9 comments/ 83747 views/ 20 favorites A Very Spunky Lady By: Charles Petersunn This is a story about a sperm fetish. If the thought of that is distasteful or repugnant to you, you really should avoid this story. It was inspired by a suggestion of a Literotica reader, who wishes to remain anonymous. I should also note that there is also a bit of a first time theme to this story, at least in the first half. All of the characters are at least eighteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I love a man's sperm. What's not to love? It's clearly the most important and wonderful gift a man can provide a woman. It's so clearly much better than flowers, lingerie, or even jewelry. Those are just material things. The stuff of a man's balls are the seeds of life: my future baby, our future child. What could be more wonderful than that?" These were all good arguments. Dr. Lowenstein would have to agree with that. Marilyn was one of Dr. Lowenstein's newest patients. She wasn't actually a patient though. She was here just for a diagnostic evaluation, requested on behalf of the chess coach. Marilyn was lying on Dr. Lowenstein's analyst's couch, looking up at the ceiling as she discussed her interest, her passion, her love; for male seed. She wasn't too sure that it was in fact a problem. Could it really be? But, after the chess incident, she was informed by the coach in no uncertain terms that she needed to seek a professional evaluation. But, that comes later in the story. It's probably best to begin at the beginning. Well, the very beginning did probably date back to childhood, embedded within the parent-child relationship. Most forms of psychopathology trace their roots to early "object relationships," as Dr. Lowenstein's mentor liked to say. But that form of deep analysis would only come late in treatment. Dr. Lowenstein didn't figure to need more than one session to reach a diagnosis. "When did you first notice your, um, interest?" Dr. Lowenstein inquired. She cursed herself though for hesitating in her wording for the patient's paraphilic obsession, if not preoccupation, with male sperm. As an analyst she strived to be non-judgmental, and certainly worked hard at not revealing any potential bias in the content or even tone of voice or manner of speech. It was precisely for this reason that she sat behind Marilyn, out of her line of vision, so that the patient could not read into her expression, or any subtle body movement, a sign of disapproval (or just as bad, personal pleasure). But, she had momentarily tipped her hand when she hesitated in how she described Marilyn's "interest" in male sperm. Marilyn though did not appear to notice, at least not consciously. And, if she had she probably would not have minded. Dr. Lowenstein was, after all, a well regarded sex therapist (e.g., "Teddy visits a therapist," and "Dr. Lowenstein's group therapy"), and it should not be surprising if she did in fact consider Marilyn's passionate interest to be a perversion. Clearly the chess coach, Mr. Fischer, was so inclined. Still, Marilyn was hoping that Dr. Lowenstein would cum, or come, to appreciate that it was a reasonably normal predilection, a harmless fondness, an innocent proclivity. "Goodness, let me think, let me think," Marilyn pondered. Dr. Lowenstein was tempted to remind the patient that she should just say the first thing that came to mind, letting her thoughts gush forth without censorship or restraint. But, it was also wise to let the patient take her own path. As long as she was making progress, the rate of travel would be her own. "Well, I don't think it was until I was eighteen years old. I really hadn't had that much experience before then." Dr. Lowenstein nodded. Dr. Lowenstein worked through the Templeton College psychological clinic. She had now seen quite a few Templeton students in therapy for sexual dysfunction, and it was striking how so many of them were quite inexperienced prior to college. It all changed once they entered college, clearly an effect of leaving the tight apron strings of their family home. Templeton students typically came from very conservative families, with parents who hoped that the administration of Templeton would watch their children as closely as they had been watched at home. Dr. Lowenstein felt that this degree of parental control was more problematic than helpful, contributing to a dysfunctional and at times even a dyscontrolled sexual adjustment as they wrestled with the freedom and stimulation they experienced at college. Marilyn continued her story. "I guess it was awhile ago. I was on a date, with Mike. He's my boyfriend. We hadn't really done anything up until that point, other than kissing and necking, you know, and, well..." She hesitated to add this point. "Some fondling." Once she said it though she found that she was comfortable talking about it. "I really like it when Mikey fondles my..." "Your breasts?" The doctor finished the sentence for her. "Yes," Marilyn acknowledged, her face reddening but she did absentmindedly reach up and lightly place a hand on her breast. Dr. Lowenstein observed the young woman's hand touching her bosom. It was striking how patients will seem to forget that the therapist is there, but that was, of course, the full intention of sitting out of the patient's line of vision. You wanted the patients to feel comfortable saying virtually anything, although perhaps not doing virtually anything, at least something not under the doctor's direct personal control and guidance. But, Dr. Lowenstein wasn't about to alert the patient to the fact that she seemed to be fondling her breast. That would only make Marilyn feel self-conscious and likely inhibit her free speech, her free associations. "He has such gentle hands, and he will so nicely squeeze...them." Marilyn released a deep sigh as she fondly recalled his fondling, while softly squeezing her own boob. She even lightly pinched her nipple. A warmth was developing within her thighs. "We would really go at it sometimes, I must admit." Marilyn giggled at the memory. "Well, we certainly did that one night. We were lying down on my parents' couch. Mike has a room at the dorm but I still live at home, which is fine 'cause when my parents go out we have a whole house to ourselves. In any case, we really were going at it pretty hot and heavy. Frankly, at the time it was really too much too quick for me. I felt I really wasn't ready for that, and for what happened." Marilyn recounted the story for the doctor. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It had started off with just kissing, long and sustained kissing, eventually leading to some tongue action, which itself became rather intense. Marilyn did really enjoy French kissing. There was something about exchanging tongues, playing around with her tongue in Michael's mouth, then his tongue in her mouth, wiggling and squirming one's tongues around each other. It could get pretty sloppy and wet after awhile, but proper decorum was not the priority when French kissing. Michael then slipped his hand onto Marilyn's breast. He never did that right away. He knew, or at least he figured, that Marilyn had to be good and ready before he could do that, and it was a very good sign when she was slipping him her tongue as he touched her breast. "Oh, Mikey," she softly sighed when she felt his hand touch her. Yes, she was ready. Michael began to gently and carefully fondle, caress, and even squeeze Marilyn's soft, young squishy boob. Why it felt so good to feel and fondle a girl's boob was beyond his ken. He just knew that it did, and his cock did so as well. It was straining within his slacks. Hoping that they would at some point be in their current position Michael had been careful to wear his loosest boxers. Perhaps tonight would be the night when Marilyn actually touched him, down there. He so, so, so much wanted her to do that. She never seemed to take the hint, and he had clearly hinted at it a few times. The clearest hint was simply its obvious presence, poking out his pants like he had a stiff rod stuck in there, which was in fact precisely the case. Marilyn though seemed to act like she didn't even notice its presence. If they weren't kissing she was snuggling, but always seeming to not make eye contact with his erection. He would try to make some sort of physical contact, but they usually necked sitting in a car, or sitting together somewhere. So it wasn't that easy to position his body so that his stiff dick was pressing against a thigh, or a bottom, or best of all, against her cunnie. He had, of course, considered just taking her hand and placing it on his erection. That would be well beyond a hint, but being so direct would be precisely the problem. Heck, it hadn't been that long ago that she had taken hold of his hand to move it away from her breast. Being so forward as to put her hand on his cock ran the risk of losing whatever progress had been made to date. She might just get all upset and shut everything down. But, tonight was different. They were not sitting together on the couch. They were lying together on the couch and, more precisely, he was lying on top of her, their tongues entangled, licking and lapping away in each other's mouths like thirsty puppies, his hand fondling and squeezing her boob, occasionally even tweaking and pinching her nipple, which wasn't really that easy through her blouse and brassiere. If only he could get his hand under her blouse. That would be so, so cool! But, that day was probably weeks away. At least though, in this position, she would have to notice his erection, and notice it in manner that would be very suggestive indeed, as he pressed it against the front of her, right against her cunnie mound. The first contact was simply electric. Actual physical contact with a girl's cunt was so fantastic, even it was through her dress and panties. He could actually feel the softness of her mound, its warmth, pressing against his stiff dick. Frankly, if he had wanted to he could have cum right then, right within his pants and boxers. It would be an "accident" that would not be at all undesirable, albeit it would certainly be terribly embarrassing. Marilyn's eyes opened wide when she felt Mike's dick pressing against her cunnie. It was quite the close encounter of the first kind, perhaps even the second, and it was very startling indeed. Marilyn instantly felt her cunnie warming and moistening. Michael's penis felt so hard and stiff through his pants. She raised her pelvis, as subtly as one could do such a thing, not wanting to appear forward or slutty as she was pressing her cunnie harder against him, against his hard, stiff penis. The movement was perhaps subtle to Marilyn, but it wasn't to Mike. His radar, his antenna, for any signs of rejection were on high alert, and when he got the signal that Marilyn was not only accepting the contact but was even literally embracing it, he responded in kind. He pressed his dick back against her, pushing her pelvis back down into the couch. Marilyn released her lips from Mike's and gasped, "Oh Mikey," as she felt his erection pressing hard against her. She wondered what it looked like, in real life, how big it might be. But, she did not dare touch it. That would probably be going much too far. She did want Mike to respect her, to love her for more than just a means with which to pleasure himself, but with his hard penis now firmly pressed against her womanliness, her femininity, she could not help but wonder, and desire, to feel more, to see more. She instinctively, naturally, squirmed her hips, rubbing her cunnie against his stiff, hard rod. It felt so, so good. "Oh Marilyn, yes," Michael gasped in return, squeezing her breast hard, rubbing and massaging her nipple with his thumb. He grinded his dick against the girl's receptive, willing cunt. "Mikey, Mikey," Marilyn moaned in her increasing lust, softly whimpering as she felt her cunnie further soften and moisten, seeming to melt at the touch of his hot metal rod. Michael became even more bold in his actions, no longer just rubbing and grinding but now even thrusting, simulating the movements that would occur if he was in fact fucking her, which he felt he was now essentially doing. "Mike, wait, wait," Marilyn suddenly exclaimed. Michael froze in position. He had gone too far! He knew he should have taken his time. But, they had just gotten so carried away. How could you reasonably expect a guy to constrain, to restrain himself at a time like this. Frankly, she should feel lucky that he hadn't actually taken his cock out and lifted up her skirt. But, now she was going to tell him to slow down, perhaps even stop for the evening as they had gone much too far already. "Your belt, it hurts," Marilyn softly explained. "Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" Michael was mortified. It kind of ruined the moment to actually be poking and scratching his girl with the metal of his belt buckle. That was hardly romantic, or sensual. But, Michael suddenly realized that an opening had been created. "Here," he said, pulling his pelvis away from her body to reach down and undo his buckle. Of course, he couldn't just undo it. That would be insufficient, perhaps even making things worse because now the buckle would be loose and more easily an irritant. Before Marilyn could object he also undid the clasp of his pants and pulled down his zipper. It wasn't that easy doing all this quickly and with just one hand, he needed the other to keep himself propped up over her prone body. But, there are some things that guys are very skilled at doing, and one of them is rapidly undoing their slacks at times like these. Marilyn though wasn't thinking of objecting. She wasn't really thinking at all. She was instead mesmerized by the sight of the bulge in Michael's slacks. She had previously avoided looking at it. She knew it was there. It had to be there and sometimes she had in fact even noticed it, but she had always tried to keep it out of her line of vision: out of sight and out of mind. But, now, she couldn't take her eyes off of it, his thing, Mike's manly, stiff thing; the hard, stiff thing that had been thrusting against her cunnie, that she had been holding tightly against her, grinding her cunnie against, feeling its hardness, its stiffness, against her softness, her warmth. It was his penis, his erect penis! Her breasts rose up and down with her heavy, lustful breathing as she watched her boyfriend undo his slacks, and open them up, leaving only his boxers between her eyes and his hard, erect manliness. Mike even pulled his slacks down a bit because if he didn't the belt and buckle could just work themselves in between their bodies. He almost ejaculated with the realization that he was in fact pulling down his pants in front of a girl, Marilyn, exposing to her eyes his boxers (thank goodness his loosest boxers weren't that terribly worn or frayed), as well as his stiff dick, which was now very obvious indeed. He paused a moment before he laid back down on Marilyn, wanting her to get a good look at it, hinting again that perhaps she might actually want to touch it, to feel it, to stroke it. Marilyn did not bite at the temptation, but she did enjoy the offer. She did though pull her arms tighter around Michael to bring his body, and his stiff hardness, back down to her, to again feel his stiffness pressed against her softness. Marilyn was not wearing the Templeton school uniform. If she had been perhaps the skirt might have been pulled up through the course of Mike's thrusting, or at least he might have tried to push it up. It would not have been that hard to do so. Marilyn, however, was wearing a long but very loose and thin summer skirt. It was her favorite summer skirt as she felt she looked really quite cute in it, and she was right about that. It was a gaily colored print, sprinkled with all sorts of spring wild flowers. It was too long though to be able to be readily pushed up, but fortunately it was also quite thin, and Marilyn immediately noticed the difference in the feel of Mike's erection against her cunnie, now that the relatively thick barrier of his slacks was removed. "Oh Mike," she sighed as his hardness pressed against her feminine mound. "Here, wait," Michael said. "I need to um..." He squeezed his hand down in between them, ostensibly to shift his erection into a more comfortable position. Marilyn giggled at the thought of what he was doing. It was kind of funny, as well as exciting, thinking about her boyfriend being so hard that his penis got stuck in his pants. But, Michael was in fact slipping his erection out through the flap of his boxers. It was a risky move, but he could claim that it had just accidentally slipped out through all the rubbing and grinding, and perhaps once Marilyn saw it she would want to touch it. Maybe even kiss it? His dick twitched at just the thought of that, which was really wishing for much too much. He returned his hand to Marilyn's breast. "Oh my goodness," Marilyn softly sighed when she felt Mike's erection again hug her cunnie. It was almost like they were touching bare skin to one another. It wasn't really, but it was considerably more intimate than she had ever experienced before. She could now clearly feel its outline against her tummy and cunnie: the soft round knob, the curved lips of his crown, and the full, thick shaft. Michael resumed his dry humping, although now proceeding at a much slower, sensual pace. "Mmmmm," Marilyn sighed with pleasure, and returned the gesture, spreading her thighs wider, making little circular motions with her hips, softly massaging the boy's big stiff penis with her warm femininity. It just felt so nice, so wonderful. She nuzzled her lips in Mike's neck and gave him little tender pecks and kisses. Michael let go of Marilyn's breast, with some reluctance. Once there you really don't want to leave. But, he had another, even better purpose for his hand. He squeezed it in between the couch and Marilyn's bottom to grasp hold of her soft, pliant derriere. Which is more fun to squeeze, a breast or a bum? Probably a breast, but this was the first time that Michael had in fact had his hand so intimately on Marilyn's bottom, and the first time is often the best time. Marilyn didn't even seem to mind. On the contrary, she softly exclaimed into his neck, "Oh Mikey," gave him a little nibble, and squeezed him tighter with her arms. Michael's grasping of Marilyn's bottom had an additional purpose, as it provided an even more effective means with which to press and squeeze her cunnie against his cock. He pulled her cunt hard against his dick. Marilyn even lifted her legs up, spread open her thighs, and wrapped her legs around the back of Mike's legs and butt, getting him in a very lewd and lascivious scissor hold, pressing his body, his stiff dick, even tighter against her, if that was in fact possible, and she resumed a more lascivious grinding and lurching of her cunt against Mike's stiff penis, his dick, his cock. Michael accelerated his movements as well, now providing a more explicit thrusting and driving. It felt terribly obscene to Marilyn, and it probably looked even worse. After all, they seemed to be actually having sex with each other. It was still though with their clothes on and so it really wasn't actual sex. It was certainly far short of really doing it. It was pretending to be doing it, and that was really quite innocent indeed, wasn't it? It certainly wasn't innocent to Michael, however. He felt like he was actually fucking Marilyn and, in his mind, and in his body, he was indeed doing precisely that. He gave it to her like he had always wanted to, in his dreams: hard and fast. Marilyn had never felt so aroused, so excited, so horny. Well, actually, she had, when she masturbated in the privacy of her bedroom, late at night. But, never this time with a boy, a guy, in her arms, gyrating and humping him like a bitch in heat. She fiercely humped in return, scratching her fingernails into Mike's back and whimpering into his ear, "Oh, Mikey, it feels so big and hard!" A Very Spunky Lady "Oh no! Wait! Wait!" Michael exclaimed in shock and concern, but not because of any buckle poking. He was suddenly hit with that feeling of inevitability and if he did not immediately stop he would go over the edge. Marilyn was either not hearing him or not listening to him, as she wouldn't let go. There wasn't even a pause to the humping and grinding of her soft, wet cunt against Mike's dick, feeling herself getting so terribly close, too close to call it off now, her only concern being whether she would embarrass herself with her orgasm, would act in a manner that would be shameful and humiliating or, perhaps even worse, leave a wet stain on the front of her skirt, as she could feel that she was indeed terribly, terribly wet. However, that was not going to be a problem, or at least not entirely the same problem. Michael tried to pull away, but she was holding onto him so tightly, like a dog with its legs wrapped around one's thigh, not letting go as it frantically humped. Michael felt himself go over the edge, his dick suddenly jerking and spurting its load. "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh Marilyn," he softly gasped as the orgasm swept over his mind and body in waves of blissful release. For a moment everything was so wonderful; everything was as good as it could be. Time seemed to stop. He never felt so incredible, so blissfully at peace, so entranced and euphoric, his dick squirting and spitting globs and wads of warm, wet, thick cum. The first time Marilyn had in fact made him do that, at least with her present in the room. Marilyn felt the sudden change in Mike's behavior. His thrusting and grinding had stopped, his eyes closed, a blissful expression swept across his face, his lips softly moaning her name. And then she felt the wetness against her body. She quickly unwrapped her legs from around his body and pushed him back to see the last few spurts squirt from his swollen, jerking knob, splatting its stuff onto her favorite spring dress. "Michael!" Marilyn exclaimed in surprise, shock, and a bit of horror. "Oh my goodness, look what you did!" "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it, really! I'm so sorry!" Michael apologized, over and over, albeit still gripped in the throws of his orgasm. He did though immediately cover his dick with his hands, as if he could hide the source for her cum splattered skirt. "What do you mean you couldn't help it! You can't control that thing? It just happens?!" She pushed him away, sat up on the couch, and stared with appalled horror at the mess her boyfriend had made. Goodness, gracious, aren't boys supposed to control themselves! Is this what they do? They just squirt their stuff all over you?! What the heck was he thinking? Clearly he wasn't thinking at all. He just let himself spew his gunky crud all over her! "This is my favorite skirt! It's ruined!" It was a considerable mess, and perhaps could quite possibly leave a stain. Does boy cum leave a stain? At the moment she felt he might as well have spilled grape juice on it. Actually, this was perhaps much worse than some juice stain. She certainly couldn't ask her mother how to get this out. And she loved this skirt so much. "Really, I'm so sorry." Michael did feel really bad. He quickly shoved his cock back into his boxers and pulled his slacks back up. What had for a moment been so wonderful had now become so terrible. How do you make up for something like this? "Here," he suggested, "it's not so bad, let me get a wet rag." "Not so bad?! Look at it!" But she in fact turned her skirt away from his sight. The embarrassment over what he would be seeing was even worse than having him see for himself. He would be looking at his cum splatted and soaked all over the front of her skirt, and especially in the most embarrassing of locations. She really didn't want him looking at it, let alone letting him use a wash cloth on it. "No, no, don't do that," she exclaimed, changing her mind. "You should just go now." She shifted a pillow over to hide her embarrassment, although being careful not to let it touch any of the wetness. She figured she needed to get her skirt quickly into some cold water. It would need a good soaking if she was to avoid any staining. Michael felt so terrible. It was like he had wet himself on her. How bad would it be to do that, and perhaps this was even worse, spewing his stuff all over her. Any boy would probably want his girlfriend to want him to shoot his load on her, at least on her bottom, breasts, or cunnie, if not on her face. But, few guys expect that a girl will let him do that, and even fewer would ever take the chance of simply surprising her with it, especially the first time. Yes, Michael had made a mistake, and a very big and bad mistake. "Really, let me at least pay for the cleaning. I'll be happy to do that." "Are you crazy? I'm not taking this to a dry cleaner! What would they think? Now, hurry up and go. I've got to soak this before my parents get home." "Yes, okay, alright," Michael meekly replied. He resigned himself to his fate, and submissively retreated from the girl's presence, albeit saying as he departed, "I'll call you later." "Yeah, alright," Marilyn quietly agreed, although without any enthusiasm and avoiding eye contact. She wasn't really so angry with him that she wouldn't want to ever see him again. She just needed some time alone, some time to recover, to think things over, as well to clean her skirt. As soon as Mike left the house Marilyn made a dash for the bathroom, stripping off the skirt as she ran. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Lowenstein did not understand. There was nothing in this story that suggested any desire for, let alone obsession with, male sperm. On the contrary, Marilyn appeared to be repulsed by rather than attracted to it. She expressed her confusion to the patient. "But, I wasn't finished with my story yet," Marilyn replied. "Oh, sorry." Dr. Lowenstein took a deep breath of annoyance, with herself. If she had just kept her mouth shut the patient would have eventually made her point. It was taking her a considerable amount of time getting there, but the therapeutic journey proceeds at a pace set by the patient, and it had not been without its own pleasure. Dr. Lowenstein had in fact by now crossed her legs, providing her own cunnie with a little squeeze. Marilyn continued her story. "Once I got to the bathroom, and I was holding the skirt over the sink I got such a strong whiff of the aroma, you know, of the...you know...the cum." "The aroma?" "Oh yes, yes! It's really quite wonderful, so fresh, and fruity. I had expected it to be kind of stinky, you know, given where it comes from, and everything. I mean, of course, I didn't think it would smell like pee, but something like that, you know. But, it was so different, so wonderful, so sweet and refreshing. It was like, well, intoxicating. Really, it was. Have you ever smelled it before, doctor?" It's not unusual for patients to ask their therapists personal questions, particularly when they are trying to normalize their own behavior. Any true analyst though would maintain a blank screen, declining to provide any information. This was not, of course, a true analysis, as Dr. Lowenstein used a variety of more modern and effective therapeutic techniques. Plus, this wasn't even therapy. It was just a diagnostic assessment. But, she did feel it was best for the patient in this particular instance not to offer her professional, or even personal, opinion (she did though enjoy its scent, and very much so). She simply just made the observation, "You enjoyed his scent." "Oh yes! In fact, well..." She hesitated in telling her any more of the story. The rest of the details were not that important, were they? Well, they probably were. "Um, well, it's kind of embarrassing." "Please, dear, you should never feel embarrassed to tell me anything." Marilyn knew that was true and, after all, Dr. Lowenstein was a sex therapist. She must have heard of things a lot worse than this. Still, it was awkward, to say the least, to admit out loud, but she proceeded nevertheless. "Well, I, um, well, I kind of postponed the soaking." "You did?" "Yes, yes. I, well, I in fact took the skirt with me up to my bedroom and I, well..." Dr. Lowenstein helped the young lady finish her sentence. She said with evident empathy and support, "You masturbated with it, didn't you." "Oh yes, yes!" Marilyn confessed, feeling rather shameful. What kind of girl would do such a thing? Maybe Coach Fischer was right! Maybe she really did need to be in treatment. "Now, Marilyn," Dr. Lowenstein reassured her, "masturbation is a very natural and healthy behavior." Basic information concerning human sexuality was often very helpful to provide. "While you have your skirt draped over your face because it's all soaked with boy cum?" "Yes, absolutely," the doctor confidently replied. Heck, she had once masturbated with a boy's jockey briefs pulled down over her face. Of course, that was a long time ago. She wouldn't do that again, although the memory of having done so was still rather pleasant. Marilyn felt so terribly reassured. If anyone was the best judge of what is normal it would be a doctor. And it had been so wonderful to diddle her clit, to finish what Michael had started, with her face enshrouded within her cum soaked skirt, taking in deeply its scent with every breath she took. Marilyn continued her story, and now enthusiastically so. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Marilyn met Michael as he was leaving his art history class with Professor Flanders. He really hated that class. He had figured art history would be so easy, but Professor Flanders was really tough. Still, though, there were a lot of cheerleaders in the class and they provided a nice distraction from all of the boring lectures (however, they didn't seem to be coming to class anymore). He was surprised to see Marilyn waiting for him as he exited the classroom. "Marilyn, wow, it's really good to see you." He wondered if he should say anything about his cumming all over her skirt. Perhaps it would be best to just let the subject drop. Bringing it up might just get her upset again. Let sleeping dogs and cum stained skirts lie. Last night he had even thought of sending her some flowers, but that would probably be too much, and her parents would wonder what the special occasion was. On the other hand, it is probably best to apologize too much than not enough. "Listen, I'm really sorry, about last night." "Oh no, no!" Marilyn quickly cut him off. "I'm the one who should apologize." She took his hand as they walked from the building onto the commons. "You?" "Yes, yes, I really over-reacted. I mean, well, you know..." Her voice quieted to a whisper. "Guys do that sort of thing, you know." She giggled as she thought about it. "Yes, yes, um, they, well, we...do." "I mean, we were both really getting kind of carried away." 'Nuts,' he thought. ;Here it comes. She's going to say that they need to slow things up, be more careful and reserved in the future. Well, at least she was no longer mad about it. That was a big relief.' "Yes, I guess we did," he agreed, but only half-heartedly. "I mean, well, I really should have expected that you might do something like...I mean, well, eventually. It's kind of like, well, you know, only natural." "Yes, yes." He didn't really know what more to say. It was a rather awkward conversation. Still, Michael could feel himself swelling within his briefs. Just talking about sex with a girlfriend was arousing, particularly when they were now just starting to have sex, at least almost starting. "Like, well, we'll just have to be more careful, next time. Like, well, be ready for it..." Her voice again quieted, "for when it happens." Michael could feel his dick swelling further. For when it happens, the next time? That was good news, real good news! "Sure, sure," he agreed, feeling the need though to adjust his dick in his briefs. It was swelling into a rather awkward position. "And, I am really sorry for chasing you away like that. Turned out there wasn't even a stain or anything." That was indeed true, even though she had delayed the soaking for quite some time. "Wow, well, that's good to hear." He would though now always look fondly upon that skirt. "I even thought of wearing the skirt again today, but I couldn't, of course, not on campus" (given the Templeton uniform requirement, see "Mr. Peters teaches Sara a lesson"). "You do look very pretty in that skirt." "Shut-up!" Marilyn replied, wacking him on the arm. But, she was smiling. She did like the compliment. She would though always smile fondly whenever she again wore the skirt. "Well, I am glad you're not mad at me." "Me? Mad at you? Why would I be mad?" "Because I was so hysterical, and mean, and everything." "Really, no, you had a good reason to be upset. I really should have stopped, or at least warned you." He had in fact tried to do both, but he didn't remind her of that. "Well, I want to make it up to you, for treating you so badly." "Oh? Really? Um, no, no, honestly, you don't have to do anything." "Come here," she said, and led him by the hand to a secluded corner beside the Natural Science building. Michael did not know what Marilyn had in mind, but he was certainly intrigued. Once they reached a spot behind a large bush, the sidewalk just on the other side, Marilyn looked carefully around to be certain that they could not be seen, and then stepped up close to Mike to whisper in his ear, "Take it out." "What?!" "Shhhhh," Marilyn admonished him. "We don't want anyone to hear us, silly. C'mon, hurry up." Marilyn had not been planning on providing right away this compensation to Mike for being so traumatizing the other night. Their next date was the most likely time, but once she got it into her head she decided that she really didn't want to wait. She would only just be thinking about it for the rest of the day. It was best to just do it now, and the sooner the better. Michael though was not at all certain that this was a good idea. It seemed a little risky. However, before he could raise an objection, Marilyn literally took matters in her own hands. She put down her purse and reached out to undo his belt. "Wait, wait," Michael protested. He certainly didn't want his entire pants undone. If someone did come along it wouldn't be good to have them at his ankles. "You don't have to do all that." He unzipped his slacks and reached inside. "Let me, let me," Marilyn urged. She wanted to get it out herself, which was certainly fine with Michael. Michael smiled at Marilyn's enthusiasm. Apparently he would no longer have to try to provide not so subtle hints. She went after it like a kitten attacking a new toy. Marilyn, however, was not terribly experienced at extracting hard dicks from boys' pants. Actually, she didn't have any experience at all, and that became immediately evident as her hand fumbled around inside, searching for the flap. Of course, she was also distracted by the feel of his hardness through his briefs, and she spent a bit of time just contemplating, pondering, and feeling it, her heart racing at the recognition that her hand was touching its first erect penis. She became quiet as she considered its stiffness, its length. It was a moment Michael had long been waiting for, for the feel of Marilyn's soft little feminine fingers exploring his cock. Her fingers felt so, so nice. He was struck so hard by the fact that the fingers of a girl felt so much better on his cock than his own, and his own had felt pretty darned good. Marilyn was on a mission and she could not dally for long. She withdrew her hand from the shaft to find the opening of his briefs. Which side would it be on? It was a little embarrassing to be so inexperienced at this. Michael was squirming a bit with the forceful fumbling of Marilyn's hand in his pants. He cursed himself for deciding to wear briefs but, then again, how could he have known, or expected, that Marilyn would be wanting to reach within his slacks to pull out his cock? "A bit more to the right," he suggested. "Oh yeah, yeah, I got it," Marilyn replied, and slipped her hand through the flap to grasp hold of Mike's naked stiff dick. She paused again at the first touch of skin on skin. His erection felt so smooth, so thick, and so long! "Mikey," she whispered, as she let her fingers and thumb explore its length. She became particularly curious by the crown, with the big lip and the soft knob. Michael gasped when the girl's fingers caressed the underside of his crown. He was so sensitive there. "Goodness," Marilyn exclaimed, "I didn't hurt it, did I?" "No, no," Michael reassured her, his voice a bit breathless. "It's nice. It's real nice." Marilyn giggled at his evident pleasure with her touch. It was really cool having this much of an effect on a boy. She just had to get a better look at it though, and she started to pull on it. She struggled again as she tried to pull it back out through the flap. It would make it a lot easier if she could bend it, or if he wasn't so big, but it was of course pretty cool to have a boyfriend with a really big hard one. Michael was hurting a bit as she wrenched his stiff dick back through the narrow slit of his briefs. He couldn't help grimacing but fortunately Marilyn's eyes were glued to the prize. She smiled broadly, her eyes widening with delight, when it finally popped out. "Goodness, Mike, you really do have a big penis!" "Shhh." It was Michael's turn to remind her to be quiet, but he was naturally very proud and pleased. What boy wouldn't be pleased when his girl is impressed by the sight and size of his cock. "Thanks," though was all that he could muster in response. He glanced around, just to double-check that they were indeed out of sight of anyone else, and that nobody had apparently heard her impulsive exclamation at the sight of his big dick. Marilyn began to stroke her boyfriend's cock, although not entirely sure whether she was doing it correctly. "Ooooh," she cooed admiringly, "I like how the skin slides on and off the tip. Does that feel good?" "Yeah, yeah," Michael gasped, "it feels real, real good." "Is this how you play with your penis?" It was a natural question, as she did want to do a good job, and he probably had a favorite way of doing it. But, as soon as she asked she regretted having done so. You probably aren't supposed to ask guys how they masturbated. It wasn't in fact how he did it. Marilyn had her entire hand wrapped around the shaft and for the most part was sliding her fist up and down the trunk. Michael would normally hold it with just the tips of his fingers and thumb, and would grip it just hard enough that his fingers didn't actually slide along the skin, sliding the skin instead. But, he didn't really want to explain that to her, as if he was being critical and unhappy about it. What she was doing was really plenty darned fantastic! "What you're doing is great, Marilyn, really." "I'm glad," she replied softly, and then leaned in tighter against him, pressing her breast into his arm. They were both quiet for awhile, the only noise being the quiet sound of Michael's foreskin sliding on and off the very swollen, purple knob, along with the chirping of some birds, and occasional voices and footsteps along the sidewalk on the other side of the bush. Michael wrapped an arm around Marilyn's shoulder, pulling her, and her breast, more tightly against him as he leaned back against the side of the building, closing his eyes and basking in the wonder of the moment. He was actually being jerked off by a girl, and by Marilyn no less. Sometimes life is so, so good. A Very Spunky Lady Marilyn's eyes were mesmerized by Mike's erect penis. It really wasn't that big. It was just normal in size, but to Marilyn it really did look and feel like it was a very powerful and threatening truncheon. It was like she was holding a dangerous gun in her hand, and she had never done that before. Her heart fluttered as she anticipated its eventual explosion of cum. "Do you think you will have as much stuff as you did last night?" "What? Um, well, sure, I s'pose." It seemed like a bit of an odd question, or at least he wasn't expecting her to be particularly curious about that. He also noticed how she avoided saying his cum. He guessed it went along with her tendency not to use words like cock or dick, preferring instead to call it a penis. She was still a bit inhibited. "I was just wondering," she explained, somewhat absentmindedly as she continued to slowly slide her fist up and down his shaft, watching the purple plum go in and out of view with her strokes. "I know boys need some time to recover you know, and you did squirt an awful lot." Michael needed very little time. He was still pretty young, being only nineteen years old. Heck, five minutes would be more than enough, if even that, and last night was hours ago. "It's fine," he responded breathlessly, his own eyes now opening to enjoy the sight, as well as the feel, of Marilyn's little fist sliding up and down his dick. Marilyn shifted her eyes to look into Mike's, a playfully flirtatious smile on her face as she said, "Well, certainly a big, strong, handsome boy like you wouldn't need much time. I bet you will have lots and lots of stuff." He smiled back but that remark did put a bit of pressure on him as he hadn't really felt that the volume of his release would be that interesting or important. He had felt that his cum was more voluminous if he hadn't jerked off for days (which wasn't too often), and it was certainly bigger the longer he stimulated himself before cumming, neither of which would apply now. In fact, this would not be a very long masturbation as he was feeling himself getting pretty close already. "I think I'm getting there," he gasped, this time providing her with ample warning. "Wait, wait," Marilyn quickly responded as she let go of his cock to reach down into her purse, from which she extracted a clean, frilly handkerchief. "Here," she said, "you can squirt your stuff into this." She put he purse down and used her left hand on his cock, her right hand carefully positioning the handkerchief in front of it. Michael was surprised at that. She had never acted like a neat freak. Plus, she had been so upset the other night about him getting it all over skirt. Now she was even going to have him spew his load into one of her better handkerchiefs? Well, he certainly didn't mind. He imagined it would be almost like cumming into one of her panties, which was not a bad thought at all. Marilyn shifted over to stand more in front of him, keeping the handkerchief carefully placed between her clothes and his dick. Michael could feel his legs getting weak and shaky. He reached out to brace himself with his left hand on her shoulder, using the other to grasp hold of her breast. What's better to hold onto while one is cumming than a soft, squishy boob. "Marilyn," he gasped and gave her a big squeeze. Marilyn's heart raced as she could tell that the dam was about to burst, flooding her handkerchief. "Do it," she whispered loudly, "let it squirt real hard." "Here it is," he moaned as his legs trembled and his dick suddenly lurched in her hand, spewing out a big white glob of sticky, sloppy cum. "Oh my goodness, Michael," Marilyn exclaimed, her eyes widening with delight and wonder. "Look at it go!" It looked pretty good as it continued with rapid fire bursts of cum, but it felt even better. It even felt better than last night's orgasm, if that was in fact possible, as this was indeed a very special one, being provided by the girlish fingers of Marilyn, and much to her pleasure and delight in doing so. If there was some relationship between love and sex, Michael never loved Marilyn more than he did right now. Marilyn was also doing a real good job managing the handkerchief, catching virtually every drop, despite the twitching and jerking of Mike's erection in her hand. "Ooooooh," she repeatedly cooed as she watched the firework display, admiring each impressive glob and rope exploding from Michael's dick onto the soft white cotton that rapidly filled to capacity. Some of it though, particularly at the end, did dribble back down the shaft, onto her fingers. She used what little dry parts of the handkerchief remained to clean off his penis, but not her fingers. For that, she turned away from him, pretending to check to see if anyone had seen them, but in fact to bring the cum on her fingers to her lips. She just had to see what it tasted like and she didn't feel comfortable letting him see her do that. As soon as her fingers got to her lips she was treated by that lovely fresh, fruity scent, but was then surprised by the more salty taste. It wasn't at all what she thought it would taste like, or at least the taste didn't really match the scent. How odd is that? But, it wasn't a bad taste, at least not to her. In fact, as she swished it around in her mouth she quickly grew to appreciate it. It was kind of like coffee, which was rather bitter the first time but the taste did grow on her. She turned back around to see Mike returning his slackening penis back into his pants. "Marilyn, man, really, that was just great." He would definitely have to send her some flowers now. Her parents would wonder what the occasion was, but a woman deserves flowers for jerking you off. And, perhaps she could just say that he was becoming more romantic. "You really did like it?" Marilyn asked, absentmindedly holding the soiled handkerchief just under her nose, breathing in deeply that wonderful scent of his cum. "I loved it," he replied and pulled her to him to give her an affectionate and appreciative kiss. "And, I love you," he added as the kiss was broken. "I do too," Marilyn replied, "and I did too," she admitted, blushing with the confession. And, much to Michael's surprise, Marilyn folded up the very wet handkerchief and carefully tucked it into the pocket of her blouse, clearly running the risk of at least some of it soaking through the fabric. Marilyn wanted to be able to enjoy the scent for the rest of the day. It would help offset the boredom of her professors' lectures. "Mikey," she whispered, "can I ask you a question?" "Well, yeah, sure." Right now he would answer anything she asked, and do anything she asked. "Do you think it's wrong for a girl to, well, um...". She looked away from him as she said the last part, "take it in her mouth?" "Well, no, no, not at all." His heart seemed to miss a beat as the excitement of such a thought raced through his mind, and body. "You don't think that would be, like, well, perverted, or slutty, or anything like that?" "Absolutely not." "You wouldn't think any less of me, if I wanted you to do that?" Michael again took Marilyn in his arms, tenderly embracing her. "Not at all, Marilyn, not at all," he reassured her. "I would love you even more, if that was possible." "Oh shut-up," Marilyn replied, playfully wacking him on the chest, but very much appreciating his sincere affection, and reassurance. "But, well, I don't think we should do it right away." She pulled back away from him to explain her plan. "Let's wait awhile so you will be all replenished, and everything. Goodness, you probably need some rest after two days in a row!" He didn't explain to her that he jerked off almost every day, never having any difficulty working up another good load. Somehow he felt that was probably more information than she would want to hear. He would in fact be quite happy, and ready, to have her do it tonight, but he could probably wait. He had waited much longer to get to just this point, and that wait had surely been worth it. She added, before he could actually reply, "Okay, well then, um, we can do it, let's say on Friday? Friday night would be good. My parents will be out for the evening." "Yeah, sure," he replied, feeling his cock already stirring at the thought. "Now, don't you squirt any of it before Friday, Michael. I want you to save it all for me." "Sure, sure," Michael replied. "Promise me." "Yeah, sure, I promise." She picked up her purse, took him by the hand and led him around the bush back to the sidewalk. "What do you do to build up a lot of it? You can't like actually exercise it or anything, could you?" "Um, no, no, I don't think so." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Marilyn turned her head to speak more directly to Dr. Lowenstein, albeit she still couldn't actually see the doctor. "You know, I guess I should really ask you that question?" "What question is that?" "Is it wrong to have a guy cum in your mouth?" "No, dear, not at all." Dr. Lowenstein again chose to answer this question directly and affirmatively. Sometimes patients need clear, strong feedback, particularly when they are troubled over something that is not at all ambiguous. But, it was not a strange question, at least in Dr. Lowenstein's experience. Templeton attracted so many conservative families and students. There was even a group of girls who belonged to a purity club, all wearing a club ring signifying their devotion to remain pure until they were married. It was, of course, their free right to make such a choice, but it was troubling to the doctor when the girls confronted other young ladies, trying to make them feel comparably guilty and ashamed for what they were doing or even just considering. Well, repression of sexuality was at least helpful to the business of psychotherapy in generating future clientele. Marilyn breathed another sigh of relief. Visiting Dr. Lowenstein was turning out to be a much better experience than she had expected. "Well, that's good to hear, given the rest of the story." "Yes, yes, please do continue." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It wasn't too long after Marilyn and Michael separated that Mike realized that he was building up a pretty good load. It was difficult for him not to think about, to fantasize about, what it was going to be like to actually have Marilyn take him in her mouth. He was actually going to get a blow job! And whenever he did think about it, wonder about it and imagine it, which was rather often, he would start developing an erection, his balls churning with lustful arousal. It took all his strength, all of his self-control, not to jerk off before that fateful Friday approached. His sleep even became disturbed and disrupted with some pretty strange dreams, dreams he definitely would not share with Marilyn. He also wondered if perhaps he should jerk off, otherwise he might cum too soon, too quickly. But, he had made a promise, and Marilyn was pretty good at telling when he was lying. It was funny how she seemed to be so good at reading the expressions on his face. So, he dutifully restrained himself, but his balls did indeed feel rather full by the time Friday evening arrived. He washed himself extra good down there before he came over. It wasn't easy not developing an erection in the dormitory shower as he soaped his penis again and again. He even considered dabbing a bit of cologne on his thighs or abdomen. That might be a nice touch. But he decided against it. If she figured that out she might think it was a little weird. Guys don't wear cologne down there. Of course, she might in fact change her mind. None of this would be imaginable a couple of weeks ago. It wouldn't be too surprising if Marilyn had second thoughts. But, he sure hoped not as he would be going home with a pretty severe case of blue balls if she did (she would at least though jerk him off, probably). He arrived with flowers. "Oh, what beautiful flowers, Mikey! They're my favorite!" Carnations were her favorite, which was fortunate as they were not that expensive. "Come in, come in! I'll get these into some water. You can get the DVD going in the family room. There's already some colas there." Could she have actually forgotten? Michael had a moment of concern, of doubt. But, of course, it's not like he should have expected her to announce her plans of giving him a blow job as soon as he entered the room. That would be a bit odd. She waited until they were curled up on the couch. "Okay, I was thinking," she explained, speaking as if she was making dinner plans, "we could do it right away, before the movie, or wait until after the movie. Which do you prefer?" But, typical for Marilyn, she didn't wait for his preference. "I was thinking we should wait until after the movie, that way it'll be kind of like the highlight of the evening, and everything." She was speaking so rapidly that he really couldn't get a word in. "But maybe if we did it right away then we could do it again at the end as well, but then maybe you really couldn't do it twice in one night, or at least there wouldn't be as much stuff the second time. Do you think you use it all up each time, or is there always some left over? It'd be nice if you could control how much of it comes out, like, you know, if you wanted to save some for later. What do you think? I really think we should just wait." She finally stopped talking. She was feeling a little nervous and it definitely showed. When your girlfriend provides her preference you don't endorse the other option, particulary if a blowjob is involved and in this case it was the precise point of discussion. "Waiting is fine. I think that's an excellent idea." He also felt she wouldn't be so nervous later in the evening. Michael though did have one further matter that needed clarification. As a gentleman he should provide a comparable gesture. "I'll, um, do it for you too, you know, when we're done," and he suddenly added,"or at the same time, if you prefer that." It was so awkward to talk about this. Shouldn't love making be more spontaneous and not planned out like some sort of family picnic? But, he really didn't want to screw this up. Marilyn had been worried about this. It was an obvious complement to her pleasuring Mike, in that way. And, tonight she was wearing a very short skirt. But, she didn't do that to make it easy for him to get there. She had another reason. "I, well, um, Mike, I just don't think I'm ready for that yet." It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it. Just thinking about it made her feel warm and wet down there, but she really felt that would be going too far. And, she wasn't entirely sure that Mike would really want to do such a thing. She certainly didn't want to give him the impression that he would have to do it because she was doing it for him, because frankly she really wasn't doing it just for him. She was doing it very much for herself. "Honestly, I don't mind," he replied, and then realized how poorly phrased that was. "I mean, well, I would like to do it. I really would." But, that only raised doubts in Marilyn's mind. She didn't really want him to do it. She just wasn't ready to have Mike get into her panties, but now he was suggesting that she was denying him something that he really wanted to do. Michael, though, did help by adding, "But, if you would rather wait." Marilyn quickly nodded her head. "Yes, yes, I would. Is that okay? You don't mind, do you?" He would prefer to do it, especially if they did it at the same time. Just thinking about that made him swell. But, he was now glad he asked, because she clearly wasn't ready for anything like that. He pulled her closer to him, gave her a hug, and said, "It's fine, really, we can wait." But, waiting through the movie did make for a rising and frustrating anticipation. Michael was going in and out of erections all through the movie, trying his best to keep his mind off the topic. And, it didn't help that Marilyn was snuggling up against him on the couch, at times resting a hand on his thigh. It also didn't help that the movie was "Old School." Mike had seen it. Marilyn had not, and when the scene in which the girlfriends and housewives were attending the blow job seminar (practicing on fruit, vegetables, and other faux penises) Mike swelled to full glory as Marilyn blushed and giggled. Afterward she went out to the kitchen to get more snacks, returning with a large carrot, with which she proceeded to absentmindedly slide in and out of her mouth throughout much of the rest of the movie, driving Michael up the wall. She giggled as she did so, particularly when she went so far as to kiss and lick the carrot stalk. Michael had never so much wanted a movie to end. Once the credits began to roll so did his erection throb with lust. Marilyn was equally anxious to begin. "Okay, okay, how do you think we should do this? Should I like, well, be lying down, you know, so that it will be pointed downward? We don't want to spill any of it." "No, no, we don't want to do that." He hadn't really given any thought to the position. He just assumed that she would kneel next to him on the couch, or between his legs on the floor, and he certainly wasn't worried about spillage, although perhaps he should. After all, it was Marilyn's parents' house, but how much spillage would there really be? He again wondered if Marilyn had a true appreciation of how much cum was in fact ejaculated. He sure hoped he would not disappoint her. Marilyn giggled as she lied down on the carpeting of the family room and gestured for Michael to join her. "C'mon, get your pants off, and you can kneel over me. I think that will work best." Michael was really very happy to do that, and he didn't suppress his joy as he undid his belt, button, and zipper, and then pulled down his slacks and boxers all at the same time, but then realized that he hadn't yet taken off his shoes. So, he had to sit back down on the couch to get his shoes off, his pants and boxers tangled around his ankles, his naked erect cock poking hungrily up into the air. Marilyn giggled at Mike's struggle, knowing that it was due to his excited enthusiasm, and his state of excitement was really quite visibly, concretely evident. She gazed longingly, hungrily at her boyfriend's naked erect penis, licking her lips in anticipation. The purple plum looked so delicious. Her heart raced when he stood back up, now without shoes, pants, or boxers, his erection jutting out from him like an angry cobra towering over her prone body. It looked especially big from her current perspective, lying prone beneath it, and knowing that it was about to enter her mouth. She couldn't really get all of that into her mouth, could she? She was feeling almost as nervous as she was excited. She could feel moisture gathering within her panties. She squeezed her thighs together. Her eyes were fixed on the swollen stiff organ as it got closer and closer, like a battering ram slowly approaching the castle gate. At least this bludgeon would not have to break through any resistance, but it certainly did look like it could, if the need arose. She dutifully opened her mouth as he got into position, kneeling above her chest, and then leaning forward to position the head of his dick against her waiting lips. Marilyn never looked prettier than she did now. Marilyn was indeed a very pretty girl, and she appeared now especially girlishly cute in contrast to Mike's stiff masculinity. She had large round sparkling blue eyes, a perky nose, rosey red cheeks, and very cute dimples when she smiled, which she did now as the cock was just inches from its target. She reached up with her right hand to grasp hold of the shaft just as it reached her lips. She did this not only to be helpful to Mike but to also help control the monster. She was a bit worried that he might just suddenly plunge the bludgeon down into her mouth, pressing against or even past her throat. Goodness, he could really do some damage with this thing and she was in a very vulnerable position. She couldn't really escape if he just suddenly thrust downward. A Very Spunky Lady Plus she wanted to first just hold it there, with just the crown in her mouth, savoring the moment, and the taste, of her man's penis, his cock. Perhaps she should now consider it to be more than just a penis, now that it was lodged within her mouth. She sighed with deep pleasure and satisfaction as she closed her eyes and began to softly lick the slick, swollen bulb. Michael gasped with pleasure at the first contact of her tongue on the head of his dick. The feel and sight were both so overwhelming. Is there anything that feels better on a cock than a tongue? He couldn't imagine it. He knew that some company's sold fake vaginas to use for masturbation. Did any of them ever include a mouth with a simulation of tongue action? They really should, as it was really quite wonderful. Plus, the sight was tremendous: the vision of his stiff manly dick impaled in the sweet girlish face of Marilyn. Nothing could really be a better sight than that, a really true wonder of the world: the contrast of his obscene cock within Marilyn's innocent sweet lips. He began to slowly and gently slide it in and out of her mouth. She did not resist. She let go of the shaft to let him make love to her face. He was being careful and prudent. She used her fingers to softly, and equally gently, finger, caress, and tickle his balls. She figured he might like that and it was probably good to prime the oven that was cooking the manly gruel. Of course, she was all the time using her tongue on his knob and shaft. Michael did at times bring his cock all the way out. Marilyn would softly whine with frustration and disappointment as he did so, but he so much enjoyed the feel and sight of her pursed lips kissing his glistening knob, and then the vision of it re-entering again, slowly spreading her lips apart as the big, round, swollen bulb gradually slipped past. Marilyn wasn't quite ready for Mike to get under her dress and into her panties, but that didn't mean that she couldn't go there. And, with him facing her, and being quite fully distracted, she could pleasure herself with her own fingers unbeknownst to him. She wasn't too sure why she was uncomfortable with him seeing her finger herself. After all, he was now watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth, but each girl does have her own personal, special preferences, and limits. She shifted her right hand away from Mike's balls, and sighed through the thick meat in her mouth as she felt her fingers slip under her short skirt and make contact with the front of her panties. She liked to play with herself through her panties, feeling the moisture build and seep through the thin cotton fabric. Michael considered pushing his dick all the way in, to see how much Marilyn could take. Perhaps she could even deep throat him. But, he didn't want to take a chance of upsetting her, doing anything that might diminish her very apparent joy and pleasure at orally pleasing him. She had been previously looking up at him, with those large adoring round blue eyes, twinkling with delight. But now they were closed, as she was basking in the feel of Mike's full, thick cock in her mouth, anticipating the eventual release of his cum, as she more energetically worked and diddled her clit through her panties. She even began to whimper a bit as she felt herself getting closer and closer. Michael knew he wasn't going to last long at all. Frankly, he was pleased that he had lasted this long. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had shot his load at the first touch of her tongue on the tip of his knob. Heck, he could have cum simply approaching that innocent, cherubic face with his straining, yearning dick. He felt his balls pulling in tight against his body, his loins bursting with pressure to explode. "Marilyn," he warned with a breathless gasp. Marilyn escalated the diddling of her clit, feeling herself getting close as well with the excitement of the looming tide of cum that was about to flood her mouth. She removed her fingers from Mike's balls to grip tightly onto his shaft. She didn't want it to jerk free of her mouth. That might, of course, be good fun as well, feeling him shower her face with his spunk, but her current mission was to receive as much as she could within her mouth. Her body shivered in anticipation, now opening her eyes to see the look on Mike's face when he exploded. "Oh man," Michael gasped as he felt the first wad surge up from his balls, down his shaft, and shoot forth from his knob into his girl's mouth. He leaned forward, bracing himself with both hands on the floor as he kept his shooting cannon lodged within Marilyn's lips. Marilyn trembled with ecstacy as she felt the first glob of cum hit the roof of her mouth, toward the back, and then her entire body suddenly shuddered with the arrival of her own orgasm. She squeezed her clit with her thumb and finger as the waves of primal passion swept through her being as her mouth filled with Mike's juicy thick cum. She gripped his cock tightly with her hand, holding it to her lips like a thirsty infant at a nurturing teat, suckling and milking the dick to draw forth as much of his rich cream as she could. It was a little disconcerting. She had been anticipating this moment with considerable expectation, but she had also been a bit apprehensive, to say the least. What girl wouldn't be apprehensive about taking cum from a boy's cock directly into her mouth for the very first time? Goodness, some of her friends would probably refuse to do such a thing, finding it all rather gross, if not demeaning. Yet, here she was, not only receiving it, but having it spray and gush forcefully into her mouth, like a repeatedly jerking, spitting fire hose. Another apprehension though was instantly allayed, that being that the cum might taste bad, perhaps even foul. She had tasted a bit behind the bush on campus and had liked the appetizer, but there are times when a mouthful of something is much different than just a nibble. And, if she hadn't liked the taste it would have been quite difficult to lie back, her face impaled by the spitting cock, as it continued to spew the odious, repugnant brew onto her cringing tongue. But, it was not like that at all. On the contrary, as her mouth continued to fill her positive impression from the earlier sampling was reaffirmed. She loved it with a passion, and she slipped the shaft out a bit so that her tongue could better work the knob, directly receiving each new burst. She whimpered with deep satisfaction, her body shivering with her orgasm, her tongue dancing within the gushes of fresh juicy cum. Sometimes it's so wonderful being a girl. It was pretty good being Michael as well. He had not yet felt what it would be like to cum inside a girl's vagina, but he couldn't imagine it being any better than this. He might in fact now be spoiled forever. What could be better than to be shooting off loads and wads of cum while a pretty girl's tongue is all the while lapping and licking away at the tingling hypersensitive crown, bringing forth far more stuff than he had ever cum before. And, that was an additional apprehension for Marilyn. Could she actually take it all? What if it just spilled out over her lips, overflowing her mouth as she choked on it. But, this third fear was also assuaged, as she was taking it like a real trooper. Michael had indeed built up quite a bit but like a talented chipmunk she was letting it fill each nook and cranny of her mouth with no appreciable difficulty. She was apparently a natural at this. When Michael was done she sighed with deep satisfaction, the final waves of her orgasm dissipating along with the final drops of gism. She felt so fulfilled, so wonderful, but also a bit disappointed that it was now over, or at least that no more cum would come forth. She did not make any effort to swallow the full load she had received. She let his dick slip from her mouth to rest on her cheek while she just enjoyed the moment, basking in the pleasure of the globs and wads of thick viscous gism wallowing around in her mouth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Lowenstein noticed that she was subtly rubbing her thighs together. Being a sex therapist can at times be quite difficult. It's just impossible not to develop at least some counter-transference feelings during the course of a session. "So, do you think I have a problem, doctor?" Marilyn waited with tense anticipation. Dr. Lowenstein was decisive in her response. "Enjoying the taste of sperm is not a mental disorder, at least according to the American Psychiatric Association." Marilyn was again relieved. "Well, that's good to hear. I really did like it. Do you know if most girls like the taste?" That was a good question. Dr. Lowenstein was at first taken aback, realizing that she was not familiar with a reputable academic survey on the topic. She would have to consult her journals when the session was over. She fell back on the safe response for a therapist to make when confronted with a question she couldn't answer. "What do you think?" "Goodness, I don't know. I imagine they must, if they are girls. Why wouldn't they like the taste? Wouldn't it be in their genes to do so? Well, maybe not, because if all girls did really like it then they might prefer taking it in the mouth rather than letting it squirt where it will do the most good, you know, for evolution." Marilyn was feeling a little proud of herself, working through that logic. "Yes, well..." The doctor was about to make a point but Marilyn cut her off. "After that evening with Mike," Marilyn continued, "I really began to explore its flavor. I read that different foods can have an effect on its taste. If I was planning to have a drink I encouraged Mike to eat plenty of fruit that day, like pineapple or papaya, or maybe some melons. Vegetables were simply off the table, like cabbage or broccoli. Asparagus is real, real bad. I think you can even cut back on the salt by eating less meat and dairy products. Garlic and onions, off the table," Marilyn accentuated her point by waving her arm through the air. "Celery is also good, and I think I really like it when he's had a lot of cinnamon, cardamom, peppermint or lemon. I think that makes it sweeter. Am I just imagining all this doctor?" "Well, some of it is indeed true." The doctor could not help but wonder how much of Michael's cum Marilyn had tasted to develop this much anecdotal knowledge. Marilyn continued her story. "It got to the point where I just developed such strong urges for it. Being in a class was the most difficult. At least we both took Miss Harding's biology class. One time, while we were sitting in the back of the room, at our separate desks, I reached over and laid my hand in his lap." "In his lap?" Dr. Lowenstein liked to use Rogerian reflection, where you mirror what the client said to encourage her to continue her story, to tell more. "It was a little risky, and became even more so when I unzipped him, as quietly as you can do something like that. Fortunately Miss Harding was writing something on the board. Her chalk makes a lot of noise when she does that, and all the boys in the class have their eyes fixed on her bum. She wears such tight dresses. Have you ever noticed that?" "Tight dresses?" "Well, that was lucky for me, I guess, but boy was Mikey nervous when I reached in and took out his...cock." She was finally using the word cock rather than penis. "You took out his cock?" This time it really was an honest question. "I mean, um, his penis?" "Was that really wrong? It just seemed like a good idea at the time, and then of course it only just made sense to jerk him off once it was out in the open." Dr. Lowenstein imagined how risky, and fun, it would be to jerk off a boyfriend in a classroom. She sure wasted her time when she was an undergraduate. If only she could go back in time and redo those years. She smiled at how Barry Harrison would have been so surprised if she had done that for him in French class. "Mike's desk was the last one, to the far left of Miss Harding. As long as nobody looked back at us we were okay, I guess. He was at first real afraid, but he couldn't really protest too loudly, as that would likely make someone turn around. And, after awhile he naturally got into it. I guess it would be kind of fun to have a girl jerk you off in public, right during a class. It got a little riskier when he started leaking that precum. You know, starting to make little squishy noises and everything. But, fortunately it didn't take too long for him to squirt, and when he did I caught most of all of it in my hand." Dr. Lowenstein squirmed in her chair. Sometimes its helpful to observe clients out in public. Conduct a field test. She wondered if it might be helpful to watch Marilyn jerk Michael off in public. She would, of course, keep a safe distance. Marilyn's voice lowered to a whisper. "And, of course, I..." She hesitated to finish her sentence. "You licked it off your fingers?" Marilyn blushed. She was impressed that the doctor knew that's what she would say. Psychologists can be pretty amazingly insightful. You really do have to be careful what you say around them. "Yeah, Mikey got a kick out of that. Mary Sue though saw me doing it. I just smiled and said, 'ice cream.' What could she say? There was no way she would think it was some guy's cum." Marilyn continued her story. "Of course, it wasn't too long before I wanted him to squirt it right on my face. I guess that was kind of a big step. I imagine some girls won't let their boyfriends do that, but I was the one who actually brought it up. I wanted to feel what it was like to have my man spray his wet, hot load all over my cheeks, my nose, my lips. I mean, like everywhere. I again told him to resist any hanky panky with his hand for a few days. If I can put off getting a drink then he can wait too!" - - - - - - - - - - - - They waited until there was another evening in which her parents would be out. They again watched a movie beforehand. Marilyn liked the idea that taking Mike's stuff on her face would be the climax of the evening. That just all made such good sense. The movie this evening was, "There's something about Mary." They had both seen it before but they both did really like Ben Stiller movies, and Michael enjoyed Cameron Diaz. However, the hair gel scene did cause Michael to rethink his vow not to masturbate before his date with Marilyn. Marilyn just giggled. "Maybe I should try it sometime," she suggested. When the movie ended Michael was again more than ready to do his part, but Marilyn was having second thoughts about her original plan. Not the basic plan to have Mike spew his stuff all over her face, but where in the house precisely to do it. "Maybe we should be some place where it will be safe." "Safe?" Safe from whom, Michael wondered. "You know, so it won't get on the carpet and stuff." Spillage would most certainly be a problem this time. "Oh yes, yes. Well, the bathroom might be good," Michael suggested. The bathroom would be convenient for cleaning up afterward and it wouldn't be a problem for the tile to get a bit wet. Marilyn though didn't find that particularly romantic. And, besides, she suddenly realized that it would be good to have a nice view of it when it happens. "Let's go to my room! I have a floor mirror and I can kneel down in front of that." That way she could see it happening from two different angles. That was perfectly fine with Michael. In fact, he loved the idea, for many reasons, one of which was that he had not yet been in Marilyn's bedroom. Her parents wouldn't approve of such a thing when he was visiting, and Marilyn never felt that comfortable about it even when her parents weren't home. Perhaps especially when her parents weren't home. The prominent piece of furniture in the bedroom was, of course, the bed, and its presence had rather obvious implications. You don't invite a boy to your bedroom unless you're intending to make use of the bed, or at least so she had felt. Plus, there was quite a bit of personal stuff in her bedroom that she would want to put away. "You wait her," she instructed. "I want to pick up a few things, you know. It's kind of messy right now." "I don't mind," Michael asserted, and that was certainly true. He could care less. "Mikey!" Marilyn protested, the frustration in her voice quite evident. He shouldn't be making her explain precisely what she needed to put away and, besides, he should know that a girl really would want to clean up whatever room her boyfriend would be visiting. Michael could be so dense sometimes. "It's fine, sure, I'll wait. You just let me know when you're ready. No rush." Marilyn smiled, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and took off for her bedroom. "I'll just be a minute," she yelled back as she dashed down the hall. It turned out to be more than a minute. There was in fact quite a bit to clean up, beyond simply the panties and brassieres that were lying around. Plus, she wanted to check her makeup and hair. If he was going to cum on her face she wanted to look her best. After all, he would be pretty much looking right at her face the whole time. When she was done she leaned out the door and called downstairs to him. "Okay! You can come up now!" Mike leaped from the couch and made his way quickly to her room. As Marilyn heard him coming up the stairs she realized that she hadn't even given him directions to her room. "I'm in the second room," she called out. It wasn't like it was going to be at all difficult to find her room. There were only two bedrooms upstairs, and hers was the only one with the door open. Marilyn was just feeling a little nervous. As Michael entered the room he was struck by how feminine it was. That shouldn't really be too surprising, but it was a striking contrast from his own bedroom. There were a couple of posters of male movie and television stars on the wall, lots of stuffed animals, a vanity table overflowing with beauty products, and a long row of shoes against the wall. Apparently her closet was full. He was pleased to see a framed picture of himself on the vanity table, plus more of them, either by himself or with Marilyn, stuck into the frame of the mirror. But, what was most striking was that Marilyn was kneeling beside her full length wall mirror, biting her lip through an anxious grin. "I think this might be a good spot. Don't you?" He did indeed. He strolled up to her, his legs feeling a little shaky, a little weak. He was quite self-conscious about the fact that there was such an obvious bulge in his slacks. Of course, she was about to see a lot more than just that, and she had seen it plenty of times before. He wasn't too sure why it made him self-conscious to have such an obvious bulge. Perhaps it was a bit rude, or perhaps demonstrating a lack of self-control. Marilyn was sitting back on her haunches, her hands resting on her knees. "Okay, I was, um, thinking..." Her mouth was rather dry. She should have asked him to bring up a soda or a glass of water. She could have him get her one now, but she didn't want to wait any longer. Of course, she would have something to drink in a bit. "Well, um, I was thinking that I would just, you know, be here and you can do it yourself." "Do it myself?" He thought he knew what she meant, but this wasn't a time for misunderstandings or miscommunications. Marilyn's face reddened. It was surprisingly difficult to talk about it. "You know, use your hand, like when, you know..." Michael could feel a bit of warm blood flowing into his face as well. She wanted him to jerk off onto her face? He had figured that she would give him a blow job, or at least a hand job. It wasn't like he wouldn't want to do it. It just seemed, well, rather lewd, if not obscene. Still, he could hardly deny that cute face beaming up at him, waiting expectantly. Marilyn giggled. "C'mon, Mikey, a girl can't wait all day, you know." A Very Spunky Lady He didn't really know what that meant but he quickly unzipped his slacks and extracted his dick. "Oooooh," Marilyn cooed. "He looks especially big today." Michael didn't think his dick changed sizes. Was that really possible? He supposed it might be. It wouldn't be likely that precisely the same amount of blood flows in every time one gets an erection. But, it could just be an illusion of Marilyn's, kneeling down before him, beneath it. He began to stroke it while he stood above her, looking down at her eager, smiling face, her sparkling eyes, poised just below his thrusting dick. He did at first feel a little self-conscious, jerking off in front of his girlfriend. Not too many guys want anyone to be watching while they masturbated. It's not something a guy is particularly proud about. Many guys are in fact rather shameful and embarrassed about it. They wouldn't even admit to doing it, let alone let somebody watch them. Michael would certainly not show his collection of Ashley Lightspeed, Lovely Anne, and Alison Angel images with his friends. Although quite proud of his collection, he wondered if they might find it a bit perverse or childish. But, he soon got over whatever self-conscious feelings he had as she clearly enjoyed watching him. He even began to feel proud about it: massaging and stroking his dick before the affectionate, adoring, and admiring eyes of his girlfriend. He was not feeling the least bit childish. On the contrary, he was feeling very manly and masculine, demonstrating his power, his strength, his glory. His cock swelled to new heights, the crown glowing red with lust. Marilyn was not exaggerating when she said it looked bigger, and it seemed to grow even larger as Michael stroked it above her eyes. It towered over her like a big bad battering ram, a thick cannon being primed and pumped to blast its hot wet lava all over her face; his cum heavy balls hanging and swinging beneath the shaft, filled with the thick spunk with which she was about to be deluged. She thought, 'This is so cool!' She kept her head still but glanced to the left out of the corner of her eye to see the reflected image of herself kneeling before the stout dick. She could not help but smile at the sight. She looked so sexy kneeling like that before her man's towering cock. She did though realize that she would look even sexier if her titties were poking out. Plus, it was best to be safe. She knew his stuff wouldn't leave a stain but she wouldn't want her mother to come across it. She might begin to wonder why her daughter keeps spilling drinks on her dresses and blouses whenever Michael is over to visit. She looked up into Mike's eyes, past his jutting cock, and smiled sweetly up at him as she began to unbutton her blouse. She had not in fact ever done this before. She hadn't felt ready to let Mike get under her blouse, but such inhibitions seemed to pale in comparison to letting him ejaculate onto her face. Plus, letting him see her titties for the first time should provide considerable inspiration for his cumming. Her heart now raced for more reasons than one. Michael's eyes widened in wonder at the sight of Marilyn undoing her blouse. He had not been expecting that. His breathing, and the rate with which he stroked his dick, both accelerated. He could hear the foreskin sliding on and off the wet, slick, and shiny bulb of his dick. He wondered if he could even hold out long enough for her to get the blouse entirely off. After she undid the final button Marilyn pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and slipped her arms off the sleeves, always keeping her eyes trained on his as she opened to view her feminine brassiere. She felt a little self-conscious about that. She wasn't wearing her sexiest brassiere. If she had known that she was going to take off her blouse she would have done so. Still, it was a pretty good one. She had at least chosen one that made her feel sexy and feminine. It was a nice push-up, half-cup brassiere that really presented her breasts in a very appealing, proud round manner. It wasn't her most colorful brassiere, but it was still rather lacy, even a bit diaphanous. She did not have to wait long to see if Michael liked it. "Oh man," he gasped at the sight of his pretty Marilyn's equally pretty brassiere. It was really a sight to behold. There was something so uniquely feminine and intimate about a girl's brassiere, and this wasn't just any brassiere, this was his girlfriend's, while she was still wearing it, and while he was jerking off right above it. Marilyn's boobs never looked lovelier: so round and lacy. He gazed longingly down into the open cleavage. It was so teasing, so tempting; his eyes yearned to see more of the soft, white, feminine flesh of breast. Marilyn could feel her heart racing as she reached back, behind her, to unclasp the brassiere, smiling nervously up at Mike, her breasts thrusting out further as she reached for the clasp. Michael stroked harder on his dick as he noticed Marilyn thrust out her breasts, like she was pushing them out for him to admire, posing like a seductive model. And, most importantly of all, he could see that she was even going to take her brassiere off! This was a moment of truth for Marilyn, revealing for the first time to Mike's eyes her naked breasts. She liked her breasts. They were nicely round and perky, and her nipples could get really pointy. But, they weren't especially large. She knew that most boys liked really big boobs. She slipped the straps of her brassiere from her shoulders, holding the cups to her breasts with her hands. Michael could feel his legs trembling. Marilyn let the cups fall to her thighs. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as her face flushed with embarrassment as her boobs came into view. "Fuck," Michael gasped as he saw Marilyn's round perky boobies come into sight. She did not have to work long to receive his evaluation of her breasts. His cock jerked in his hand as a blast of cum surged up the shaft. The first shot was more like a big scattered buckshot spray than a single bullet of cum. It was like a hose burst apart and the air was filled with cum splatters that rained down all over Marilyn's face. She didn't know where or even whether to look. The direct perspective was the most evocative, staring right down into the barrel of Michael's cock to watch each load burst from the angry swollen plum, but looking to the left at her reflection in the mirror revealed more, allowing her to see the release, the cum gushing through the air, and then, the best part, splashing against her grinning, beaming face. But, of course, looking at all risked getting one of the globs right in the eye. She watched the first three eruptions but then closed her eyes when one particularly large wad landed right in the corner of her left eye. It was still though plenty fun to just sit back and enjoy the feel of the warm, wet splats, globs, and wads splashing down upon her. Michael's glazed eyes stayed focused on Marilyn's face, only briefly considering her reflection. His own direct perspective was really quite unbeatable and he marveled at the sight, as well as basking in the pleasure of the wondrous pulsations of his climax coursing through his body. He was really emitting quite a bit of spunk. It might in fact be a record for him, if there was some actual way of keeping track, and it was shooting out with such considerable force. He could even feel his dick recoil with each fervid release. When he was done he gazed in awe at the mess he had made. Marilyn's face was literally soaked with globs, wads, splatters, and drips of gism, and through it all she was grinning with glee. "Oh my gosh, Mikey," she exclaimed. "It's just so much!" She slowly, carefully turned her head, not wanting to let any of it spill, and then even more gingerly slowly opened her right eye. She just had to see what it looked like. Her grin spread when the vision came into view. It looked so delicious, so delightful, so exquisitely luscious. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of cum on her face. She exclaimed, "I think my boyfriend has the best spunk ever!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Lowenstein was feeling such an urge to reach under her skirt to diddle herself. She could do it, as she was out of eyesight of the patient. But, it would be a bit risky as some patients will suddenly roll over or sit up and look at the therapist. Plus, it might interfere with her objectivity as a diagnostician to be masturbating during a session. Still, she did at least squirm her thighs a bit. Being a sex therapist can be so difficult at times. "After that," Marilyn explained to the doctor, "I just couldn't wait another four days. I wanted Michael to do it again the very next night. We couldn't do it at my house 'cause my parents would be there, but we managed to find a place. In fact, that became half the fun, finding fun places for him to cum on my face. It added a bit of extra spice to it. The real fun though was him actually squirting his stuff all over me. We even went back to the same bush where I first jerked him off. That was kind of special and romantic. I had him squirt all over my face there and then walked across the commons with it still splattered and dripping off my face. Mike was real nervous about that but it wasn't like I was going to go to class with his cum on my face. I'm not like stupid or crazy or anything." Marilyn then paused in her recounting, realizing that the question of whether or not she should be in treatment for a sex perversion was precisely why she was telling this story. Well, she sure didn't feel crazy. She was just having some harmless fun. She continued her story. "I did get a few funny looks. They probably just thought though that it was some sort of sorority prank or initiation or something. I just thought it was cute, like I was wearing cum make-up. And, by the time I starting walking back to Michael he got into it too. He does like how it looks on my face and he's gotten pretty good at applying it. He always tries to make sure that there is some right on the lips and some in the corner of an eye. The real tricky part is to get a nice glob on the eyebrow that will drip down across the eye without actually falling into it. That isn't easy to do on purpose, and then he always likes to leave a nice big wad on the tip of my nose that will hang down and slowly drip off. I like that too. I sometimes catch the drip with the tip of my tongue." "I do sometimes though manage to wait for a few days. It's often worth the wait because he'll have so much more built up by then. But, then he told me about glory holes." The doctor asked, "Glory holes?" "Yeah, you never heard of those?" The doctor certainly had, although she had never used one herself. Dr. Lowenstein did have her professional reputation to maintain. It would not be good for her career to be caught at a glory hole. "Well, yes, yes, I have heard of them." "Yeah, there's a few of them at Bunny's Videos, Books, and Novelties. Do you know the store, doctor? It's, like, well, way off campus." Dr. Lowenstein did know of the place. Naturally, she would need to go to the store on occasion to purchase therapeutic material for her clinical practice, such as illustrative films for psychodrama, or some stimulation devices, not for personal use of, of course; instead, for some of her patients. "Yes, that's right," she replied, matter-of-factly. "Well," Marilyn quietly admitted, "I used one of them...myself." She then spoke up for the rest of the story. "Mike didn't mind. I in fact told him to try it himself, just to see if I could tell which one was his. He felt a little awkward about that, worrying that someone might see him go down the hall to the rooms. But, I told him that if anyone did they would have to explain why they were in the same place." "In any case, it was a lot of fun. I was a bit nervous at first. It's really kind of strange, sitting there in this small little room. More like a booth, actually, with this hole in the wall that guys stick their things through. You can have your booth all dark so that they can't peek in to see who is in there, but I wanted the light on so I could see their things real good. I always said 'no peeking,' but I did that in part so they knew that I was a girl. I didn't want to disappoint someone who was looking for a guy." "When the first one came though I got over my nervousness. It was just so cool! It was like all afternoon, one after another, and so many different sizes and shapes. My goodness I didn't realize how they could all look so different. Well, sure, of course I knew that, but when you actually get to see them for yourself, one hard, stiff, cock after another, it's just so much more vivid and concrete." "I did recognize Mikey's right away. I at first pretended I didn't. I said it was the best one I'd seen all day. I'm sure that made him happy. But, I also did want him to know that I could recognize him. It didn't seem right not to be able to recognize your own boyfriend. When he was done I said that his tasted the best." "This one guy, though, oh man, his was, like, huge! I mean really, really big! I had to like stretch my mouth so wide to get my lips around it. That one was definitely a real mouthful and he apparently had balls to match because I couldn't keep all of his stuff in my mouth. It just kept squirting and leaking out from my lips while he was blasting away, just filling me up. I was like coughing and hacking after that one. He apologized, but I let him know it was alright. It was all just part of the experience. And, he did leave an extra tip." "That part was really surprising to me. The guys were actually leaving me money for this! Like I was the one doing a favor for them! It was just so cool!" "I even liked the little ones, maybe them even the most. I was extra-special nice to them. I don't know, I just figured that they weren't as happy as the other ones, and so I wanted to make sure that they really enjoyed themselves and, you know, they can squirt and spurt with the best of them. In fact, some of those little guys can shoot off real hard." "After awhile I stopped swallowing them all. Too much ice cream can give a girl an upset stomach, you know. I didn't want that to happen. So, I was taking a few on the face too, particularly toward the end. It was actually real neat to blow a guy with globs and wads of cum already on your face, feeling the wet sloppy warm cum on your skin as you nurse the next load, smelling that fresh fruity scent." Marilyn sighed deeply at the memory. She was feeling such an intense desire to reach under her skirt and diddle herself right there on the therapist's couch. She would not, of course, do such a thing. That would probably be quite inappropriate "The first time I did it there I didn't even clean off my face afterward. I just walked out through the store, standing all straight and proud with this cum dripping down off my cheeks, my nose, my lips, my chin. A few guys in there even clapped. Of course, I didn't know if they were one of the guys who contributed to my make-up, but I figured at least a couple of them must've been. I winked at one guy who was blushing. He must've been one of them." "But, the store manager apparently wasn't too pleased. He told me that I would not be welcome back if I did that again. He didn't want to get into any trouble." Marilyn turned her head a bit. "Is that really illegal? To give guys blow jobs? I wasn't like charging them anything for it. Yeah, pretty much all of them gave me tips, sometimes pretty good ones, but I never asked for any money. I don't get why it would be illegal to give guys blow jobs." The doctor asked, "And, Michael did not have any difficulty with this?" It was a rather direct question, but in an evaluative, diagnostic session, it was always very important to assess the impact a sexual practice has on a relationship. It is important for both partners to be fully comfortable with the sexual preferences, or disinterests, of their partner. Sexual compatibility is vital to any healthy, satisfying, and fulfilling relationship. "No, not at all. Frankly I think he's relieved about not having to carry the full load...so to speak. And, besides, he's now really into cream pies." Marilyn giggled as soon as she said it. "Cream pies?" The doctor knew what those were but it was important to be certain that she had the same meaning as the patient. It might be a little awkward to have a very different understanding. That would not be good for the credibility of her clinical report. "Oh yeah, well..." Now that she said it she wondered if that was a mistake. It did though offer a segue to the discussion of more normal behavior. "Michael and I did eventually, you know...go all the way and everything." "You did?" "Oh yes, yes. We have lots of real normal sex, just like regular normal people. It isn't all just like, you know, face shots and glory holes. We very much enjoy a traditional, conservative form of sexual intercourse...honestly." She said it with considerable force and conviction, but that fact alone revealed her true doubt and uncertainty. Dr. Lowenstein was quite curious as to the very first time Marilyn and Michael had sexual intercourse. She always liked a good first time story. But, she realized that asking her to describe it would only be a reflection of her own prurient interests and would not be acting on behalf of her professional responsibility as a diagnostician. She decided to leave that decision up to the patient, as well she should. "Tell me more about that, if you wish." "Yes, well, of course. I soon discovered that I also like to feel Mikey cum inside me. There's something about feeling him shooting and squirting deep up inside me, feeling my cunnie filling with his thick, creamy cum. But, unlike most girls, who just rush off to clean it out, I don't. In fact, on the contrary, I might rush to pull up my panties real tight, to keep the stuff inside and let it just slowly seep out over time." Dr. Lowenstein could feel a bit of moisture in her own panties. "The first time I did that was kind of an accident. Mike and I had done it the usual way, you know, sexual intercourse, in fact behind that same bush near the commons. I always like going back there, it's so romantic." She paused to savor the thought, the memories. "Well, in any case, we had sexual intercourse the normal way, you know, and I hadn't really worked through what to do about my cunnie being so filled with his cum. I suppose I could have squatted down and tried to get it to leak out onto the grass but I had to get to a class. So, I just pulled up my panties real tight and headed off." "It wasn't too long before I felt it beginning to leak out, and the longer I walked the more it leaked. At first it made me feel a little anxious and uncomfortable, but after awhile it began to feel rather naughty and sexy. I was still feeling Mikey's wet, warm, gooey cum on my cunnie right out there in public! I would look at people and smile, knowing something that they didn't know, that I had panties filled with boy cum!" "I didn't even mind when it began to drip down my thigh. It just felt playfully mischievous, as well as a little ticklish. I wondered if anyone would notice the drip and the trail of moisture going down to my ankles and, if they did, what they would think. I supposed they probably would think I had a little accident. I guess that should be embarrassing to me, but I knew what it really was, and I wasn't at all embarrassed by that. I thought it was sexy." "I sometimes found that making a mess in my panties would help me have another orgasm. After Mike left I might just stand in front of my bedroom mirror holding my skirt up, or just wearing my panties, gazing at the growing wet stain in my panties, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter down there, for more reasons than one, watching the wetness slowly leak out, and then even touching, feeling the thick moistness of my panties with my fingers, then bringing them to my nose to enjoy the scent, or to my lips and tongue to admire the taste. I could very easily diddle myself that way, masturbating through my wet panties, bringing myself to an even bigger, better orgasm than I had originally with Mike." Marilyn gave out a little whimper.