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 five of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Finishing Touches
     by AKA

Over the next several weeks, I learned to expect the
flavor of semen and pussy juice -- mostly semen -- in
my mouth at least once a day.   I spent most of my
afternoons with my head between Tonya's thighs.  She
would describe her latest sexual exploits with Malph
Ludder and his friends to her mother in excrutiating
detail while I vacuumed her battered pussy of the
copius amounts of cum left behind.  They both acted as
if it were a perfectly normal way to spend the
afternoon.

If an afternoon gangfuck didn't work out -- the
football team had to practice at least sometimes --
then I knew to expect a wellfucked Tonya knocking at
my bedroom window later that evening.  As with that
first visit, her mother would wait in the car knowing
full well that her daughter was bringing a cuntfull of
sperm for me to eat.

Some days, I could expect both.

Tanya's mother was continually congratulating me on my
cumsucking efforts and constantly reminded me of my
new 'responsibility' to keep any wayward sperm from
ever making her daughter pregnant.  I honestly took
this rather seriously.  I mean, I guess it wasn't her
fault she was a slut -- and I certainly didn't want
her to get pregnant.  But I sure wished there was
another way.  I tried talking with Mrs. K about birth
control pills once, but her thinking was as difficult
to follow as Tanya's could be sometimes.  She had
invited me over for dinner, but Tanya wasn't home
quite yet.

* * *

"The pill? Oh, Bobby, please.  With as much time as
you spend with your face under her ass, I would think
that you more than anyone would object to her taking a
pill that will only serve to make her fat.  I mean,
you wouldn't want
to suck semen from the ass of a fat girl, would you?"

"Well, no, but ..."

"Of course not.  And there's just something a bit
creepy about a fat slut, you know what I mean?  They
tend to attract a ... 'different' sort of man.  Thus
far, you've been eating the sperm of only the
top-notch jocks & studs at the school, Bobby.  But if
Tanya porked up on the pill, heaven only knows what
sort of greasy freaks would be
dumping their loads in her.  Do you really want to
swallow the jism of a bunch of sleazy guys like that?"

"No!  Of course not, but if she were on the pill, I
wouldn't have to ..."

"Good.  So you understand perfectly.  Furthermore,
with her tight little ass being her best feature, all
the boys want to ram their cocks into it.  They are
all so jealous that you're the only one to get inside
it so far, Bobby.  If her ass got all big and sloppy,
then they would hardly care.  Now admit it, Bobby:
Some part of you is proud of the fact that it's only
YOUR cum that's drained from her asshole into your
mouth, right?  So far, at any rate. You're proud that
you've got one up on them, right?"

"Yes, but what I'm trying to --" I said, trying to get
a word in edgewise.

"Oh, I know, I know.  Eating your own cum just doesn't
have the same kick as the cum of strangers.  Heck,
Bobby, your dick only twitches slightly when you're
eating your own cum."

I just stared at her, frustrated with how the
conversation turned.  How it always turned.

"But look at you now.  My darling daughter and her
spermy pussy aren't even home yet and you're hard as a
rock just in anticipation of all the semen you'll get
to swallow."

As we sat on the couch, Mrs. K had been doing her
usual trick of just barely managing to *not* touch my
crotch for over an hour.  I swear her hand hadn't left
my upper thigh for 20 minutes.  But, of course, she
quickly blamed my stiffened cock on a desire to eat
sperm.  Every damn time ...

"You are such a good little cumsucker, Bobby.  I must
say, ... it is truly an honor to have such a bright
young faggot spending time with my daughter the way
you do.  And you do such a good job for her.  You
really do make her happy, you know."

I both flinched and brightened at her words.  But then
I remembered that somehow the conversation had
completely diverged from the topic of birth control. 
I was about to bring it up again, when the front door
burst open.

Tanya came through the door in a flash and nearly ran
across the room.  She was holding her hand cupped
against her crotch.  Without a word, she stepped right
up on the couch cushions, climbing on top of me. 
Standing with one leg on the arm of the couch and the
other on the back, she squatted and jammed her pussy
against my face, pinning my head against the rear
cushion of the couch.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she exclaimed.  As she ground her
sticky flesh against my face, I felt her muscles relax
and a huge quantity of thick, salty cum slide out
against my lips.  My mouth opened in an automatic
response -- it was second nature by now.  "Damn, Mom,
I didn't think I'd make it!" said Tanya breathlessly.

"Well, it's about time you did, dear.  Bobby's been
here waiting for his 'dinner' for quite some time. 
Did you bring enough for a filling meal."

"You bet, Mom!  He won't go home hungry tonight," she
giggled.

"Good, dear.  And don't worry about being late; it
gave Bobby and me a chance to talk.  We were just
talking about how much he wants to eat a stranger's
cum from your ass."

"MMMFF!" I protested.

"See?  He's excited about it!"

* * *

Within a month, these 'feedings' were coming at all
hours.  Tanya's Mom actually got me a pager so that
Tanya could find me during the few hours a day we were
separated -- during school.  I learned to make up all
manner of excuses so I could leave class whenever I
felt that buzz on my belt.  We were able to find some
privacy in the unused concert band room.  I'd been
given a key the year before when I was an assistant to
the teacher -- before they cancelled the school
musical program.  The rows of benches were a perfect
place for me to lie on my back while she straddled my
face and emptied however many loads of jism into my
mouth.  We'd 69 until her pussy was clean and then
usually she'd let me cum in her mouth ... which she'd
'feed' back to me, of course.  The band room was
special place to us because Tanya said says the thing
that first attracted her to me was the way I played
the clarinet.  She said that something about the way I
put my lips to the tip of long, sleek, black shaft
just really made her want to get to know me.

Now, this may sound absolutely crazy, but when I
really thought about it, this arrangement wasn't
really all that terrible.  Before you get any ideas,
let me make this clear -- I'm no homo.  I certainly
never 'enjoyed' eating cum like Tonya and her mother
seemed to think, but I was certainly getting used to
the taste.  At first I still gagged a bit when an
especially large glob of semen slid into my mouth, but
eventually I was able to suck those down in stride.  I
know you're thinking that you'd puke if it were you,
but ... honestly, it's not that bad.  I suppose ...
OK, I guess I have to admit that it can really be
quite tasty at times.

I bet you're also thinking you'd be totally humiliated
having to lick up the sperm of a man (or several men)
who'd just fucked your girl.  I'll admit that this
really bothered me at first, but the supportive
attitude of Tanya and her mother really helped.  If we
were at Tanya's house, Mrs. K would stroke my hair or
back as I licked and tell me what a wonderful
boyfriend I was to her daughter.  "You truly amaze me,
Bobby," she'd say, "You're not just some man who'd
leave my Tonya filled with cum and miserable.  You're
different than that."  Tonya showed her approval with
her tremoundous, body-racking orgasms.  It was hard
not to feel a little proud when I was able to bring
her such incredible pleasure.  I know it seems really
weird looking at it from outside, but ... I guess you
had to be there.

Anyway, with the taste and humiliation issues out of
the way, I have to say that there were certain
advantages that I couldn't deny.

First and foremost, I got to have Tanya as my
girlfriend.  Before, when people saw us together, they
always assumed we were 'just friends' -- I just seemed
too nerdy for her.  But now, with Tanya always paying
me so much obivous attention, every boy in school was
jealous.  Lunchtime was the best ... when she kissed
me almost the entire lunch hour in front of the whole
school.  See, Tanya insisted on packing a lunch for me
and had this cute way of feeding me -- she would lift
food up to my mouth and kiss at my cheeks and the
corners of my mouth as I ate it.  She was always
concerned about my health and brought me foods like
bananas, cucumbers, zuchinni, and the biggest carrots
you ever saw -- she said the big ones had the most
vitamins.  Sometimes, she'd break out of the
health-food kick and bring some great homemade beef or
pork sausages.  The shocked look on the other kids
faces was priceless.  I guess they couldn't believe
that a super-hottie like Tanya could go for a guy like
me ... but I showed them, didn't I?

Secondly, Tanya always went home with me ... and
everyone knew it.  All those guys who lined up outside
Malph's van in the school parking lot may get to pound
her pussy for awhile, but that was all.  When the van
finally stopped rocking and she staggered out, I was
always the one she came to with that adorable little
clenched-leg walk (she said squeezing her thighs
helped make her pussy feel better after all that
ramming).  The amused look of disbelief on those guys'
faces when we joined in a loving kiss showed just how
little they knew about how to treat a woman like
Tanya.  She told me they always refused to kiss her
after watching her suck cock for that long.  But I was
different than they were, and they knew it.

Next was, well ... the sex.  Let's face it: I was a
thin, shy, nerdy white boy without money.  Under most
circumstances, I'd be lucky to even get a few dates
during the whole school year much less sex with the
hottest girl in school.  And while I'd always
considered my dick to be at least average size,
Tanya's constant comments on 'my cute little pecker'
seemed to imply that it was pretty small -- and she
would know having seen so many.  Given her obvious
preference (if not outright 'need') for big meaty
cocks, I knew I was lucky to be anywhere near her.

So I took it as a point of pride that I was the one
who took her anal cherry.  Sure, I had to suck out my
own cum afterward, but at least I'd been where 'no man
has gone before'.  No one else could say that.

Believe it or not, I got blowjobs from her quite
often.  I had one up on those other guys in this
department, too.  While she sucked their cocks a lot,
she never let them cum in her mouth because they
expected her to swallow it.  She knew that I would
never ask her to do something she didn't like. 
Knowing how disgusted she was by cum, I told her that
she didn't have to let me shoot it in her mouth, but
she told me that knowing the cum was going to end up
in my mouth made it OK for her to give me a blowjob. 
Ok, word 'blowjob' might be a bit of an overstatement
-- she usually just sorta put her mouth around it as
we 69'd since my licking made it hard for her to
concentrate -- but at least I got to cum in her mouth.
 Having her spin quickly around to spit it into my
mouth seemed a small price to pay.  Of course, I wish
she didn't have such a disgusted look on her face, but
the fact that she'd go through that for me made me
feel special.

Sure, some things took a little getting used to. 
Tanya's use of 'faggot' as a pet name for me was hard
at first, but I eventually realized that she only
called me that when she was really turned on.  Hearing
her call me a 'good little faggot' as I licked cum
from her pussy eventually became a somewhat welcome
sound.

Over time, I quickly lost count of the number of loads
of cum that I'd swallowed.  I also eventually stopped
trying to reason or talk with Tanya in any way, shape,
or form when it came to this particular activity.  I
knew that any attempt on my part to discuss my
feelings on the subject simply resulted in her
twisting my words into something that only further
convinced her that I was an eager comsumer of other
men's cum.  In fact, whenever I tried to change
things, I always ended up making things worse.

For example, one evening she came over after dinner. 
Since it wasn't too late, my mother let her in and
showed her up to my room ...

* * *

"I sure hope you're still hungry, baby, becuase have I
ever got a cream filled desert for you!" said Tanya
gleefully as soon as my mother was out of earshot. 
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tipped
her forehead against mine, looking me right in the
eye.  "I've been thinking about you ALL day, baby. 
You.  And that tongue of yours!" she squealed.

She started pressing against me, directing me toward
the bed.  I'd been thinking all day that I sure wanted
to do something else besides just be her cumsucker --
maybe even get to put it inside her -- so I decided
I'd better broach the subject now before her thighs
were clamped around my head.

"Tanya, I-I've been thinking.  H-have you ever noticed
that we've never ... I mean, that with all that we've
d-done together ... y'know, I've never even asked to
f-- ... to p-put my ..."  Before I stammered any
further (I never was good at talking about these
things), she started nodding knowingly and pressed her
finger to my lips.

"I know you've never asked, baby.  And that is what I
think is soooo incredibly sweet about you.  All those
'big, strong men'", she made finger quotes, "with
their 'huge, monster cocks' and their 'swollen, sperm
filled balls' are so incredibly insistent."  She
guided me to sit down on the edge of the bed as she
pulled my teeshirt over my head.  "They use those
'massive, rippling muscles' of theirs to hold me down
and fuck the bejeezus outta me until they spurt their
thick, creamy loads deep in my ... aching ... wanton
... "

She got quiet for a second and stared off distractedly
over my shoulder.  I tilted my head in a questioning
glance, but then ...

"But you, honey," she continued, shaking it off. 
"You're different.  You're the faggot of my dreams,
baby.  You've never once pressed me to let you stick
that stringy little dick of yours in me.  You ...
you're sensitive to the fact that I can't stand the
feeling of cum squishing between my thighs ...
especially that thin watery stuff you squirt out." 
She squinched up her face and shuddered in
demonstration of her feelings.  "I'm so lucky to have
someone who cares about MY feelings instead of just
wanting to get his rocks off."  She pressed on my
chest and gently pushed me down onto the bed.

"I know Tanya," I protested, "and I t-try so hard to
be understanding about that, but ..."

"Oh, I know you do, baby.  By taking care of me so
well," she swung her leg over me and straddled my
chest, facing away.  The scent of sex was strong
beneath her skirt as she continued, "by sucking and
slurping all that semen from my cunt," her hips rocked
slightly as she talked, "and by liiiicking it off my
thighs," she moaned a bit as she spoke, "you show how
much you care about my feelings on the subject."

"I know, honey, but ..."

"And since eating all that cum makes your dick get so
hard, I try to be understanding in turn ... and make
sure you get to have a really nice orgasm when you're
through."  She experly undid my belt and pulled loose
my dick.  "Oh look, it's getting a bit stiff already. 
I bet you can already smell that musky cum, can't you
baby?" she cooed.

She was right about that.  Our 69-ing sessions had
gotten so regular, that just the sight and smell of
her cummy pussy made my dick hard in anticipation of
getting a blowjob.  She grasped my stiffening prick
and started to shimmy back onto my face.  I knew I'd
better speak quickly if I had any hope of getting to
fuck her pussy that night.  "I know how you feel,
Tanya, s-so I was thinking that maybe I could wear a
condom when I ..."

"Oh, that is sooooo SWEET of you, baby!" she
exclaimed.

With that, she rocked back and planted her thighs
squarely around my head.  As I started licking -- it
was essentially second nature by now for me to start
licking when presented with a spermy pussy -- I heard
an odd rustling sound.  I felt her take hold of my
dick and then felt a strange tightening sensation
around it.

"There!  Now your weenie's all wrapped up!  I KNEW you
were a sweetheart baby, but to volunteer to wear a
condom when we 69 like this is just incredible of you.
 This way, I don't even have to get cum in my mouth at
all!  We've gotten into this little habit when I sit
on your face, and while I sure do love bringing you
cuntfuls of cum to eat, I gotta say that tasting yours
isn't exactly a treat. I just don't have the burning
desire to eat it like you do."

No!  Not again, I thought.  Once again, she'd managed
to twist things around.  I knew that if I didn't speak
now, she'd be off on a whole new misconception.  I
pushed her off my face momentarily and gasped out:

"But I was hoping to put it in your pu--mmmmph!"

"Oh, don't be silly," said Tanya, returning to her
mount atop my face.  "I doubt I'd even feel that
little thing at all with my pussy being all stretched
out and filled with cum like it is."

"Mmmf ... mm ... but *I* want to ... (gasp) ... feel
it, Tanya.  I want to put my dick in your p-mmmf," I
said, struggling to get the words out as she squirmed
atop me.

"Oh, please.  I thought you were above that sort of
thing, Bobby.  Besides, what would be the point?  If
you tried fucking my slopped out, cummy twat with a
rubber on your dickie, you wouldn't feel any more than
if you tried to fuck a bucket of warm water.  Besides,
your tongue is so much better than any mere penis ...
especially yours.  Don't you realize that you bring me
more pleasure ... with your ... with your cumsucking,
faggot mouth ... (hungh) ... than all those ... thick,
m-meaty, spurting cocks put ... (oh God) ... togeth--"

Her words faded as she lapsed into her first orgasm --
she always talked dirtier when she was coming.  It was
a small one from the feel of it.  I kept licking until
she'd ridden it out and the muscle spasms stopped
pushing gooey globs of semen into my mouth.  I took
advantage of her weakened state and pushed her ass up
to ask:

"If my tongue makes you so happy, then couldn't I just
lick my own cum out after I fuck you?" I stammered in
disbelief of what I was doing -- offering to eat my
own cum just to get a chance to fuck my girlfriend.

"Oh, honey," she replied, recovering, "Such language! 
I'm surprised to hear you say that, Bobby.  I would
expect a word like that from a testosterone bound,
huge cocked man, but not from you.  Besides, you
couldn't possibly 'Fuck' me with that little thing of
yours.  Real men with real cocks -- they FUCK me. 
Secondly, for a woman, sex is more about love than
just physical sensation.  The love you show for me
when you lick and slurp and swallow another man's
semen for me is just the extra kick I need to achieve
those perfect orgasms.  I thought that you of all
people would know the difference between making love
and just plain fucking."

"Then ... then I want to 'make love' to your
pu-ffmff," I cried, my desperation becoming obvious.

She shifted atop me and clamped her thighs around my
head once more, this time trapping my arms under her
knees -- there was no getting loose now until she was
done.

"But you ARE making love to my pussy, baby.  The way
you love sucking and slurping the leftovers of my
fuck-sessions with those massive-meated studs from my
pussy ... that's making love, honey -- no doubt about
it.  And honey ... I truly *love* doing what I do each
day to bring you the spermy treats you *love* so much.
 This is all about love, babe.  Would I do that for
you if I didn't love you so much?  I mean, I bet you
can't even remember the last time you had an orgasm
without the taste of cum in your mouth.  I do that
just for you, baby.  I hope you appreciate it. There's
nothing worse than an unappreciative man.  You DO
appreciate it, right?"

"Mmmmmf," was all I could get out.  Of course, I knew
it didn't matter what I said.  I knew she'd done it to
me again.

"Of course, you do.  Now be a good little faggot and
finish cleaning up my pussy.  And don't you worry ...
after you fill the tip of this condom, I'll still make
sure you get to taste it.  I know you've gotten used
to your own sperm as a final dessert."

If it was possible to utter a sigh from between a
woman's thighs, I did so then.

She leaned over and took my rubber wrapped dick in her
mouth ... then quickly sat up.

"Ewww.  These things taste terrible.  Well, you don't
mind if I just jack you off, do you baby?"

I sighed again ... and went back to being a 'good
little faggot'.

* * *

I pretty much learned not to complain ... because
whenever I did, things got worse.  I know you're
thinking that you wouldn't give in like that, but you
weren't there.  And you didn't know Tanya.  I simply
tried to accept the fact that what I was doing made
her happier than anything else in the world.  And that
was enough for me.

And yet, it still took one final incident for me to
truly learn this lesson.  I know ... I know ... I
should have known better after Tanya had twisted
things around so many times.  But you've got to
understand, I really hated those condoms.  She told me
that she'd gotten the smallest size available (XL for
"Extra Little"), yet they seemed really baggy and the
excess rubber bunched and sometimes pinched when she
tried to jack me off.  Of course, telling her this
just made her touch me so lightly that I couldn't feel
a damn thing.  Although, that was when she touched me
at all.  You see, she told me that I was getting so
good at 'cuntlapping', that she really couldn't
concentrate on anything else.  She'd just hold my dick
in her hand while I licked -- squeezing it just enough
to keep it rock hard, but not enough to make me cum. 
So after a few days without cumming, a few pinchy,
rubber bound strokes brought me off, but weren't
really satisfying.

Therefore, all the great sex I was just bragging about
pretty much disappeared over the course of the next
few weeks.  She couldn't bring me off before I cleaned
her pussy -- she was too desperate to get the cum out.
 During, she was too distracted.  And after, she said
she was too wiped out by the orgasms to even think
about sex.

Now, I loved my Tanya.  And I loved what I could do
for her.  But one time, after 6 days without an
orgasm, I made the mistake of asking her if we could
go back to the way it was before ... when we'd 69
without a condom.  Her reaction surprised me; she
actually got a bit upset.

* * *

"Oh, fine!  Go ahead and be like all those men.  Those
men who insist upon shooting their slimy loads into
me."

"I'm sorry, honey.  Y-you know I'm n-not 'insisting'
anything.  I was just asking if we cou--mmmfph," my
response was cut off by a cumsoaked twat being planted
on my face.

"Oh, don't worry, Bobby.  I'll go ahead and honor your
selfish little request," she said angrily as she
shimmied atop my face until she felt my nose press
against her asshole.  "It's just that I had hoped
you'd be different.  You know how I feel about cum.  I
thought you weren't like all those men who shove their
cocks in my mouth while their buddies ram away at my
pussy.  Y'know, it's all I can do to keep them from
blowing their loads down my throat as I stroke, lick
and suck their cocks."

Due to her angry attitude, she was handling my dick
rather roughly.  She grasped it at the base and yanked
downward hard, pulling the skin taut.

"I try to tell them that if they're going to insist on
filling me with sperm, then they have to put it where
you can get it ... in my twat.  I always make sure to
collect their seed for you, baby, so you can get your
mouth filled with that musky taste you love so much. 
But whenever I start bobbing my head up and down along
their thick poles .. they always think they'll get to
blow that goo into my mouth."

Even though she sounded so upset, my prick swelled at
her description.  I could feel the skin stretching due
to her tight grip on my pecker.

"You don't know what I go through, do you baby?  You
don't know what it's like yet, do you?  What it's like
to feel the thick heat of a big cock stretching your
lips.  To taste the drops of pre-cum ... constantly
threatening the inevitible explosion of thick, gooey
cum."  Her tone changed a bit, softening from angry to
sultry as she continued, "To feel the tensing of their
muscles as you follow your lips up and down with your
hand.  To know that they want oh so badly to fill your
soft, warm, wet mouth with those thick streams of hot
cum."

Oh, God.  That sounded so good.  I wished and wished
for that very thing.  My prick strained, reaching for
her mouth, but she had her full weight pushing down on
the base of my dick, stretching the skin.  My dick
twitched under the strain ... and I noticed something
new.  With all the tension she was putting on the
skin, it actually felt good to clench up and flex
those muscles at the base of my cock.  I wanted so
badly for her to stroke it, but since she didn't seem
to be doing so, I kept flexing those muscles and
trying to visualize the actions she spoke of.

Tanya saw my dick twitching and responded, "My oh my. 
Look at how your pecker is jumping.  I guess hearing
someone talk about sucking cock and swallowing cum
excites you just as much as swallowing it yourself! 
You want to feel it, don't you, baby?"

God yes, I wanted to feel her suck my dick.  "Yefff!"
I cried, from underneath her ass.

"Oh, sugar ... you will soon enough.  You will," she
rocked atop my face and I felt a spasm of orgasm ...
and another glob of cum being squeezed into my mouth. 
"But for now you'll just have to take my word for it
about what it's like to feel the hard-soft texture of
a cock as the tip presses against your lips ... then
slides through as your mouth opens to let it in."

Oh yeah .. mouth ... lips ... cock ... that would be
enjoyable.  My whole body tensed and strained, trying
to reach her mouth ... to feel what she was talking
about.

"It would be so good, wouldn't it, sugar?  To feel all
the bumps and veins with your lips as they move down
the shaft from top to bottom."

Oh wow, that sounded nice.  I desperately wanted her
to suck me .. or at least stroke me.  I needed --
absolutely needed -- some stimulation, so I kept
flexing those muscles.  It actually felt good -- damn
good.

"When you reach up with your hand and grasp the cock,
you feel the slickness of your own spit along the
shaft.  Feel it lubricate your fingers as your hand
slides up down with your mouth.  Feel the pole swell
under your grip, telling you that you're doing a good
job of sucking cock.  Knowing that a huge load of
salty, gooey semen is just waiting to burst out and
flood your mouth."

I swear I felt the head of my prick swell so much I
thought it would burst.

"Oh wow ... your dickie is so hard.  This is what you
wanted to show me, isn't it?  Oh, I'm sorry I got
angry with you, sugar.  Keep thinking about it, honey.
 Think about the pace getting faster and faster. 
Think about lips, tongue, and hand all moving over a
cock in a blur.  Feel the heat growing inside the cock
as it gets ready to spurt out that hot reward."

Her grip on my balls was like iron -- he skin was
stretched so incredibly tight.  God, it felt so good
to clench those muscles.  And the way she was talking
... I ... I was going to cum.  I could feel the orgasm
building.  Anxious for any movement at all, my body
responded by sucking and licking at Tanya's twat
harder than ever.

"Baby, I can see your pecker swelling up.  It's
twitching.  You're going to cum, aren't you?  You're
going to cum just thinking about cocksucking.  All
those men whose cum you're swallowing right now ..
they have to pound at my pussy for what seems like
forever before they blow their loads, but you ...
you're not like that.  Just the feel of my swampy,
cummy pussy is enough for you.  Just the taste of load
after load of cum slithering into your mouth.  Just
the thought of sucking on a huge, thick cock until
that wonderful, gooey cream fills your mouth.  That's
what makes you cu- ... cu- ... cum!"

She was coming.  A torrent of her orgasmic juices and
the last of the salty, white semen inside of her
flooded my mouth.

"Cum for me baby!" she practically shouted.  "Cum for
me!  Cum for me while your mouth get filled with what
you want the most!"

It was too much.  With one last tightening of my
muscles, the orgasm burst forth.  My whole body
shuddered.  My vision went dark for a split second. 
The orgasm ripped through me from head to toe ... and
my body shook with the waves.  An arc of cum shot out
of my prick high into the air.  Tanya squealed with
delight as three, four and five spurts of hot semen
flew out of my twitching pecker.

* * *

I must have passed out momentarily -- the orgasm was
that strong.  I awoke feeling a touch against my lips.
 As I instinctively smacked my lips, I tasted an all
too familiar salty flavor.  I blinked my eyes open and
looked into Tanya's eyes gazing lovingly up at me.  I
could feel the warm wetness on my chest and belly as
she scooped up finger-fuls of my own cum and lifted
them to my lips.

"How do you feel, baby?" she asked.

"A- ... amazing," I answered quite truthfully.

"That ... that was the most incredible thing I've ever
seen, honey.  The way your little pecker strained and
stretched and spurted ... all by itself.  It was  ...
beautiful."

"It was ... it was beautiful," I admitted lazily.

"I want to make you feel this way whenever I can,
honey.  I want you to have the same type of body
racking, mind blowing orgasm that I have ... and
you've just proven that it's possible.  Before today,
I was never quite sure that I could ever make you
feel the way you make me feel.  But, baby, what we
discovered today really puts the finishing touches
on this beautiful relationship of ours."

I was starting to fully awaken.  "Finishing touches?"
I asked, merely repeating what she'd said.

She giggled.  "You got the joke, too huh?  After what
 I just saw, honey, it's obvious that what gives you
ultimate pleasure is more than simple physical
stimulation -- more than just mere 'touch'.  I know
it might take days or weeks of waiting, baby.  And
mouthfuls and mouthfuls of cum from cunt and cock.
But from now on I promise I'm going to bring you just
as much pleasure as you bring me -- by not touching
you at all!"

I was still too dazed to comment ... or even really
hear what she was saying.  She gave me a long, sweet,
tongue-filled kiss ... and was gone in an instant.
As I lay there regaining my senses from the powerful
orgasm, one thought came to mind as I finally
understood the full impact of what she had said:

Uh oh.


To be continued ...


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The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for
entertainment.  Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is done purely to make them look like
the total perverts that they are.
Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual
partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of
a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of
the surgeon general's office.  They think it's pretty
damn freaky, too.                                  AKA