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 nine of the Bob Cocker saga.

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Pure Joy
     by AKA


"There, Bobby.  That's much better.  You don't want to
look all puffy, now do you?"  Mrs. K. pulled the cool
washcloth away from my face.  We were now standing by
the kitchen sink after crying together for several
minutes in the living room.  Mrs. K. said her tears
were tears of joy; I can't really say that mine were
the same.  But I really needed to cry, that's for
sure.

"I think that will do," she said, putting the
washcloth away.  "Studs like Dave Hunsacker don't want
to see their cocksucker crying.  It's just a little
*too* sissy-like for them.  You can save the tears for
the more sadistic dominant types who get off on that
sort of thing.  You'll see.  Now, let's get you out of
those pants."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh, it's just something you should get used to the
first time you meet one of Tanya's lovers face-to-face
... or face-to-crotch, more correctly."  She unbuckled
my belt as she spoke.  "See, yours will be the first
set of pussyboy lips to be wrapped around Dave's cock.
 Even though I've been telling him for weeks now how
natural this situation is, he is still a real man
afterall.  You don't want him feeling uncomfortable in
any way, do you?  And when he lays eyes on your tiny
little pecker, there's no way he'll feel at all
threatened by your presence.  Do you understand?"  She
yanked my jeans and underwear to the floor.

I had no idea what to say.

"Woo!  These things are soaked with her juices!  You
really made that girl come like a banshee with your
cocksucking, that's for sure," she exclaimed,
referring to the 'wet orgasm' Tanya had in my lap
while watching me.  "Now, come on, Bobby.  Step out,
please."

I just did as she asked and lifted my feet out of the
baggy pants legs.  Soon I was standing there naked
from the waist down except for my sneakers.

She looked up at me from her position on the floor. 
"Perfect!  Now I realize that this is a new situation
for you, Bobby, but now that you're a cocksucker, it's
basically just expected that you perform 'clean up
duty' for Tanya's lovers after they're through fucking
her.  It's not complicated ... it's just like it
sounds; you lick and suck all the cum and juices off
his cock until it's clean, ok?"

I think I nodded.  I'm not really sure.

"Now I know that you just eked out your little shot of
cum when that big strong football player blasted his
in your mouth, but Tanya will be looking for your
little stiffy as a sign of dedication to your clean up
task."  She looked straight ahead at my shriveled dick
and patted it with her hand.  "I can see that I don't
have much of an effect on it, but hopefully it will
wake up a bit when we get near some real cock.  I
doubt it will be a problem since the taste combination
of sperm, pussy, and manmeat is like a wet dream come
true for you, but try to make sure you think happy,
sexy, cummy thoughts, ok?"

It's not like I had an answer to that anyway, but any
response of mine was cut off by a deep male voice
shouting, "Fuck, yeah!  Here it comes, you ... (grunt)
... little slut!  Take it!  Aaaarrgh!  Take it all,
you ... skanky little bitch!"

"Oh!  It sounds like our timing is perfect.  That Dave
really has a way with words when he's shooting off,
doesn't he?  And from the sound of it, his cock will
be just covered with thick cum and tasty juices for
you to clean off.  You must be so excited!"  She
practically squealed out that last part.

She stood up, took my hand, and lead me down the hall.
 I could hear Tanya's soft moans of orgasm along with
the final grunts from the male voice.  Mrs K. quietly
opened the door to reveal Dave Hunsacker's bare ass
making a few slow, final pumps between Tanya's
outstretched legs.  The two of them were lying on the
floor in front of the couch in the back room that
served as a den -- what Tanya always called "the den
of iniquity".  I'd never been in this room before, so
I thought it was a joke, but the decor seemed to match
Tanya's description.  Everything was done in shades of
red ... including the lamp shades.  There were big
fluffy pillows everywhere.  Tanya and Mr. Hunsacker
had pulled a collection of big down comforters and
pillows onto the thickly carpeted floor.

Tanya's Mom left me by the door and walked over to
lean down and speak softly in Mr. Hunsacker's ear,
"Well, Dave?  What do you think of my prized little
slut?"

He started a bit at the sound of her voice, but
quickly broke into a broad grin.  "She is one fine
fuck, Sasha.  I can't decide whether I should feel
lucky or annoyed that you didn't let me have her
sooner."

"Well, *I* sure am annoyed, Mom.  You've been ...
hogging this ... *whew* ... awesome cock ... all to
yourself!" moaned Tanya through her orgasmic haze. 
The three of them shared a laugh.

"Aww, poor Dave.  I hope you don't feel too insulted,"
Mrs. K. teased.  "But I'll tell ya what ... I'll make
it up to you with a special treat, ok?  Do you
remember what we've been talking about over the past
few weeks?  About the respect that real men with real
cocks deserve for bringing such pleasure to women like
us?"

"Yeah, sure," he said as he rolled off of Tanya and
rested on his elbows.  He caught sight of me standing
by the door at that point.  If he was surprised to see
me, he sure didn't show it.  He never flinched.

"Well then," she continued, "this is Bobby, Tanya's
cumsucker.  Bobby, meet Dave Hunsacker, Tanya's new
lover."

"Hey, kid," he said calmly.

"H-hello, s-sir," I stammered, unsure of what else to
say.

"Now, Bobby ... don't be shy.  There's no reason to be
nervous.  Stop standing there in the doorway.  Come on
over here and grab yourself a snack," said Tanya's
mother plainly.  She pulled some pillows off the couch
and arranged one between Mr. Hunsacker's muscular legs
and another between Tanya's.  She looked at me
expectantly.

"Yeah, baby," moaned Tanya, still riding out an
obviously impressive orgasm, "You deserve it, sweetie.
 You know you do."

I knew what they wanted.  I knew what I wanted, too. 
They were the same thing, right?  It didn't make
sense.  But somehow it made perfect sense.

And that big thick cock glistening with Tanya's juices
and coated with rivulets of milky white cum looked so
...

 ... tasty.

I crossed the room and dropped to my knees on the
pillow provided by Tanya's Mom.  I heard moans of
delight from both women as I dipped my head down into
Mr. Hunsacker's crotch.  I paused for just a second as
the scents of sex filled my nostrils.  It was ...
irresistible.

I laid my tongue flat against the base of his cock and
licked upward wiping his cock clean of fluids as I
went.

"Oh, Bobby ... you beautiful little faggot," Tanya
cooed.

I lapped up and down his cock with long gentle
strokes.  I could taste Tanya's tangier flavors at the
base and the muskier flavor of mancum toward the tip. 
I took his softened cock in my hand and flopped in
down between his balls to get better access to the
back side.  I even licked clean the portion of his
stomach where his cock had been resting.

"Wow, Mom ...you were right.  Given a choice between
my cummy pussy and a sticky cock, he went right for
the meat.  I guess I'll have to learn to wait."

The sound of her voice made me look over at Tanya. 
She was smiling broadly as she looked back at me --
her head propped on a pillow.  Her arms were now
hooked under her knees holding her legs up high and
plainly revealing the gooey cum-filled snatch that
still awaited me.  My gaze was drawn to it even as I
continued cleaning Mr. Hunsacker's cock.

"Oh, don't worry, Bobby.  Keep doing what you're
doing.  I can wait while you enjoy a little cock. 
After seeing how much you like dick, I know you were
just dying to try one covered with my pussy juices. 
Well, and lots of jism, of course."

"Don't forget his balls, Bobby," Mrs. Kohmfetter
reminded me.  "You should always suck a man's balls
clean after he's fucked your girlfriend as well as
Dave here has."

I moved down and sucked his balls in to my mouth one
at a time.  They were the size of large eggs, but I
managed to swirl my tongue around each until it was
clean.  I went back to lapping the length of his shaft
until I couldn't taste any more pussy or semen -- just
cock.  Then I sucked the tip into my mouth and ran my
lips down the semi-soft length until my face was
buried in his pubic hair.  It just seemed ... the
right thing to do.

"Daa-a-a-amn ... the boy really took to it, didn't
he?"  It was Dave Hunsacker's voice.  "Are you sure
this is his first time?"

"He's sucked a few cocks before," answered Tanya, "but
they didn't know it was him."

"Huh?"

"I'll explain later," offered Mrs. K.  "It's a shame
really, but poor Bobby has to trick the high school
boys in order to get to suck them off.  You remember
what things were like back then, right Dave?  Young
men can be so closed minded ... so worried about who's
queer and who's not.  It's awfully nice of you to let
Bobby do his thing openly."

"Oh, sure.  We're all friends here, right?  It sure
isn't my thing, but I guess there are lots like Bobby
her who like dicksucking.  Eating cum doesn't
necessarily make 'em queer.  They just like the taste
of dick in their mouths.  Nothin' wrong with that. 
Ain't that right, Bobby?"  He reached down and
touseled my hair with a chuckle.  "You're not a queer
... you just like sperm, huh?"

"Of course he's not a queer," chimed in Tanya.  "No
queer could love sucking pussy as much as he does."

"Good point, Tanya," said Mrs. K.  "Put a spermy pussy
in front of this boy and he just can't resist it, can
he?  A queer wouldn't act that way.  Although ... uhh
... if he doesn't get his lips unlatched from Dave's
cock ... we might start to get a bit suspicious, eh?"

Her voice carried a teasing quality, but it suddenly
made me realize how long I'd had Mr. Hunsacker's cock
in my mouth.  I sat up quickly and his cock fell back
onto his belly with a wet slap as it slipped out of my
mouth.  As I sat upright, my own rockhard boner came
into full view.  A long silvery strand of precum
connected it to the small droplets already on the
floor below.

"Well, from the looks of his little woody, he's
certainly happy about something," Mrs. K. pointed out.
 "Which is it, Bobby?  The feeling of cock in your
throat or the anticipation of tasting more of Dave's
cum inside your girlfriend's stretched out pussy?"

"Her pussy.  I-I want to clean out her p-pussy," I
answered, wanting not to appear 'suspicious', but not
quite realizing what I was admitting to.

"Good, 'cuz that's a heck of a hard-on for a straight
boy to get while sucking cock," Tanya's mom teased.

"Haw!" Dave bellowed.  "Don't worry, son.  Your
secret's safe with me.  Now, you've got my meat nice
and clean, so go ahead and dive into that snatch. 
That there is Grade A pussy and I filled it with some
high quality sperm for ya.  Have at it, kid."

I looked over at Tanya and saw that wild, sexy look in
her eyes that she always had right before I performed
my after-the-fact birth control for her.  That's what
all this was about, right?  Keeping her from getting
pregnant ... that was why I regularly cleaned loads of
cum from her pussy with my tongue.  Right?  Big,
verile loads.  Mouthfuls of the stuff.  It was my
responsibility.  It was necessary.  It was my duty. 
It was ... it was ... delicious.

The look on her face was even more intense than usual;
she had truly enjoyed watching me clean Dave's cock. 
I knew that licking her goopy cunt made her happy, but
it made me feel good that I'd found a way to make her
even more excited than before.  And cocksucking didn't
seem so bad.  After all, the four mouthfuls of semen
I'd received tonight were four that couldn't get her
pregnant, right?  And cleaning up a cock that has just
brought her so much happiness ... well, that seemed
OK.  Just a 'thank you' to a real man for making her
so happy, right?

Right?

But now I needed to get to it.  As she saw my gaze
drop to between her legs, her pussy spasmed in
anticipation of my tongue.  Of course she was already
near overflowing because of Dave, but I could tell
that she was getting flooded with more and more of her
own juices.  It's a good thing that -- by coincidence
-- there were three big pillows under her ass or she'd
have been dripping onto the floor for sure.

"That's right, Bobby.  It's all there for you.  I can
see in your eyes how much you want it.  The look on
your face is soooo sexy.  You make me so wet, Bobby."

I did that.  Me.  The little guy.  The nerdy guy. 
Sure, any guy with a big cock could get her moaning
and bucking a little, but when she saw my hungry eyes
staring at her syrupy, fuck-battered box, she felt the
love behind my gaze.  And that love was what made our
relationship special.  Only I could make her feel this
way.  Only I could do this for her.  I lowered my head
between her thighs and heard a soft 'Oooh' come from
both women.

"It's not just for me, Tanya.  It's ... it's for us,"
I said, my face just inches away.

"Right.  For us," she said distractedly.

"I ... I don't want you to get pregnant," I whispered,
needing to hear it more for myself than anyone else.

"Yes Bobby, yes, but that's not how we say it, right?"
she corrected me automatically in a far away voice.

"Oh ... right ..."

"Say it, Bobby."

My mind flipped through the list of phrases she'd
taught me until I picked one of my favorites.  "I ...
I need to lick out all those wiggling little spermies
to keep them from knocking up your fertile little
fuckbox," I said softly, using the terms I knew by now
she liked to hear.

"Oooooh, yessss."  I could hear the pleased smile on
her face.  "That's my good little cumsucker," she
groaned as her hand grabbed my hair and began to pull
me in.

"I need to vacuum out your hot little hole to keep--"

"Yeah, yeah ... whatever," she moaned impatiently. 
"Just lick it, Bobby."

"I love you, Tanya," I said as my face pressed into
the warmth.

"Just eat your dinner, faggot," were the last words I
heard as her thighs clamped tightly around my ears.

* * *

"My God, he's perfect," whispered Sasha Kohmfetter as
she watched her daughter's legs close around Bobby's
head.  Tanya's eyes flashed with joy as she looked
over and gave her mother a thumbs up sign then grabbed
a handful of Bobby's hair and ground her pussy against
his face.

Bobby was one of the most promising cumsuckers to come
along in some time.  It took him longer than some to
clamp his lips around a cock, but she could tell he
was going to be suckling like a newborn calf as often
as possible from here on out.

She looked over at Dave Hunsacker whose mixed look of
disbelief and slight revulsion was to be expected of
someone new to this lifestyle.  He'd taken to the idea
of having a sissyboy gnaw on his cock just after sex
quickly enough, but the sight of Bobby hungrily
slurping away at Tanya's cummy crotch must have been a
bit much for someone who'd never seen it before.

She knew he was ready, though.  He had to be.  She'd
been working for weeks now to plant the idea in his
head that cumeating sissies were a perfectly normal
part of society ... albeit generally unknown to the
public at large.  She needed him to understand that. 
She need him to get used to it.  She had plans for
Dave Hunsacker.

Sasha'a pussy spasmed just a little as her own warped
schemes ran through her head.

See, Dave was a born manipulator.  Whether it was
coworkers, friends, neighbors, or even his own
browbeaten family, Dave usually got what he wanted. 
Just a few moments ago, he'd shown his mastery of the
art with the way he simultaneously told Bobby that
cocksucking didn't make him queer, yet made sure to
note that he'd keep 'the secret' -- providing enough
reassurance to get his dick sucked, but instilling
enough insecurity to keep Bobby controllable. 
Perfect.

Sasha knew the game well.  She'd scripted it with
Dave.  It was a scene she'd played out many times
before, but this was Dave's first time at guiding a
sissyboy into his proper role.

But that was what bothered her most about Dave
Hunsacker: the man had such a raw talent for good,
proper, respectable sexual manipulation, but he was
completely undirected and downright dangerous.  In her
humble opinion, of course.

Sure, he'd seduced half the housewives on the block at
one time or another, but his relationship with his own
family was a complete wreck.  Word was, he had somehow
convinced his wife -- a nicely shaped, sexy looking
woman in her own right -- to give him a blowjob nearly
every night of the week.  Sasha winced at the very
thought.  Regular cocksucking was for sissies like
Bobby here ... not sexy women like Karen.  The fact
that a virile man like Dave wasn't laying pipe into
his wife regularly was just one sign of how screwed up
his family life really was.

The other sign was Deke, of course.  Sasha had watched
the boy grow up for years down the street.  She'd
watched how Dave constantly berated the poor kid about
everything he did.  Dave was one of those fathers who
was never satisfied with anything his son achieved. 
It wasn't Deke's fault that he wasn't exactly a
natural born athelete, but his father hounded him and
pushed him way too hard.  Who knows ... given time, he
might have grown into his gangly limbs and gone on to
play some decent ball in college.  But with Dave's
constant criticism, Deke had withdrawn into a typical
nerd world of computers, video games, and comic books.

Was it Sasha's fault that such a perfect little wimp
had been laid practically in her ... lap?  How could
she resist?  Or more correctly, how could Deke resist?
 He had been one of the easiest 'conversions' she'd
ever performed.  With almost no prep work whatsoever,
Sasha simply spread out her legs in his presence to
reveal a cum covered snatch.  The boy practically dove
to his knees and buried his face in the soupy mess.

He might not have been born to it, but he was
certainly driven to it by his ever-demanding father. 
That was what made two of them perfect for Sasha's
delightfully evil plans.

Her fingers danced a rythym across her clit as she
thought about how her scheme was now one step closer
to completion.  Sasha may not have followed the
traditional methods of the Kohmfetter women, but she
was very close to the ultimate in sissyboy training:

She intended to have Deke Hunsacker sucking on his
father's cock within the month.

A gentle smile came across her face and her eyes
closed gently as a smooth orgasm washed over her at
the thought of Deke's head bobbing up in down in his
father's lap.  Deke was almost ready for it; he'd been
cleaning his own father's cum from her pussy for quite
some time now.  The orgasms she'd obtained from that
delightful bit of perversion were amazing, but her
fantasies pushed her further.  She'd been seeding the
idea of sucking cock ... any cock ... in Deke's head
with whispered hints and suggestions for quite some
time now.  She could tell the young man was eager for
it.  And Dave ... well, Dave had just demonstrated how
much he enjoyed the sensation of power and control a
man got when a sissy gave him some oral attention.  By
the time Bobby had finished his clean up job, Dave was
nearly hard again ... only a few minutes after dumping
a load in Tanya.  And regardless of how virile a man
Dave was, quick recovery was not usually one of his
talents.

Sasha opened her eyes to a view of Bobby's naked
boyish ass stuck high in the air as he knelt between
Tanya's outstretched legs slurping and licking at the
creamy treat Dave had planted there.  Hanging between
his legs was a drool of precum leading to the tip of
his happy little hardon.  Bobby sure was a world class
cumsucker.  Tanya was lucky to have him.  And happy to
have him, Sasha thought, as she watched Tanya's face
begin to contort in orgasm.  It was likely to be a
good one; Tanya had gotten awfully hot watching Bobby
licking and cleaning Dave's cock.

Dave himself was propped up on his elbows watching the
action.  Unlike Sasha, he was still too self-conscious
to stroke himself in front of others, but his
excitement was now apparent.  His cock was rock hard
again and stood straight up -- swaying slightly as if
in a soft breeze.  Sasha immediately felt another soft
orgasm drift over her as she envisioned young Deke's
lips descending over that shaft.  She was going to
miss the boy's constant attention, that was for sure. 
He'd eaten dozens of his father's cumloads out of her
pussy and -- while she certainly enjoyed the delicious
perversion of that fact -- it was time to cut out the
middleman.  Besides, Karen Hunsacker was starting to
get suspicious that something was going on.  Sasha
hated such drama ... especially when men were so
replaceable.

A shriek of pure ecstasy caused Sasha's eyes to return
to her daughter's face.  Her whole body shuddered for
a moment then wilted to rest as Bobby gave her
sensitized clit a few last tentative nibbles and sucks
then sat back between her widely splayed knees to
admire his handiwork.  Wow ... she's really done an
amazing job with him, thought Sasha.  It's so nice of
my daughter to let me borrow him to prepare Dave for
my special little 'mission'.

Then Sasha rolled her eyes, shook her head, and smiled
at herself.  Dear God ... am I really that perverted?,
she thought.  Father and son?  That's going too far,
right?  As much as she enjoyed training cocksuckers,
she wouldn't dare take such a step, would she?

Then a vision floated through her mind ... a vision of
Deke's lips wrapping around his first cock.  Dave's
cock.  His father's cock.

The orgasm that accompanied the vision was delightful.

She smiled.  The fantasy was enough.  Sure, she could
dream about it.  She could continue the
'preparations'.  In another few weeks, Deke will
practically be panting for cock and Dave will be
completely comfortable with the feeling of sissy lips
around his meaty shaft.  The setup would be enough. 
Knowing it was even potentially possible would provide
plenty of excitement.

Right?

Sasha decided that she had enough to worry about with
Bobby here.  They needed to move gently for a few days
... take Bobby and Dave through a few more of these
clean up sessions.  Then, perhaps, Bobby will be ready
for ...

OH MY GOD!

Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod!

Sasha's one hand sped up its efforts on her clit
dramatically as her knees came up and her other hand
shot between her legs and buried two fingers deep
inside her warm flesh.  Her eyes were glued on Bobby. 
Or more precisely, Bobby's mouth.

The little faggot -- the glorious little faggot -- had
simply crawled between Dave Hunsacker's legs and
clamped his lips around Dave's protruding cock.  He
just ... did it.  No coaxing.  No persuading.  Just an
obvious admission that he knew his knew role in life
-- that of a cocksucker.

"Yes, Bobby," she moaned.  "That's it.  Suck it.  SUCK
IT!"  Blood rushed to her head and her vision sparkled
as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

Hearing her cries, Tanya's head lolled to one side and
her eyes widened in surprise and delight upon seeing
her boyfriend's bobbing head.  Sasha watched as her
daughter shook off her orgasm and crawled over next to
the pair to get a closeup view of the action.

"Beautiful!" she screamed hoarsely.  Orgasms continued
to roll through her, but she didn't slow down in the
least.  She could feel the buildup.  She could feel it
coming.  The big orgasm.  The holy maha.

Bobby's ass was high in the air -- facing her.  His
hairless butthole puckered and unpuckered as his
little prick danced up and down in rythym with his
bobbing head.

It's beautiful, she thought.  A man, a woman, and a
cumsucker ... just the way things should be.

Here it comes.  Oh god, here it comes!

* * *

I looked into Tanya's eyes and saw exactly what I'd
hoped to see -- that sparkle of excitement and look of
pure and honest love.

"I love you, Bobby.  I love you so much," she
whispered from inches away.

I love you, too Tanya, I answered.  But I answered not
with words, but with actions.  I answered by filling
my mouth with cock.  I answered by opening up and
moving my lips as far down the shaft as I could ...
while looking directly into my baby's eyes.

"Oh, Bobby," she moaned.

"Ga-ach!" was my only reply as I gagged slightly and
raised my head to avoid vomiting.  Tears came to my
eyes.

"Yes!  Choke ... on ... it!" came a toothgrit cry from
Tanya's mother above us on the couch.

Tanya's gaze shot up to look at her mother and I saw
her eyes widen in surprise.  "Oooh, look Bobby! 
You're making my mother cum!  And she's cumming hard!"

I swivelled around as best I could without taking my
mouth off of Dave's cock.  I saw Mrs K. frigging
herself madly with both hands.  Suddenly, a jet of
clear liquid ejected from her pussy and was spread
into a wide fan by the action of her fingers.

"Choke on that ... cock ... real m-man's cock, you
pansy fffff-aggot!" she snarled.  The look on her face
was almost ... primal.  She was looking at me, but it
was almost like she was looking ... through me.

My brow knit in a bit of confusion at the kind of
things Mrs K. was saying.  I turned back to look at
Tanya.

"Wowwwwww!" cooed Tanya.  "Amazing, isn't it?  Oh,
don't look confused, honey.  She's just having a
G-spot orgasm like you gave me earlier today."

"Suck it, you ... worthless little s-s-sissy!" came
another exclaimation from the older woman.  The flow
was decreasing, but there was still a misty spray of
female cum flying away from her frigging action.  I
looked at Tanya again and darted my eyes back and
forth to indicate, 'No ...I mean *that* ... what she's
saying.'

"Ohhhh ... that?"  Tanya's eyebrows rose in a helpless
look.  "Don't ... uhh ... worry about what she's
saying, Bobby."

" ... all you're good for ... swallowing real men's
sperm ..."

Tanya raised her voice to drown out her mother.  "You
can't take her seriously when ... uhh ... you're
making her cum so hard, Bobby."

" ... faggot cumhole ... "

I glanced again at Mrs K. then back to Tanya with a
worried look.

"Ignore her and look at me, Bobby."

" ... limpdick sissy cocksucker ..."

What the hell has gotten into her mom? I thought just
as Tanya cupped her hands over my ears ... serving a
dual purpose in muting the wild comments coming from
her mother and guiding my head up and down to
re-establish a good sucking rythym.

"Don't worry about her, Bobby.  She gets a little out
of it when she cums this hard"

The barrage finally stopped as she slumped onto the
sofa in a post-orgasmic heap.  I looked at Tanya in
confusion.  Everything Mrs K. had said earlier about
sucking cock for Tanya made so much sense -- I felt
like I had nothing to be embarrassed about.  But the
things she'd just been shouting ...

Tanya could see my consternation.  "Bobby, she's just
repeating what some men say when getting sucked off by
a cumsucker like you.  They don't really mean it. 
It's just a lifetime of bad influences.  From guys who
don't understand.  Just like when they call me bitch,
cunt, and slut ... I don't *like* it, but I understand
that it just kinda slips out.  I, uhh, actually
consider it a compliment that they lose control like
that and just say whatever comes into their head.  You
should, too.  Understand?"

Ok, sure ... that made sense.  I tipped my head in the
best approximation of nod you can make while sucking
dick.  "Mmm-hmmm," I hummed.

"You heard what Mr. Hunsacker here called me as he was
pumping your dinner into my snatch, right?  Do you
really think I'd let a guy fuck me if he really meant
that I was a 'skanky bitch'?  He didn't really mean
it, did you Mr. Hunsacker?"

"Of course not, kiddo," assured the strong male voice.
 I looked up at him to find him looking down at us
with a huge grin.  He looked almost ... impressed by
something

"In fact, I bet you can get Mr. Hunsacker here to call
you any sissy-name you'd like when you finally get him
to blow.  A second cum might not be very filling, but
I bet it'll be strong enough that he'll buck that big
dick right down your pansyass cocksucking throat."

"Haw!" guffawed Mr. Hunsacker.

Tanya smiled, "Oh ... um ... that was just an example,
honey.  You should get used to it, though.  Guys say
all kinds of things when feeding a cumload to someone
like you."

"Speaking of which ... " came his deep voice again
with an edge of impatience.

"Right.  Ok, Bobby, it sounds like he's getting ready
to cum again, Bobby, so you'll need to start stroking.
 I know you're eager, but it will be awhile before
your mouth and throat get talented enough to bring a
guy off that way alone.  For now, you'll need to pump
him with your hand -- like we did in the car,
remember?"

I had been supporting my weight with one hand on
either side of Dave's hips, but I shifted my weight to
one side and wrapped my fingers around his cock.  It
took a stroke or two, but I found the right spot on
his spit-slicked shaft to create the right necessary
action as my hand and mouth moved in unison.  The
response from Dave was immediate.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted.  "Yeah, like that.  Just
another minute like that."

I knew what I had to do.  I needed to get into a
rythym.  I needed to concentrate.  I could ignore the
strange things Mrs K had just said and think about
what she'd told me earlier.  I silently recited the
affirmations Mrs. K had given me.

I was on my knees, bowing to Tanya's beauty.  My lips
around his cock were trumpeting my love for her.  My
hand wrapped around it was saluting her very
womanhood.

As I pumped and sucked, I could taste his precum
flowing as if from a spring -- flowing out onto my
tongue.  That was ... how had she put it? ... 'my
portion of the sweet life of sexual freedom' I'd given
to Tanya.  And, yes, it was sweet.

It was delicious.

I now I eagerly awaited another taste of mancum from
Mr. Hunsacker's cock.  I now knew that Mrs. K was
right.  When I'd cum earlier today as Malph blew
spooge down my throat, it wasn't from my dick being
inside Tanya's pussy; it was from the pure joy I'd
given to Tanya as she watched.  The pure joy of
showing her my devotion to her.

The pure joy of sucking cock.

For her.

Having my dick inside Tanya's pussy earlier that day
was terrific, but I now knew where true pleasure was
found.  My orgasms were up to me.  I was in control
... just like Mrs Kohmfetter had said.  I could come
whenever I wanted ... just by clenching and flexing
the right muscles as a load of cum entered my mouth. 
I could cum right when Tanya did ... right when she
saw my adam's apple rise and fall as I swallowed
another mouthful.

It was what she wanted.  And I would make it what I
wanted.  I could do that for her.  For my beloved
Tanya.

As the grunts and moans coming from Mr. H told me that
his orgasm was building, I built my own by twitching
and pumping my dick from inside.  It ached from having
cum just a short time ago, so I knew it would be hard
to orgasm.  But I also knew that the flood of warmth
that was about to enter my mouth would change that.

As if reading my mind, Tanya spoke.  "Ooh, baby, your
little pecker is bobbing & twitching like crazy.  That
big, thick cock in your mouth must make you want to
squirt, huh?  The thought of all that cum filling your
mouth and sliding down your gullet must be driving you
mad.  Do you want me to hold your balls for you?  Pull
them tight so you can concentrate on sucking?"

I gave the best approximation of a nod that I could as
my head bobbed up and down on the fleshy pipe filling
my mouth.  Yes, I wanted her touch.  And I wanted to
cum.  But more than that, I wanted to cum for her.  I
knew she loved to see my dick spitting its cum into
the air ... with the tension of my own skin being the
only stimulation.  Well, that and the pure pleasure I
derived from making her happy.  And I made her happy
by swallowing cum.  I knew that.

I was going through with this.  I would demonstrate my
love for Tanya by sucking off a man in front of her. 
She would see my devotion and that would make her cum.
 And I would cum just knowing the pleasure I was
bringing her.

And then I would swallow.  I would swallow the false
pride that prevented others from doing this for their
women.  Swallow the pride that kept so many other
relationships from reaching this peak of beauty and
ecstasy.

Love is a beautiful thing, isn't it?

"Look at me now, Bobby.  Look at me as that cock
explodes in your mouth.  Be sure to maintain eye
contact with the owner of the cock while you're
sucking, but look at the woman you're sucking it for
when he cums, OK Bobby?" Tanya explained.  With one
hand holding my balls, her other went to work on her
clit.

"That's my Tanya," came a final breathy cry from
Tanya's mother.  "Keep teaching him ... training him. 
Make sure the faggot knows what his mouth is for."  
But I ignored her -- as instructed -- and kept up the
pumping action as I looked into my Tanya's eyes.  That
faraway look of adoration for me had returned and I
wasn't going to let anything ruin it.

Not even the string of obscenities that came from Mr.
Hunsacker as he shot into my mouth.  He called me
every name in the book -- faggot, pansy, sissy -- but
I ignored them all.  Tanya was right about him damn
near choking me to death when his body heaved upward,
but she was wrong about there not being much cum -- it
was a flood.  A delicious flood.

Tanya and I came together.  As the semen filled my
mouth, I let a little slip out of the seal my lips
made on his cock.  At the sight of it oozing down the
side of the shaft, Tanya came ... like I knew she
would.

I chased the cum down and recaptured it -- wouldn't
want to waste any.  As I swallowed, my own head rushed
with blood and I felt myself cum.  Doubled over as I
was, I felt the warm jet spray onto my chest and belly
from underneath.  Being my second cum in only a few
hours, it was pretty watery, but it felt just as good
as the first.

Two cums in one day.  Wow ... it had been a long time
since that had happened.  For months now, I'd been so
devoted to Tanya's needs that I'd forgotten what it
felt like to be truly sexually satisfied.  To be
honest, the flood of anti-hormones that comes after a
guy's orgasm was quickly making me feel selfconscious
about having a softening dick in my mouth.  I knew
that an hour later I'd be horrified over what I'd been
doing, but at that moment I knew how good that taste
in my mouth had made me feel.  I knew that the good
sensations had come directly from the powerful bond we
were able to share when I sucked cock for her, so I
fought the resistant feelings and kept my mouth
clamped around it and my eyes on Tanya.  Mrs. K had
explained it perfectly -- this was a path that would
lead to an unbreakable bond between me and the woman I
loved.  Not to mention a sense of sexual satisfaction
for me.  The only real question was ...

 ... how many times a day would Tanya let me please
her this way?


As always ... to be continued ...


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Copyright (c) Dec, 2002 - A.K.A.
The above is a work of fiction, intended solely for
entertainment.  Any similarity to actual persons,
living or dead, is done purely to make them look like
the total perverts that they are.
Remember, the exchange of bodily fluids between sexual
partners -- including the eager and rabid swilling of
a stranger's sperm -- is against the recommendation of
the surgeon general's office.  They think it's pretty
damn freaky, too.                                  AKA