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 three of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Sealed with a Kiss
     by AKA


I lay in bed that evening, trying desperately 
not to think about how my life had changed since 
that morning.  But I couldn't help thinking 
about Tanya ... and how she said that she loved 
me.  Every time I replayed those words of hers 
in my mind, I broke into a huge smile.  I was 
almost giddy.

But there was a cloud to my silver lining.  The 
events surrounding her declaration of love had 
been anything but perfect ... for me at least.  
From her viewpoint, I'm sure it WAS perfect -- 
she was in the middle of a series of powerful 
orgasms.  And I was the cause of those orgasms.  
Sounds perfect, right?  Well, it might be except 
for the fact that I gave her those orgasms as I 
licked a load of stranger's semen -- one of 
seven loads that day, if you included my own -- 
from her heavily-fucked pussy ... all under the 
watchful eye of her mother.  It was an unusual 
set of circumstances, to say the least.

I'd driven home from her house in a daze, wiping 
dried cum and pussy juice from my face along the 
way.  It was really only when I walked in the 
kitchen and kissed my mother hello that I 
realized the extent of my predicament.

"Hello, Bobby.  Dinner will --- woo!  Son ... 
run up and brush your teeth!  Your breath is a 
far sight from 'minty fresh', I can sure tell 
you!", she'd said with a playful grin that was 
pure Mom.  It was then that I felt the full 
weight of all that stranger's cum in my belly 
... then that the joy of Tanya'a declaration of 
love began to wear off.

And so I'd spent the rest of the evening in a 
state of confusion, my mind trying to balance 
the happiness of Tanya's love against my own 
revulsion at having swallowed another man's cum. 
 Several men's cum, I reminded myself.  As I lay 
there in dismay, I heard a rap at my window.

It was Tanya.  She looked a mess.  Her hair was 
wet with sweat and matted to her forehead.  Her 
makeup and lipstick were smeared across her 
face.  I jumped up and opened the window to let 
her in.

"Oh my .... what happened to you?" I asked.  I 
glanced at the outfit she was wearing and 
thought to myself that she looked hotter than 
ever.  Her midriff was left exposed by a short 
loose-fitting tank top and I could see more of 
her legs than I'd ever seen while clothed due to 
the too-short skirt she was wearing.  She 
stumbled as she came through the window in her 
high-heeled white pumps.

"Oh honey.  I'm so glad to see you.  I am so 
RAW!" she gasped as she fell into my arms.  She 
kissed me hard and long ... almost vulgarly.  As 
her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, I could 
smell the powerful scent of sex all over her.  
As she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes 
with a sultry gaze.  "God, I love you," she 
purred, "Just the thought of you makes me sooooo 
happy."

"R-really?" I asked ... still surprised to hear 
such a beautiful girl saying such things to me.

"Of course, baby!" she giggled.  "I was thinking 
about you the whole way over here and getting so 
incredibly turned on."  She smiled and allowed 
her body to go limp as she fell lazily onto my 
bed -- face down.  "Now come over here and give 
me some of your special kind of lovin'," she 
gleefully commanded.

I watched in open mouth awe as she hoisted her 
perfect ass up into the air while laying her 
head down on the bed.  She wiggled her ass back 
and forth as she moved her knees out to the 
sides slightly.  Her lewd display quickly caused 
a hard-on to tent out my pajamas.

"Oh, honey.  I knew this would turn you on," she 
whispered as she looked back at my hardon.  "I 
just love how excited you get when I bring you a 
snatch full of cum."  Then she reached back and 
hoisted up her skirt over her ass to reveal the 
gooey mess that was her pussy.

Her swollen pussy-lips were red and blotchy.  
They were also apparently freshly shaven; they 
glistened with the thin glaze of jism that 
coated them.  The hair that still remained on 
her mound was matted and goopy with semen.  
Trails of cum ran down her thighs.  I knew 
immediately what was expected of me.

"Honey, I've been thinking about what's happened 
today, and ...." I started nervously, hoping to 
talk her out of her expectations.

"Oh, so have I!  God Damn, honey ... have I ever 
been thinking about it.  It's been such an 
AMAZING day.  I don't think I've ever been 
happier," she cooed.

"I ... I know you're happy, honey," I said as I 
got down on my knees behind her, "A-and ... let 
me assure you ... I WANT you to be happy ... but 
... it's this cum-eating thing that's got me 
thinking, baby.  I mean, here you want me to eat 
what will be the eighth cum load of the day and 
..."

"Well, eighth and ninth actually.  Malph's 
brother was home, too," she stated bluntly.  
"And of course I want you to eat it.  I want you 
to do whatever it is that makes you happy.  I'll 
make sure you get to suck semen out of my cunt 
every day, if that's what you want."

"No, that's not what I ... wait ... did you say 
Malph's brother?" I asked confusedly.

"Yes, his broth-- ... ohh, I'm sorry, baby.  I 
didn't tell you.  Mom drove me over to Malph's 
house so I could apologize to him."

"Apologize?  Why would ..."

"Baby?  I hate to interrupt, but you how I hate 
the feel of cum against my skin and there's 
quite a lot of it dripping down my thighs.  
Could you start with that, please?"

"But, I ..."

"Please, honey?!?" she purred.  "It feels so ... 
icky."

"I ..."

"Pleeeeeease!" she whined while waving her ass 
in the air insistently.

I could see that I wasn't going to get a word in 
until I did what she asked.  I heard her purr 
with delight as she felt my tongue press against 
her thigh and begin to lick upward along the cum-
trail, collecting the drained semen as it went.  
I finished cleaning up one thigh, but paused to 
ask my question before continuing to the next.

"What in heaven's name could you have to 
apologize to Malph for?"

"Oh, honey.  I had a long talk with my mother 
today after you left.  She explained to me how 
the cum that builds up in a young man's balls 
has such a powerful effect on his actions.  She 
said that's why Malph and his friends got so 
pushy and bossy today with me under the 
bleachers."

As she spoke, I cleaned the creamy rivulets from 
her other thigh, then paused to look closely at 
the remaining glaze that covered her well-
pounded snatch.  I knew considerably more semen 
lay inside waiting to be scooped out by my 
tongue.  "But, honey, I still don't get why you 
should apologize.  That just seems ..."

"Baby ... let me finish.  Besides, you've got 
better things to do with your tongue besides 
wagging it while you talk," she hinted with a 
giggle while wiggling her ass in my face.

She simply expected me to suck cum out of her 
pussy like it was the most natural thing in the 
world.  I'm not sure why, but all my reluctance 
on the matter had disappeared.  In fact, my dick 
was straining stongly against my pants as I sat 
with my face inches from her cum-filled cunt.  
Maybe it was simply the fact that I knew how 
happy it made her or maybe it was already 
becoming force of habit, but without hesitation 
I leaned in and pressed my face into the warm 
sliminess of her pussy lips and began to tongue 
her deeply, straining to reach the copious 
amounts of spermy white fluid within.

"Ohhhhhh yess, baby.  God, you make me so h-
happy.  But, anyway ... as I w-was saying.  Mom 
told me that it's the responsibility ... (wow, 
that feels good) ... of the w-women who enjoy 
and need sex as much as I do ... (suck it, baby) 
... to keep that b-bad cum from building up 
within their b-bodies.  If not for sluts like m-
me, those young men would end up h-harrassing 
girls who don't really want it."

"Honey!  You're (slurp) not a slut!  Don't 
(smack) talk about yourself that (gurgle) way!" 
I protested.

"Oh, you better believe I'm a slut, baby.  
That's why m-mom shaved my pussy today, so ... 
(wow, don't stop) ... all the b-boys would know 
it."

"Your own mother (slurp) shaved your pussy?" I 
asked in surprise.

"Yeah ... right before she d-drove me over to 
Malph's.  She w-waited while I apologized to him 
for not being a slut for him earlier."

As busy as I was scooping out globs of goopy 
jism from her gash, I almost missed what she 
said, but then the oddness of it struck me.  
"She really made you (lick) apologize and waited 
(slurp) in the car while he fucked you?" I asked.

"Well, she wasn't just going to l-leave me 
there, silly.  She's waiting in the c-car right 
now.  See, on the way over here, she told me ... 
(fuck, you're good at this!) ... how the two 
biggest problems for sluts like me are getting p-
pregnant too young and ... (ok, lie down on your 
back) ... never finding a g-good, caring man," 
she explained.

I dutifully rolled over and lay face up on the 
bed.  I felt the hard on I was sporting strain 
against my pants as I assumed the position I was 
coming to know all too well.

"There, now you can reach all that juicy cum."  
As she straddled my face and her slimy warmth 
covered my mouth, Tanya continued, "Anyway, 
that's why she thinks so highly of our 
relationship, baby ... by emptying my snatch of 
all that spermy mancream, you m-make everything 
p-perfect for m-me!"

Tanya's speech degraded into a series of moans 
as my tongue play began to bring on waves of 
orgasms.  As the combination of two men's cum 
and her own copious fluid drizzled down into my 
mouth, I thought about how Mrs. Kohmfetter had 
shaved her own daughter's pussy, then driven her 
to Malph's for what she know would turn into a 
good fucking, and then to my house to drain her 
sperm-filled pussy into my mouth.  In order to 
do all that, Mrs. K must be ... well, kinda ...

* * *

"Perverted.  Deliciously perverted," whispered 
Sasha Kohmfetter to herself as her hips twitched 
with remnant waves of orgasm.  Her legs were 
lewdly splayed out as she sat in the driver's 
seat of her car.  One leg was flung out over the 
gear shift.  One hand was holding her skimpy 
panties out of the way so the other could gain 
easy access to her now-swollen clit.

She had masturbated herself to orgasm three 
times already as she thought of the scene that 
must assuredly be developing inside little Bobby 
Cocker's bedroom right now.  By now, Tanya would 
have her drooling pussy positioned over Bobby's 
face.  Rivulets of gooey cum would be drizzling 
into Bobby's waiting mouth.  She imagined 
Bobby's cute little pecker stiffening as he 
tasted the salty flavor of other men's semen.

Sasha's fingers began dancing over her clit as 
she brought herself to yet another orgasm.  Her 
panties were literally soaked with her own 
juices.

Oh my, she thought, I'm certainly going to have 
to go out and find some good cock tonite.  And 
then some good tongue.  Bob Cocker isn't going 
to be the only young man in this town who'll be 
eating fresh creampie tonite, that's for sure.

Sasha mentally flipped through her selection of 
available cocks and loving mouths, searching for 
the combination that would suit her mood tonite. 
 The obvious choice for tonight's cuntlicker was 
the Hunsacker boy down the street.  He had an 
amazing tongue and demonstrated an eagerness for 
cumsucking that surprised even Sasha.

Karen Hunsacker wonders why her boy Deke hasn't 
moved out on his own after graduating from high 
school last year, she thought to herself.  Deke 
won't be doing that anytime soon -- that would 
deprive him of the pleasure he gets from lapping 
load after load of jism from my drooling cunt.

Sasha's fingers began massaging her clit again 
as she thought back on the many afternoons that 
Deke had been called over to do "odd jobs".  She 
took especially perverse pleasure in calling 
Karen and having her send Deke over to perform 
his duties.

"I just need some help cleaning out some places 
I can't reach on my own, Karen.  Would you mind 
sending that nice young son of yours over to 
help out?  I'll even make sure he doesn't go 
home hungry," whispered Sasha to herself with a 
gleeful giggle.  Her pussy began to tingle at 
the sheer dirtiness of Deke's own mother sending 
him off to eat sperm from that "nice neighbor 
lady's" slippery cunt.  And after watching her 
own daughter feed young Bobby a load of cum, 
Sasha was feeling very dirty indeed.

She'd thought of grooming young Deke for Tanya 
when the time was right, but Tanya was obviously 
way ahead of her.  From the looks of things, 
Bobby was going to develop into a world class 
cumsucker.  He'd make a fine husband for Tanya --
 taking care of all her needs including 
vacuuming her pussy of all the sticky cream 
she'd have deposited there by her future lovers.

Shaha sighed to herself as she thought of all 
the blissful years of cunt lapping her daughter 
had ahead of her.  She wistfully thought back 
upon her own youth and wished she'd taken her 
mother's advice.  While she'd never been lacking 
for a warm mouth to drain her cumfilled pussy 
into, Sasha had never experienced the pure joy 
of having a cumsucking husband waiting at home 
for her every night.

Sasha had gone against all the traditions of the 
Kohmfetter women of generations past -- to find 
a quiet wimp of a cumsucker for a husband.  
She'd tried to go for it all; she'd married 
Teague Eucher, the high school quarterback who's 
unlikely moniker and appetite for pussy had long 
ago given him the nickname "Eager Teaguer".  
Teague was a big, good looking, athlete with a 
winning smile and a long, thick cock that could 
play her like a fiddle.  But it wasn't meant to 
be.

Before they married, Sasha's mother had 
introduced her to the joys of having her semen-
filled gash licked clean by a willing young man. 
 But she wasn't satisfied with the idea of 
marrying a cumsucking wimp.  She wanted what the 
other girls wanted -- a big handsome stud.  And 
Teague fit the bill perfectly.  However, a stud 
like Teague came with a price.

Like any woman who's had her goopy snatch lapped 
clean by a young man's soft tongue, Sasha was 
firmly addicted to the idea.  Teague would never 
do such a thing himself, of course, so Sasha had 
to go elsewhere to obtain her ultimate pleasure. 

Things had gone rather smoothly for the first 
few years of their marriage.  Teague's regular 
shifts at the steel plant gave her plenty of 
time to arrange a schedule of cumsuckers.  She 
would wake Teague up every weekday morning by 
stroking his cock to hardness, then ride him 
till he filled her with his thick cum.  Nearly 
ever weekday morning, she had a regular source 
for a good pussy vacuuming.  The milkman, the 
paperboy, a few of the nieghborhood wusses ... 
she had a knack for finding men willing to bury 
their faces in sticky gash.

Thinking back, Sasha figured that her biggest 
mistake was trying to keep her 'habit' a secret 
from Teague.  The biggest fight of their 
marriage came when Tanya was 2 yrs old.  A power 
failure at the mill meant that everyone was sent 
home early.  Teague walked in on Sasha as she 
was straddling the face of the insurance agent 
she'd called over for a 'consultation'.

In the argument that followed, Sasha tearfully 
explained her 'addiction'.  The bruise to 
Teague's male ego was considerably soothed when 
she told him that none of her cumsuckers ever 
touched her pussy with anything but their 
tongues.  The fact that only his was the only 
cock that ever plunged its way into her depths 
made him feel much better.  He let the insurance 
agent go with only a few small bruises on his 
throat and he and Sasha had a long talk.

At first, Teague seemed to accept the idea -- he 
actually gained some perverse pleasure from the 
concept.  As she pointed out to him, if some 
sissy-boy wanted to suck his cock cream out of 
his wife's snatch ... and if it made her happy, 
what was the big deal?

The months that followed were the happiest Sasha 
could remember.  She had a big, handsome man of 
a husband who fucked her long and hard every 
night and a small stable of willing mouths into 
which she could dump his copious loads of cum 
... along with her orgasmic juices.  Where she 
used to have to sneak off after Teague fell 
asleep, she would now brazenly grab her purse & 
keys and head off to find a pretty-boy face to 
straddle.  It was absolute bliss.

Her heaven was torn assunder when Teague 
suddenly left.  One night after a particularly 
long and passionate fuck session, she'd gone off 
to have her cunt cleaned, only to come home to 
an empty house.  Apparently, he'd been packing 
up a few things under her nose for weeks.  The 
only thing she found was a note that simply 
said, "I can't do this anymore."

Beyond those words, Teague refused to talk to 
her at any length.  They quietly divorced and 
Sasha went to the difficult task of raising 
Tanya on her own.  Except for the checks that 
arrived promptly each month, Teague was a non-
factor in their lives.  She never really found 
out why he left.  And she didn't care anymore; 
her anger at him for making her raise Tanya on 
her own now eclipsed any other feelings she 
might still have for him.

It certainly wasn't easy raising a little girl 
by herself.  When she was married to Teague, the 
money didn't exactly flow like water, but things 
were especially tough in the first few years.  
Between working lousy jobs and going to night 
school, there wasn't a lot of time for Tanya.  
But she'd done it; Tanya had developed into a 
bright, beautiful young woman.  And there was no 
way she was going to let Tanya repeat her 
mistakes.

She was going to make sure that the same thing 
didn't happen to Tanya.  Which was why lil' 
Bobby was perfect for her.  The moment she met 
him, she knew he was a cumsucker in the making.  
And the boy was progressing incredibly rapidly.

"My little girl will turn him into a world class 
cocksucker in no time," she whispered to 
herself.  The thought of Bobby's cute cocksucker 
lips wrapped around a piece of man-meat 
moistened her pussy all the more.  Her fingers 
returned to her clit and her mind returned to 
thoughts of getting her own pussy filled and 
then emptied later that night.

Suddenly, a loud moan escaped her lips as her 
hips heaved wildly in orgasm.  The most 
deliciously perverted thought had just "come" to 
her.  She decided that the perfect source for a 
load of sweet cum to feed to Deke Hunsacker ... 
was Dave Hunsacker himself -- Deke's father.  
The dirty old bastard had been chasing her skirt 
for months now, but she'd been saving him for a 
special occasion.  If her own daughter's 
acquisition of a beautiful little cumsucker of 
her own wasn't cause for celebration, what was?

She knew that Dave would be out working in the 
garage tonite -- she'd heard the wood saw 
running often enough this week to know his 
schedule.  While Karen sat inside watching 
sitcoms, she'd get her snatch pumped full of cum 
by her husband, then slip around to the back 
bedroom to have it emptied again by little Deke.

As her latest orgasm subsided, she stroked 
herself and whispered, "Oh, Deke.  I know you're 
already addicted to cum, but once I start 
feeding you your own father's semen, you'll be a 
cumsucker forever."
  
--

"Ungh!" grunted Tonya as the head of my dick 
popped into her tightly puckered asshole.  I 
stared in disbelief at the long dirty-blonde 
hair that cascaded down over her back as she 
tilted her head back.  I was lying on the bed as 
she staddled my dick while facing away from me.  
This position gave her absolute control over how 
much of me to take up her asshole and gave me an 
incredible view of her near-perfect asscheeks as 
she slowly lowered herself downward.

"Wow," I whispered, in awe at the sight before 
me.

"Wow is right, baby," she moaned back.  "I l-
love how this feels.  The s-stretching feeling 
is incredible."

"D-does it hurt at all?" I stammered out.

"Just a little bit.  I sure am glad Mom gave me 
that lubricant." She pushed back with her hips 
and lowered herself just a little more onto my 
dick; it was almost halfway in.  "She had a g-
good idea about starting out with your little 
pecker."

A bit perturbed about yet another comment 
regarding the size of my dick, I replied 
sarcastically, "My 'little pecker' seems to be 
filling your tight ass just fine."  To 
accentuate the point, I bucked my hips up just a 
little and my dick slid in past the halfway 
point.

"Oooh," she moaned, "That's right ... even 
though it's just your tiny prick, the t-
tightness means I can feel every little twitch, 
babe."  She totally ignored my sarcasm as she 
started to rock back and forth, getting up a 
little rythym as she got fucked in the ass for 
the first time.  I'd had just about enough of 
these comments -- my dick wasn't THAT small.  It 
was pretty average, I figured.  I decided I'd 
show her; I pushed upward and buried my prick in 
her ass up to the hilt.  'How's THAT for small, 
huh babe?', I thought silently.

"OH!  Th-that's it, b-baby.  F-fill that ass.  S-
stretch it ouuuuuut," she groaned.  That was 
what I wanted to hear.  Finally I was getting to 
do what so many others had aleady done that day -
- fuck my girlfriend.  And I was fucking her in 
the ass.  I felt like I was on top of the world. 
 Even though I'd cum twice already that day, 
hearing her groan while her sphincter rode my 
dick was driving me crazy.  That and the feeling 
of her tight ring sliding up and down me was 
getting to be too much -- I knew I wouldn't last 
long.

"This f-feels really good, honey," she purred.  
"It doesn't hurt at all anymore n-now that it's 
s-stretched out some.  Soon I'll be ready to 
take a big c-cock like Malph's up there.  Oh, 
thank you, honey.  Thank you for s-stretching 
out my ass for him.  It's gonna feel s-so good 
when he fucks my ass."  She started riding up 
and down the full length of my shaft

I was speechless.  I couldn't believe she was 
talking about fucking another guy with my dick 
inside her.  Feeling a bit angry again, I 
started pushing upward with my hips as she rode 
downward -- hoping that the increased fucking 
action would get her to stop talking about Malph 
before I spurt my cum.

"Oh, wow ...  I can really feel your little d-
dick twitching, babe.  I can only imagine what 
it will feel like when Malph's cock bucks and j-
jumps while filling my ... guts with his 
...thick ... cum."  She was obviously 
fantasizing about Malph as she rode down on my 
dick harder and harder.

"Do we have to talk about Malph right now?" I 
asked, unable to keep an angry edge out of my 
voice.

"Oh, I'm s-sorry, babe," she replied, not 
slowing down in the least.  "I imagine you're 
excited enough as it is taking my ass-cherry.  I 
guess it's not fair of me to turn you on more by 
making you think of Malph's cum."

"Now, I ..." I started to protest.


"Forget about it, baby.  Just lie back.  I want 
to try something.  Tell me if you think this 
will excite Mal- ... I mean, just tell me if you 
think this is sexy."  While still riding her 
puckered hole up and down my prick, she bent at 
the waist and leaned all the way forward, 
pressing her face to my feet.  At the same time, 
she reached back with both hands on either side 
and pulled apart her asscheeks.

"Oh my fucking god," I mumbled trying not to 
look at the stunning sight of my dick 
penetrating her spread ass.

"Do you like that?  Do you think it's sex--"

"Uuunngh!" I grunted as my eyes rolled back into 
my head, an orgasmic wave spread over me, and I 
blew my load into her asshole.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," she 
replied blandly as she took the last few strokes 
on my deflating cock.

As I lay on the bed enjoying the orgasm, I felt 
the head of my dick pop out of her asshole.  It 
took a few seconds of feeling the weight 
shifting on the bed for me to realize what was 
happening, but when I opened my eyes I pretty 
much expected what I saw -- she had scooted back 
on the bed and positioned her dripping ass right 
over my face.

"Open wide, baby.  I've got your treat for you," 
she giggled.

"I -- mmmppph," her ass pressed onto my face.

"I know, baby.  When you started licking my ass 
eariler today, baby, I knew that you wished it 
was full of sperm for you to suck out.  It makes 
me so happy to give you what you want," she 
cooed.

It was impossible to think of what to say or do 
in my post-orgasmic haze.  It was bad enough 
that she thought I enjoyed eating cum from her 
pussy, but to have it squeezing from her ass 
into my mouth?

"My asshole is still pretty sensitive, baby.  I 
guess you're waiting for the cum to drip out on 
it's own, but if you start licking now you might 
make me cum.  I was really close when you 
spurted.  It's only fair, y'know."

As I felt the drops of cum begin to drip onto my 
lips, my mouth just sort of opened ... as if it 
had a mind of it's own.  My tongue reached out 
and began licking the stretched flesh of her 
asshole, probing inside the now-shrinking 
sphincter to scoop out my own semen within.  I 
was doing as she asked.  I knew I would always 
do as she asked. 

As I licked her ass and pussy and listened to 
the orgasmic pleasure contained within her 
moans, I could foresee this scene repeating 
itself again and again.  This was what made her 
happy.  I loved her and if I wanted to be with 
her, I'd have to do what made her happy.  Wasn't 
that what love was all about?  Making someone 
happy?

But I was still having trouble with the idea of 
eating cum.  Eating my own was bad enough, but 
Tanya seemed intent on being a slut for Malph 
and his friends.  As her orgasms subsided once 
again, the conflicting ideas swirled in my head -
- the joy of making her happy vs the bitter 
taste in my mouth (figurative and literal) of 
having to share her.

"Oh baby, your tongue in my jism-soaked ass 
feels so much better than your little pecker.  
It's better than any real cock could ever be, 
too.  Only you can make me cum this way, baby.  
Only you."

Hearing that, some part of me was actually ... 
proud.

After a final quiver and post orgasmic moan, 
Tanya spun around atop me and straddled my 
belly.  She looked down at me and the look on 
her face changed from a that of pure wicked 
excitement to one of ... tenderness.

"Ohhhhhh, baby.  You look soooo incredibly sexy 
with cum on your lips," she purred with an 
adoring gaze.  She bent down and pressed her 
nose to mine and looked me straight in the eye.  
A joyful giggle escaped the wide, playful grin 
that formed on her face.  She was absolutely 
overjoyed.  I'd never seen her so happy.  I 
couldn't help but smile back at her.  She was 
... irresistible.

She planted her lips against mine and gave me a 
long, loving, heavy-on-the-tongue kiss.  She 
pulled back slightly, then used her tongue to 
guide errant globs of cum from my face into my 
mouth then returned to the deep french kiss, 
stopping only after several minutes before 
breaking.

"Oh wow, baby ... I absolutely love kissing you 
with cum in your mouth.  That way I get to enjoy 
the taste just like you do, but without having 
to worry about the icky slimy way it feels in my 
mouth.  You'll always let me kiss you after you 
suck down a load of sperm, right babe?"

"Uhh ... ok, but ..."

"That's my baby!" she squealed delightedly.  She 
pressed her nose against mine again in a playful 
gesture, then scooted down on the bed to lay her 
head on my chest.  Her fingers lazily traced a 
pattern on my belly as her breathing slowed.  At 
the moment, feeling her naked body next to mine 
was the best feelig in the world.

"This has been the best day of my life, baby.  I 
just wanted you to know that," she said, her 
voice sounding as loving and tender as I'd ever 
heard it, "We learned so much about ourselves 
and each other today.  Could you ever have 
expected that the day would turn out like this?"

"No ... never," I answered quite honestly as I 
realized I was swallowing the remnants of my 
tenth load of semen that day.

She squeezed my body tightly and squealed, 
"Happy Birthday, baby!  Wow, it's been some 
birthday for you, huh?  You were expecting just 
a little sucky-sucky action from me under the 
bleachers and you ended up getting blowjobs from 
two different women and got to fuck my virgin 
asshole!"

She had a point.  Not many guys got that kind of 
action in a single day, but the bitterness of 
the semen I'd swallowed was sitll -- literally --
 fresh in my mouth.  I sarcastically replied, 
"Well,hon ... I ended up swallowing my own cum 
each time along with that of several strange 
men, so ..."

Tanya turned to look me in the eye, obviously 
happy and excited.  "I know, honey!  And that's 
the BEST part!  If it weren't for what happened 
today, we might never have found out how much 
you love eating sperm!" she interrupted, totally 
ignoring my sarcasm.

"Who said that I 'loved' it?" I asked.

She grabbed hold of my now-limp dick and grinned 
at me as she shook it playfully, "Why your hard 
little pecker did, silly!  I don't think I've 
ever seen a little dickie get so hard.  I 
thought it was going to burst!  As those globs 
of gooey mancream slid out of my pussy into your 
waiting mouth, I almost thought it was going to 
cum all by itself!"

I was tiring of her misconception about my 
supposed 'love' of something that most people 
would consider revolting.  My dick got hard 
because of her perfect body orgasming atop my 
face, not because of the cum I was eating.  Just 
because I was getting used to the taste and 
texture didn't mean that I loved it.  I decided 
to set the record straight right then and there.

"Listen, honey, I ..."

She cut me off with a finger over my lips and
climbed up on top of me, straddling my chest.
Her long hair cascaded around my head as she
leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
In the dim light, her beauty alone was enough
to silence me.  "No, wait.  Before you say
anything, I ... I just want to tell you how
much what we've learned today means to me.
What it really means to me."  She paused to
wipe a tear from her eye.

"Are ... are you crying?"

"No.  *sniff*  I mean, yes.  It's just ...
I'm just so happy to have you, Bobby," she
said, her voice cracking.

"Oh, Tanya.  I've always thought I was really
lucky to have you as my girl, too," I agreed.

"I know, Bobby.  And that's really sweet.
You're a sweet, kind person. But after today,
I know that you're more than that to me.  See,
I guess I've always known that I'm a slut at
heart.  It's just been under the surface,
waiting to come out.  And Mom's always told me
what happens to sluts ... that they always end
up sad and alone and pregnant ... and that they
never find a good husband.  But I can tell
you'll be a good husband, Bob Cocker.  A great
husband. And knowing that you'll be there for
me makes me so, so happy."

"Husband?  You ... you want to get married?" I
stammered, suddenly feeling overjoyed and
confused at the same time.

"And knowing I've got you to slurp all that
baby-making sperm out of my pussy ... well ...
it's frees me, Bobby.  I'm free to be the slut
I am without having to worry about all those bad
things my mom told me about."

"But .."

"And the BEST part is the fact that it turns you
on, too!  Seeing that hard little prick of yours
ready to explode as you empty out my semen-filled
snatch .... it's just makes me so *sniff*
incredibly happy!  It makes me love you so much."

"Oh, honey .." I croaked, feeling a few tears of
my own begin to well up.  How could I ever tell
her I didn't really like it the way she thought I
did? How could I disappoint her?

"It makes me feel 'complete', Bobby.  I'm going
to remember this day forever.  It's the day I
really, truly fell in love."

"I ... I love you, too Tanya," I whispered,
tears brimming in my eyes.

"Promise me, Bobby.  Promise me it will always 
be like it was today.  Promise me I'll feel like 
I feel right now," she begged, tears streaming 
down her face.

"I'd do anything for you, Tanya.  Anything.  I 
promise.  I'll be everything you want me to be," 
I replied.  The final walls had fallen.  My fate
was sealed.  Sealed with a cum-soaked kiss.

As she threw her arms around me and sobbed with 
joy, part of me truly wondered what I'd gotten 
myself in to.



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