Message-ID: <40680asstr$1044407404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Bob Cocker X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 01 Feb 2003 09:15:47 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} New: Bob Cocker Saga 9 - Pure Joy (mf, cuckold, creampie, coerced-bi) Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 20:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Written, created, conceived, and masturbated to by AKA. Comments: akaCockBobber(at)yahoo(dot)com ===================================================== 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 ... ===================================================== 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. 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