Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by 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 two of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Tanya's Mom
     by AKA

As we drove home after our adventure under the 
bleachers, I was uncertain as to what to do 
next.  At first, I wanted to go find a teacher 
at our high school and tell them that four of 
their star athletes had raped my girlfriend.

"Oh, but honey, I don't really know if you can 
call it 'rape'.  My mom always says, 'Boys will 
be boys'.  Let's just go home and talk to her 
about it."

"Tanya," I replied, shocked at how unconcerned 
she seemed, "They forced themselves on you!"

"Well, the word 'forced' may be a bit .. strong, 
as well."

"What?!" I cried.

"Oh, honey ... you know how fascinated I am by 
cocks.  Whenever we have a moment alone, you 
know I'm always playing with yours."

"Well, yes, but ..." I thought back on all the 
time we'd spent together in the past months 
since we'd been dating.  I'd loved the fact that 
she always wanted to see my cock, and touch it, 
squeeze it, and watch it get hard.  I'd tried to 
be a total gentlemen and take things slowly, as 
difficult as that was for me.

"But today was the first time I realized how 
different you are from all those 'men'.  I mean, 
those guys under the bleachers?  As soon as I 
stroked their cocks hard, it was like I turned 
on a switch or something.  Right away, they were 
pawing at my clothes, squeezing my tits, playing 
with my pussy, and trying to stick their dicks 
in my mouth."

"But ... you didn't let them, did you?"

"Stick their dicks in my mouth?  Well, sure ... 
I guess I did.  I mean, their cocks looked so 
hard and smooth and pretty ... it was hard not 
to want to kiss them."

"Oh my God, Tanya.  What were you thinking?"

"Well, I wasn't 'thinking', exactly.  It was 
like a had a 'switch' of my own.  As soon as 
they started rubbing on my crotch, it was like 
my legs were spring loaded ... in the 'wiiiiide 
o-pen' position," she giggled with a playful 
expression on her face.

"I can't believe this."

"You can't believe what?  That those men wanted 
to fuck me?  You think I'm attractive, right 
honey?"

"What ... wait ... of COURSE, I do!  Its just 
that ..."

"This is your fault, you know."

"MY FAULT?!??"

"Yes, your fault.  What did you think would 
happen?  By letting them see me sucking on your 
dick, you basically proved to them that your 
girlfriend was cock-hungry, but then you just 
laid there doing nothing about it.  I mean, 
someone like you may not have been interested, 
but how did you expect a group of actual 'men' 
to act?"

"Honey, I told you I was knocked ...." I started 
to protest, but then I realized this was the 
third of fourth time she'd classified 'someone 
like me ' as being separate from 'men' and I 
wasn't sure I liked what she was implying. "I'm 
a man, too y'know," I quickly replied, feeling 
rather defensive.

"No, you're not, Bobby," she said, staring me in 
the eye.  I sat there with my mouth open for an 
instant, unsure what to say.  Then she broke 
into a big smile and giggled, "You're BETTER!  
You're SO MUCH better for me!  God, honey, I 
keep thinking about what you did for me.  About 
how you sucked and licked and rutted in my gooey 
pussy until you'd gulped down all four loads of 
that nasty man-juice.  I adore you soooo much."  
Her face showed that same adoring look -- a huge 
smile with the slightest hint of a tear in her 
eye.  She threw her arms around me and hugged me 
tight as I drove.  She was irresistible when she 
smiled like that, but I was still trying to 
decide if what she'd said made me feel any 
better.

"Do ... do you have to say it like that?", I 
asked, grimacing at her blunt language.

"How else do you expect me to say 'I adore you', 
silly."

"No ... the other thing."

"What?  About you sucking all those mouthfuls of 
cum out of my snatch?"

"YES! ... er ... yes, honey .. that.  Do you 
have to be so ... graphic?"

"Oh, c'mon Bobby.  I've always known you were 
shy & unsure of yourself when we talk about sex. 
 My mom saw it, too.  That's why she suggested I 
be a little less ... frank when talking about 
it.  But I'm sick of saying 'stuff' when I mean 
'cum' and 'do it' when I mean 'fuck'."  I think 
that after today, you should get used to hearing 
me say words like 'suck' and 'cum' and 'pussy' 
and 'swallow' from now on." she replied 
nonchallantly.

"You ... you told your mom about ... um ... when 
we did sexual things?"  I was shocked to hear 
she'd talked to her mother.

"Of course, Bobby.  We talk very openly about 
sex.  We always have.  Ooh ... we're here."

I pulled up to the curb in front of Tanya's 
house.  She practically leapt out of the car and 
skipped to the door.  I ran to keep up, 
desperately trying to think of some way to tell 
Tanya's mother what happened.

"Mom!  Mom, where are you?" Tanya burst through 
the front door, obviously eager to talk to her.

"I'm here, Tanya," Mrs. Kohmfetter emerged from 
the kitchen wearing an apron and wiping her 
hands on a towel.

"Mom.  Guess what?  Bobby took me under the 
bleachers for a blowjob and I ended up getting 
gangfucked!"

I froze in place and stood there slack-jawed.  I 
absolutely couldn't believe that Tanya had just 
said that.  She said she and her mother talked 
'openly' about sex, but I didn't think they 
talked THAT openly.

"Bobby!  Oh my!  I didn't think you had it in 
you!"

"No no no, Mom, Bobby didn't fuck me!" she said 
in a voice she might use to say that pigs don't 
fly, "You know how he is.  It was four guys from 
the football team."

"FOUR guys!?  My goodness, Tanya.  Quick ... 
come upstairs and tell me what happened.  We 
need to get you cleaned up."

"Oh, but Mom.  Bobby all ready took care of 
that," she turned to me and grinned, "He's 
terrific, mom!"

I wanted to die.  I prayed for a lightning bolt 
to strike me dead.

"What do you mean, darling?"

"C'mon .. let's go upstairs.  I'll tell you all 
about it.

* * *

I waited downstairs for the longest twenty 
minutes of my life.  I tried to listen to what 
Tanya was telling her mother upstairs, but all I 
could hear was muffled voices and the occasional 
shriek of surprise.  I thought I heard giggling 
once or twice, but I could hardly imagine that 
Mrs. Kohmfetter would find any of what happened 
today amusing.

In my nervous state, I had finally taken to 
browsing the photos on the fireplace mantle when 
I heard Tanya's mother's voice behind me.

"Bobby."

I whirled in surprise, "Oh!  Hi, Mrs. 
Kohmfetter.  Um ... where's Tanya."  My 
girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

"She's in the kitchen.  I wanted to talk to you 
alone for a few moments," she said quietly as 
she walked toward me.

I was cringing -- almost recoiling in fear at 
her possible reaction -- when she simply walked 
up to me and gave me a hug.

"Uhhh ... Mrs. Kohmfetter?  What was that for?"

"Bobby!  After the devotion you displayed for my 
daughter today, how could I treat you any other 
way?"

She hugged me tightly once again.  I suddenly 
felt ... proud.  Mrs. Kohmfetter was obviously 
overcome with emotion.  Her reaction was 
actually making me feel good about what I'd done 
that day.

"Bobby, I want to thank you for taking such good 
care of my daughter today.  It's restores my 
faith in humanity to know that a good caring 
person like you exists," her voice cracked as 
she spoke and a tear came to her eye.  "I'm so 
very glad you were there for her when she needed 
it," she hugged me and held me tight against her 
chest.  In fact, she was pressing my face rather 
tightly into her breasts ... it was rather 
distracting.  "And I'm glad your going to be 
there for her next time and whenever she needs 
you in the future."

"Well, Mrs. Kohmfetter, I'm glad that ... wait 
... what do you mean, 'next time'?"

"Bobby, sit down," she said quietly and directed 
both of us to a seat on the couch; we turned to 
face each other.  "You've been with Tanya long 
enough to know that's she's absolutely obsessed 
with cocks."  She placed a hand on my thigh -- 
rather high on my thigh, I thought.  I tried to 
ignore it and concentrate on what she was 
saying.  "Heaven knows I've been chasing off 
boyfriends of hers for years, sometimes just 
seconds before they stick it in her cock-begging 
little cunt.  I know she can't control herself 
around men ... that's why it's so great that 
she's found you instead."

Her hand moved lazily up and down my thigh, but 
she stared me in the eye and spoke rather 
seriously.  "Your self control around her is so 
admirable and speaks volumes about you, Bobby.  
I thought for sure no man could ever let her 
stroke and squeeze his cock for as long as you 
have without just holding her down and fucking 
her ... " her hand paused high on my thigh, " 
... and based on today's activities, it looks 
like I was right."

The movement of her hand on my leg was almost 
mesmerizing.  After a second or two, her frank 
language sunk in.  "I-I'd never do anything like 
that to Tanya, Mrs. Kohmfetter."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't, Bobby.  You just don't 
have it in you."  Her hand began to squeeze my 
thigh tightly, caused my tired prick to stir and 
stiffen. I concentrated on her words, trying not 
to get a hardon with my girlfriend's mother.  
"She's a total cock-slut, Bobby.  It's just 
unfortunate for my Tanya that she's not a cum-
slut.  It would make her life so much easier if 
she liked the feel, taste & texture of cum as 
much as an ordinary slut, but ... heaven knows 
she's never been 'ordinary'.  That's why I'm so 
incredibly happy that she's got you.  You'll 
take care of everything, right Bobby?"  Her hand 
moved even higher on my thigh.

"I'll ... I'll take c-care of everything," I 
repeated quietly, barely listening to her while 
trying desperately not to think about her hand 
squeezing my leg muscles.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that.  You, Bobby, 
are better than any man who'd just leave her 
there filled with cum and miserable.  Can you 
promise me you'll never leave her miserable?"

"Of .. of course!" I stammered.  I tried to 
shift over lightly, but she pressed downward, 
almost pinning me to the couch.  "I ... I 
absolutely promise!"

"It takes a special person to care for a 
Kohmfetter woman, Bobby.  She's a beautiful 
girl.  Men will constantly be chasing her and 
you know now that she hasn't got the self 
control to resist them.  Her life is bound to 
get awfully messy sometimes due to those men ... 
and she'll need someone special to clean up that 
mess."

"I ... I understand."

"Bobby, do you promise to take care of my 
daughter and clean up the mess left by all those 
men?" she practically begged of me.  She leaned 
in even closer to me and her hand shifted one 
last time, basically cupping my balls.  My dick 
responded predictably, stiffening rapidly 
despite my mental resistance.

"Mrs. Kohmfetter, I --"

"Do you promise, Bobby?" she asked insistently 
as her hand gave my balls a squeeze.

"YES! .. uh ... yes, I promise," I practically 
skrieked.

She finally removed her hand and threw her arms 
over my shoulders, "Oh, Bobby!  I'm so glad to 
hear you say that.  You can't know how much this 
means to me!  She's such a good girl, but I know 
she's going to need your special kind of help a 
lot."

"I'll do my best, Mrs. Kohmfetter.  I really 
will," I said proudly, glad to finally be rid of 
her hand in my crotch ... especially now that I 
could hear Tanya coming in from the kitchen.

"I know Bobby.  I know.  In fact, I'm sure Tanya 
will need some of your help right now."

"Huh?  Why?" I asked, unsure of her meaning.

"Well, it's Wednesday.  I have my groceries 
delivered on Wednesday."  As Tanya burst in 
through the door, her mother grinned at her 
wickedly and asked, "How was he, darling?"

"God, mom.  You're right!  That delivery boy 
sure can fuck!  He's got a real nice cock, too.  
You've been getting that every Wednesday and you 
never 'shared' with me before?" she said as she 
brushed the hair from her now-sweaty brow.  She 
walked up to the back of the couch and joined 
us, propping her head on her elbows.

"Well, that's because you never had Bobby here 
to clean out your sperm-filled pussy before.  
But he just promised me he'd take care of that 
for your from now on," Mrs. Kohmfetter stated 
matter-of-factly.

I was dumbfounded.  Both of them turned to look 
at me, as if waiting for me to confirm the 
statement.  I just stared at them in surprise.

Tanya's mother was the first to speak with a 
somewhat confused look on her face, "Why the 
confused look, Bobby?  Didn't you JUST promise 
me that you'd clean up after the men in her life 
when she needed it?"

"But ..." I stammered.

"Bobby ... I certainly didn't think you were the 
type to go back on a promise ... especially so 
quickly.  You're not that type or person, are 
you?"

"Uh ..."  Dear God, I vaguely remembered 
promising 'something', but ... this wasn't what 
I had in mind.

"You're not a liar, are you Bobby?" Mrs. 
Kohmfetter asked, with an odd emphasis on the 
word 'liar'.

"Bobby?!?!  Tell her!  Tell her you're not a 
liar!" Tanya begged, her brow wrinkled in 
seeming confusion.

What was the question again, I thought.  With 
both of them staring at me, I stuttered out an 
answer, "N-no!  Of c-course I'm not a liar!"

Tanya practically squealed with delight.  Her 
mother grinned and said, "Of COURSE, you're 
not!"  She playfully pushed me on the chest, 
causing me to fall back a bit on the couch.

Tanya reached over the back of the couch, 
grabbed my shoulders, continued to push me back 
until I was lying face up on the couch.  She 
grinned widely at me and said, "Now that that's 
settled, let's get down to business!"

With a yelp of joy, she leapt over the back of 
the couch and landed with her knees on either 
side of my head.  Instantly, the smell of fresh-
fucked pussy filled my nostrils.  Tanya shimmied 
her pantie-less crotch down on my face with an 
exaggerated "Ahhhhhh."  She settled down onto my 
face with a wet squish.

"Oh Tanya, you look so happy right now.  I can 
tell this is going to work out so well for you.  
You don't often see anyone secure enough to so 
openly perform an act of love like sucking & 
licking a snatch full of another man's jism."

"Oh, I know, Mom.  He's certainly like no man I 
know, that's for sure.  Oh, and Mom ... check 
this out.  He likes it so much, his dick gets 
super hard when he swallows all that goopy cock-
cream and pussy juice.  Take a look."  She 
quickly undid my belt and I soon felt two pair 
of hands wrestling with my fly and waistband.

"Mmmph!!" I shouted, muffled by her thighs.  I 
still had a hardon from when Tanya's mom grabbed 
my crotch and I didn't want to keep supporting 
her misconception that I actually got turned on 
by this.  I grabbed at my pants in a panic.

Tanya playfully slapped at my hands and laughed, 
"Oh stop!  Don't be embarrassed.  My mom's seen 
your little prick a bunch of times.  I know I 
should have told you, but whenever I've sat on 
your face like this before, Mom always liked to 
peek in and watch.  Of course, those times my 
pussy wasn't dripping with leftover fuck juice 
like it is now.  Oh, speaking of which ... 
shouldn't you get started, honey?  That delivery 
boy shot one heck of a load up in there."

I was trapped again.  In a minute, they'd have 
my pants off, revealing my hardon.  They'd be 
convinced that I was a willing and eager cum 
eater.  And it was obvious that once these two 
got something in their heads, there was no 
fighting it ... at least not for me.  I had to 
get rid of that boner.  In a panic, I tried 
thinking of baseball, of old people naked, of 
those horrible VD films they still showed in 
health class.  In my panic, the images were so 
jumbled, I couldn't concentrate .. it wasn't 
working.  But wait ... the answer was staring me 
in the face.  Literally.  What was the most 
disgusting and least appealing thing I could 
think of?  Eating a used pussy filled with the 
sperm of a strange man ... the very thought made 
me gag, so .... I went at it.

"Oooooooooooh, yessss.  That's it, Bobby.  Suck 
out all that cum.  Clean my used pussy."

As the first globs of spent semen slithered out 
of her slippery snatch into my mouth, my throat 
muscles contracted involuntarily in disgust.  It 
immediately had the desired effect.  Although I 
resisted gagging and coughing out the cum out of 
respect for Mrs. Kohmfetter's upholstery and 
carpet, my whole body reacted as expected.  My 
cock withered quickly.

Just in time, too.  Their four hands had managed 
to yank my pants down to my ankles.

Of course, it was primarily the concept that 
made me want to gag.  The taste wasn't really 
all that bad, once I got thinking about it.  The 
slightly bitter taste of the cum was offset by 
its own saltiness and the tangy-sweet flavor of 
her pussy.  The resulting combination was far 
from revolting, actually.  In fact, I suppose 
someone could get used to the taste ... even 
like it, maybe.

And if I was going to have to taste it at all, I 
could hardly ask for a better place to be doing 
it -- pinned underneath the best ass in two 
counties.  Tanya was a true hottie.  And here I 
was with my face buried in her gorgeous snatch.  
Regardless of the current circumstances, she was 
indeed the hottest creature I'd ever known ... 
and I adored her.

"Oh, look darling," Tanya's mother spoke, 
"you're right.  His pecker was getting softer, 
but now that he's got his face buried in your 
fresh-fucked cunt, it's getting hard again."  I 
felt a hand grip my balls and the base of my 
cock.

Oh no, I thought.  I was getting a hardon again. 
 Dammit, I let myself get carried away.  I was 
thinking about her tight ass when I should have 
been concentrating on the disgusting task of 
consuming used semen in order to get rid of the 
damned woody.  I lapped and sucked more 
fervently and the result was another slimy wad 
that once again made me come close to gagging.  
Of course, it also made Tanya start to quiver 
and buck as she squatted on my face.


"Oooh, look!  He's really going to town now!," 
cooed Tanya's mother.  "Boy, this really turns 
him on, doesn't it?"  I could actually feel her 
warm, wet breath against my dick.  Dear God, how 
was I supposed to not get excited with her mouth 
hovering over my prick?!?  "You know," she 
continued, "when he and I were talking about his 
promise to keep your pussy clean of men's sperm, 
I swear he was getting a hard on.  Only a few 
minutes later it was nearly gone, but now that 
he's slurping mouthfuls of semen from your 
sloppy pussy, he's stiff again."  The hand at 
the base of my cock began to squeeze lightly.

"Yeah, mom, isn't it g-great?" asked Tanya 
between panting breaths, "It's the ... oh god 
... p-perfect situation: My pussy gets cleaned 
... uhhn ... of all that nasty cum and ... (fuck 
yeah) ... he gets to do s-something that ... 
(suck that cum, baby) ... obviously turns him 
on.  It's f-fucking fantastic!"

I groaned upon hearing their interpretation of 
my growing hardon.  I tried desperately to fill 
my mouth with more semen to once again induce a 
reaction of disgust, but there wasn't much left 
by now.  Besides, I'd eaten so much cum that day 
already that the shock value was quickly wearing 
off.  My increased effort did have one effect, 
tho; I could feel by the building tension in 
Tanya's thighs that she was about to cum.

"B-b-but the best ... (god, YES!) ... part is 
the orgasms.  He's n-never ... (eat that cunt) 
... been able to make me cum with his tongue b-
before, b-but the ... uhhn ... love he shows ... 
ohhhh ... for me when he ... uhhhn ... laps up 
that gooey, frothy fuck-slime makes me ... uhhhn 
... oh god .... ohhhhhhhhhh."

I felt Tanya's orgasm in the movement of her 
legs muscles clamped to my ears and tasted it in 
the flood of juices that poured from her newly 
cleaned pussy.  She was right about one thing 
... I sure did love her.  I wanted so much to 
make her happy.  I continued sucking and licking 
throughout her orgasm and forgot all about 
trying to make myself appear unexcited.  Hell, 
of course I was excited ... the girl of my 
dreams was bucking amd heaving atop my face in 
an orgasmic rapture I had caused.  I moved my 
tongue all over her crotch, but then she tilted 
her hips back so that her pussy moved forward 
out of reach putting her puckered pick sphincter 
right over my face.  By this point, I was too 
far gone to worry about any more taboos.  I 
slithered my tongue up against her tight pink 
asshole.

"Oh God, he's l-licking my ass!"  Her whole body 
heaved in one last triumphant wave of orgasm.  
By now, I had a raging hardon.  I kept licking 
and let my tongue wander all throughout her 
pussy and ass.  I found that my hands had 
migrated to her hips and were pressing her down 
onto my face.

"B-boy, that feels good.  Mom ... do you like g-
getting fucked in the ass?  I think ... (that's 
it baby, don't stop) ... I think I want to t-try 
getting buttfucked soon."

"Oh yes, darling," Tanya's mother replied, "I 
love getting my ass reamed by some big, stiff 
cock.  I get it whenever I can.  But I do think 
you should be careful and start with something 
small ... like Bobby's little prick here.  Would 
you like Bobby's little pecker up your ass?"

Again I could feel the warmth of her breath 
against the super sensitized skin of my dick.  I 
gave up all resistance and began to involutarily 
rock my hips, trying to fuck the hand that was 
wrapped around the base of my rod.  Regardless 
of her comment on my size, the thought of her 
own mother suggesting that I fuck Tanya's ass 
was exiting beyond words.  I shoved my tongue 
back in her ass and began to probe it deeply.  I 
felt like my dick was going to explode from 
sheer internal pressure.  I jammed my tongue up 
into her ass, trying to fuck her with it like I 
would with my dick.

"Ooooh ... Bobby's really going for it now.  And 
look at his little prick!  It's so hard, it's 
turning purple!  He must really like the idea of 
you taking a load of cum up your ass."

"He's t-tonguing my ... uhhn ... a-asshole right 
now, M-mom."

"Then I was right.  He's imagining sucking a 
load of cum out of your ass.  What a perfectly 
dirty little boyfriend you have, Tanya.  I think 
you should consider yourself very lucky."

"I know, Mom.  I do ... I really do.  I just 
know ... *pant* ... he's p-perfect for me.  He 
loves me, Mom.  Look at what ... uhhn ... he's 
done to prove that.  A-and I think ... I think I 
love him, too," Tanya said with a crack to her 
voice.

She loved me.  The most amazing girl I'd ever 
met said that she loved me.  A wave of emotion 
passed over me.  I wanted so much to make her 
happy.  My hands squeezed her ass harder against 
my face.  My tongue found new life as it 
slathered and lapped at her flesh.  My cock 
swelled to the point of being almost painful.

"Oh, I'm so happy you've found someone like 
this, darling.  He is kinda cute, in a pretty-
boy sort of way.  And such a good little 
cumsucker.  His eagerness to help you this way 
is so ... sexy.  Especially the obvious pleasure 
he gets from sucking sperm for you.  It looks 
like your perfect boyfriend is about to blow his 
load into thin air with his pecker hardly being 
touched!"

I was barely listening to them now; the emotion 
running through me was so strong.  But I could 
swear I actually felt Mrs. Kohmfetter's lips 
graze my penis a few times as she spoke.

"Ooh ... careful, Mom.  He d-doesn't ... oooh 
... shoot much, but you still ... *pant* ... m-
might get some on you," Tanya warned, her 
dislike of the feel of semen coming through in 
her voice.

"Oh, don't worry about that, darling."

I felt a pair of lips encircle the head of my 
dick -- about halfway down the head.  My hips 
bucked upward, trying to reach the warmth that 
lay beyond those lips, but the hand at the base 
of my cock pressed downward, preventing 
movement.  But I did feel a single swipe of the 
tongue inside that mouth around the sensitive
skin at my dick's head.  It was enough to send
me over the top. 

I squirted what load I had through the tiny 'O'
formed by those lips.  My body jerked and
twitched in orgasm as that wave of sensation
swept over me.

My tired tongue finally receded into my mouth
and I lay with my eyes closed as my body
recovered from orgasm.  Tanya finally unclamped
her thighs and dismounted my face, but as she
did so, I felt a strong set of hands grab my
head and a pair of lips press against mine.  As
I half-expected, an insistent tongue parted my
lips and began to push my own cum into my
mouth.  There seemed little point in resisting
at this stage.  I relaxed and allowed the
seventh cum load of the day to flow down my
throat.  The reflex to gag had disappeared
completely and I simply accepted the
now-familiar salty taste and swallowed.

Then I heard Tanya's voice.  "Mom ... are you
kissin' my boyfriend?" she asked slyly and
playfully.  I opened my eyes in half-surprise
and realized that it was Mrs. Kohmfetter's
mouth that I'd just filled ... and emptied.

As she pushed the last of my semen into my
mouth, she pulled away and ran her forearm
across her lips to wipe them.  "Oh no,
darling.  That's your job. I was just putting
that load of cum where it belongs.  Now come
over and kiss your boyfriend goodbye.  I think
he's had enough fun for one afternoon," she
said with a playful grin.

Tanya leaned down and gave me a long, loving, 
and very tonguey kiss, her hands wandering up 
and down my body.  Both of us were still 
trembling from the powerful orgasms we'd just 
experienced, but that wasn't the reason for the 
tingling I felt as my lips touched hers.  The 
love between us was almost electric in nature.  
She was my entire world.

Tanya pulled away for a moment, smacked her 
lips, and looked up quizically.  "Hmmm ... 
y'know, cum and pussy taste really good 
together.  I could never handle the slimey, 
goopy consistency of it, but I can certainly see 
why you like it so much, honey."  Before I could 
even think to answer, she pressed her lips back 
against mine and I was once again lost in her 
kiss.

I gave up trying to explain whether I "liked it" 
or not.  The main point was that I loved her.  I 
really loved her.   Tanya was the girl of my 
dreams and, today, she said she loved me, too.  
Nothing was going to spoil the wonder of that 
for me, especially not this little 
'misunderstanding' about what I liked or didn't 
like.  Tanya and I were going to be together 
forever and I swore I'd do whatever it takes to 
make her happy.  Whatever it takes.



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