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Oral Values: Frustration Fixation

By: Global Carol



(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)

After getting settled in his hotel room, Edward Thompson opened his laptop on the desk. After all this time he'd hoped to hear from her, but he knew he wouldn't. Eleanor was of his past and he had to refocus on the present and his future.

After that first encounter with Ellie, he could not get her out of his mind for weeks. They'd left it casual and exchanged phone numbers, but both had the feeling that this was a one-time thing. He never received a phone call from her and could not get himself to make the call. He was so shaken by the encounter he knew it was best to let it be.

His whole approach to psychology, his profession, was at risk. His sense of self required him to live from what his research proved: Sex that derived its pleasure from fantasies and sexual deviations was not "correct" sex. It was so simple to him. His work proved it. His published papers, all highly regarded, echoed this.

As an example, the work further explained, a woman who gets pleasure from anal sex itself is sexually normal. However, if the desire is for control by her partner, or desire for some kind of abasement, then the sex is abnormal. It was crystal clear to him.

And now there was the night with Ellie. He'd been in her control. He was completely at her mercy. She had controlled the encounter from beginning to end. She had rubbed his semen first all over her body, then his and finally had sex with him rubbing all the juices over both of them. This, in his expert's view, was completely abnormal. Sexual fluids had nothing to do with the pleasure of sex and the enjoyment of them, therefore, was aberrant behavior. Plain and simple.

How could he reconcile her rejection of his penis? She had teased him so badly he had exploded just from her finally holding the base of his cock with her firm little hand. That wasn't normal sex, either, he felt. It wasn't the pleasure of intercourse. It was the frustration and teasing of this extraordinary 100-pound woman that had caused him to have the largest orgasm of his life. He had just lay there and shot what seemed like quite a bit of semen all over himself, the bed and her. This was not normal, yet it was so exciting he could not get Ellie out of his mind for months.

And then he ran into her again.

Early the following spring he'd gone to the campus. He was walking towards the university library to do some research and saw Eleanor walking towards him. She was in a skirt with knee socks, of course, had her long hair tied back into a pony tail. With her small stature and the plaid wrap-around skirt, socks, and short jacket, she looked like a freshman at best. Noticing him as they approached she smiled and they stopped to chat.

"Hi," Ed began, "Listen, I've been meaning to call, but-"

"Hey, I'm sorry," she interrupted, "I really wanted to call you, but-"

They both laughed uncomfortably. Eleanor, too, had experienced something extremely exciting that night. She enjoyed sex immensely. During her European experience she had encountered so many men and so many ways of giving and receiving pleasure. She had learned early, possibly because she was always regarded as younger than her true age, that men were usually quite selfish and that she needed to control her encounters if she was going to fulfill her own sexual needs. She had learned a lot about herself and this, she found, made her happy: being in control.

That night with Ed was fun for her. Once he blew her first orgasm by not applying the exact correct amount of pressure to her clit while she sat on his face, she had gotten even and loved the rest of the night, teasing and controlling this guy. She would have enjoyed seeing him again, too, but felt the fun would be gone if it became a regular thing. She never did understand exactly why it was so much fun to tease and frustrate him, but that thought didn't stay in her mind very long. It was what it was and even her cruelty was something of a turn-on for her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Some research at the lib."

"Well, I just finished my last class of the day. Wanna get a cup of coffee?"

They walked to the student union, in the basement of an older, renovated building circa 1915. She put her arm around his and Ed felt a spark shoot from his arm directly to his cock. As they continued walking Ed could not believe how uncomfortable his hardening cock suddenly felt in the confines of his shorts. For her part, Ellie just remembered how much cum he'd actually shot and how wonderful it felt rubbing her body against the massive volume of cum all over his torso. She suddenly wanted to do it again. 

After a cup of coffee and some light chit-chat they headed to the library, a newly constructed modern affair. Eleanor had an assigned graduate student cubby-hole in the mezzanine between the first and second floors. This mezzanine consisted of a balcony surrounding the entire first floor with a railing and a walkway. Off the walkway were these graduate student study desks locked behind a mesh that almost made them appear to be individual cells, though much smaller. Each had a desk attached to the wall on one side and metal bookcases on the opposite wall. The back wall, which actually faced you as you walked in was divided into three even parts: on either outer side was a bookcase and in between them was a coat rail. After construction heavy velour curtains were hung in front of the rack area to minimize the echo in the large library main chamber.

After entering and hanging up her jacket Ellie turned and deeply kissed the excited but unsuspecting Ed. She had a plan to get herself off with his nicely sized cock and to continue her teasing. It was a little neurotic she realized, but it excited her and she needed it, she needed it immediately.

After kissing him for a few moments she cajoled him around so that he was now facing out with his back to the curtained off coat rack. Knowing she was taking a risk of being seen, Ellie quickly unbuckled Edward's pants, reached in and began to gently stoke his very hard cock.

Ed didn't know what to do. He knew that, for the moment at least, she was blocking his exposed cock to anyone who might pass by, but it felt very unsafe – and he was turned on in such a way that he'd only known the one other time he had been with Ellie.

Ellie pushed him back into the coat rack, behind the curtains, pulled out his cock from his pants further and slurped it into her almost desperate mouth.

Ed, behind the curtain could see very little, but that only intensified the feeling of her warm mouth slowly, but firmly moving his cock in and out, in and out. He was almost beyond control. Here he was, a preeminent psychologist with a specialty in human sexuality and he was in a darkened box 30 inches wide and about a foot deep, behind a curtain, getting his cock sucked by a woman ten years younger than he, on the other side of the curtain. If his peers ever discovered this – even though he was no longer married – he'd become the laughing stock of the community. And, he could do nothing about it. It was almost as though her mouth and his cock were the only two things in the world that mattered.

The oral excitement pushed Ellie very close to her own orgasm. Though she was not terribly turned on by the taste of cum she did enjoy giving blowjobs and loved the whole male orgasm thing, especially if a guy came strongly. Because of her first encounter with Edward she knew he'd deliver on that. Feeling that both of them were close to losing it soon, she quickly stood up. Standing up and turning around, checking to see if anyone was walking by on this side or the other side of the mezzanine (where one would have a clear view), she decided that, for the time being, she could get what she wanted.

She reached down under her skirt and pulled down her panties. Then, backing up very slowly, she hiked up her skirt in back, enough to get Ed's rock hard cock up her cunt. There was absolutely no need for any lubricant as she was as wet as she'd ever been. She could feel his cock enter between her lips, then into her vagina and then further, and further, until she could feel his body against her cute heart-shaped rump. Ed could not move: his back was against the wall of the closet and Ellie was slowly pushing and then easing and then pushing and then easing off him.

To a casual passerby it looked like a young coed was just leaning over her desk. To maintain this illusion Ellie, still at least a little aware of her surroundings, managed to open a book, upside down, but that fact remained completely irrelevant. All she needed was for Ed to move once more and she'd be in heaven.

For Ed, ditto. He pushed once, then again, and one last, ultimate thrust. It was slow, hard, forceful and Ellie felt like it was going to rearrange her insides as he made one final push inside of her wet pussy.

Ellie had already begun to come, her breasts tingled, her lower back began to perspire, her groin tensed around his wondrous cock, and her clit just seemed to say "OK. Here we go." And she was off. It was all she could do to keep her mouth closed and not let the entire library know that she was in the throes of ecstasy.

As she felt Edward begin to shoot, deep inside of her sopping wet cunt, her mind suddenly flashed on his massive orgasm and her little evil imp self decided to once again do something to take him down a peg. Though her orgasm continued as each of Ed's thrusts proceeded to deposit an ocean of sperm inside her, she slowly moved off his cock so that he was shooting less deep and only his head was still lodged inside of her. 

This was not as great for Ed as he'd felt when he first began, but the excitement of not controlling the encounter was such a turn-on that he just went with the flow, continuing to shoot gobs of sperm in this cute little body.

As they both finally finished their perfectly timed orgasms, Ellie pulled off his cock. She remained in the same, bent over position and reached back between her legs to grab Ed's hand. Not know what this was about, but not wanting to disappoint her, he felt her bring one of his hands, palm up to her cunt, and place his index finger on her clit.

This had two immediate effects on Eleanor. First she came again, like a shot out of the blue. Wham! She tensed up and just stood there, toes curling inside of her Reeboks. The second effect was from the orgasm itself and did exactly what Ellie had hoped. Ed had shot some of his semen deep inside her, but by pulling off his cock for the second half of his orgasm, much his semen was not far inside her at all. The tensing of her vaginal muscles simply caused most of that to drop, somewhat unceremoniously on Ed's outstretched palm while she held his finger in place on her clitoris.

By now Ed felt the juices sitting in his palm, but was helpless to move. Eventually she finished her surprisingly large cum and turned around to see a man's hand, palm up, sticking out from between the dark curtains with a huge pool of cum in it. Ed parted the curtain a little to see what was going on and gasped.

Ellie had bent down, her back to the mezzanine and slowly, even lovingly, took one swipe with her tongue across the little lake of his semen on his palm. Then she kissed him, pushing some of his cum into his mouth.

Ed stood there feeling both foolish and completely in her thrall. How could she do this to him? He could not figure it out. And he really needed to focus on what to do next.

Ellie quickly pulled up her panties, grabbed her books, and with a brief "That was wonderful," split.

Ed, standing there, was not able to pick up his trousers as that needed two hands. Frustrated and feeling ever more foolish with sperm spilling off his hand onto the floor, he could see nothing to do but to wipe the cum onto the curtains.

As he pulled up his pants he heard someone walking along the railing and quickly closed the curtain. Some of the newly applied cum now rubbed off onto his shirt and he cursed, "Shit. Damn it." 

He cursed Ellie for teasing him like this, but then he cursed himself for being so addicted to this young, adorable, mesmerizing, frustrating, and even cruel woman.

Walking back to his car, some of the semen now like the result of a wet dream in his pants and on his shirt-tails, he could only remember how much he was under her spell. There was nothing to do. He could only remember her scent and her beautiful rear and the ecstasy her felt in her luscious cunt.

(Continued)