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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 involuntarily.
"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 ecstasy. 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.
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# Posted: 14 Mar 2008 04:19:53
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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 leaped 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.
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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 athlete. 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 your 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 ... everything 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 rythm 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 humiliation 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-subtly 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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# Posted: 14 Mar 2008 04:23:06
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The following is part thirteen of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Recruitment
by AKA
Will Down sat behind his desk and tried to look busy. He looked over the contents of his desk and drummed his fingers on the hard wooden surface. He reached out and moved his stapler one inch to the left.
There wasn't much use for a private office for the assistant coach of the lacrosse team, but when Will took the job with the University, he had insisted upon getting one. He may not have negotiated a top salary, but at least he had a private place to call his own. Some might have complained about the location -- a converted storeroom deep in the basement of the athletic field house -- but Will was happy. All the better to have a little privacy when making his moves on 'the ladies'. Will's eyebrows waggled up and down. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down whenever he thought of 'the ladies'.
Will had hoped for a little female companionship this afternoon, in fact. He was a bit confused as to why no one had showed up. He'd made of point of mentioning how much paperwork he had to do that afternoon right in front of a group of cheerleaders. How he'd be alone down here all afternoon. He'd seen that same group of girls whispering and pointing in his direction many times in the past ... especially when he wore 'the shorts'. Will's eyebrows always waggled up and down when he knew 'the ladies' were checking out 'the shorts'.
After moving the stapler one inch to the right, Will was was just about to give up and head home when he heard the telltale 'clack clack' of high heels on the concrete floor of the hallway outside. Suddenly realizing how empty his desk was, Will scrambled to find a pad and pen and began writing out a list of ... anything.
As the rapid paced footsteps made their way down the interminably long hallway, Will whispered to himself, "That's why it took so long; she had to go home and get the 'fuck me' shoes." He snickered lewdly as he smoothed his scraggly mustache.
He was doing his best to look nonchalant when the heel clacks finally culminated in the appearance of Sasha Kohmfetter. She didn't pause to knock or even slow down to politely wait in the doorway for permission to enter. She walked straight through the open door, crossed the room in two steps, and stopped right in front of his desk. She leaned over part way, supporting herself with the palms of her hands on the desk. She remained silent as she looked Will straight in the eye.
Will sat in his chair, a bit shocked. As far as he knew, Sasha Kohmfetter worked in the Psychology Department, but she also had some tenuous link to the Athletics Department. Will hadn't quite figured out why, but the other coaches seemed to consult her quite often on player selections and such. Will didn't go for that psycho-babble mumbo-jumbo, so he'd never had much interest in what she did. Of course, he might be interested in other ways; she was pretty hot -- in that 'older woman' sort of way. While his brain tried to determine exactly what she might want with him, Will's gaze naturally dropped to the juncture of her rather full breasts. It was the same spot that Will tended to look at when talking to any woman, but the way she was leaning down made it especially irresistible.
Sasha clucked her tongue as she noticed that she'd lost eye contact. She put one hand under Will's chin and lifted his head until he looked her in the eye. "Willy, I think you should get contact lenses," she said plainly.
Will subconsciously repositioned his gradient-shaded, aviator-style glasses on his nose. He'd always thought he looked pretty cool in those. Just like in 'Top Gun'. He pursed his lips and started to form the 'W' to ask 'why' when Sasha put a finger on his lips to silence him.
"I know ... you're wondering why I would come all the way down here to talk about that. Well, Willy ... allow me to explain."
She turned and walked over to the television cart used to review game tapes during team meetings. She reached into her shoulder bag and removed a video tape. Will stammered as she pressed the eject button on the tape player and put an embarrassed hand to his forehead as she tossed his copy of Buttfucked Cheerleaders 14 onto his desk. He stared down at it and wondered if this was some kind of bullshit feminist / politically-correct ambush to get him fired -- when he heard moans and groans better than any porn flick coming from the television. He parted his fingers and peeked through to the image on the screen.
"What you're watching is a tape I made of my daughter Tanya getting assfucked by her boyfriend, Bobby."
Will choked from the pure shock of hearing a mother talk that way about her daughter. But that didn't stop him from staring at the image on the screen. This 'Bobby' was lying on his back while Tanya rode him while facing away. 'Anal Reverse Cowgirl' was what the porn reviewers called it. Or ... uhh, so he'd heard.
The viewpoint was looking over the shoulder of the boy with the camera possibly sitting on a shelf in the headboard of the bed. At one point, Tanya looked back over her shoulder directly into the camera and smiled; she knew it was there. The view of the boy's prick sliding in and out of Tanya's ass was amazing. Will gasped when the gorgeous teenage girl actually grinned at the camera, then reached back and spread her ass cheeks, making the view of her butthole even more amazing. Blood rushed to Will's cock in response to the scene.
Obviously, 'Bobby' liked the view as well. He moaned loudly in obvious orgasm. 'That's it, Bobby. Squirt your little load up there!' encouraged the girl's voice on the tape. 'Get it all in there. I'll save it for you. I promise.'
Will wasn't sure what that last part meant, but he hardly cared. He was simply mesmerized by the way in which Tanya was riding her ass on that dick. She kept herself balanced on her knees so her hands could keep her buttcheeks spread for maximum viewing pleasure; she loved the camera like a porn star. Will could actually see her ass muscles squeezing on the head of this Bobby's dick. Milking it. Draining it. As he came in her ass, Tanya slowed her actions but only finally stopped when Bobby reached down and pushed her off his now overly-sensitive glans.
Tanya giggled joyfully. With her hands still pulling apart her cheeks, she lifted her ass into the air, arched her back, and put her face to the floor. She smiled as her butthole gaped open, revealing the reddened flesh inside coated with a film of white cum.
The girl was a top grade professional butt slut.
Will let out a long exhaled breath and then finally a grunt as he not-so-casually grabbed his cock through his shorts and freed it from the painful bent position into which it had quickly stiffened. Why did he have to wear such tight shorts?
The image on the screen paused, capturing that gaping asshole frozen in time. He realized that Sasha was sitting on his desk with the remote.
She stared at the hand in his crotch. "I guess you like what you see, huh?"
Will realized he was grabbing his dick while watching home made porn ... with the girl's mother sitting next to him. He coughed in response and straighted up in his chair.
Sasha chuckled. "Don't worry, Willy. I want you to like it. In fact, I want your dick to get hard. You see, Willy, I want you to buttfuck my daughter."
Will's eye's grew wide and his mouth dropped open in shock.
"You know, sodomize her. Cornhole her. Ream her tight little ass. Fuck her where the sun don't shine."
Will just stared back in disbelief.
"Ohh, you're wondering why, aren't you? Well, as you can see, my darling Tanya has the makings of a world class slut. She's taken on half her senior class by now and pulled some damn long trains for the football team. But up to now, it's all been straight pussy action. Those boys are eager to get at her ass, but ... I just don't think she's ready. That's where you come in."
Will's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You see, Will, with those tight shorts you're always wearing, anyone can see that you've got a decent sized cock stuffed in there. When you get a hardon in those stupid things, everyone can see whether or not you're circumcised, ferchrisakes."
He frowned at the use of the word 'stupid', but Sasha cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"C'mon, Willy. No man should wear shorts that tight." Her gaze fell to his lap. "You've got 6 and 3/4 neatly circumcised inches tucked in there. Go ahead and drop those dumbass shorts, Willy. Let's see if I'm wrong."
Will just stared at her.
"Drop 'em, Willy."
Realizing that one hell of a hot woman was demanding to see his cock, Will quickly decided to comply. He stood up quickly and deftly peeled the sweaty polyester and white cotton briefs down in a single movement. His 6 and 3/4 neatly circumcised inches sprang out like a spring.
"Now sit down."
Will obeyed. Since having his shorts around his ankles in this office was quite familiar to him, Will automatically grasped his cock and stared at the TV screen -- like most afternoons.
"Uhh, Will? It's not terribly polite to whack off in front of your colleagues, so .. uhh ... grab ahold of those armrests for me, wouldja?"
Will did as she asked. His cock jutted out of his lap, wavering slightly as if caught in a gentle breeze.
"That's better. Not a bad looking piece of meat, considering the source. I like the look of it poking up there from your lap like that. Get used to sitting like that, ok?"
His brow wrinkled in confusion at that last part, but Sasha continued.
"Now, take a look at Bobby's pitiful little pecker."
He looked at the still image of Bobby's spent dick on the screen. It did look a little small, he thought, but ... he just came, right?
"How could any good mother thoughtlessly send her daughter to get buttfucked by the basketball team when only that little twig has been up there? Some of those guys are HUGE."
Will instantly thought of Boyd LaRue, the new 6' 9" forward. Even though he wasn't part of the basketball coaching staff, he'd caught a glimpse of Boyd in the shower. Ok, quite a few glimpses. Sasha was right. Those guys could have some enormous cocks.
"So I figured I might be able to coax you into helping stretch her out a little bit. I'd like yours to be the first man-sized cock to penetrate her tight little butthole -- Bobby's boyish little prick really doesn't count. I've seen the way you look at her when she comes to visit. Your eyes are practically glued to her ass."
He looked again to the TV screen. The girl did have a fantastic ass.
"Spring break is coming up. You will have one week of free reign over my daughter's butthole. I want you to ream her little starfish as much and as often as you can. Only her ass. You can stay at our house and she'll be at your beck and call. As often as you can get it up, she'll milk a load out of you with that talented sphincter."
Will was mesmerized by the image of Tanya's stretched, gaping, semen-coated asshole paused on the screen before him. Sasha's words were driving him insane. He gripped the armrests tightly as he resisted the urge to grab ahold of his twitching cock. It felt like it would burst in his lap. He wanted Tanya. He wanted that ass. It seemed ... too good to be true. There had to be ... a catch.
"I can tell you're interested, but ... you're wondering, 'What's the catch?', aren't you?" asked Sasha.
The woman was a mind reader, thought Will as he nodded.
Sasha grinned. That grin scared Will just more than a little. "Watch carefully, Willy" She un-paused the video.
Will watched as Tanya smiled at the camera and waved her ass around a bit in the air. Her gaped open hole twitched shut and the dark hole was replaced by a pearly gob of white goo -- cum -- pushed out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Will then realized that the waving action of Tanya's ass was actually caused by her moving backward on her hands and knees. Before he could even wonder why, Tanya's facial expression changed to a much more wicked smile as she rocked upright -- jamming her cumfilled ass right down on the poor boy's face.
Will gasped and choked.
On the screen, Tanya began to rock back and forth, grinding down on Bobby's head. At first, Will assumed the boy would push her off, but quickly realized that the motions of his head indicated he was ... licking. Licking and sucking.
Bobby was eating his own cum out of Tanya's ass. Will's breathing came to a standstill. He was mesmerized.
As Tanya began to moan and buck from his actions, Bobby reached up and pulled her gyrating hips down onto his face.
Tanya began to moan in quick huffs of breath. The moans began to turn into screams. She was cumming. She was cumming hard while having cum licked out of her ass. Damn, that looked hot.
Just as her screams reached a crescendo, the scene jumped to a new closeup shot of Tanya's face -- different time, different place. Will exhaled in disappointment at missing her peak from the last scene, but realized from the dazed look and matted hair that he was looking at a recently fucked Tanya ... which regained his interest. The face on the screen looked groggily into the camera, smiled, and silently mouthed 'Hi, Mommy'. The camera pulled back and panned down to show a well-fucked, cum covered pussy. Shaved, of course. Even though Will half expected it, he still gasped as he saw the back of Bobby's head enter from the bottom of the screen and bury itself between Tanya's thighs. A new set of Tanya's moans ensued as her hands clutched Bobby's head and pulled it hard against her crotch.
The video flipped through several more short scenes taken at different times and occasions. Each showed young Bobby pressing his face into a sloppy crotch then licking and sucking the gooey contents.
"As you can see, Bobbby is a cumsucker. A champion cumsucker, actually. Tanya has successfully trained him to willingly and lovingly eat cum from her pussy and asshole. And while young Bobby has eaten the semen of dozens of different men from her snatch, he's only eaten his own cum from her asshole. A few nights ago, he joined the ranks of heterosexual cocksuckers ... and he's already proving to be a master."
As if on cue, the scene on the video changed to an image of Bobby's head bobbing up and down on a rather fair sized cock. Will could hear Tanya and Sasha's voices in the background urging Bobby on. He looked rather dedicated to his task -- stroking and pumping with his hands, following his tightly clasped lips up and down. The look on his face was ... odd. Like he didn't want to be there, but ... couldn't help himself.
"Bobby will be an active part of your week with Tanya, Willy. He'll personally suck out and swallow every load you shoot up her ass. He'll lick your cock clean afterward and suck you hard for the next round when necessary. Can you handle that, Willy?"
Will simply nodded.
Sasha smiled. "Tanya has told me of a particular fantasy of hers. Since even a horny little geek like you will need an occasional rest, she intends to step out at times to get her pussy loaded up by her football team friends. She'll call and let you know she's on her way home. When she returns, you're to be sitting on the couch with Bobby keeping your cock rock hard and well lubricated with spit. She'll climb on your lap facing her darling Bobby and slide her ass down on your cock. Bobby will then lick the two of you with long, lapping strokes -- starting at your balls and ending at her clit. As your gentle pumping action in her ass forces the sperm of her other lovers out of her cunt, Bobby will slurp up every drop. When you finally blow your load up inside her, she'll squeeze it back onto your cock for Bobby to clean. She's a nasty, nasty girl, Willy. Can you work with that?"
Will's white-knuckle grip on the arms of his chair was tighter than ever. His cock swayed and twitched in his lap, fully engorged. Oh yeah, he could work with that. He nodded slowly.
"Good! But ... uhh ... there is one more little thing to work out. You see, Bobby's participation isn't the 'catch' I mentioned."
Will's eyebrows lifted in question.
"It ... it may be a lot to ask of you, Willy. I'm pretty sure you're right for the job, but ... well, I want you to keep an open mind."
Will arched his eyebrows further in an exaggerated look of 'Yessss?'
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# Posted: 14 Mar 2008 04:25:51 · Edited by: luceiia
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"You see, Willy, at the end of your week of buttfucking my daughter, I want you to become like Bobby."
His breath caught short in his chest.
"After that week, it will be your tongue lapping semen from a well fucked pussy. It will be your mouth that opens to accept a hard cock guided in by a female hand. It will be your face underneath a pair of sticky thighs. All the duties that Bobby currently has will be yours -- except not with Tanya, of course -- I have a different source of protein in mind for you. Are you still interested?"
He didn't say a word. Couldn't say a word. He tried hard not to move a muscle. This was too much information to absorb at once. The thought that this woman would offer up her daughter's ass was one thing. Her cumsucking boyfriend was another. But the thought becoming just like him? He couldn't process it.
But then he felt it. A mixture of warmth and coolness just below the head of his dick. He glanced down fearfully and saw it. A large drop of clear pre-cum had just oozed out of his twitching hard cock and began to drip down the shaft. He looked back up at Sasha, wide-eyed.
Sasha smirked, looking rather pleased with herself. "While you're thinking about that, Willy, let me tell you what I have in mind. While I can't offer you the job of Tanya's cumsucker, I can sweeten the offer for you. You see, Willy, what I'm offering you is cheerleader pussy. Fresh, young, athletic, slutty, delicious, cumfilled cheerleader pussy. The entire JV squad -- I've talked it over with them. You've been trying to gain their attention for months now, right? Well, now you'll have them gently stroking your hair and telling you what a good boy you are as you slurp warm semen from their tasty little cunts. Does that make it more attractive to you, Willy?"
He swallowed hard with a loud gulping sound.
"Oh, I know. You're wondering why I'm asking so much of you, right? Why this is necessary? Well, Willy, it's all about psychology. As the athletic department's psychology advisor, it's my job to find ways to improve team performance and morale. It's a well established fact at this school that every team needs a cumgobbling little pussy boy in order to truly achieve. It's been the the dirty little secret of our success for over a century now. Every team on campus already has at least one punk bobbing knob in the locker room -- every team except one, that is. Do you know which team, Willy?"
Will shook his head numbly.
"Lacrosse, Willy! Your team! And things aren't looking too good in pre-season scrimmages, Willy, so I've put to the task of finding a cumhole for the team ASAP. So I've come directly to you, the team's backup junior secondary coach ... or whatever. I've had my eye on you ever since you came on staff. In fact, I was the one who recommended they hire you. Did you know that?"
Will shook his head again.
"Anyway, Willy, the lacrosse team needs you. They need your mouth, anyway. The players need the sense of power they get from pumping a load into the throat of someone like you. Or the secret thrill of sending their cheerleader girlfriends to your office for a good cunt cleaning. You see, lacrosse doesn't quite have the glory of football or basketball, does it? So it's a lot harder to find sissy boys willing to spend a little time on their knees for the team. And of course, there's the other problem. You know what the other problem is, don't you Willy?"
A slow headshake indicated that Will did not.
"The main problem with the lacrosse team is that it's basically a white-man's game ... there are no black players on the team."
Will's eyes widened a bit. 'She couldn't know!' he thought.
"It's usually quite easy for teams with mostly black players to find a white punk. Once a few freshman girls have been turned out for black cock, it's only a matter of time till one of their hometown sweethearts catches a whiff of negro semen in her stretched out cunt. Or some waterboy detects the scent of white pussy on a black dick in the locker room. Then, Boom ... a punk is born and within a week he's gaining weight from his new high protein diet," Sasha giggled.
Willy swallowed hard as a flush of fear swept through his body. She couldn't know! She couldn't know about Darien. About Darien's cock. About Darien's long, thick, delicious black cock.
* * *
Will shook his head almost imperceptibly to clear his mind of the vision of a glistening black phallus that had just appeared there. As Sasha continued discussing the role of the team punk, Will's mind wandered back to his days on the high school football team.
She couldn't possibly know about that. She couldn't know about the night when Darien Lucas, the team's star running back, came back to their road-game motel room complaining about "that cocktease of a waitress" from the cafe across the parking lot.
Will still remembered clearly how a drunken Darien stormed awkwardly into the room. How the waitress had run off with some lame excuse about not getting pregnant. How Darien had yanked down his shorts to reveal his huge hardon still shiny with fresh pussy juices. How he'd complained, 'Now what am I supposed to do with this?'" How he worried that he'd never get to sleep now. Worried how lack of sleep would lose them the game tomorrow.
Will's memories of the next few minutes were a little fuzzy, he had to admit. He remembered being on his knees. He remembered the tangy flavor of the waitress still clinging to Darien's cock. He remembered the warm flood of semen in his mouth. What he couldn't remember was ever actually deciding to become a cocksucker, but ... that's what he became that night.
The next day, Darien rushed for 226 yards and set a new conference record.
If there was any sense of embarrassment over what had happened, it disappeared when Darien began to call Will his 'good luck charm'. He and Darien roomed together for the remainder of that season. The night before every road game, Darien sat on the edge of the motel bed and got his 'lucky blowjob'. Before home games, they 'studied the playbook' at Darien's place the night before.
The team went undefeated from then on, led by the performance of their all-star running back.
Darien was cool. As his record setting season continued, he had plenty of women hanging on him every night. But before a game, he would always tell the girls that he was 'saving himself'. He'd still fuck 'em, of course, but he'd always bring the cumload to Will. "Savin' it for m'boy," he'd always say as Will slurped on his pussy covered cock.
The team took state that year. 43-7 in the final game.
Darien was asked to interview at 6 ivy league schools. Before he went off to visit the first of them, he stopped and saw Will ... for good luck. He got offered a full ride. After that, he saw Will nearly every day for the rest of the summer. It was never a 'gay' thing for either of them. They both loved pussy, right? Darien loved fucking pussy and Will loved sucking pussy juice off his cock. Darien had plenty of girlfriends and fucked them day and night all summer long. He just knew where to get the best blowjob in town and took full advantage of it. Most of the time, he arrived with a cock fresh from fucking a willing cunt or ass. He knew Will liked that. Most often, he'd save the cum. He knew Will liked that, too. And even when Darien did leave his load inside some cheerleader, Will could always coax one more out of him. It took a bit longer and was a bit more challenging, but ... Will liked that, too.
Eventually, the summer had to end. Darien finally chose from the best of the offers and headed off across the country. There was no way for a 2nd stringer like Will to get a scholarship and he certainly couldn't afford it. They said goodbye with a seven blowjob suckfest that lasted all night ... with a final treat in the parking lot of the airport. Darien wanted to make sure he was completely 'stocked up' ... for good luck.
It must have worked. Darien went on to bowl-game fame in college and eventually to the pros. His success rubbed off on everyone. Nine players from that team got full rides to college. Two others made the pros. Being part of that team even allowed a 2nd string receiver like Will to land an assistant coaching position here at the university. And ... if you looked at it right ... you could chalk it all up to one freaked out waitress and an eager little cocksucker named Will Down.
* * *
" ... pumping and stroking and sucking until ... Willy? Willy, are you listening to me?"
His eyes darted back and forth as he realized he'd been caught daydreaming.
"Pay attention, Willy! I don't think that a guy like *you* will want to miss out on this opportunity. I think my daughter's ass speaks for itself and ... dear God, Willy ... you'd never get near it or any other piece of high caliber ass on you own, that's for sure. In fact, I doubt you'd even have a shot at those hairy vegetarian chicks in the art department. But my way, you'll be bathing in the hottest pussy on campus on a daily basis. Sure, that pussy will be full of the fuckjuice of other men, but at least it's pussy, right Willy?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if he should be insulted.
"Anyway. Listen, now that you know what I'm offering, let's talk." Sasha sat on the far side of Will's desk and began moving the few sparse contents off to the sides. "I know you spend a lot of afternoons in that chair with a raging hardon watching your little porn collection. You sit there with those ugly ass shorts around your ankles and your hands pumping furiously away at your cock. Well, Willy my dear, I propose a few minor changes to that daily ritual."
Will coughed quietly as she moved around the desk and sat on the desk edge in front of him. She hooked the arm of his rolling chair with her foot and pulled it forward, then swung her leg over his head, spreading her legs wide in front of him. Her short skirt crept up her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Would you like to hear my ideas, Willy?" she asked in a quiet voice.
He nodded, his eyes firmly glued to her pussy. Her naked, shaved pussy. Her obviously fresh-fucked, cum-soaked pussy.
"The porn will be gone. You'll still sit in that chair. And your shorts will still be around your ankles. And you'll still have a glass-cutting hardon much like you do now. But your hands will be busy. They'll be cupping the nubile young ass of a cheerleader as you lift her semen filled gash up to your hungry, cum-seeking mouth. Or stroking and pumping the load from a varsity player's thick cock into your thirsty, demanding throat."
Will's shoulders sagged as the last of his breath left his chest in a long, exaggerated heave of air. His head swam and his vision closed in slightly. His cock felt like it would burst.
"Oooh. I can see you like the idea, Willy. I think you just reached a full 7 inches there," teased Sasha, gesturing toward his crotch.
He did like the idea. He hated the fact that he liked the idea, but ... he liked the idea. His rigid cock told him so.
"You're asking yourself ... 'Why me? How could I be so lucky?', right? Well, you *ought* to consider yourself fortunate, Willy! Not many white boys with dicks your size get offered something like this. The little 4-inchers are a shoe-in, but for a fella with your package to be permitted the chance to swill down cum like this is a rarity. Cheerleaders won't mount their wellfucked pussies on the face of just anyone, y'know ... it takes a certain kind of, uhh, 'man' for that. And the privilege of sucking dick for the team is not to be taken lightly, Willy. You're truly lucky."
Will nodded slowly.
"And all I'm asking in return is that you fuck my daughter's ass for a week, Willy. In exchange, you'll get to watch the best cumsucker in the county at work. Just watching Bobby clean off the last girljuice to ever grace your cock will teach you so much about your new life. You can learn a lot from him ... and all I'm asking for is a little buttfucking from you, ok?"
Will continued to nod. That sounded fair.
"Oh, but we will have to get you some new clothes. Those shorts have to go, obviously, but we'll also have to get rid of that lame nickname embroidered onto your shirts. Honestly, William Down, giving yourself the moniker "Touch" Down just because you caught one bobbled and tipped Hail Mary pass back in high school just isn't going to fly. No, I think your new nickname will be ... " she pondered briefly, "... "Go". Yes, Will "Go" Down. That will work nicely."
Hey, thought Will silently, that was a solid play! Just because we ended up losing the game doesn't change the fact tha--
"And, Willy," Sasha continued coyly, "if you do a good enough job on your knees for the lacrosse team, I'm pretty sure I can reserve a similar spot for you on some of the other more prestigious teams for next year. Possibly baseball. Maybe even ... football or basketball."
Will's eyes widened. Basketball. Definitely basketball, his mind screamed. I want to suck Boyd LaRue's cock. His big, black cock. Suck it until it cums in my mouth. Suck it every d--
"So, Willy, you can walk away now or ... you can have one week of the hottest buttfucking you'll ever get a shot at ... followed by a new life of cocksucking and cumswallowing like you've never imagined. So, either get up, pull those ridiculous shorts up from around your ankles, and leave me here," she paused for moment, then continued in a softer voice, "or press your face into the gooey warmth between my legs and let me know what kind of man you really ... aren't."
Will watched intently as Sasha's pussy contracted and relaxed. A small glob of white cum formed at the lips. A slight 'oof' came out as he exhaled involuntarily.
"You've been a bit quiet, Willy. So ... what do you say?"
"One qu-question," said Will, the crack in his voice making him realize that these were the first words he'd spoken aloud since Sasha entered. "When you first came in the room, you mentioned contact lenses. Why contact lenses?"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Well, Willy, glasses would only get in the way when all those pretty cheerleaders are mounting your face. Plus, when a cock get shoved completely down your throat, the frames might get tangled up in the player's pubic hair ... especially when their hips buck and jump as squirt after squirt of hot cum get blown directly into your belly."
* * *
Will's new contact lenses allowed him to focus perfectly on the special glint in Sasha's eye as she pumped and stroked the lacrosse captain's cock into his mouth. She was paying him a special visit to check on his progress over the last few weeks. He did his best to impress her with his cocksucking skill, but ... he still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. Sure, the team was winning again he got to eat all the sperm he wanted from some truly sexy pussies, asses, and cocks, but ... he missed Tanya. He missed her ass. He missed the way she pulled it open to show him how wide her hole had gotten. How much cum he'd shot up there. How much cum he'd left inside for Bobby to slurp out.
Damn, that had been one hell of a week!
As he felt the first shot of salty goo hit the back of his throat, he realized that he no longer wanted to fuck Tanya's ass. As he nudged Sasha's hand out of the way and jammed his lips down until they hit pubic hair, he thought about how much he wanted to suck cum from Tanya's gaping hole. As he struggled to keep the jumping and bucking cock buried in his throat, he realized just how jealous of Bobby he was. He felt a 'coldness' within him. The bitter coldness of ... envy.
But as his newly trained throat muscles squeezed and milked the last spurts of semen deep in his throat, he felt the warmth of yet another job well down slide down his gullet. A warmth that canceled the icy jealousy.
As he heard the delighted squeals of two waiting members of the JV squad, he remembered just how fortunate he was. When he thought about the delicious cumloads he'd be momentarily cleaning from their shaved cunts, he knew that two in the mouth was worth one in his dreams. And as he heard the groan of the lacrosse captain and soothing encouragement of Sasha's voice in his ear, he knew that this was where he belonged -- serving the team, serving team cock, serving team pussy.
But that Bobby sure was one lucky cumsucker!
To be continued ...
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# Posted: 14 Mar 2008 19:23:06
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Great Story!! Please keep going!!
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# Posted: 15 Mar 2008 04:02:41
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The Bob Cocker story, what a classic. Its one of my all time favorites
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# Posted: 15 Mar 2008 17:36:44
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Are you aware that this is copyright infringement? Be aware, it is.
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# Posted: 15 Mar 2008 22:19:07
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The following is part fourteen of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - The Shaving
by AKA
"My my, Bobby, you're rock hard and positively drooling! How long has it been since you've cum?" asked Tanya's mother.
"It's been over a week now, Mrs. K," I replied ... underestimating a bit.
"Oh, you poor dearie. Well, I'll say one thing -- this smooth-as-glass boner will sure make for a better shave. I don't think even this razor could dent it right now," she giggled as she wiped the blade on a towel.
I was sitting on the edge of Tanya's bed as Mrs K was touching up the shave on my pubes -- with a straight razor, as usual. I'm not exactly a hairy guy to start with, but she insisted on making me as smooth as possible in order to appear 'less threatening' to the guys she and Tanya had me sucking off. She'd shave me clean to the knees. I'm not sure I understood her reasoning perfectly, but ... you don't argue with a woman holding a razor against your dick.
"Thanks," I replied, unsure of what else to say.
"Absolutely, Bobby. You *should* be proud of your little hard-on. It's proof to everyone that you love and support your girlfriend in all her activities. And she sure can be 'active', huh? In fact, you going a week without cumming is a bit unusual, isn't it? I've seen you blow off into the air like a fountain when you get that jet of cum against your tonsils. Tanya tells me you've sucked off plenty of jock cock this week with that little car-window trick you devised, right?" She scraped the blade upward along my inner thigh, removing the shaving lotion as she went.
"Yeah," I agreed. The whole 'trick' of making the guys think it was Tanya's mouth they were cumming into through the crack of a tinted car window had been her idea, but ... whatever.
"And she's arranged for several lovers here at home to allow you some cleanup duty and an occasional secondary suck. I don't think Tanya could get more spurting dick in your mouth if she tried ... and she has tried *very* hard. It's not easy to find big cocked guys who understand the need you have to feel a pussy covered piece of manmeat explode in your mouth, but she has. Those cum bombs in your throat had you shooting like a mini rocket in the past, so ... what's been the problem, dearie?" She was done with my legs and lifted up my nutsack and began to shave the underside of my balls.
"W-well ..." I gulped nervously. There was no point in arguing what 'made' me cum, so I just decided to be honest, " ... it's just that those first times, it was different. You see, Tanya would ..."
"Ohhhh. I think I understand, Bobby. On that first night, when your hard little dickie spit so freely and easily, that's when cocksucking was different and new, right?"
"Um ... true, but-- " I agreed.
"But now ... now that you've stroked off dozens of hard dicks in your mouth, it's becoming a bit ... passe? You need to try something new to keep things exciting? Is that it, Bobby?"
"No, that's not wha--"
"What did you have in mind? Do you want to learn to deep throat?"
Oh, shit. "No. I didn't sa--"
"Maybe a little gloryhole action at the adult bookstore?" She nudged my legs apart and began working on the area between my balls and my ass.
"No! Mrs. K, I--"
"A gangsuck, perhaps? Lots of sissies like four and five cocks bumping against their face as they milk off each in turn. Is that what you'd li--?"
Dammit! "NO!!" I interrupted, causing Tanya's mother to look at me with raised eyebrows.
"Well, then what is it, Bobby?" she asked, obviously slightly annoyed. While holding a razor against my nuts.
"It's ... it's ... it's just that she ... she ..."
"Spit it out, Bobby!", she demanded ... still pressing the blade against my scrotum.
"She used to touch me more!" I practically shouted. "She used to hold onto my co-- .. er .. my dickie," I explained, remembering to use her word for it, "and that made it a lot easier to cum."
She looked at me silently for a short moment ... as if she were confused. "Touch you? But, Bobby, Tanya absolutely *raved* about how amazingly sexy she thought it was to watch your pecker twitch and squirt without being touched. You're not ... you're not calling her a liar, are you, Bobby?" I felt the pressure of the razor against my skin increase slightly.
"No! No, not at all, Mrs K!" I replied in a panic. "She was touching it. She was sort of holding it ... tightly."
"Bobby, I'm not sure what you're talking about." She resumed her shaving. "I've told Tanya that anything even resembling stroking is expressly forbidden. I doubt that she'd go against my recommendations on this matter, Bobby," she spoke tersely as the pace of her shaving strokes increased, "so ... if you're lying to me about this, I'd --"
"No! No! She wasn't stroking it, Mrs. K, just ... just holding it."
Mrs. K exhaled in apparent frustration. "As unlikely as that sounds, Bobby, perhaps you'd better just show me what you mean." She finished up a last few strokes with the blade and -- blessedly -- pulled it away from my skin.
I reached toward my dick, but then hesitated. After all I'd been through with this woman, it still felt weird grabbing it in front of my girlfriend's mother.
"Go ahead, Bobby. This is in the name of research."
Nodding, I pinched the base of my dick between my thumb and forefinger and pulled the skin tightly downward. I remembered that the first time Tanya did this her fingers disappeared into my pubic hair -- which was now completely gone. As the skin tightened over the head of my dick, I 'twitched' the right muscles once or twice -- like stopping and starting to pee. The pink glans swelled and became shiny with each contraction.
"Ooh!" exclaimed Mrs. K.
I twitched a few more times and could quickly feel the faint beginnings of an orgasm start to build. God, it had been so long. I started to moan a bit. My dick flicked back and forth with each contraction.
"Goodness, Bobby. That's quite the trick! The way that thing's twitching I can see why Tanya called it a 'firehose'. Even your meager little squirts must just fly everywhere when that thing goes off."
Great. 'Meagre'. "I suppose so," I agreed meekly, now distracted from my orgasm.
"And you're saying that Tanya held your willy like that those first few times?"
"Yes."
"And she doesn't do that anymore?"
"Sometimes. When I'm sucking at the car window, she does pay a lot of attention to my dick and how hard it gets. She's always running her fingernails up and down it. She grabs it and compliments me on how hard it is, but ... she always forgets to hold it at the right time. She always seems to get distracted before I cum. It's ... frustrating."
She went back to shaving me, cleaning up the few spots of lotion that remained. "Bobby, please try to understand just how excited a girl gets when someone like you squirts into the thin air without her laying a finger on you. Tanya tells me all the time how sexy she thinks it is, so it's possible she's conveniently 'forgotten' about the help she gave you those first times. So please try to understand that she's just continuing your train-- ... I mean, continuing to hope that you'll do it all on your own. She's being a bit selfish, I suppose, but with so much cum in your lives and so little of it yours she's just trying to get the most out of the few orgasms that you have. Does that make sense?"
"I ... I suppose."
"Well, Tanya does seem convinced that your dickie spurts without all this ... 'touching' and such." She waved her fingers in a dismissive manner. "Can't you just make her happy? I mean, she's doing all she can to provide your throat with all the stimulation it needs, right?"
"I ... I can try," I said, not really believing what I was agreeing to, "but ... I've been trying for weeks now. It's been ... it's been so lo--"
"Roll over."
"Huh?"
"Roll over, Bobby. I need to shave the back."
I groaned. "Do we have t--"
"Bobby!" she cut me short. "We've been over this. I'm not going to do a half-ass job on this. Now roll over and do like I showed you."
"Ok, ok," I muttered meekly. I turned over and got onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I bent at the waist, pressing my face into the bed as I reached back with both hands and used them to spread my butt cheeks. God, this was humiliating.
"Perrrr-fect," chimed Mrs. K. She began spreading more shaving lotion liberally over my backside. "Now, Bobby, don't get me wrong, but I have a hard time believing that just because you haven't cum with my Tanya means you haven't had an orgasm in two weeks. I mean, normal guys your age are usually whacking off like monkeys every few hours."
"No, Mrs. K, I swear!"
"Bobby, you're a very special boy, but it's hard to believe that anyone could resist for so long." I flinched ever so slightly as I felt the touch of the cool razor against my ass crack.
"No, really! Tanya compliments me on my 'self-control'. She s-says I'm so much better than all those boys who mentally cheat on their girlfriends every night."
Mrs. K stopped in mid-scrape. I thought I heard a chuckle. "My little girl said that? Oh, she's good at thi-- ... I mean good at seeing what it is that makes your relationship so special, isn't she Bobby? What else did she say? What did she say that got an 18 year old boy to stop spanking his weasel?" she asked delightedly.
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It had been about 2 weeks earlier. I remember laying flat on my back in bed, breathing heavily. I was coming down from a very powerful orgasm. So was Tanya. As usual, she was lying on top of me, her beautiful, warm pussy nearly smothering me.
"Bobby, you have got to be the greatest lover in the world!"
It was late -- after 2:00 A.M., in fact. I was sleepy. And my neck hurt from having Tanya's thighs quivering atop my face for the past 20 minutes. So I wasn't sure I'd heard her right.
"Wh-what?" I asked.
"The greatest lover in the world, Bobby. You. I don't think anyone on the planet can make a girl cum like you can."
I was shocked. I felt a swelling of ... pride. "W-what makes you say that?"
"God, Bobby, isn't it obvious? Haven't you felt my body quaking and rocking on top of your pretty little face? Can't you tell that the combination of your mouth and your beautiful little prick make me cum like nothing else in the world? Don't you know how hard it is to avoid screaming out at the top of my lungs?" She was whispering because she'd made another of her late night visits to my bedroom window. With my parents sleeping only a few rooms away, we'd learned to be quiet.
But wait ... my mouth AND my dick? I knew I could please her immensely when I licked her, but ...
"My prick makes you cum?" I asked, slightly confused since I never got to put it inside her anymore.
"Of course, Bobby! You ... " she sat upright and looked over her shoulder down into my eyes, " ... you really don't understand, do you?"
I shook my head. Well, shook it as far as her pinning thighs would allow. She was sitting atop me in a '69' position.
"Ok, Bobby, let me explain it to you." She lifted herself up, turned around, and planted herself back atop my face. We spent a lot of time in the 69 position, but she sat the other way quite often whenever we talked so she could see my eyes better, she said. Even though she'd been licked clean, she'd taken to sitting like that most of the time. I was used to it.
"Don't you see, Bobby? You've actually and truly made my deepest sexual fantasies come true."
"I ... I have?"
"Of course. Your performance at the drive-in tonight was amazing. Every time a thick cock exploded in your mouth, I felt such joy and fingered myself to such amazing orgasms that I could hardly believe it. But when I finally went home and went to sleep, I had the most amazingly sexy dream!"
"You did?" I prompted. I felt my stomach rumble at her reminder of the several loads of cum that she'd guided there earlier.
"Yes, Bobby. And in my dream -- and remember, this is just a silly girl's fantasy dream -- anyway, in the dream, you're sucking cock after cock after cock. And all the while, your dickie is dribbling precum like a fountain. And then every time one of those cocks shoots it's delicious treasure into your faggot mouth, your dickie shoots a load high into the air, covering your body, face, and hair with your own thick cum. But -- in the dream, mind you -- your dick never gets soft! It stays hard and starts dribbling precum out again as soon as the next piece of manmeat slides between your lips. Then you cum again when you suck off the next dick. Soon you were covered with, like, 20 loads of your own cum ... with 20 more in your belly! Isn't that the wildest dream, Bobby?"
"Um ... yeah," I agreed nervously.
"And do you see what I mean about it being just a silly fantasy? Isn't it ridiculous?"
I sighed a bit in relief. "Yeah. Sure is," I chuckled.
"Exactly! I mean, only in a dream could you shoot thick loads like that over and over. Sure, I can envision you cumming every time a cock blows in your throat, but thick, ropey loads? I don't think so!" She burst out laughing.
I tried to laugh with her, but ...
"So anyway, I woke up from this dream so amazingly horny. I just had to get over to Malph's place for a good fucking. And, boy did I ever get one." She started rocking on my face as she spoke, pushing her clit against my nose. "You sucked him off so good earlier, that it took him FOREVER to cum. Man, I was screaming my head off into a pillow while he just rammed me over and over. And all the while, I was thinking of you, Bobby. I was picturing your face."
"R-really?" I asked, oddly hopeful for a mere moment.
"Absolutely, baby. I was picturing your face getting stuffed with cock. I was picturing your tiny, straining pecker spurting juice into the air ... just like in my dream. It made me cum so good ... just like it always does. I could hardly wait for Malph to cum inside me so I could bring it home to you."
I just stared at her. Ok, she fantasized about me while with other men. That's a good thing. I shook off the other part and kept listening.
"Honey, when I crawled in through your window and saw your pecker stiffening inside your tighty whitey underpanties, you don't know how excited it made me. And when I smeared my thighs across your face and saw that little thing get rock hard at the mere whiff of Malph's semen, I just couldn't wait to make it cum! You know how important it is for me to see you cum, right?"
"But I didn't get to cum at all when we were at the drive-in," I complained. Beyond a few teasing caresses, she'd hardly touched me at all that night.
"Exactly! And when I saw how hard and straining you tiny thing was, I knew you'd waited for me once again. That you didn't waste your orgasm into some stupid kleenex. You saved your load for me. Even though all that cocksucking had you horny and desperate to cum, you saved it so I could watch it dribble out of you as I fed you your midnight snack, didn't you baby?"
I swallowed hard in embarrassment. As difficult as it was to admit, my dick had been stiff and pulsing the entire time at the drive-in. I'd given up any semblance of resistance to cocksucking. Tanya didn't even have to guide my head onto each stiff dick anymore. I'd just taken each cock that appeared into my mouth and sucked it. Sucked it until it came. And as each load flooded my mouth, my dick had twitched and throbbed. Each time, Tanya's voice cooed and purred from my lap. Urging me to suck another one. Telling me how much she loved to watch me suck. I'd felt her breath on the taut skin of my dick.
But I hadn't cum. Not at the drive-in. And not even after I'd dropped her off and gone home. I .. I guess I had waited for her. Waited for her to bring me another load of semen buried within her warm, tasty pussy.
"You did save it for me, didn't you?" she repeated
I nodded ... or at least as much as I could as she squirmed atop my chin.
"And that is sooo sexy of you, baby. Saving all your cum for me ... just like I save all the cum for you. And you had a really, really good orgasm while you feasted on my spermy cunt, didn't you baby? Your whole body was shaking and quivering while that feeble load came burbling out of your dickie."
She was right about that. My body was still trembling with exhaustion from the sheer effort involved in making myself cum. With the minimal attention she'd given to my dick, I had to pump and squeeze my 'cumming' muscles with all my might. But it was worth it. My own orgasm had been very strong, but her reaction was even stronger. She'd nearly snapped my neck with her own convulsions as she watched me squirt.
"And the best thing of all," she beamed, "is how it just blows off by itself! All I did was aim it away so it wouldn't get on me."
And that's where we disagreed. She said she was 'aiming', but to me it felt like 'squeezing' ... and maybe the slightest bit of stroking. And while it took forever for me to cum with such minimal attention, it was at least *some* physical attention. I'd tried to explain this to her before. I started to say something about it again, but then she smiled and ground herself onto my face again.
"Don't you see, Bobby? It's not just the constant pounding action of those big, meaty cocks plunging in and out of me that makes me scream in orgasm. Oh sure, I put on a good show for them -- screaming & moaning about how big and hard they are, but when they grunt out 'I'm cumming, bitch', they have no idea that it's the image of your cock-filled face that makes me scream out in one last orgasmic burst. Doesn't that make you feel good, Bobby? That it's you I'm thinking of at that moment?"
It ... did, somehow. I nodded again. She was now grinding her cunt on my chin. As I nodded, I felt the fresh slickness as she built toward yet another orgasm. God, she was sexy.
"It's you who makes me cum like that. It's your greedy, c-cums-sucking mouth and your s-stiff, free-spurting dickie that truly give me sexual p-p-pleasure," she gasped. "I w-want to share every one of your orgasms, baby. Every time one of those big-dicked b-bastards f-f-floods me with jism, I w-want to know that your s-s-s-stiff, d-d-drooling little p-pecker will ... be there ... w-waiting ... oh God ... I'm cumming, Bobby. Y-you're m-making me cum again! Promise m-me, Bobby. P-promise me we'll get to share all of your orgasms this way!!"
I promised.
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# Posted: 15 Mar 2008 22:19:21
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As I finished telling Mrs K. about that conversation, I was still on my knees with my cheek pressed against the bedsheets. I thought I actually heard her sniffle.
"My God, she's learned so much," she said softly. Did I hear her voice ... crack a bit?
"What?" I asked.
"Oh. Um ... I said 'She's learned so much about what it is that makes your relationship work so well.' Bobby. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Um ... sure."
I felt a tug against my dick as Mrs. K curled a single finger around the tip and flicked backward. As stiff as it was, it immediately bounced back -- almost vibrating like a guitar string. God help me, I gasped as even that slight unexpected touch almost made me cum.
"Holy shit. That really is a two week old hardon, isn't it?"
"Y-yes."
"Amazing. You resist even masturbating ... just because you know Tanya has such great orgasms watching you spurt your little load? That's so sweet and special! Do you think those football players with their big dicks care about Tanya's orgasms? Of course not! They just want to get their rocks off. Oh, sure, they can turn her into a blubbering slut as they pound her pussy and ass with those monster meatsticks of theirs, but it's the sight of your tiny little pecker spitting its juice that really sets her off. Doesn't that make you feel special, Bobby?"
I felt the blade begin scraping across my ass again. I ignored it. "Yeah," I admitted dreamily, remembering the strength of that last orgasm. "I like to cum for her. To make her cum, too."
"All while you gobble down yet another load of real man's cum, right Bobby?" she added. "That's when you cum for her, isn't it?"
"Y-yes," I admitted. I could almost taste it.
"Everyone cums at once. It's beautiful, Bobby. Your relationship is beautiful."
"But ... " I shook off the visions of past events and focused on my present frustrations, "but it's just been so long since the last time. And I've been trying so hard."
"I can tell you're frustrated, Bobby. But it must be frustrating for Tanya, too. She works so hard to bring you all that yummy sperm ... because she cares about your orgasms as well. Because she knows it's the best way for the two of you to share a truly great orgasm."
"I ... I just wish there was another way. I wish it could be ... like it was."
I felt her stop shaving again. She giggled. "Bobby, you're being rather transparent. You just wish you were still fucking her in the ass."
I gulped. She was right. I used to cum up her ass several times a week during those 'stretching sessions'. "Yes, of course I do. I sure do miss --"
"Yes, but those days are over, Bobby. You started this, you know. That first night -- when you sucked the sperm of four guys from her pussy, you proved that your love for her transcends all ... and thus released her inner slut. That is such an amazing display of love that it amazes me. And your actions over the past few weeks indicate you've accepted her as a butt slut, too. Ever since she started taking it up the shitter, those guys are just nuts for it. She no longer needs your help stretching .. hell, just the opposite. She needs your soothing tongue on her ragged, slopped out asshole."
"I know." She was sure right on that point. Tanya's ass had been the focus of half the school for weeks it seemed. Sometimes I had to lick it for half an hour just to get it to close up again.
I felt her finish her final shaving stroke with a flourish. "Y'know, Bobby, speaking of ass, you really do have a *very* pretty hole. Have you and Tanya discussed a little anal stimulation to help you spurt?"
"What? No, please, I --"
"I'm serious, Bobby. I know where to get some really nice vibrating buttplugs of all shapes and sizes. Tanya would have a blast controlling the speed while you suck off your friends. I know you'd blow off with one of those up your ass."
"Wait ... " I gasped.
"Well, then there's always just pure size to get you off. Some boys really get off on the stretching sensation of a truly large penetration." I felt her fingertip slip inside the ring of my freshly shaved ass.
"NO!" I practically shouted as I puckered up hard and spun around on the bed.
Mrs K just giggled. "Oh, don't panic, Bobby. It was just an idea. I know your true pleasure comes from what goes in your mouth. But listen, I do think that two weeks is entirely too long, so I'm going to talk this out with my daughter. We've got to be able to come up with something, ok?"
"Ok. Um ... thanks."
For some reason, as my aching and now freshly shaved hardon practically vibrated in front of me, I actually felt ... hopeful.
To be continued ...
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The following is part fifteen of the Bob Cocker saga.
a.k.a. Cock Bobber - Undergarments
by AKA
"You were wonderful tonight, Bobby," purred my beautiful Tonya.
We were lying in bed after another long night on the town. We'd spent nearly two hours parked at the drive-in while cock after cock appeared through the car window for me to suck. And with Tanya softly begging me to do so, I sucked off every one. I couldn't resist her.
Even now, her voice was so soft and loving. I could scarcely hear her quiet voice as she lay with her head on my stomach staring at my stiff dick. "You're incredible. Truly incredible, you know that, Bobby? I lost count of how many nice, juicy dicks you sucked off tonight."
Eight. I didn't lose count. It was eight.
"It got me so hot watching you suck them, Bobby. I get the most delicious twinges watching your cheeks puff out when they blow in your mouth. And my whole pussy spasms whenever I see your throat muscles work as you swallow. Those are the most delicious little orgasms. They get me sooo wet, baby." She was dragging the back of her fingertips up and down my dick as she talked. God, I was so hard.
She pressed her ear tight against my belly. "I can almost hear all those little spermies wriggling around in your tummy. They must be so happy to become a meal for someone who loves them as much as you do ... instead of ending up inside a mean ol' girl like me who just wants them out of her body as soon as possible."
Well, it's not like I wouldn't end up eating them afterward anyway, I thought to myself sarcastically.
"But of course, they'd all end up down inside your belly anyway, wouldn't they, Bobby?" she giggled, as if reading my mind. "Nothing keeps my baby from swallowing down the cum -- no matter how far up inside my holes those big dicks pump it."
My eyes rolled back in frustration. Was her *every* thought directed at feeding me other men's semen?
"I'm so glad we can share your love of cumeating, baby," she answered as if in confirmation to my thoughts. "It makes me so happy to give your faggot mouth what it needs."
I sighed, but internally. I'd learned by now not to argue or even show any demonstration of my frustration with these conceptions of hers. It usually made things worse.
"But, baby," she said hesitantly, "sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough for you. I mean look at this thing!" She lightly pinched the head of my dick between the fingernails of her thumb and forefinger and shook it lightly. "It's been two and a half weeks! It's swollen with blood like an engorged tick -- and it's almost as big! I've been doing all I can to make you spew, baby, but ... here we are! You've had an entire bellyful of sperm blasted down your throat tonight, but ... nothing!"
Just that light touch made my dick twinge. "I ... I thought your mom was going to talk to you about ... about what I nee-- "
"Oh, yes, mother said something about some kind of touching or holding or something, Bobby, but we're beyond that sort of thing now! You've already more than demonstrated that you can give both of us the kind of orgasms we each deserve -- orgasms achieved at the exact moment your sissy tastebuds get coated with sperm. Orgasms not caused by boring old physical sensations, but more powerful ones derived from the other senses! Yours when you taste that delicious shot of manjuice in your mouth and mine when I see that pale liquid you call semen dribbling out of your hard, twitching dicklette. Don't you understand that?"
She sure had a way with words. "But I ... "
"I know you can do it, Bobby!" she declared adamantly. "I know you can cum the way you were intended to! Mom once suggested I lock up your pecker in one of those control cages -- you know, turn you into a soft-sissy with balls as blue as the ocean. But I talked her out of it, Bobby. I talked her out of it because the beautiful little stiffy you get while sucking cock is one of the best things about you! You know how important that is to me, right?"
"Yes," I replied blankly. 'Soft-sissy?' Holy shit.
"And I know the feeling of thick dick in your mouth turns you on, baby. The way precum bubbles out of your little dick hole, sometimes I can't tell whether or not you've cum." I felt a thrill through my body as her fingertip circled the head of my dick, smearing the clear fluid around the tip. "See? It's seeping out even now -- even though we're just talking about cocksucking. You just can't help it, can you Bobby?"
"No," I admitted. God help me, she was right. I'd been rock hard all night. Rock hard as I sucked off eight men.
"So why can't you cum for me??! Why can't you show me what you're really made of? Why can't you show me that you're the kind of boy who cums like a banshee as another man's semen slides down his throat? I know that's who you are, Bobby. I just know it!"
"I ... I'm trying," I sobbed. "I want to, Tanya. I want to cum for you, but ... but ..." I broke down. The frustration was just too much. I started to cry.
Tanya heard me and felt my chest heaving under her head. She turned over and straddled my chest. "Oh, oh, there, there, baby. Don't cry, sweetie. I ... I'm sorry. I ... I guess I'm asking too much."
She bent down and gently kissed my cheeks. As she tenderly pressed her lips against my tears, her body slipped downward atop mine. I felt the heat of her shaved pussylips as they pressed against the hard shaft of my dick. God, even as she comforted me, she teased my poor prick.
"I know it's hard, baby," she continued. "I know you're trying. I ... I just think of you as perfect, you know? I expect you to be a perfect little sissy cocksucker with your mouth as your sole source of sexual satisfaction. And that's ... that's selfish of me. Nobody's perfect, baby. Not even a truly exceptional faggot like you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry, ok baby?"
"I ... *sniff* ... ok."
"It's not fair of me to ask so much of you so soon, is it? I mean, you've only been sucking cocks for a few weeks now, right? These things take time. It'll be awhile before your body and mind learn that your mouth is now your sole sexual organ. And so ... in the meantime ... I have a solution."
"You ... you do?" I sniffled. Again, for some reason, some strange hope rose up in me that I'd actually get to have sex with her .... in some form.
"Yes, baby. I think you should masturbate. In fact, I want you to masturbate. I can't stand to see you this way."
I should have known better. But, hey ... I'd take what I could get. "So ... you want me to jerk off? And you want to watch?"
"Oh, God no!" Her face scrunched up in disgust. "I mean, I'd probably like to watch someone with a real cock stroke it off, but -- watch someone frantically slap away at a pathetic little wiener like that?! Ewwwww ... I don't think so! No, Bobby, I have something else in mind. Are you ready to hear my idea?"
"Um ... ok." The thought of 'something else' scared me, but at this point, I'd do damn near anything.
Her face lit up. "Goodie! Wait right here! Mom and I have presents for you!" With that, she bounced off the bed and disappeared out her bedroom door. I heard some familiar mother-daughter shrieks and giggles come from down the hall before she returned in an excited run. She was carrying a couple of plastic grocery bags.
"Here you go, baby! Mom made you some special panties!" She pulled out a scrap of white cloth as she dropped the bags on the floor beside the bed.
My eyes widened in horror at the word 'panties'. "No ... no, I don't want to wear panti--"
"Oh, stop your fussing. They're not like the pretty pink ones you picked out for yourself before. These are just some of my plain old white ones. But with a special modification just for you!"
She proudly held them up in front of her. As she'd said, they were a simple white pair of girl's underwear, but with a perfectly round hole in the front. I squinted as I tried to examine the design.
She bounced onto the bed. "See, Mom sewed a little rubber ring into the front. If she did everything right, it should slip around your thingy nice and tight. The panties are mine so they'll be small on you. Then, when you get hard, it will tighten up even more!"
I grimaced slightly.
"Don't you understand, Bobby? You said something to Mom about liking the 'tightness' around your pecker. So now when my pussy contracts and floods your mouth with semen or when a cock blows its load in your throat, your little dickie won't just have to twitch all alone like before. It'll have this extra tightness to help you cum! Isn't that great!?"
I have to admit I was conflicted at this moment. I was truly desperate to cum, but ... panties? However, my own desperation betrayed me and I felt my dick twitch in anticipation.
"Oooh! I can see that Mr. Pinky down there is excited! C'mon, baby ... let's try them on!"
With that, she reached down into another of the plastic bags. I felt an intensely cold wetness as she flopped an icy wet towel into my lap.
"Wooof!" I grunted.
"Oh, sorry, baby. But this thing will really only go on when you're at least half soft."
I groaned in misery, but the cold did cause my hardon to droop significantly.
"That's a good boy," she whispered. "Now, get up and step into your panties."
I grimaced at her continued use of that word, but ... I'd learned not to argue with her when she was excited about something. I did as she asked. As she pulled the underwear up my legs, she pinched the head of my dick between her fingers and poked it through the rubber-ringed hole. Then she tugged on the head until the ring slid about halfway down my dick. That was more attention than she'd given the thing in weeks. Soft as I was, I still felt pleasurable twinges -- just from her touch. I got hard again almost instantly -- just in time for her to stop touching it.
"There! God, it's perfect, Bobby! Look at it -- it makes your winky seem even smaller than it already is!", she said sounding obviously quite pleased with that fact.
I looked down and saw immediately what she meant. The rubber ring -- it was just an o-ring like from the auto parts store -- gripped my dick tightly about halfway down its length. The fabric of the panti-- .. I mean 'underwear' stretched outward to meet it leaving only half my dick protruding outside. It sure did make it look rather stubby.
"And with just your dickie sticking out the hole, it looks like you've got no balls whatsoever! God, I LOVE it!" she squealed. "Come over here in front of the mirror and look at yourself, Bobby!" She beckoned for me to step in front of the full length mirror on her door. I did as requested. "Perfect, Bobby! You look just perfect!"
Shaved and naked except for a pair of girl's panties with only a stub of my hard dick stretched tight and sticking out through the front. She had a strange idea of perfect.
"Now kneel down."
"Huh?"
"Kneel down, Bobby. How can you properly fantasize if you're not kneeling down?"
I didn't understand, but I got down onto my knees.
"Oh, yeah," she purred. "That's right ... hands at your sides. Now do that little twitching trick with your dick -- like you showed my mom."
I tensed up the proper muscles and ... holy shit! The ring held my dick tightly causing the skin to stretch tightly over the head ... and it felt good!
"OH!" she shouted. "It's working! It's working, isn't it??!"
"Y-yeah," I agreed. "I ... I think so." I twitched again. Oh, yes ... it did feel good. I watched in the mirror as the head swelled slightly, the skin stretched taut.
"Look at it, Bobby! Look at it in the mirror!" She stepped behind me and bent down so her head was next to mine. "God, your pecker looks *beautiful* like that!" she whispered as we watched my reflection.
Now I couldn't stop myself. These were actually the first pre-orgasmic feelings I'd felt in weeks. I kept twitching my dick -- watching in the mirror as the protruding stub bounced up and down.
"Do ... do you think you can cum, Bobby?" she whispered ... almost begging.
"Yes, I ... I think I can. I think I can," I muttered mantra-like. Oddly, it seemed to take great effort to keep moving those muscles. My heart started to race. My breathing faltered. This was a lot of work!
"Yes, Bobby. Do it. Cum. Cum for me," Tanya's hand had moved to her crotch.
I kept going. Kept trying. Kept flexing and pumping those muscles. Again. And again. And again. My whole body started heaving with effort. This ... could work, but ... almost there. Breathing heavily, I looked away from the mirror and up at her with frustrated eyes. I stopped and slumped over slightly, catching my breath.
Her excited look faded slightly. "Don't worry, Bobby. We'd have been shocked if you'd have done it right out of the gate." Then the sparkle returned to her e |
