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

a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Whew!
     by AKA


"Tanya, no!  No!" I said with exasperation.  "I can
cum!  I really can!  I'm so close!"

Good God!  This whole adventure was a constant series
of misunderstandings.  When I licked sperm from her
pussy to keep her from getting pregnant, she assumed I
did it because I loved it.  Because I kept doing that,
she assumed I wanted to suck cock.  And ... ok, I seem
to have liked that a bit too much, but now ... now she
assumed that the only way I could orgasm was with
another man's cum in my mouth!

But she'd been riding her ass up and down on my dick
while facing away from me -- presenting me with the
most incredible view.  A dead man would blow his load
looking at that!  Even though I'd already orgasmed
twice, I was so close to blowing a third load up her
ass.  But then she stopped moving ... insisting that I
couldn't!!

"Bobby, we've been over this," she clucked, shaking
her head.  "I don't see how ..."

I panicked, desperate not to let her unseat herself
from my dick.  In traditional, twisted, Kohmfetter-
logic form, she'd implied that being able to cum
would mean that I hadn't been honest about my
feelings.  Through another set of odd thought
processes, being dishonest meant I'd end up as a
sissy-girl and spend a lifetime on my knees while 
dressed in garters and stockings.  I tried to
rationalize why I *could* cum, yet not be accused of
being dishone-- Ah hah!

"Fantasizing, Tanya!  I ... I'm thinking about
s-sucking cock while you're riding my dick."  Yeah,
that's it.

"Really?  You think you can cum again just by THINKING
about cocks?  Ooooh ... that would be so hot.  I want
to watch this!"  Again she began to lift off of me.

"No no!  I ... I want to cum in your ass!"  If this
was going to be the last time my dick would be inside
her, I at least wanted to cum.  I was desperate. 
"Please, Tanya.  I really want to."

"Oooh, Bobby.  You dirty boy, you," she leered.  "You
sound just like all those guys at school.  They're
constantly trying to stuff my little butthole.  If you
hadn't just spent an entire evening proving exactly
the opposite, I'd almost think you were just like
those guys.  But OK, this sounds fun.  It'll be cool
to feel your dick twitch in my ass while you squirt
telling me all about your cocksucking fantasies.  Here
let me turn around ... *oof* ..."

As she magically spun herself around without letting
my dick slip out, I asked, "Uhh ... tell you all about
... ?"

"Of course, Bobby.  It's an obvious sign of our
closeness that you can tell me your deepest
cumgobbling desires.  Besides, it's only fair.  If you
want to use my ass simply as a cumdumpster for your
little whackoff fantasies, the least you can do is
share!"

"Cumdumpst--? ... no, that's not what I meant ..."

"Don't worry, Bobby.  It's ok.  You can use it.  You
just remember this when I want to use your ass for
something.  So, anyway, let's get started."  She
settled into a position where she had me pinned to the
bed, but was leaning down close, face to face with me.
 "Now, I bet I know who's cock you're thinking about
sucking."

I gave her the answer she wanted.  "Malph's."

"Oooh ... that's so hot."  Her ass muscles had
clenched around my dick upon hearing what she wanted
to hear.

"Ohh--!" I gasped involutarily.

"I always knew you wanted to blow him, Bobby.  You
sucked him off just a few hours ago and you're already
fantasizing about doing it again.  So where are you
thinking about doing it?

"Um ... we're at the car window."

I felt her ass release it's grip.  "Oh, Bobby ... what
fun is it to fantasize about something you're going to
do every day?  I know you're more inventive than that.
Think of something that won't happen for months, at
least.  How about ... the locker room shower, OK?"

God, I needed to cum.  I wanted so badly to do it in
her ass ... I guess because I just knew this was the
last time I'd ever have my dick inside her.  I would
have said anything.

"OK, OK ... I ... I'm t-taking a shower in the locker
room ... when Malph walks in."

"That's better."  Stimulation returned as she began to
squeeze again.  "Is he naked?"

"Yes."

"Is his huge meat swinging between his legs?"  Never
moving.  Just squeezing.

I'd never seen him naked (I avoided gym class whenever
I could), but I knew from seeing that thing earlier
that it must sway like the pendulum of a clock.  "Yes,
it's swinging back and forth."

"It makes your mouth water, doesn't it, Bobby?"

"Uhh ..." I hesitated.  I felt her grip on my dick
relax suddenly.

"Well?"

"Yes.  Yes," I answered ... and her ass grabbed at my
dick as a reward.  The pattern was obvious: Give her
the answers she wanted and she'd continue milking my
prick with her ass.

"How does it look, Bobby?"

I wasn't sure what she meant.  "It looks ... big?"

Slight squeeze.

"And thick?"

Slight squeeze.

"And ... delicious?"

Big squeeze.  "That's right, baby."

"It looks really delicious.  I can't wait to taste
it."

Two squeezes.  "And does Malph look sexy with all that
water running down his big, muscled chest?"

Even in this condition, I wasn't going to fall for
that one.  "I -- I don't know.  I just see his cock. 
I just want his cock.  I just want to suck his cock."

"Good boy.  Stay focused," she giggled.  She actually
started to rock back and forth a bit.  "And why do you
want to suck it?"

"Because ... " (shit ... what did Mrs K say?) " ... it
shows how much I love you."

She squeezed.  "Yes, Bobby.  And?"

"And because ... I want to share your love of cocks
with you."

"And?"  She edged up and down a bit.

God, that felt good.  "Because ... I like it.  I want
it.  I want to taste his cock.  Taste his cum.  Feel
my mouth fill with his sperm and then swallow it all."

Did ... did I just say that?

"Yessssss, Bobby!" she moaned.  She was riding up and
down on my dick outright now.  "Because you like it. 
Because you love it like the faggot cocksucker you
are.  And because it's what you deserve.  What you
truly deserve, Bobby.  So suck it, Bobby.  Stop
staring and drop to your knees.  Do what you do best."

"Yes-s, I'm g-getting down on my knees in f-front of
Malph Ludder."  Oh man, I was in agony and ecstacy. 
She was moving just fast enough to drive me insane.

"Where you belong?"

"Yes.  On my knees where I b-belong."

"Are you going to massage his thighs and squeeze his
ass?"

Nice try.  "No, I don't want that.  I'm just opening
my m-mouth and taking in his c-cock."

"That's right.  How does it taste?"  Now she was
squeezing and riding.  Slowly.  Agonizingly slowly.

"It tastes ... like sweat.  Like pussy.  Like piss. 
Like a cock should.  Like ... heaven."  What the hell
was I saying?  And was I actually smacking my lips as
I said it?

"God, you're a faggot, Bobby.  Is he calling you a
faggot?"

"Yes."  She was enjoying this.  And as long as she was
enjoying it, she would keep riding me.  I told her
what she wanted to hear.

"Are all the boys lined up behind him calling you a
faggot?"

Lined up?  Oh, to hell with it.  "Yes ... they all
are."

"Are they laughing?"

"Yes."  Of course they would laugh.

"Do you care?"

"No.  No, I don't care.  As long as I get to suck them
off.  All of them!"  I think part of me meant that. 
But I mostly just said it because I knew it would get
her off.  And I was right.

"YESSSSSS!!" she screamed as her body shuddered atop
my dick.  "You're a beautiful goddamned cocksucker!  I
love you, Bobby!"  She couldn't help moving faster
now.  I could feel my orgasm coming.

"Pump it, Bobby.  Pump it into your mouth!"

"Oh yes!  I'm pumping it.  Pumping it hard until he
cums!"

"Tell me, Bobby!  Tell me you love it!"

"Yes!  I love it.  I love sucking cock!"

"Louder, Bobby!  Shout it out!"

I suddenly remembered it was the middle of the night. 
"But your mother ..." 

And then she stopped ... again.  "Auugh!" I gasped
involuntarily.  Dammit, I was so close!

"Why the sudden bout of shyness, baby?  You've already
sucked cock in front of my mom, for heaven's sake ...
along with whatever guys she could round up.  So it's
no surprise to her, Bobby.  She's been wanting to see
a cock in your mouth for weeks now.  And there will be
lots more eyes watching in the future.  If you're
going to do this right, Bobby, you can't be shy about
the role of your mouth."

"Of course.  You're right.  I ... I'm not shy.  I'll
suck cock in front of anyone."  Anything.  Anything to
get her to start moving again.

"So shout it out for me, Bobby.  Tell me."

I took a deep breath.  "I love sucking cock!"  It
sounded almost deafening in the still night silence.

"That's my boy!  My faggot-mouthed little boy!"  It
did the trick.  She started riding my dick again. 
"Tell me you love the the cum!"

"I love the cum.  I love swallowing that thick,
delicious juice!  I love the way it tastes!  The way
it feels in my mouth!"  The room rang with echoes

That did it.  She was riding hard again.  "Tell me
what a faggot you are!"

"Yes!" I screamed.  "I'm a cumguzzling, cocksucking
faggot!  I love sucking cock!  My mouth is soooo
lonely without cock!  I want to suck cock!  I want it
sooo bad!  My dickie gets so hard when I taste cock! 
I cum sooo hard when it spurts into my mouth!"  The
words just rolled out of me.  They sounded so natural.
So ... right.  So ... familiar, somehow.  Had I heard
them before?

Tanya's body slammed up and down on my dick.  "Is he
cumming, Bobby?  Is he c-cumming in your m-mouth?" 
She was screaming as well.  I could feel her body
twitching with ecstacy.

"Yeesssssssss!!!" I screamed as my dick unloaded into
her guts.  "He's cumming!  I'm cumming!  I want the
cum.  I want the cum in my mouth!"  The orgasm that
swept through me was the most powerful of my life.  I
was screaming my head off about sucking cock and
cumming as hard as I ever had.  I didn't understand,
but I didn't care.  She had a power over me.  She
could make me feel like this while doing things I'd
never dreamed I'd ever do.  I knew I'd suck cock for
her for the rest of my life.

She fell on top of me and our bodies collided with a
sweaty, wet slap.  We were both drenched.  She'd cum
hard, too.  Very hard ... since I could still feel her
trembling.  Her face hovered just above mine and we
looked lazily into one another's eyes.  It seemed the
perfect moment of passion between two lovers.

"T-tell m-me, Bobby," she panted softly.  "Tell me ...
h-how much you want ... to lick this cum out of my
ass, Bobby."

My orgasm was gone.  I no longer felt the press of
hormones driving me to do any and everything in order
to cum.  But I was lost.  I was lost in her spell.  I
would do anything for her.  And she knew it.

"I w-want it," I wheezed.  "I w-want to l-lick your
ass c-clean.  I want to taste my spunk d-dripping from
your ass.  One last time."

"I'm reeeally tired, baby.  Your cocksucking f-fantasy
made me cum hard.  I could just fall fast asleep this
way.  But you r-really want to lick it, don't you,
baby?"

I grinned.  You wench, I thought, you want to hear me
beg for it.  Ahh, what the hell ... why not?  "Yes,
Tanya.  I want it.  I need it.  I need to lick cum
from your ass."

She smiled.  And she kissed me.  She kissed me long
and hard.  The love flowing and ebbing around us was
the most powerful thing I'd ever felt.

Then with an exhausted moan, she drew her hips upward.
 I felt the head of my softened prick slip out of her
puckered ass ... with a slight 'pop' as a goodbye to a
place it would never see again.  With pained, tired
movements, she crawled up the bed and settled her ass
atop my face -- struggling to bring me what I wanted. 
What I needed.

And they say true love is only found in fairy tales.

=====

9:17 A.M.

"Rise and shine, my little sex fiends!"  I heard Mrs
K's voice chimed out cheerily even though the sound
was muffled by Tanya's thighs.  We'd spent the rest of
the night in the same position in which we'd fallen
asleep -- with Tanya's ass atop my face.

Ohhhhhh, man," Tanya groaned stiffly as she rolled off
of me.  "My knees are cramped up bad!" she moaned as
she stretched her long legs.  "Next time, Bobby, you
can sleep face DOWN in my crotch.  That'll be a lot
more comfortable."

Mrs K giggled.  "So I can assume that your first night
together was enjoyable for both of you?"

"Oh yeah, Mom.  It was great," said Tanya, still
stretching.  "We talked a lot of things through and
then Bobby fucked my ass one last time."

"I heard the yelling, Tanya.  Nice touch."

"Thanks, Mom," she grinned.

"Things quieted down pretty quickly, though."

"Yeah, I was busy draining my ass into his mouth.  He
came a whole lot for once."

"He came while screaming out his love for cocksucking
from what I heard.  Oh, that's beautiful, Tanya. 
You're so lucky to have a faggot like Bobby."  Mrs K
reached down and pinched my cheek and shook like my
old aunts used to do when they thought I did something
cute.

"Well, up and at 'em, kids!  You two can't lounge
around in bed all day.  Besides, breakfast is almost
ready.  Well, Bobby's breakfast anyway."  Mrs K smiled
in a way that made me nervous.

"Oooh!  Brent?" Tanya asked excitedly.

"Brent," Mrs K confirmed.

Tanya clapped her hands excitedly and leapt out of
bed.  "C'mon, Bobby.  Get dressed.  You're going to
love this!"  She started rummaging through the clothes
strewn around the room until she found a sexy
spaghetti strap top.  "Should I put on thigh-highs,
Mom?"

"Yes, I think Brent would like that, dear.  Now, Bobby
..."

She paused to look around the room as I rolled up and
sat on the edge of the bed.

" ... ahh!  Here we go.  Your cum-soaked clothes are
already in the wash, so why don't you just put this on
for now."  She tossed what seemed like a scrap of
cloth at me.  It hit me in the face and fell into my
hands.  "However, as nice as you looked in those
panties you were walking around in last night ..."

Oh my God!  She'd seen me!  She paused to look at
Tanya, who stifled a laugh as she pulled up her last
stocking.

" ... you know the rules.  Naked from the waist down,
remember?"

"O ... OK," I stammered, still shocked to find she
knew I'd accidentally put on panties last night.

"C'mon, Bobby!  Let's go.  Brent won't wait all day!"
cried Tanya excitedly as she jumped up and headed out
the door.  I heard the soft thumps of her feet on the
stairs as she disappeared.

"Up up!" cheered Mrs K as she snapped her fingers and
smiled.  "She's right, Bobby.  I know you're not
hungry, but you know my motto: There's always room for
one more!"  With that, she turned and left the room.

I sighed.

----

I walked into the den to find Tanya sitting on the
couch next to the third guy from last night -- the one
who had disappeared with Mrs K.  I was wearing the top
Mrs K had chosen -- one of Tanya's.  It was a lavender
lycra tank top with the word "Hottie" across the chest
in yellow glitter paint.  On Tanya, it left her belly
button exposed.  On me, it barely reached the bottom
of my chest.  Below that, I was naked ... as
requested.

Both women giggled quietly as I nervously entered. 
Tanya at least had the decency to cover her mouth for
a moment while she snickered.  The guy on the couch
had his eyes glued to the TV, but he looked up at me
and smirked when I came in.  I knew I looked
ridiculous, but there wasn't much point in shame, now
was there?  Afterall, I'd sucked dick in front of all
three of these people last night, right?  Still ... I
felt like an idiot.

"C'mon in, Bobby," said Mrs. K cheerfully.  "We were
just reviewing with Brent here what he missed last
night."  She nodded toward the television set.

I'd heard the moaning and groaning as I entered and
assumed they were watching a porn video.  But my jaw
dropped as I looked at the screen and realized the
picture was of this very room ... taken from a high
corner.  It was video tape from last night showing
Tanya getting the bejesus fucked out of her by one of
the frat boys.  'Threefer', I think.

In the corner of the image ... plain as day ... was my
kneeling form nestled between the legs of the other
frat boy -- my head slowing bobbing up and down as I
kept him hard for Tanya.  I silently begged that the
tape never showed my face only to be immediately
disappointed as the video-Bobby lifted his mouth off
the cock and slowly stroked the spit slickened shaft
with his hand -- his eyes never leaving the cock.  As
small and dark as the image was, the look on 'my' face
said it all; that was the look of someone who loved
what he was doing.

That look hadn't gone unnoticed by the ladies. 
"Oooooh, Bobby ... look at you!  You're incredible!"
purred Tanya.  "Mom and I are going to love watching
your videos over and over."

As horrified as I was by the prospect of being
immortalized on film this way, my mind became occupied
with tracing out where in the room the camera that
took that image must be located.  I started looking up
and around to where it must have been, but I couldn't
see anyth-- ...

"Oh, don't worry about the main cameras, Bobby,"
chided Mrs. K as she crossed the room.  "They aren't
even on this morning."  I exhaled a slight sigh of
relief.  "I've got the handheld!" she chirped
excitedly as she lifted up a small video cam.  I
grimaced.

"C-c-cameras?" was all I could say.

"Of course, Bobby!  State of the art!  The whole place
is wired.  Rest assured that every performance you've
given in this house has been preserved for posterity. 
I've got quite a little video scrapbook made up of all
your past crotch diving activities.  It's a shame we
didn't catch your first cocksucking on tape, but I
know that we'll have plenty of scorchers to put into
the collection from now on."

Everything.  She had everything on tape.  All those
afterschool pussy cleanings.  Sucking off Mr.
Hunsacker last night.  Probably me wandering through
the house in those panties I'd accidentally put on. 
And now this.

"You're going to really enjoy this morning's treat,"
Mrs. K continued, seemingly oblivious to the horror
ebbing through me.  "From what I've been told, Brent
here has some fine tasting manjuice.  He's kind of a
health nut.  Lots of fruits and such."

As Mrs. K circled around the couch -- probably looking
for a good filming vantage point -- I looked at Brent
and Tanya on the couch.  Brent was obviously an
athelete.  He had arms as thick as my thighs.  One arm
was outstretched on the couch and Tanya was basically
riding it like a pony.  His fingers were buried in her
crotch while one of her arms clasped onto his bicep. 
Her head rested against his shoulder.  If he'd had the
urge, I think he could have lifted her up right off
the couch with an arm curl.

Tanya had his balls cupped in her free hand.  She was
gently squeezing and massaging them as the two of them
watched the TV screen -- when they weren't locked in a
lewd kiss.  Her eyes focused and unfocused as his
fingers worked their magic in her pussy.

"In honor of youf first morning as a cocksucker, I've
specially prepared him for you, Bobby.  I spent an
hour or so licking and stroking his balls before Tanya
took over.  I'm surprised a real man like him hasn't
thrown Tanya down and fucked her by now, but we did
tell him to expect a special treat.  You should thank
him for being so patient.  By now, he ought to have a
huge load of spooge built up for you."  She brought
the video cam up to her face.  A red LED flicked on as
if it were a signal for me to start.

I looked at his cock.  In fact, by now I was staring
at it.  It was pretty big.  Not as big as Malph's, but
impressive to say the least.  And these ladies has
obviously had quite an effect on it; it was so hard
that the tip was shiny.  With every squeeze of Tanya's
hand, his hips pushed slightly upward.  This cock
needed to cum.  Bad.

Part of me resisted what I knew I had to do.  But I
did indeed know.  It was inevitable.

My mind wrestled with the idea of being videotaped. 
Sure, I was already on film, but at least that was a
small, grainy image.  Mrs. K had already run the
camera up and down my ridiculous outfit -- what there
was of it.  I hadn't even tried to cover up. 
Apparently, I had no shame left whatsoever.  I was
about to filmed up close and personal.  With a dick in
my mouth.  Sucking it.  Pumping it.  Swallowing ...

With one smooth movement, I knelt down between his
knees and engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth.
I heard three sighs of pleasure -- one male and two
female.  At first, I left my hands at my sides and
simply bobbed my head up and down, taking him as
deeply as I could. Over and over.

"Fu-u-u-uck!" was the first thing I'd heard Brent say
since I'd first met him last night.  I ... I took it
as a compliment.

As soon as the first drops of precum hit my tongue, I
felt my prick zing to attention.  It ached from having
cum so often recently, but I just couldn't help
getting rock hard again.  His cock, the clear salty
fluid, everything ... eveything tasted so good.

Once his dick was coated with a film of saliva (a few
accidental gag reflexes had added quite a flood of
it), I brought my hand up and grasped the warm shaft. 
I moved my hand up and down in rythym with my mouth,
twisting my grip slightly as it rose and fell.

"Oh my GAAAAAAAHHH!" was Brent's reaction.  Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Tanya's body shuddering atop
his arm.  She was enjoying this as much as he was. 
Possibly more.

I hadn't been keeping track, but I realized that Mrs.
K had been circling around us capturing the action
with her camera.  She now settled in on the floor
beside me and moved in for a closeup.

"You're going a bit fast for just a fluff job, Bobby. 
You want the cum, don't you?" she asked in a falsely
innocent voice.

"Uhmmm hmmmm," I answered.  Fuck yeah, I wanted the
cum.  I wasn't about to stop now.

"Well, if you're going to take the spunk all for
yourself, Bobby, you need to have permission."

"Hmmmm?"

"Look up at your Tanya, Bobby.  Look at her and that
bigdicked stud.  Plead with them, Bobby.  Beg with
your eyes.  Beg for the cum you want so badly."

My gaze moved up past his belly and chest to find him
and Tanya liplocked once again.  Her body tightened
slightly and I realized she'd just had a another small
orgasm from the action of his meaty fingers buried in
her twat.  They broke the kiss and her sultry gaze
slowly turned from him down to me.  Her body continued
to rock as she rode on his hand.  I tried to put on
the 'pleading' look that Mrs K suggested, but then I
realized it was already there.

"Look at that.  I think the little faggot wants his
breakfast," she cooed.

My eyes already revealed just how much I wanted him to
cum in my mouth.  I was begging for it.

I hated that.  I hated that I wanted it so badly, but
I just couldn't help myself.  I wanted to pump and
suck on another man until he exploded into my mouth. 
I wanted to look into the eyes of the woman I loved
while I did it.  

I could feel myself start to tear up.  The emotions
that were flowing through me were powerful and
contradictory.  I felt humiliation at being between
the knees of another man.  I felt desire -- the desire
to taste his sperm and feel it's warmth sliding down
my throat.  I felt anger towards myself for wanting it
so badly.  But most of all I felt love.  Love for my
beautiful Tanya.  Love that made me willing to do
anything to make her happy.

While keeping her eyes on me, Tanya shifted and spoke
into Brent's ear.  "I want you to feed him, baby.  My
little faggot wants your load.  Is that ok?  Can he
have it?  He wants it so bad.  Can he have your cum?"

Brent's eyes were still glued to the television set. 
The triple sensation of the images on the screen, her
voice in his ear, and my mouth in his crotch must have
been incredible.  As if in a trance, he simply
uttered, "Suck it!"

That sounded like permission to me.  I redoubled my
efforts and began to pump even faster.  I vented all
the feelings of humilation and anger into pumping that
cock.  The harder and faster I went, the better I
felt.  As those emotions subsided, all that was left
was desire and love.  The desire to suck ... for the
woman I love.

"Feed him, baby," she whispered ... just loud enough
for me to hear.  "Feed the little cocksucker and next
week you can come back and ... fuck me ... in the
ass!"

That was all it took.  I heard a roar as my mouth
began to fill with a warm flood of liquid.  I wasn't
sure if the sound was him shouting or just the rush of
semen trying to squirt out my ears.  There was so
much, so I had to start swallowing quickly to keep up.
 I heard Tanya gasp in orgasm as little drips squeezed
out from my lips ... and again as I chased them down
his cock.

I could hear three people groaning out their separate
orgasms at once.  A feast for the ears as I swallowed
the feast in my mouth.

All I could think at that moment was ... whew!  As few
hours ago, my ass was on the line -- literally.  Tanya
had not-so-subtley told me that if I didn't have the
right attitude about sucking cock, I could count on a
few hours a day of ass-ramming from whoever wanted a
piece of me.  But here I was ... back in control! 
Once I had a cock in my mouth, I decided when it came,
how well it came ... and how much it came.  I was
milking this one as much as possible, stroking Brent's
balls and gently suckling his cockhead as much as his
now-sensitive flesh would allow.  I felt ... proud. 
And confident.  Confident that this was the kind of
attitude that would keep my ass safe for a long time
to come.

"Did ... did he cum, mama?  Did Bobby cum?" Tanya
wheezed heavily, still recovering.

Mrs. K pushed herself up from the position she'd ended
up in leaning against the couch.  Her own orgasm had
caused her to lose her balance, but it seemed she'd
somehow kept the camera in position.  She pushed her
head downward to look at the floor beneath me,  "No,
baby.  He had a gorgeous ... (pant) ... little stiffy,
but I ... I doubt Bobby here can average more than one
squirt a day, so there's ... (woo!) ... there's no way
he'll cum each and every time he sucks someone off."

But I had cum.  As soon as I'd felt the cum spurt into
my mouth, a wave of pleasure shot through me once
again.  To me, it had felt like I'd shot a gallon, but
I guess I was just 'dry' from having already cum three
times in twelve hours.  And now I'd cum four times;
three times with a spurting cock in my mouth and once
while fantasizing about it.  My balls ached ... badly.
What ... what had I become?

Then again, who cares?  I had the most beautiful girl
in the world as my girlfriend ... and she raved about
me.  I'd cum more in one night than ever before in my
life.

Who could argue with results like those, eh?



To be continued ...


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Copyright (c) August, 2003 - 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