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 four of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Rightful Place
     by AKA


The next morning at school, I'd almost forgotten 
how much my life had changed the day before.  As 
Tanya greeted me in the schoolyard that morning 
with a deep and lusty kiss, my joy at having her 
love returned.  She stood there in front of 
everybody with her arms draped around my neck 
while I stood there grinning in stunned silence. 
 I felt like the coolest kid in school.

"Good morning, baby," she purred, her hands 
wandering over my chest.  "You're coming over to 
my house this afternoon, right?"

We were always walking around the schoolyard 
together, but she'd never made such obivous 
romantic moves toward me.  I felt on top of the 
world.  Here was the prettiest girl in school 
practically crawling all over me.  I wanted to 
shout out to everyone to look at me.  Look at me 
with my girlfriend.  She's all mine.

"Of ... of course," I stammered happily.  She 
was impossible to resist.

"Wonderful!  I'll see you after school," she 
squealed.  She wrapped herself tightly around me 
and whispered in my ear, "I've been soooo wet 
all morning thinking about being with you again, 
baby.  About how incredible you make me feel.  
Only you."

I grinned goofily.  The press of her body 
against mine and her sultry tone quickly caused 
my pants to tent out as a burgeoning boner 
strained against the fabric.  She giggled as she 
felt it against her leg.

"Oooh," she whispered, "either that's a roll of 
Certs in your pocket .... or you're just as 
eager as I am to get that tongue of yours 
lapping loads of spermy residue from between my 
thighs."  A giggle escaped her lips as she 
copped a feel of my hardon through my pants.

My eyes shot wide open.  Dammit ... how did she 
do that?!  How did she manage to interpret every 
reaction of mine to her inate sexiness as an 
eagerness to eat other men's cum?  My mind 
screamed as I tried to find the words to 
disagree with her.  But then, of course, the 
schoolbell rang.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.  "Gotta get to class.  Meet 
me over at my house after school, ok?" she said 
quickly, skipping off toward the front door.  
"Oh ... and make sure you're hungry baby!  
You're going to get plenty of ..." she looked 
around as if noticing for the first time that 
there were other people around, "... your 
'favorite treat'!"

With that, she joined a group of letter-jacket 
wearing jocks headed into the school.  I saw 
Malph Ludder glance over his shoulder at me with 
a leer as his hand slid up her leg and squeezed 
her ass.  She squealed with delight as she 
playfully slapped his hand away and pulled down 
her too-short skirt.  I stood there dejected as 
the group disappeared through the front door of 
the school ... and praying that no one else 
understood exactly what she'd meant by her 
parting words.

I no longer felt like the coolest kid in school, 
that was for sure.  I felt as if everyone was 
staring at me.

And as the schoolyard quickly emptied, my mind 
raced back over her words.

"Certs??!"

* * *

I don't know why I waited in the parking lot 
after school, but for some reason ... if only 
out of morbid fascination ... I sat in my car 
and watched as Tanya climbed into the back of 
Malph's van with two muscle bound jocks.  She 
spotted me and gave me a playful, fingery wave.  
She even blew me a kiss as the door slid shut.  
My heart sank as Malph drove out of the parking 
lot to who knows where.

The beefy bastard even honked and waved to me as 
he drove off.  I know he got a real kick out of 
being able to fuck my girlfriend at a whim, but 
we all knew there was nothing I could do about 
it.  Especially since Tanya went along with it 
so gleefully.  I could only hope that she didn't 
tell him about what happened after they were 
done as readily as she'd told her mother.

I absent mindedly drove to Tanya's house and 
parked on the street out front.  Some part of me 
wanted to just go home ... to run away and never 
speak to her again.  But then I remembered the 
look on her face when she told me she loved me.  
I knew what waited for me when she got back from 
her ride with Malph.  I drew a deep breath and 
steeled myself for what lie ahead.  I loved 
Tanya.  I'd promised her and myself that I'd do 
whatever it took to keep her happy ... and this 
was part of the bargain.  I decided to sit and 
wait.  After about an hour, I heard footsteps 
outside my car.

"Knock knock", said the voice outside my car 
window.  It was Tanya's mom.  I rolled down the 
window.

"Bobby, there's no reason for you to sit outside 
while you wait for Tanya.  Why don't you come 
inside and I'll see if I can dig up a snack for 
you."

I followed her inside ... a little surprised 
that she didn't expect to find Tanya with me.

"I've got a whole kitchen full of snacks for a 
boy like you, Bobby.  How about a nice frothy 
vanilla milkshake?  I can even stir in some egg 
whites for texture."

"No, it's OK.  I don't --"

"Some beef sausage then?  I've got some thick 
meaty ones."

"I --"

"Custard pie?"

"It's ok, really."

"Kielbasa?  Rice pudding?  Banana?  Cucumber 
soup?"

"No ... really, Mrs. K.  I don't want anything 
right now."

"Ah ... ok, Bobby.  I see.  You'd rather wait 
for the real thing when Tanya gets home.  No 
problem," she said with a pat on my head.

Confused, I almost started to question her when 
we heard the squeal of tires out front.

"Oh!  That must be my darling daughter now," she 
said, moving toward the front door.

Tanya came through the front door, looking an 
absolute mess.  She was carrying one highheeled 
shoe.  And her bra.  Her dress was half unzipped 
and one strap was off her shoulder.  Her bright 
red lipstick was smeared and her hair matted to 
her sweaty brow.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho my, Tanya.  You look like you were 
rode hard and put away wet," she chuckled, 
"which of course you were."

"You bet yer ass I was, Mom.  This is so great.  
I'm soooo glad you convinced me to be a slut," 
my Tanya said frankly as her mother helped her 
across the room.

"Ohh, I'm so happy for you.  I always knew it 
would happen for you someday, dear.  I can tell 
you're exhausted, though.  Until you're used to 
it, getting gangfucked can be a rough 
experience.  Here, hon ... let's get you down on 
the couch."

I watched in awe as this woman spoke happily and 
frankly to her daughter about being fucked by a 
group of young men.  I stared silently as she 
guided Tanya over to the couch.  Tanya plopped 
down onto the couch, then scooted her hips to 
the very edge of the seat.  She leaned back so 
that her head rested against the couch back then 
lifted her legs and hooked her arms under her 
knees.  She wasn't wearing any panties.

"I know what you mean, Mom.  My pussy feels like 
raw hamburger."

It looked that way, too -- red, swollen, and 
obviously well stretched.  A familiar sheen was 
glazed over her pussy and upper thighs.

"Well, dear ... that's why it's so great that 
you have Bobby to help you with that," said Mrs 
K as she placed a pillow on the floor between 
her outstretched knees.

"I know.  It's the best part about being a slut -
- knowing that Bobby will be here waiting for 
me."

Although both women had been talking as if I 
wasn't even there, they now turned and stared at 
me ... expectantly.  I knew what they were 
waiting for.  Without really thinking about it 
any further, I got up from my seat, walked to 
the couch, and knelt down on the pillow.  Tanya 
grinned at me happily as she watched my head 
descend between her thighs.  As soon as my 
tongue took its first tentative lick, she 
continued.

"I know it sounds weird, Mom, but even as those 
big, thick cocks are ramming into my pussy and 
spurting their gooey cum, the only thing I can 
think of is how great Bobby's tongue will feel 
licking it out."

"That's not hard to believe, dear," said Mrs K 
as she stroked the back of my head, "Bobby here 
has obviously got a real natural talent for 
cumsucking.  It's only natural that you should 
want to take advantage of it by getting your 
pussy filled with as much of it as possible."  
With that, she pressed the back of my head into 
Tanya's crotch.  My entire face was immersed in 
the warmth of her flesh and the stickiness of 
several men's ejaculations ... as Tanya cooed 
with delight.

"Oooh, that tongue feels so GOOD!" she moaned.  
"Thank goodness Bobby has a long tongue to reach 
all the way up inside.  I swear, there's enough 
of those spermy wigglers in me right now to 
breed an army.  If it weren't for Bobby, I think 
I'd get pregnant for sure!"

"But he's here now, honey -- doing his job.  
He's not the type to let that happen to you," 
Mrs K said with a pat to the back of my head.  
"Now, young lady, tell me all about .... say ... 
where are those thong panties I sent you to 
school in?"

Tanya's breathing changed as my licking began to 
have an effect on her. "Th-they're s-s-somewhere 
in Malph's v-van, I guess."

"Well, young lady, if you're not going to take 
care of them, I don't think you should wear 
panties at all."

"S-sounds good to m-me, Mom," Tanya purred.  
"Now, do y-you w-want to hear about how I got f-
f-fucked t-today or not?"

"Of course, dear.  Tell me everything," said Mrs 
K as she continued to stroke the back of my head 
and press my face downward, "Did any of them 
fuck you in the ass?"

"C-c'mon, Mom, I've only been a s-s-slut for a 
day.  Y-you know that I've only had Bobby's 
little p-pecker up m-my ass so far.  But a-after 
Bobby gets his dick all hard from eating jism, 
I'd l-like to t-try taking it up the butt again, 
o-k-kay Mom?"

"Well, that's up to you, dear.  You're the slut. 
 But I must admit -- even though Bobby's dickie 
won't put on much of an assfucking show -- I 
would like to watch him suck the cum out of your 
ass.  I can only imagine how sexy that will 
look."

"N-no problem, mom.  Bobby likes licking my cum-
f-f-filled ass j-just as much as he enjoys 
slurping sperm f-from my cunt."

"Is that right?" asked Mrs. Kohmfetter.  I 
thought for a second that she was actually 
speaking directly to me for the first time since 
Tanya got home, but then she continued.  "I knew 
he'd make a first class spermy ass-licker as 
well as champion cummy cunt-lapper.  As soon 
he's done cleaning out of your pussy, we'll get 
him to fill up your ass, ok?"

"I don't know a-about 'fill', Mom.  He doesn't 
sh-shoot v-very much.  But it'll b-be enough for 
y-you to watch ooze into his mouth."

"I'm sure it will be plenty, dear.  I can hardly 
wait," said Mrs. K.  "And I bet Bobby here can 
hardly wait until you're stretched enough to 
take some real cock up your ass.  I'm sure that 
eating his own cum from there must be somewhat 
like trying to tickle himself -- not nearly as 
satisfying as the real thing."

"And d-don't w-worry about ... (oh yes!) ... 
that, M-mom.  Every g-guy ... (hunhhh) ... in 
the b-back of that v-van wanted to f-fuck my 
ass.  I'll b-be bringing h-home ... (fuck, yeah) 
... plenty of buttloads of c-cum for Bobby to s-
suck out."

I could tell by her faltering speech and 
convulsing thighs that Tanya was about to 
orgasm.  I put any reluctance I might have had 
regarding their plans for me out of my mind and 
concentrated on making my Tanya happy.

"I'm cumming, Mom.  Ohhhhhh-ohhhhh-ohmigod.  
Only B-bobby c-can make me cum this way.  God, I 
l-love him!"

Her thighs clamped tightly around my head and I 
felt the muscles of her pussy tighten against my 
tongue.  The spasming caused another huge 
mouthful of slimy white semen to push it's way 
into my mouth.  I swallowed it easily and 
continued probing her with my tongue.  All 
semblance of revulsion at what I was doing had 
disappeared.  I simply focused my mind on the 
fact that it was me that was making her feel 
this way.  She'd said it herself -- only I could 
make her cum this way.  Only I could make her 
feel this way.  She loved me -- that was all 
that was important.  It didn't matter if I had 
to swallow all the cum in the world.

* * *

Of course, Tonya's mom got her wish -- I later 
ate my own cum out of Tanya's ass.  I was 
basically putty in the hands of these two women 
and they were quickly forming me into something 
which I'd never dreamed of being only a day 
before. I'd spent many an afternoon over at 
Tanya's house, but this was the second day in a 
row that I found myself driving home with the 
musky taste of semen permeating my mouth.  I 
figured it wouldn't be the last.

Although I'd basically accepted my new role in 
Tanya's life, I did hope to have at least some 
say in what was going on.  The next morning at 
school, I explained to Tanya how odd I'd felt 
watching her drive off in Malph Ludder's van.  
To my surprise, she quickly promised that I 
could certainly expect a different scene that 
afternoon.  Sure enough, after school she came 
right over to my car after school ... but she 
came over to the driver's side door.  I rolled 
down the window to hear her.

"Ok, honey ... I'll be back in just a little 
bit, ok?  I understand how you want to be close 
to me while I get gangbanged, but I don't think 
Malph and the boys would be comfortable with you 
watching."

I stared at her in disbelief as I realized just 
how completely she'd misunderstood me.  Seeing 
my expression, she continued, "Oh don't worry, 
baby ... I know you're disappointed, but I've 
convinced Malph to stay here in the parking lot, 
so you can sit here and watch the van until I'm 
done, ok?"

With that, she skipped happily across the 
parking lot and climbed into the back of the van 
again.  This time it stayed put in the school 
parking lot. ... and started swaying back and 
forth a few minutes later.  A small group of 
football jocks lined up outside, occasionally 
pointing and smiling at me as I sat and waited 
in my car.

* * *

"Thank you so much for waiting for me, honey," 
she cooed huskily as she climbed in the car an 
hour later.  "It's so nice of you not to make 
Malph drive so far out of his way to take me 
home."  I thought about the fact that 'out of 
the way' was about 3 blocks as she scooted 
forward in the front seat and propped her legs 
up on the dashboard, waving her hands under her 
thighs to fan air against her obviously 
overheated pussy.

I started the car and pulled out of the parking 
lot, eager to get away from the stares of her 
'friends'.  I noticed her odd 'legs-up' position 
and commented, "Y'know, I think you'd have less 
chance of getting pregnant if you sat up and let 
some of that ... uh ... well, it might have a 
chance to drain if you--"

"Oh, and the boys were all talking about you 
today," she beamed, totally ignoring my 
suggestion.

"Th-they were?" I stammered nervously.  I sat 
horrified; I could only imagine how they'd made 
fun of me.  I wasn't exactly popular with the 
jock crowd.  "Wh-what did they say?"

"Honey, they're so sweet.  They've all got 
tremendous respect for you.  They all agree that 
they could never do what you do for me."

" ... what I do for ... " I repeated.  Oh no, 
she wouldn't tell them ... no.  No way.  She 
wouldn't think of ... "Honey, you didn't tell 
them tha--"

"I mean," she continued, ignoring my horrified 
look, "they all know they're not mature enough 
to be daddies at this point in their lives.  
They think it's fantastic that they don't need 
to worry about that with you around?"

"You mean ... you mean, they know?" I asked, 
panicking that everyone might know about our 
particular method of 'birth control'.  God, I 
could just hear them all howling with laughter.

"Of course they know, silly.  Everyone knows 
that I'm your girl.  I make it perfectly clear 
to everyone that you're going to be my man 
forever ... even if I do get pregnant by someone 
else.  They think it's incredible of you to be 
so understanding of my inherent sluttiness."

I was silenced in a combination of relief that 
our 'secret' was still safe and shock that Tanya 
had so eagerly volunteered me to be a daddy to 
the child of another man.

"But we sure don't need to worry about that, do 
we?" she continued with a huge smile on her 
face.  "Not with the way you suck cum.  Not with 
that long probing tongue of yours making sure 
you lap up and gobble down every one of those 
strong swimming little spermies," she said while 
snubbing my nose with her finger in an 
affectionate move.

I was beginning to get nervous again about 
exactly what she'd told them.  "Honey ... just 
to clarify.  Y-you ... you didn't tell them 
about ... uh ... about--"

"About how you press your face into my warm, 
gooey, freshly fucked gash and use your tongue 
to scoop out all that goopy, spermy white cum?" 
she asked, her innocent questioning gaze in 
total opposition to the vulgar words she was 
speaking.

I winced at her frank language.  "Yeah.  That."

"Well, no dear.  I didn't.  It didn't really 
come up.  But I don't see what the big deal is.  
Is there some reason that you wouldn't want me 
to tell them?"

I almost screamed, but tried to hold my 
composure.  "Honey, I ... please ... you've got 
to understand.  Those ... 'friends' of yours 
have been picking on me since the 6th grade.  
They always push me around and call me names 
like geek, nerd, queer, faggot ... stuff like 
that.  If they knew that I was --"

"OOH!  That makes me sooo mad!!" she fumed, 
surprising me with her outburst.  "You are NOT 
queer!  You're my BOYFRIEND for Pete's sake!  
That's just ... OOH!"

I swelled a little inside at her vigorous 
defense.

But then she continued.  "Now 'faggot' I could 
understand.  Sure.  A faggot is someone who eats 
cum, so you could say that someone who eats as 
much cum as you do is a faggot, but --"

"HONEY!" I cried out, shocked at what she was 
saying, almost losing control of the car in my 
shock.

" -- but 'queer'?  No way!  That would mean that 
you're a homo.  A gay-boy.  Some limp-wristed 
pansy who runs around looking for some sperm to 
swallow.  And that's just not a fair description 
of you.  That's not how is it with you, right?"

"No way!  Of COURSE not!" I practically screamed.

"That's right.  All the semen-sucking you do is 
out of love for me -- a woman.  You've shown 
that.  Over and over.  You're certainly not a 
homo."

"Exactly!"

Just a perfectly normal, completely 
heterosexual, sperm-gobbling faggot."

"R-right!" I agreed, then realized exactly what 
she'd said.  "No ... wait.  Stop that!" I 
protested, "I'm not a faggot!"

"Of course you are, baby ... the way I define 
it.  I mean, what else would you call someone 
who's sucked down over a dozen ball-loads of 
jism in only two days?"

"Tanya, stop!  You're making it sound like I'm a 
homo!"

"But you're NOT a homo!" she said definitively.  
"We've been over this!"

"I know!  So don't call me a 'faggot'!"

"But baby, that's different!  In my eyes, being 
a little faggot cumsucker doesn't mean that 
you're gay.  Can't you see that?" she said as if 
it were the most logical argument in the world.

"No!  I mean, yes!  I mean ... " I was starting 
to get very frustrated.  "Honey, I see what 
you're saying about how YOU want to define it, 
but ... everyone else ... I mean, the guys .... 
oh, look ... can you just agree not to call me 
that?  You may not, but other people WILL think 
I'm gay."

"Oh, don't be silly, honey.  Look, you're a guy, 
right?"

"Right."

"And you're straight, right?"

"Right!" I agreed empahatically.

"And you're a cumsucker, right?"

"Ri-- ... er ..."

"And you suck cum from my pussy, right?  A 
woman's pussy."

"Y-yeah, but .."

"And it's not like you're a cocksucker yet or 
anything, right?  So, you see ... being a guy 
who eats cum makes you a faggot, but it's 
perfectly clear that you're not a queer-boy 
since you only lap up sperm from my freshly 
fucked pussy.  It's so obvious, honey.  So you 
don't need to worry ... no one would ever think 
that you're a homo, silly."  She punctuated her 
'explaination' with a cheerful note and a peck
on my cheek.

We drove in silence as I tried to understand how 
she could possibly claim that her argument 
actually made any sense.  She hummed quietly to 
herself, apparently perfectly satisfied that the 
issue was settled.  After a few minutes, I 
finally found the guts to reply.

"Listen, Tanya.  Hear me out on this, would you 
please?  I really don't think that everyone 
thinks of a fa-- ...  I mean, I really do think 
that if people knew ... uhh ... what I do for 
you ... or if they heard you call me a f-f-
faggot," I choked out the word to make 
absolutely clear what I meant, "they would 
probably think that I'm gay or something."

She remained silent for a moment, as if 
pondering what I'd said.  "You really think so?" 
she asked like she'd never heard the word used 
that way.

"Yes, honey.  Please ... don't call me that."

She appeared to think about it for a moment 
longer.

"But," she looked over at me with big wide eyes, 
"you'd be MY little faggot, baby."

"Nooooo!" I groaned.

"Oh, all right!" she finally agreed, sounding a 
bit perturbed.  "I would expect this from one of 
those big-cocked piles of muscle on the football 
team, but I expected you to be a little more 
secure than to worry about what other people 
think about how you and I use what is obviously 
a term of affection."

"Affection?  What?!"

She wasn't listening.  "If you're so bothered by 
someone ELSE's defintion of a perfectly good 
word, I suppose I can refrain from using it."  
Now she actually sounded annoyed.

"Th-thank you," I stammered, unsure of her mood.

"At least in public.  Not all the time, anyway."

"Arrrrrgh!" I growled in frustration.  "Honey, 
please!  If you tell anyone how I .. I mean .. 
if anyone finds out about ... about --"

"Your cumsucking?" she added, actually managing 
to sound helpful and pissed off at the same time.

"Yes ... my cum ... sucking," I said, 
involuntarily using the term for the first time. 
 I shook it off and continued, "I-if they find 
out, all hell will break loose, don't you see 
that?"

"Oh, don't you worry, honey.  The amount of cock-
cream you suck down will remain our little 
secret."  She really sounded annoyed now.  "It's 
becoming obvious to me that if someone like you 
is so 'sensitive'," she used finger-quotes, "to 
even the HINT of being considered a homo, I can 
only imagine what some of my hefty-hung friends 
would think.  If they knew that their sperm made 
its way into the mouth of a faggot each day, I'm 
not sure how they'd react."

I winced at the sound of that word again.  My 
head was spinning.  I had no idea what to say.  
"Tanya," I begged, "please don't me mad."

"Oh, I'm not mad, Bobby," she said, sounding 
very mad, in fact, " -- just beginning to 
realize that you're not as immune to those 
stupid 'manly' attitudes as I thought you were.  
Those fat-dicked meatheads are so sexually 
insecure that they have to fuck the tar out of 
me daily just to prove their manhood.  But you, 
Bobby -- the moment you clamped your mouth 
around my sperm-filled cunt, I thought you were 
different than all of them.  I thought that you 
were -- at a minimum -- man enough to accept 
that you're a faggot.  Was I wrong about you, 
Bobby?  Was I wrong?!"

"No ... no, of course you ... wait ... I ..."  
Man, I had no clue what to say.  I'd never heard 
her so mad at me before.  So I just blurted out 
what I was most concerned about, "Honey, don't 
you realize that they'll beat me up if they 
think I'm queer."

She gasped at that and looked over at me in 
shock.  "Oh my God.  Do ... do you really think 
so, baby?"

"Yes," I said quietly.  "You don't know how they 
are, Tanya.  They've been picking on me for 
years."

She remained quiet for a moment in thought. Her 
tone was much softer when she continued, "Wow, 
honey.  You may have a point on that one.  Mom's 
taught me an awful lot about male psychology.  
She says that men with bisexual tendencies are 
more likely be violent when faced with it.  I'm 
pretty sure that most of those guys would just 
love to have a little faggot like you suckling 
their meaty cocks -- that's why I picked them -- 
but I suppose you're right in that they're 
unable to accept that right now.  Those simple 
little minds of theirs are likely to think that 
just because you end up with a belly load of 
their semen, it somehow makes them gay.  Right, 
honey?"

"Ok, yeah, but ... picked them?  What do you mea-
-"

"Oh, it's so OBVIOUS now!  I see ... you're just 
pointing out that while you're sexually secure 
enough to admit you're a semen-sucking faggot, 
those monster-meated morons are the ones who 
have the problem.  Oh, honey ... I'm so sorry 
that I got mad at you.  Can you forgive me?"  
She batted her eyes at me.

I was confused as hell about what she'd said, 
but mostly just glad that she'd found a reason 
to stop being angry with me.  "Well, of course I 
forgive you, Tanya, it's just ..."

"You're SO right about them, Bobby." she 
continued, ignoring me.  "It makes them feel all 
'manly' to pound away at my pussy like they do, 
but they might not want to squirt their cum into 
me if they knew you end up swallowing each and 
every load.  And neither of us wants THAT to 
happen, eh?"

"Well, I ..."

"Y'know, I'd forgotten just how silly the thought
processes of a man can be.  I guess I've just
gotten too used to the way you think, baby.
I'm so glad that you're different."  She
reached over and squeezed my hand.

"I'm ... I'm glad, too," I repeated, unsure of
what else to say.

"I'm sorry, baby.  I'm sorry I got upset with you.
I should have realized that even you would still
have some insight into a man's mind.  Can we just
put this little spat behind us?"

"Of course we can," I replied, simply happy that
she was no longer mad.

"Wow," she pondered, "I guess you could call this
our first argument, Bobby.  And ... I have to
admit -- you won.  I was wrong and you were right.
I usually find it hard to admit when I'm wrong,
Bobby, but you bring out the best in me," she
cooed in a loving manner.

"Aw, shucks, honey.  Thank you for saying that,"
I said, wearing a silly grin.

"Ok, then.  It's agreed.  I promise to only call
you a faggot when we're alone and that I won't
tell any of those horse-cocked meatheads anything
about your cum-guzzling until their weak,
insecure minds are ready to hear it, ok?"  She
practically beamed at me, looking at me as though
we'd reached a common ground.

"O ... k," I agreed, wondering what point I'd
actually won in this argument.

"Wonderful!" she chirped.  As we turned the last
corner in our trip to her house, she said "Oh
boy!  We're almost home.  I can hardly WAIT to
get inside and get my pussy vacuumed out.  God,
it feels like there's a GALLON of cum in there."

I pulled up to the curb, silently dreading and 
accepting what would happen once we got inside.

As soon as the car stopped, she pushed open the 
door and leapt out.  She teetered up the 
sidewalk with her thighs held tightly together, 
as if she had to go pee really badly.

"Hurry UP!" she shouted playfully as she reached 
the door.  "I can't hold it much longer!"

As I walked slowly up the front walk, I could 
hear the giggles and shrieks of the two women 
inside.  The strangeness of the relationship 
between those two didn't even phase me; my brain 
had already been through enough loop-de-loops 
for one day.  As I made it to the front door, 
the shock value of seeing Tanya's mother holding 
her daughter's legs open to provide me access to 
her sperm filled pussy provided only mild 
stimluation.  I closed the door behind me and 
moved to my rightful place with my head between 
her cum coated thighs.  The rightful place of a 
faggot cumsucker.

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