Cum eating boyfriend 4

The next morning at school, I'd almost forgotten
how much my life had changed the day before. As
Tanya greeted me in the schoolyard that morning
with a deep and lusty kiss, my joy at having her
love returned. She stood there in front of
everybody with her arms d****d around my neck
while I stood there grinning in stunned silence.
I felt like the coolest k** in school.

"Good morning, baby," she purred, her hands
wandering over my chest. "You're coming over to
my house this afternoon, right?"

We were always walking around the schoolyard
together, but she'd never made such obivous
romantic moves toward me. I felt on top of the
world. Here was the prettiest girl in school
practically crawling all over me. I wanted to
shout out to everyone to look at me. Look at me
with my girlfriend. She's all mine.

"Of ... of course," I stammered happily. She
was impossible to resist.

"Wonderful! I'll see you after school," she
squealed. She wrapped herself tightly around me
and whispered in my ear, "I've been soooo wet
all morning thinking about being with you again,
baby. About how incredible you make me feel.
Only you."

I grinned goofily. The press of her body
against mine and her sultry tone quickly caused
my pants to tent out as a burgeoning boner
strained against the fabric. She giggled as she
felt it against her leg.

"Oooh," she whispered, "either that's a roll of
Certs in your pocket .... or you're just as
eager as I am to get that tongue of yours
lapping loads of spermy residue from between my
thighs." A giggle escaped her lips as she
copped a feel of my hardon through my pants.

My eyes shot wide open. Dammit ... how did she
do that?! How did she manage to interpret every
reaction of mine to her inate sexiness as an
eagerness to eat other men's cum? My mind
screamed as I tried to find the words to
disagree with her. But then, of course, the
schoolbell rang.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Gotta get to class. Meet
me over at my house after school, ok?" she said
quickly, skipping off toward the front door.
"Oh ... and make sure you're hungry baby!
You're going to get plenty of ..." she looked
around as if noticing for the first time that
there were other people around, "... your
'favorite treat'!"

With that, she joined a group of letter-jacket
wearing jocks headed into the school. I saw
Malph Ludder glance over his shoulder at me with
a leer as his hand slid up her leg and squeezed
her ass. She squealed with delight as she
playfully slapped his hand away and pulled down
her too-short skirt. I stood there dejected as
the group disappeared through the front door of
the school ... and praying that no one else
understood exactly what she'd meant by her
parting words.

I no longer felt like the coolest k** in school,
that was for sure. I felt as if everyone was
staring at me.

And as the schoolyard quickly emptied, my mind
raced back over her words.

"Certs??!"

* * *

I don't know why I waited in the parking lot
after school, but for some reason ... if only
out of morbid fascination ... I sat in my car
and watched as Tanya climbed into the back of
Malph's van with two muscle bound jocks. She
spotted me and gave me a playful, fingery wave.
She even blew me a kiss as the door slid shut.
My heart sank as Malph drove out of the parking
lot to who knows where.

The beefy bastard even honked and waved to me as
he drove off. I know he got a real kick out of
being able to fuck my girlfriend at a whim, but
we all knew there was nothing I could do about
it. Especially since Tanya went along with it
so gleefully. I could only hope that she didn't
tell him about what happened after they were
done as readily as she'd told her mother.

I absent mindedly drove to Tanya's house and
parked on the street out front. Some part of me
wanted to just go home ... to run away and never
speak to her again. But then I remembered the
look on her face when she told me she loved me.
I knew what waited for me when she got back from
her ride with Malph. I drew a deep breath and
steeled myself for what lie ahead. I loved
Tanya. I'd promised her and myself that I'd do
whatever it took to keep her happy ... and this
was part of the bargain. I decided to sit and
wait. After about an hour, I heard footsteps
outside my car.

"Knock knock", said the voice outside my car
window. It was Tanya's mom. I rolled down the
window.

"Bobby, there's no reason for you to sit outside
while you wait for Tanya. Why don't you come
inside and I'll see if I can dig up a snack for
you."

I followed her inside ... a little surprised
that she didn't expect to find Tanya with me.

"I've got a whole kitchen full of snacks for a
boy like you, Bobby. How about a nice frothy
vanilla milkshake? I can even stir in some egg
whites for texture."

"No, it's OK. I don't --"

"Some beef sausage then? I've got some thick
meaty ones."

"I --"

"Custard pie?"

"It's ok, really."

"Kielbasa? Rice pudding? Banana? Cucumber
soup?"

"No ... really, Mrs. K. I don't want anything
right now."

"Ah ... ok, Bobby. I see. You'd rather wait
for the real thing when Tanya gets home. No
problem," she said with a pat on my head.

Confused, I almost started to question her when
we heard the squeal of tires out front.

"Oh! That must be my darling daughter now," she
said, moving toward the front door.

Tanya came through the front door, looking an
absolute mess. She was carrying one highheeled
shoe. And her bra. Her dress was half unzipped
and one strap was off her shoulder. Her bright
red lipstick was smeared and her hair matted to
her sweaty brow.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho my, Tanya. You look like you were
rode hard and put away wet," she chuckled,
"which of course you were."

"You bet yer ass I was, Mom. This is so great.
I'm soooo glad you convinced me to be a slut,"
my Tanya said frankly as her mother helped her
across the room.

"Ohh, I'm so happy for you. I always knew it
would happen for you someday, dear. I can tell
you're exhausted, though. Until you're used to
it, getting gangfucked can be a rough
experience. Here, hon ... let's get you down on
the couch."

I watched in awe as this woman spoke happily and
frankly to her daughter about being fucked by a
group of young men. I stared silently as she
guided Tanya over to the couch. Tanya plopped
down onto the couch, then scooted her hips to
the very edge of the seat. She leaned back so
that her head rested against the couch back then
lifted her legs and hooked her arms under her
knees. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"I know what you mean, Mom. My pussy feels like
raw hamburger."

It looked that way, too -- red, swollen, and
obviously well stretched. A familiar sheen was
glazed over her pussy and upper thighs.

"Well, dear ... that's why it's so great that
you have Bobby to help you with that," said Mrs
K as she placed a pillow on the floor between
her outstretched knees.

"I know. It's the best part about being a slut -
- knowing that Bobby will be here waiting for
me."

Although both women had been talking as if I
wasn't even there, they now turned and stared at
me ... expectantly. I knew what they were
waiting for. Without really thinking about it
any further, I got up from my seat, walked to
the couch, and knelt down on the pillow. Tanya
grinned at me happily as she watched my head
descend between her thighs. As soon as my
tongue took its first tentative lick, she
continued.

"I know it sounds weird, Mom, but even as those
big, thick cocks are ramming into my pussy and
spurting their gooey cum, the only thing I can
think of is how great Bobby's tongue will feel
licking it out."

"That's not hard to believe, dear," said Mrs K
as she stroked the back of my head, "Bobby here
has obviously got a real natural talent for
cumsucking. It's only natural that you should
want to take advantage of it by getting your
pussy filled with as much of it as possible."
With that, she pressed the back of my head into
Tanya's crotch. My entire face was immersed in
the warmth of her flesh and the stickiness of
several men's ejaculations ... as Tanya cooed
with delight.

"Oooh, that tongue feels so GOOD!" she moaned.
"Thank goodness Bobby has a long tongue to reach
all the way up inside. I swear, there's enough
of those spermy wigglers in me right now to
breed an army. If it weren't for Bobby, I think
I'd get pregnant for sure!"

"But he's here now, honey -- doing his job.
He's not the type to let that happen to you,"
Mrs K said with a pat to the back of my head.
"Now, young lady, tell me all about .... say ...
where are those thong panties I sent you to
school in?"

Tanya's breathing changed as my licking began to
have an effect on her. "Th-they're s-s-somewhere
in Malph's v-van, I guess."

"Well, young lady, if you're not going to take
care of them, I don't think you should wear
panties at all."

"S-sounds good to m-me, Mom," Tanya purred.
"Now, do y-you w-want to hear about how I got f-
f-fucked t-today or not?"

"Of course, dear. Tell me everything," said Mrs
K as she continued to stroke the back of my head
and press my face downward, "Did any of them
fuck you in the ass?"

"C-c'mon, Mom, I've only been a s-s-slut for a
day. Y-you know that I've only had Bobby's
little p-pecker up m-my ass so far. But a-after
Bobby gets his dick all hard from eating jism,
I'd l-like to t-try taking it up the butt again,
o-k-kay Mom?"

"Well, that's up to you, dear. You're the slut.
But I must admit -- even though Bobby's dickie
won't put on much of an assfucking show -- I
would like to watch him suck the cum out of your
ass. I can only imagine how sexy that will
look."

"N-no problem, mom. Bobby likes licking my cum-
f-f-filled ass j-just as much as he enjoys
slurping sperm f-from my cunt."

"Is that right?" asked Mrs. Kohmfetter. I
thought for a second that she was actually
speaking directly to me for the first time since
Tanya got home, but then she continued. "I knew
he'd make a first class spermy ass-licker as
well as champion cummy cunt-lapper. As soon
he's done cleaning out of your pussy, we'll get
him to fill up your ass, ok?"

"I don't know a-about 'fill', Mom. He doesn't
sh-shoot v-very much. But it'll b-be enough for
y-you to watch ooze into his mouth."

"I'm sure it will be plenty, dear. I can hardly
wait," said Mrs. K. "And I bet Bobby here can
hardly wait until you're stretched enough to
take some real cock up your ass. I'm sure that
eating his own cum from there must be somewhat
like trying to tickle himself -- not nearly as
satisfying as the real thing."

"And d-don't w-worry about ... (oh yes!) ...
that, M-mom. Every g-guy ... (hunhhh) ... in
the b-back of that v-van wanted to f-fuck my
ass. I'll b-be bringing h-home ... (fuck, yeah)
... plenty of buttloads of c-cum for Bobby to s-
suck out."

I could tell by her faltering speech and
convulsing thighs that Tanya was about to
orgasm. I put any reluctance I might have had
regarding their plans for me out of my mind and
concentrated on making my Tanya happy.

"I'm cumming, Mom. Ohhhhhh-ohhhhh-ohmigod.
Only B-bobby c-can make me cum this way. God, I
l-love him!"

Her thighs clamped tightly around my head and I
felt the muscles of her pussy tighten against my
tongue. The spasming caused another huge
mouthful of slimy white semen to push it's way
into my mouth. I swallowed it easily and
continued probing her with my tongue. All
semblance of revulsion at what I was doing had
disappeared. I simply focused my mind on the
fact that it was me that was making her feel
this way. She'd said it herself -- only I could
make her cum this way. Only I could make her
feel this way. She loved me -- that was all
that was important. It didn't matter if I had
to swallow all the cum in the world.

* * *

Of course, Tonya's mom got her wish -- I later
ate my own cum out of Tanya's ass. I was
basically putty in the hands of these two women
and they were quickly forming me into something
which I'd never dreamed of being only a day
before. I'd spent many an afternoon over at
Tanya's house, but this was the second day in a
row that I found myself driving home with the
musky taste of semen permeating my mouth. I
figured it wouldn't be the last.

Although I'd basically accepted my new role in
Tanya's life, I did hope to have at least some
say in what was going on. The next morning at
school, I explained to Tanya how odd I'd felt
watching her drive off in Malph Ludder's van.
To my surprise, she quickly promised that I
could certainly expect a different scene that
afternoon. Sure enough, after school she came
right over to my car after school ... but she
came over to the driver's side door. I rolled
down the window to hear her.

"Ok, honey ... I'll be back in just a little
bit, ok? I understand how you want to be close
to me while I get gangbanged, but I don't think
Malph and the boys would be comfortable with you
watching."

I stared at her in disbelief as I realized just
how completely she'd misunderstood me. Seeing
my expression, she continued, "Oh don't worry,
baby ... I know you're disappointed, but I've
convinced Malph to stay here in the parking lot,
so you can sit here and watch the van until I'm
done, ok?"

With that, she skipped happily across the
parking lot and climbed into the back of the van
again. This time it stayed put in the school
parking lot. ... and started swaying back and
forth a few minutes later. A small group of
football jocks lined up outside, occasionally
pointing and smiling at me as I sat and waited
in my car.

* * *

"Thank you so much for waiting for me, honey,"
she cooed huskily as she climbed in the car an
hour later. "It's so nice of you not to make
Malph drive so far out of his way to take me
home." I thought about the fact that 'out of
the way' was about 3 blocks as she scooted
forward in the front seat and propped her legs
up on the dashboard, waving her hands under her
thighs to fan air against her obviously
overheated pussy.

I started the car and pulled out of the parking
lot, eager to get away from the stares of her
'friends'. I noticed her odd 'legs-up' position
and commented, "Y'know, I think you'd have less
chance of getting pregnant if you sat up and let
some of that ... uh ... well, it might have a
chance to drain if you--"

"Oh, and the boys were all talking about you
today," she beamed, totally ignoring my
suggestion.

"Th-they were?" I stammered nervously. I sat
horrified; I could only imagine how they'd made
fun of me. I wasn't exactly popular with the
jock crowd. "Wh-what did they say?"

"Honey, they're so sweet. They've all got
tremendous respect for you. They all agree that
they could never do what you do for me."

" ... what I do for ... " I repeated. Oh no,
she wouldn't tell them ... no. No way. She
wouldn't think of ... "Honey, you didn't tell
them tha--"

"I mean," she continued, ignoring my horrified
look, "they all know they're not mature enough
to be daddies at this point in their lives.
They think it's fantastic that they don't need
to worry about that with you around?"

"You mean ... you mean, they know?" I asked,
panicking that everyone might know about our
particular method of 'birth control'. God, I
could just hear them all howling with laughter.

"Of course they know, silly. Everyone knows
that I'm your girl. I make it perfectly clear
to everyone that you're going to be my man
forever ... even if I do get pregnant by someone
else. They think it's incredible of you to be
so understanding of my inherent sluttiness."

I was silenced in a combination of relief that
our 'secret' was still safe and shock that Tanya
had so eagerly volunteered me to be a daddy to
the c***d of another man.

"But we sure don't need to worry about that, do
we?" she continued with a huge smile on her
face. "Not with the way you suck cum. Not with
that long probing tongue of yours making sure
you lap up and gobble down every one of those
strong swimming little spermies," she said while
snubbing my nose with her finger in an
affectionate move.

I was beginning to get nervous again about
exactly what she'd told them. "Honey ... just
to clarify. Y-you ... you didn't tell them
about ... uh ... about--"

"About how you press your face into my warm,
gooey, freshly fucked gash and use your tongue
to scoop out all that goopy, spermy white cum?"
she asked, her innocent questioning gaze in
total opposition to the vulgar words she was
speaking.

I winced at her frank language. "Yeah. That."

"Well, no dear. I didn't. It didn't really
come up. But I don't see what the big deal is.
Is there some reason that you wouldn't want me
to tell them?"

I almost screamed, but tried to hold my
composure. "Honey, I ... please ... you've got
to understand. Those ... 'friends' of yours
have been picking on me since the 6th grade.
They always push me around and call me names
like geek, nerd, queer, faggot ... stuff like
that. If they knew that I was --"

"OOH! That makes me sooo mad!!" she fumed,
surprising me with her outburst. "You are NOT
queer! You're my BOYFRIEND for Pete's sake!
That's just ... OOH!"

I swelled a little inside at her vigorous
defense.

But then she continued. "Now 'faggot' I could
understand. Sure. A faggot is someone who eats
cum, so you could say that someone who eats as
much cum as you do is a faggot, but --"

"HONEY!" I cried out, shocked at what she was
saying, almost losing control of the car in my
shock.

" -- but 'queer'? No way! That would mean that
you're a homo. A gay-boy. Some limp-wristed
pansy who runs around looking for some sperm to
swallow. And that's just not a fair description
of you. That's not how is it with you, right?"

"No way! Of COURSE not!" I practically screamed.

"That's right. All the semen-sucking you do is
out of love for me -- a woman. You've shown
that. Over and over. You're certainly not a
homo."

"Exactly!"

Just a perfectly normal, completely
heterosexual, sperm-gobbling faggot."

"R-right!" I agreed, then realized exactly what
she'd said. "No ... wait. Stop that!" I
protested, "I'm not a faggot!"

"Of course you are, baby ... the way I define
it. I mean, what else would you call someone
who's sucked down over a dozen ball-loads of
jism in only two days?"

"Tanya, stop! You're making it sound like I'm a
homo!"

"But you're NOT a homo!" she said definitively.
"We've been over this!"

"I know! So don't call me a 'faggot'!"

"But baby, that's different! In my eyes, being
a little faggot cumsucker doesn't mean that
you're gay. Can't you see that?" she said as if
it were the most logical argument in the world.

"No! I mean, yes! I mean ... " I was starting
to get very frustrated. "Honey, I see what
you're saying about how YOU want to define it,
but ... everyone else ... I mean, the guys ....
oh, look ... can you just agree not to call me
that? You may not, but other people WILL think
I'm gay."

"Oh, don't be silly, honey. Look, you're a guy,
right?"

"Right."

"And you're straight, right?"

"Right!" I agreed empahatically.

"And you're a cumsucker, right?"

"Ri-- ... er ..."

"And you suck cum from my pussy, right? A
woman's pussy."

"Y-yeah, but .."

"And it's not like you're a cocksucker yet or
anything, right? So, you see ... being a guy
who eats cum makes you a faggot, but it's
perfectly clear that you're not a queer-boy
since you only lap up sperm from my freshly
fucked pussy. It's so obvious, honey. So you
don't need to worry ... no one would ever think
that you're a homo, silly." She punctuated her
'explaination' with a cheerful note and a peck
on my cheek.

We drove in silence as I tried to understand how
she could possibly claim that her argument
actually made any sense. She hummed quietly to
herself, apparently perfectly satisfied that the
issue was settled. After a few minutes, I
finally found the guts to reply.

"Listen, Tanya. Hear me out on this, would you
please? I really don't think that everyone
thinks of a fa-- ... I mean, I really do think
that if people knew ... uhh ... what I do for
you ... or if they heard you call me a f-f-
faggot," I choked out the word to make
absolutely clear what I meant, "they would
probably think that I'm gay or something."

She remained silent for a moment, as if
pondering what I'd said. "You really think so?"
she asked like she'd never heard the word used
that way.

"Yes, honey. Please ... don't call me that."

She appeared to think about it for a moment
longer.

"But," she looked over at me with big wide eyes,
"you'd be MY little faggot, baby."

"Nooooo!" I groaned.

"Oh, all right!" she finally agreed, sounding a
bit perturbed. "I would expect this from one of
those big-cocked piles of muscle on the football
team, but I expected you to be a little more
secure than to worry about what other people
think about how you and I use what is obviously
a term of affection."

"Affection? What?!"

She wasn't listening. "If you're so bothered by
someone ELSE's defintion of a perfectly good
word, I suppose I can refrain from using it."
Now she actually sounded annoyed.

"Th-thank you," I stammered, unsure of her mood.

"At least in public. Not all the time, anyway."

"Arrrrrgh!" I growled in frustration. "Honey,
please! If you tell anyone how I .. I mean ..
if anyone finds out about ... about --"

"Your cumsucking?" she added, actually managing
to sound helpful and pissed off at the same time.

"Yes ... my cum ... sucking," I said,
involuntarily using the term for the first time.
I shook it off and continued, "I-if they find
out, all hell will break loose, don't you see
that?"

"Oh, don't you worry, honey. The amount of cock-
cream you suck down will remain our little
secret." She really sounded annoyed now. "It's
becoming obvious to me that if someone like you
is so 'sensitive'," she used finger-quotes, "to
even the HINT of being considered a homo, I can
only imagine what some of my hefty-hung friends
would think. If they knew that their sperm made
its way into the mouth of a faggot each day, I'm
not sure how they'd react."

I winced at the sound of that word again. My
head was spinning. I had no idea what to say.
"Tanya," I begged, "please don't me mad."

"Oh, I'm not mad, Bobby," she said, sounding
very mad, in fact, " -- just beginning to
realize that you're not as immune to those
stupid 'manly' attitudes as I thought you were.
Those fat-dicked meatheads are so sexually
insecure that they have to fuck the tar out of
me daily just to prove their manhood. But you,
Bobby -- the moment you clamped your mouth
around my sperm-filled cunt, I thought you were
different than all of them. I thought that you
were -- at a minimum -- man enough to accept
that you're a faggot. Was I wrong about you,
Bobby? Was I wrong?!"

"No ... no, of course you ... wait ... I ..."
Man, I had no clue what to say. I'd never heard
her so mad at me before. So I just blurted out
what I was most concerned about, "Honey, don't
you realize that they'll beat me up if they
think I'm queer."

She gasped at that and looked over at me in
shock. "Oh my God. Do ... do you really think
so, baby?"

"Yes," I said quietly. "You don't know how they
are, Tanya. They've been picking on me for
years."

She remained quiet for a moment in thought. Her
tone was much softer when she continued, "Wow,
honey. You may have a point on that one. Mom's
taught me an awful lot about male psychology.
She says that men with bisexual tendencies are
more likely be violent when faced with it. I'm
pretty sure that most of those guys would just
love to have a little faggot like you suckling
their meaty cocks -- that's why I picked them --
but I suppose you're right in that they're
unable to accept that right now. Those simple
little minds of theirs are likely to think that
just because you end up with a belly load of
their semen, it somehow makes them gay. Right,
honey?"

"Ok, yeah, but ... picked them? What do you mea-
-"

"Oh, it's so OBVIOUS now! I see ... you're just
pointing out that while you're sexually secure
enough to admit you're a semen-sucking faggot,
those monster-meated morons are the ones who
have the problem. Oh, honey ... I'm so sorry
that I got mad at you. Can you forgive me?"
She batted her eyes at me.

I was confused as hell about what she'd said,
but mostly just glad that she'd found a reason
to stop being angry with me. "Well, of course I
forgive you, Tanya, it's just ..."

"You're SO right about them, Bobby." she
continued, ignoring me. "It makes them feel all
'manly' to pound away at my pussy like they do,
but they might not want to squirt their cum into
me if they knew you end up swallowing each and
every load. And neither of us wants THAT to
happen, eh?"

"Well, I ..."

"Y'know, I'd forgotten just how silly the thought
processes of a man can be. I guess I've just
gotten too used to the way you think, baby.
I'm so glad that you're different." She
reached over and squeezed my hand.

"I'm ... I'm glad, too," I repeated, unsure of
what else to say.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry I got upset with you.
I should have realized that even you would still
have some insight into a man's mind. Can we just
put this little spat behind us?"

"Of course we can," I replied, simply happy that
she was no longer mad.

"Wow," she pondered, "I guess you could call this
our first argument, Bobby. And ... I have to
admit -- you won. I was wrong and you were right.
I usually find it hard to admit when I'm wrong,
Bobby, but you bring out the best in me," she
cooed in a loving manner.

"Aw, shucks, honey. Thank you for saying that,"
I said, wearing a silly grin.

"Ok, then. It's agreed. I promise to only call
you a faggot when we're alone and that I won't
tell any of those horse-cocked meatheads anything
about your cum-guzzling until their weak,
insecure minds are ready to hear it, ok?" She
practically beamed at me, looking at me as though
we'd reached a common ground.

"O ... k," I agreed, wondering what point I'd
actually won in this argument.

"Wonderful!" she chirped. As we turned the last
corner in our trip to her house, she said "Oh
boy! We're almost home. I can hardly WAIT to
get inside and get my pussy vacuumed out. God,
it feels like there's a GALLON of cum in there."

I pulled up to the curb, silently dreading and
accepting what would happen once we got inside.

As soon as the car stopped, she pushed open the
door and leapt out. She teetered up the
sidewalk with her thighs held tightly together,
as if she had to go pee really badly.

"Hurry UP!" she shouted playfully as she reached
the door. "I can't hold it much longer!"

As I walked slowly up the front walk, I could
hear the giggles and shrieks of the two women
inside. The strangeness of the relationship
between those two didn't even phase me; my brain
had already been through enough loop-de-loops
for one day. As I made it to the front door,
the shock value of seeing Tanya's mother holding
her daughter's legs open to provide me access to
her sperm filled pussy provided only mild
stimluation. I closed the door behind me and
moved to my rightful place with my head between
her cum coated thighs. The rightful place of a
faggot cumsucker.

To be continued ...