She began to think of the times her lovers had left her a mess. How many times had the spent musk of love-making envelop her. How many times had her lover rolled over and gone to sleep as she cleaned up the messy consequences of the act. There was no need to feel sentimental toward Todd, or misty-eyed at his unfortunate slip from her soft pink pussy lips. He was sperm, that was all. And she had so much sperm before. Maybe her body was removing him like any other foreign invader. Maybe she unconsciously willed him to be discarded and her body simply carried out the execution? Who knows? There was no returning him to his precious manhood now, that was for sure. Her body was just eliminating another transgressor. His passing into oblivion, in that respect, seemed so natural. That was why what she did next she never regretted.
She took her finger and collected a little pearl of Todd she found suspended like a dew drop on the fat of her right thigh. Examining the little bead of semen between index finger and thumb, she wondered if this little globe held the one sperm that made Todd. She held it up close to her face, pinched it and pulled it apart between her fingers. It thinned into a sticky white string. She wanted to think the sperm that became Todd was suspended in this tiny rope. The smell of the it was becoming intoxicating. Her heart raced; her wetness spread and made a small puddle on the chair. She did not want to leave any incrimminating evidence behind, especially DNA, that was for certain.
"Hmmmm lover,you smell like man chowder." She toyed with the semen by stretching the glob even further. She smiled wickedly. "You sure look like man chowder..." she paused. "But how do I know you came from a man's ball sack without a little test?"
She contemplated the sticky goo with evil curiousity.
"Do you taste like man chowder, little one?"
Her lips parted, relieving a quick pink tongue. She rolled the top of her tonque across pearly white teeth, and then answered, with a cute, dimpled smile, the essential question most men wanted to know: "By the way Toddy, I thought I'd tell you. How should I say this. . ." She smirked slyly, but it was a smirk that foretold his doom. "I am not a spitter."
Toddy was going bye-bye. She had made up her mind that he belong in her tummy alright. It just wasn't the part of a Mommy's tummy any sperm yearning for life wanted to visit. Her tounge flicker over the creamy jizz between the two fingers, capturing it on its broad flat shelf. She made him tongue concave, holding him there in a pool. The index finger followed it as it retreated into her mouth, twisted slightly, the tip of it running the goo onto her taste buds. The lips closed.
Her eyes brightened as the little cumlet dissolved into the pool of saliva where she tasted. "Ummmmmmm." She was shocked as the little sample began to meet her sensory bulbs. Toddy carried a taste that was much different than she had expected. Little Toddy was delicious, and so complex. The musk of the ball sack was still there, of course, but there was a salty yet tangy delicacy to him. She savored the juice of Todd's conception slowly. It was very complex, on many different levels. Yes, she thought, it's like kissing the inside of his soul. So, so precious, so delicate. She was tasting all of aspects and ages of Todd at once--man, boy and baby-- and it was the most unbelievable sampling of a man she had ever experienced. Her salivary glands pumped out more enzymes and the ejaculate began to slowly dissolve. The taste of litle Toddy began to fade. But he was delicious, she thought. For all the trouble he caused he gave her one last moment with him to treasure.
What to do now? She blinked and swallowed what little trace of him was left.