tanya, it left her belly button *******. On me, it barely reached the bottom of my chest. Below that, I was naked ... as requested.
Both women giggled quietly as I nervously entered. Tanya at least had the decency to cover her mouth for a moment while she snickered. The guy on the couch had his eyes glued to the TV, but he looked up at me and smirked when I came in. I knew I looked ridiculous, but there wasn't much point in shame, now was there? Afterall, I'd sucked dick in front of all three of these people last night, right? Still ... I felt like an idiot.
"C'mon in, Bobby," said Mrs. K cheerfully. "We were just reviewing with Brent here what he missed last night." She nodded toward the television set.
I'd heard the moaning and groaning as I entered and assumed they were watching a porn video. But my jaw dropped as I looked at the screen and realized the picture was of this very room ... taken from a high corner. It was video tape from last night showing Tanya getting the bejesus fucked out of her by one of the frat boys. 'Threefer', I think.
In the corner of the image ... plain as day ... was my kneeling form nestled between the legs of the other frat boy -- my head slowing bobbing up and down as I kept him hard for Tanya. I silently begged that the tape never showed my face only to be immediately disappointed as the video-Bobby lifted his mouth off the cock and slowly stroked the spit slickened shaft with his hand -- his eyes never leaving the cock. As small and dark as the image was, the look on 'my' face said it all; that was the look of someone who loved what he was doing.
That look hadn't gone unnoticed by the ladies. "Oooooh, Bobby ... look at you! You're incredible!" purred Tanya. "Mom and I are going to love watching your videos over and over."
As horrified as I was by the prospect of being immortalized on film this way, my mind became occupied with tracing out where in the room the camera that took that image must be located. I started looking up and around to where it must have been, but I couldn't see anyth-- ...
"Oh, don't worry about the main cameras, Bobby," chided Mrs. K as she crossed the room. "They aren't even on this morning." I exhaled a slight sigh of relief. "I've got the handheld!" she chirped excitedly as she lifted up a small video cam. I grimaced.
"C-c-cameras?" was all I could say.
"Of course, Bobby! State of the art! The whole place is wired. Rest assured that every performance you've given in this house has been preserved for posterity. I've got quite a little video scrapbook made up of all your past crotch diving activities. It's a shame we didn't catch your first cocksucking on tape, but I know that we'll have plenty of scorchers to put into the collection from now on."
Everything. She had everything on tape. All those afterschool pussy cleanings. Sucking off Mr. Hunsacker last night. Probably me wandering through the house in those panties I'd accidentally put on. And now this.
"You're going to really enjoy this morning's treat," Mrs. K continued, seemingly oblivious to the horror ebbing through me. "From what I've been told, Brent here has some fine tasting manjuice. He's kind of a health nut. Lots of fruits and such."
As Mrs. K circled around the couch -- probably looking for a good filming vantage point -- I looked at Brent and Tanya on the couch. Brent was obviously an athelete. He had arms as thick as my thighs. One arm was outstretched on the couch and Tanya was basically riding it like a pony. His fingers were buried in her crotch while one of her arms clasped onto his bicep. Her head rested against his shoulder. If he'd had the urge, I think he could have lifted her up right off the couch with an arm curl.
Tanya had his balls cupped in her free hand. She was gently squeezing and massaging them as the two of them watched the TV screen -- when they weren't locked in a lewd kiss. Her eyes focused and unfocused as his fingers worked their magic in her pussy.
"In honor of youf first morning as a cocksucker, I've specially prepared him for you, Bobby. I spent an hour or so licking and stroking his balls before Tanya took over. I'm surprised a real man like him hasn't thrown Tanya down and fucked her by now, but we did tell him to expect a special treat. You should thank him for being so patient. By now, he ought to have a huge load of spooge built up for you." She brought the video cam up to her face. A red LED flicked on as if it were a signal for me to start.
I looked at his cock. In fact, by now I was staring at it. It was pretty big. Not as big as Malph's, but impressive to say the least. And these ladies has obviously had quite an effect on it; it was so hard that the tip was shiny. With every squeeze of Tanya's hand, his hips pushed slightly upward. This cock needed to cum. Bad.
Part of me resisted what I knew I had to do. But I did indeed know. It was inevitable.
My mind wrestled with the idea of being videotaped. Sure, I was already on film, but at least that was a small, grainy image. Mrs. K had already run the camera up and down my ridiculous outfit -- what there was of it. I hadn't even tried to cover up. Apparently, I had no shame left whatsoever. I was about to filmed up close and personal. With a dick in my mouth. Sucking it. Pumping it. Swallowing ...
With one smooth movement, I knelt down between his knees and engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth. I heard three sighs of pleasure -- one male and two female. At first, I left my hands at my sides and simply bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deeply as I could. Over and over.
"Fu-u-u-uck!" was the first thing I'd heard Brent say since I'd first met him last night. I ... I took it as a compliment.
As soon as the first drops of precum hit my tongue, I felt my prick zing to attention. It ached from having cum so often recently, but I just couldn't help getting rock hard again. His cock, the clear salty fluid, everything ... eveything tasted so good.
Once his dick was coated with a film of saliva (a few accidental gag reflexes had added quite a flood of it), I brought my hand up and grasped the warm shaft. I moved my hand up and down in rythym with my mouth, twisting my grip slightly as it rose and fell.
"Oh my GAAAAAAAHHH!" was Brent's reaction. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tanya's body shuddering atop his arm. She was enjoying this as much as he was. Possibly more.
I hadn't been keeping track, but I realized that Mrs. K had been circling around us capturing the action with her camera. She now settled in on the floor beside me and moved in for a closeup.
"You're going a bit fast for just a fluff job, Bobby. You want the cum, don't you?" she asked in a falsely innocent voice.
"Uhmmm hmmmm," I answered. Fuck yeah, I wanted the cum. I wasn't about to stop now.
"Well, if you're going to take the spunk all for yourself, Bobby, you need to have permission."
"Hmmmm?"
"Look up at your Tanya, Bobby. Look at her and that bigdicked stud. Plead with them, Bobby. Beg with your eyes. Beg for the cum you want so badly."
My gaze moved up past his belly and chest to find him and Tanya liplocked once again. Her body tightened slightly and I realized she'd just had a another small orgasm from the action of his meaty fingers buried in her twat. They broke the kiss and her sultry gaze slowly turned from him down to me. Her body continued to rock as she rode on his hand. I tried to put on the 'pleading' look that Mrs K suggested, but then I realized it was already there.
"Look at that. I think the little faggot wants his breakfast," she cooed.
My eyes already revealed just how much I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I was begging for it.
I hated that. I hated that I wanted it so badly, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to pump and suck on another man until he exploded into my mouth. I wanted to look into the eyes of the woman I loved while I did it.
I could feel myself start to tear up. The emotions that were flowing through me were powerful and contradictory. I felt humiliation at being between the knees of another man. I felt desire -- the desire to taste his sperm and feel it's warmth sliding down my throat. I felt anger towards myself for wanting it so badly. But most of all I felt love. Love for my beautiful Tanya. Love that made me willing to do anything to make her happy.
While keeping her eyes on me, Tanya shifted and spoke into Brent's ear. "I want you to feed him, baby. My little faggot wants your load. Is that ok? Can he have it? He wants it so bad. Can he have your cum?"
Brent's eyes were still glued to the television set. The triple sensation of the images on the screen, her voice in his ear, and my mouth in his crotch must have been incredible. As if in a trance, he simply uttered, "Suck it!"
That sounded like permission to me. I redoubled my efforts and began to pump even faster. I vented all the feelings of humilation and anger into pumping that cock. The harder and faster I went, the better I felt. As those emotions subsided, all that was left was desire and love. The desire to suck ... for the woman I love.
"Feed him, baby," she whispered ... just loud enough for me to hear. "Feed the little cocksucker and next week you can come back and ... fuck me ... in the ass!"
That was all it took. I heard a roar as my mouth began to fill with a warm flood of liquid. I wasn't sure if the sound was him shouting or just the rush of semen trying to squirt out my ears. There was so much, so I had to start swallowing quickly to keep up. I heard Tanya gasp in orgasm as little drips squeezed out from my lips ... and again as I chased them down his cock.
I could hear three people groaning out their separate orgasms at once. A feast for the ears as I swallowed the feast in my mouth.
All I could think at that moment was ... whew! As few hours ago, my ass was on the line -- literally. Tanya had not-so-subtley told me that if I didn't have the right attitude about sucking cock, I could count on a few hours a day of ass-ramming from whoever wanted a piece of me. But here I was ... back in control! Once I had a cock in my mouth, I decided when it came, how well it came ... and how much it came. I was milking this one as much as possible, stroking Brent's balls and gently suckling his cockhead as much as his now-sensitive flesh would allow. I felt ... proud. And confident. Confident that this was the kind of attitude that would keep my ass safe for a long time to come.
"Did ... did he cum, mama? Did Bobby cum?" Tanya wheezed heavily, still recovering.
Mrs. K pushed herself up from the position she'd ended up in leaning against the couch. Her own orgasm had caused her to lose her balance, but it seemed she'd somehow kept the camera in position. She pushed her head downward to look at the floor beneath me, "No, baby. He had a gorgeous ... (pant) ... little stiffy, but I ... I doubt Bobby here can average more than one squirt a day, so there's ... (woo!) ... there's no way he'll cum each and every time he sucks someone off."
But I had cum. As soon as I'd felt the cum spurt into my mouth, a wave of pleasure shot through me once again. To me, it had felt like I'd shot a gallon, but I guess I was just 'dry' from having already cum three times in twelve hours. And now I'd cum four times; three times with a spurting cock in my mouth and once while fantasizing about it. My balls ached ... badly. What ... what had I become?
Then again, who cares? I had the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend ... and she raved about me. I'd cum more in one night than ever before in my life.
Who could argue with results like those, eh?
To be continued ...
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Copyright (c) August, 2003 - A.K.A. 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
