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Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy

By: Charles Petersunn



I have had requests to provide another story concerning Dr. Lowenstein. I do hope you enjoy it. You really don't need though to read the earlier one ("Teddy visits a therapist") to make sense of the current installment, although it would be preferable to understand her background and the context for her innovative use of group therapy for the treatment of difficulties with sexual intimacy. I hope you like it!

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Dr. Susan Lowenstein was quickly becoming one of the more successful clinicians at Templeton College. Success as a therapist is often built on referrals from satisfied customers, and it was apparent that she had quite a few.

One of her more common referrals concerned socially anxious, inhibited, and shy students. Shyness among adolescent college students is not actually terribly uncommon, but it was a diagnosable medical condition. The American Psychiatric Association had labeled it Social Phobia, Generalized Subtype.

Group therapy was not uncommonly used for Generalized Social Phobia. Group therapy was a natural prescription as it involved the precise stimuli that the patient feared (i.e., speaking to or in front of groups of people), and it provided the means with which to overcome this fear. Many of these groups included quite structured social skills training exercises that had proven to be very effective.

Dr. Lowenstein decided to implement a more experimental approach that recognized that a considerable proportion of the social anxiety of persons with these conditions concerned matters of personal intimacy. Her approach also drew upon her familiarity with gestalt techniques, as well as sensate focus therapy for sexual dysfunction. It was the mark of a creative mind to integrate ideas and techniques across different domains of mental disorder.

She was very excited to get started. If this did indeed work, it was quite possible that she could obtain a grant to further develop her approach. Minimally, she expected to be able to write up her results for a prominent scholarly journal. This could be her first step toward national recognition within her profession. Just the thought of this gave her goose bumps.

She put up flyers around campus seeking volunteers to engage in an experimental treatment for social anxiety, particularly as it concerned dating and personal, intimate relationships. It was not difficult for her to get her initial set of guinea pigs or, well, more respectfully, her first set of patients. As already noted, social anxiety is not an 

uncommon problem among college students and Dr. Lowenstein was developing quite a positive reputation.

All of the participants were 18-19 years old, anxious in particular about developing sexual relationships. All of them were very inexperienced, sexually, which understandably troubled them, given their age. It wasn't like they hadn't tried. Most had dated, but they were so anxious and uncomfortable about the opposite sex, or about sex itself, that none had been able to last long within a relationship. It just became so stressful that they cut it off, or were dumped, before the relationship ever became consummated.

Dr. Lowenstein naturally selected an equal number of males and females. It would be important for one gender not to feel outnumbered by the other. In addition, the participants were strangers to one another. The exercises would be complicated by any prior familiarity.

She told them to arrive on Saturday morning for their initial session. Upon arrival the participants were asked to remove their shoes and sit on the floor in a circle. The floor was quite deeply, plushly carpeted, and so was comfortable to the feet and bottom. However, the clinical condition of the participants immediately became evident, particularly when Dr. Lowenstein indicated that they had to sit boy-girl-boy-girl. There was quite a bit of nervous selection. Nobody wanted to appear overly eager to sit next to someone they found especially attractive. What if he or she then decided to move somewhere else? Similarly, they did not want to be the one by whom nobody wanted to sit. So, they felt uncomfortable making a choice and not making a choice. Falling back on their usual approach to such situations, they hemmed and hawed, effectively making no choice.

Dr. Lowenstein therefore stepped in and assigned each of the eight participants to a place around the circle. They appreciated this very much. They could abdicate all responsibility for where they were sitting or, more accurately, by whom they were sitting.

Taking off one's shoes though was still a bit of a problem. Probably half of the participants were stricken with the fear that their feet would smell. Some of them dealt with this concern by sitting uncomfortably with their feet beneath them. Others chose to lie down with their feet stretched out far behind them.

A couple of the girls, however, had difficulty getting comfortable. They were wearing rather tight, short skirts, which were not at all optimal for sitting on the floor. They sat back on their haunches or on their side, constantly pulling on their skirts to keep them from riding up too high.

"Alright then, everybody get comfortable so we can get started."

None of them could really get comfortable. They were all glancing around the room, never making or sustaining much eye contact, wondering what would in fact happen in the group, hoping that they would not have to say anything, worrying if the person next to them was annoyed by their presence, and, with all of these thoughts, nervously stewing over whether they had put on enough deodorant.

"I know you must all be a bit apprehensive about what might or will happen today." That was an understatement. "I can assure you that you will find it to be a wonderfully maturating, actualizing experience. Colleen thought, 'Or, in my case, another traumatic failure.'

Dr. Lowenstein got right to work. She wanted to cover a lot of ground in their first session and so there should be no delay. She did though begin with a few deep breathing and other exercises to help relax everyone. All of the participants appreciated this, although some of them found that it just made them a little dizzy.

"Alright then, all relaxed?" That certainly wasn't true, but they were probably as relaxed as they were going to get. "The first exercise is silent communication. I want the boys to turn to the girl to their left, the girls turn to the boy to your right." She waited for them to follow the instruction. She could see a few faces flush with anxiety. She smiled to herself, knowing that by the end of the session, they would find this to be so much easier to do.

"To begin, I just want you to look into each other's eyes, and try to communicate a feeling without saying anything or making any facial expression. Just communicate with your eyes."

Most of the girls liked this. Colleen, though, found it uncomfortable. She really didn't like her glasses and certainly didn't like drawing attention to them. The other girls were nervous about doing it, but it allowed them to look directly and deeply into a boy's eyes without claiming any responsibility for doing so. They naturally smiled in the process. Dr. Lowenstein corrected them. "No smiling, girls."

The boys didn't like it at all. The girls all had rather pretty eyes. It should be quite nice to enjoy a moment like this, something that they normally would not experience. But, It not only made them nervous to have to look directly into the eyes of a girl. It also made them feel rather silly. What the heck were they suppose to be looking for?

Very quickly they wanted to look away, and they did. Dr. Lowenstein though kept her own eyes on them and quickly instructed them to maintain eye contact.

After awhile, they were able to maintain looking into each other's eyes for a good period of time, at least much longer than they normally would. But, it still did seem rather foolish. They had no idea what the girl was thinking, nor why they were even doing it. It wasn't like anyone was deeply in love. It wasn't long before both the boys and the girls began to mutually giggle and laugh over the silliness of the exercise.

Dr. Lowenstein had expected this. One purpose of the task, other than to help the participants learn to maintain eye contact, was to have them bond through a mutually awkward, embarrassing exercise. They now had a shared experience, one that broke 

the ice precisely with regard to their social anxiety. Feeling awkward and stupid in the presence of another person can be overcome when it is evident that the other person feels precisely the same way.

"Alright then, let's move to the next exercise. This time, I want each of you to close your eyes."

That was a lot easier to do. In fact, it was helpful. They could ignore the fact that they were so close to a member of the opposite sex.

"Now, without opening your eyes, reach out and touch the face of your partner."

That wasn't so bad, although Tracie quickly removed her glasses as Carl's fingers bumped into them and would likely dirty the lens. Jason in fact knocked Colleen's glasses off. "Gee, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized. "It's okay," she replied, perhaps even feeling worse herself, as it was her own fault that she wore glasses.

"Now, as you each explore your partner's face with your hands, I want the recipient to first express an emotion of sadness."

They each did so. All of them, course, turned their mouths down, brows furrowed, eyes clenched a bit, and some even dropped their head.

Dr. Lowenstein proceeded through a series of emotions, having each of the group members alternate in carefully studying the affect of their partner based solely on contours of facial expression. It really wasn't that difficult of a task, at least for the basic emotions of joy, anger, fear, and sadness. Everyone felt a bit silly doing it, whether it was the assessor or the target. But, that was again part of the reason for the exercise, to help the partners bond through a task that both found a bit silly and mildly embarrassing.

The exercise was also helpful in getting the partners comfortable with physical contact. As Dr. Lowenstein suggested, "Understanding the emotion of your partner is not communicated simply through verbal expression. We express ourselves physically, through our facial expressions, and we can get to know, to understand our partner, physically, through touch. As you touch, feel, explore, your partner's expressions, try to communicate, through your fingers, an expression of caring, of warmth, of appreciation."

The group members were all quite uncomfortable with direct physical contact. Their palms would become sweaty at just the thought of touching, feeling, caressing, someone else's body. The gestalt exercise slowly acclimated them to the process of touching, exploring one another.

"Now, with both of your eyes closed, I want you to reach out and grasp your partner's hands, holding the other person's hand in your own." Many of them quickly wiped their hands off before they reached out, dreading the thought that their partner would notice the perspiration. "Express with your hand a feeling of warmth, affection, fondness, for your partner."

The reactions to this exercise were quite mixed. Some of them blushed instantly at even the thought of caressing the hand of their partner. A few giggled nervously. All of them, however, slowly grew to the task. It helped considerably that they were instructed to keep their eyes closed.

After awhile everyone had become rather comfortable with the task. Some of them were finding it to be rather sensual, perhaps even exciting. It wasn't like they were actually fondling their partners, and it certainly wouldn't lead to anything. But, perhaps that helped to relax them further. There were no demands, no expectations. It was the type of safe, comfortable, caressing that they would hope to experience on a real date, a real first time.

"Wasn't that nice?" Dr. Lowenstein asked. They all had to agree. It was still a little embarrassing; the fact that it had become so fun was itself a little weird, as they knew it was pretty ridiculous. But, they had to agree that they felt better, more comfortable, more relaxed, at touching each other.

Dr. Lowenstein recognized that it was time to step it up a notch, a significant notch. She went around the circle and handed each of them a blindfold. "Alright, that was just wonderful. But, for the next task, I want to be sure that nobody opens their eyes. Stand up now and put on these blindfolds."

That sounded a little foreboding, but many were thankful for the assurance of privacy. Given the success they had experienced so far, they stood up and happily reached for and put on the blindfolds. Tracie and Colleen first removed their glasses. They put them within the pockets of their skirts.

Dr. Lowenstein double checked to be sure that all of the blindfolds were carefully and securely placed. Once she was certain, she said, "Good, good. Now students, for this next task, I want you to remove your shirts or blouses, and slacks or skirts. You need to get down just to your undies."

Tracie and Colleen's hands went to their breasts and cunnies as if their clothes had already been removed, and Dr. Lowenstein was greeted with a chorus of "What!? "Oh no!" "Seriously!?" "Really?"

Dr. Lowenstein reassured them. "Now patients, you must learn to trust me, your therapist. This is a well established gestalt technique." Actually, that wasn't true at all. "Rest assured, nobody will leave this room feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, or regretful. I know you feel that way now, but that is why you entered this therapy group. I am here with you, and I will guide you through this. Trust me, and you will thank me later for it."

Dr. Lowenstein's voice was certainly very reassuring. She sounded very confident. She couldn't really be asking them to do something that would be wrong, or that they would regret. She was a doctor, a professional psychologist, and, for that matter, a skilled and well-regarded sexologist. She probably had done this many times before.

That actually wasn't really true. Dr. Lowenstein was a skilled therapist. That was certainly true. She had been practicing for quite a number of years. However, she had only just recently learned about the treatment of sexual dysfunctions through a one-week continuing education workshop that she had attended last summer. It was her own creative genius to expand it to include group therapy.

Dr. Lowenstein began to remove her own clothes. She slowly moved around the circle, noisily removing a bit of clothing as she paused by each student. Social psychology experiments had demonstrated the phenomenon of group conformity. Once the students heard other students participating, that his or her partner was undressing, they would begin to remove their own clothes. They would feel very uncomfortable, very embarrassed, to be the only one not to participate. Dr. Lowenstein fueled the ruse by commenting, "Very good, dear," "Oh my, such a pretty brassiere," and "Good job, son, just place your pants behind you," as she worked her way around the circle.

The students felt an increasing pressure to join in. They could hardly be the only ones who refused to participate in a therapeutic exercise. What if it turned out that they were the last ones to remove their clothes? That might be even more embarrassing than removing one's clothes. What would be a more explicit, concrete demonstration of how inadequate they were? How would they ever expect to get better? And, besides, they were wearing blindfolds. It would all be quite safe.

The boys at first thought that they had it easiest. They readily removed their shirts. A few of them were wearing t-shirts (extra protection for body odor) and Dr. Lowenstein had to instruct them to take these off as well. But, it still wasn't revealing much. Nevertheless, none of them were particularly proud of their chests. Some felt they were too skinny, some felt they were too chubby, some felt they didn't have enough hair, and one felt he had too much hair. None of them liked their abs, and most of them were clearly sucking in their stomachs. "Now, boys," Dr. Lowenstein corrected them. "Remember, nobody can see you, so there is nothing to be self-conscious about." That allowed most of them to relax their stomach muscles, but a couple still couldn't help but continue to try to keep their stomach flat.

It was clearly more difficult for the girls to remove their blouses. They were risking much, much more than the boys. But, still, nobody would see. So, what was the real risk?

They were obviously terribly nervous about it, but also very excited. It was sort of like being at a slumber party, at least it felt that way. Just safe, innocent titillation. There were boys there, of course. But, it was like the lights were off and surely they were going to stay off. A few of them even giggled. What a very strange and exciting exercise!

It reminded Tracie of when she was younger and she and her friends went skinning dipping at Mr. Potter's pond, late at night. She would have never done anything like that during the day, nor would she normally do it at all. But, some of the other girls weren't the least bit reluctant. They quickly tore off the tops of their bathing suits and removed their bottoms and even tossed them on the shore! The boys yelled their approval, and then removed their own trunks.

Tracie reluctantly, but excitedly, followed suit, removing her suit, albeit not tossing it onto the shore. She did hold it up out of the water to let everyone know she had done it. Fortunately, it was dark enough that nobody could see her beneath the water, even though her skin was so pale.

The ones who had tossed their clothes onto the shore had to run and get them. It was dark enough that it wasn't easy to see them, but with the moon out, reflecting off their pale skin, it was still quite a sight. Tracie, though, saw very little, as she couldn't see that well without her glasses.

The group therapy was frankly easier, safer, than that evening. Tracie was in the safety of the therapist. Nothing untoward would happen, whereas it was entirely unclear and unpredictable what might have happened in the pond. And, besides, everybody in this case was blind to one another. Nobody could see anything at all.

Still, Tracie's heart pounded mightily as she removed her blouse. She was so glad that she had worn nice underwear, although she then realized that it wouldn't really matter, as nobody would see them. Well, Dr. Lowenstein would see them. She was always careful to wear clean, fresh, and nice undies when she visited a doctor. She adjusted the straps and cups of her brassiere, not really knowing for sure exactly why.

The girls were revealing more with the removal of their blouses, but the boys perhaps revealed more when they removed their slacks. Both Carl's and Mason's penises were becoming erect. They just couldn't help it. They couldn't see anything, but they could hear girls taking off their blouses and skirts. They readily imagined what that must look like and, even if they couldn't see for themselves, they knew that they were now in a room with four girls dressed only in their bras and panties; four pretty girls in their undies, and them standing in their underwear. What healthy young man would not get a stiff one?

Thank goodness for the blindfolds, though, so the girls wouldn't see their stiffies. But, they knew that Dr. Lowenstein would see them, and they felt terribly foolish. They quickly covered themselves with their hands, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Dr. Lowenstein, a very empathic therapist, could sense the discomfort of the group. Boys clasped their hands in front of their crotches, girls doing likewise or drawing one of their arms across their brassieres. They all nervously altered and shifted their stance, like they were waiting anxiously to go to the bathroom. "Now, which one of you thinks he or she is the most embarrassed person in the room."


Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



Everybody raised a hand. Dr. Lowenstein smiled knowingly. "I'll have you know that all of you have raised your hands, and quite quickly at that." It would be helpful to realize that they were not alone in their feelings; again, the mutual experience of embarrassed discomfort. "But, I do see virtually every one of you kept one hand in a very carefully chosen place." A few nervous giggles of admission could be heard. "We are now going to begin a series of exercises to develop better self-esteem and comfort." Hearts began to race.

"First, I must change your positions to provide you with even more security regarding your confidentiality and anonymity." That made them feel better.

Dr. Lowenstein took the hand of each boy, one at a time, to stand in a line, not knowing by whom they were standing. She giggled to herself at the sight of Carl and Mason using their other hand to try to hide their erections waving beneath their underwear as they followed behind.

Once she had them in a nice line, she brought a girl to stand in front of each boy, being careful to ensure that the pairings were different than what they had before.

"Now , I want you to stand proudly facing your partner, as each of you really has so much to be proud of."

None of them felt particularly proud. In fact, they all felt a bit childish, standing there in their underwear. But, the exercise drew on the theory that feelings will follow behavior. If you behave as if you are proud and comfortable, you will grow to feel that way. "For the boys, I want you to stand with your hands on your hips, like you're a swashbuckling buccaneer. Pretend that your Captain Jack Sparrow!" That brought a few giggles from the girls.

"And, that means boys that you can no longer cover yourselves up."

Carl and Mason were particularly reluctant to remove their hands, as their erections would no longer be hidden from view. They so hoped that Dr. Lowenstein wouldn't call attention to them.

Dr. Lowenstein certainly did see them, and she had to smile. Two boys standing there in their undies, trying to look as masculine as possible with their little stiff penises poking out their underwear. It was such an adorable sight. Carl was wearing quite loose boxers, and his stiff willy was really thrusting it out. She wondered if he realized how obvious it was.

The boys posed as Dr. Lowenstein had instructed, trying to look as tough as they could in their briefs and boxers. "Oh my, girls, we certainly have some daring and handsome young pirates here. Oh, I just so wish you could see them."

Heads turned to Dr. Lowenstein, the boys with startled and anxious expressions quite evident on their faces, even with the blindfolds. A couple of the girls though grinned mischievously.

"But, don't any of you try to sneak a peek. Trust among the members is so very important in a group, as you of course all trust in me."

Dr. Lowenstein walked along behind the line of young men, inspecting her pirates. "Oh, yes we do have quite the display here of strong, handsome young men. Oh my, the pecs on this one are so manly, so impressive," she said, as she reached around to briefly caress Mason's chest, being careful not to let her brassiere touch his back, giving away the fact that she was undressed as well. "And, this one has such biceps, my goodness," she said, feeling the muscles of Jason, who himself now felt a bit of swelling within his boxers as Dr. Lowenstein gripped his arm. He never thought of himself as being particularly strong, but if a doctor said so, and a rather pretty one at that, well, it did make him feel good.

When Dr. Lowenstein got to Carl, she lightly placed the tips of her fingers on the tip of his erection. He flinched at the feel of her touch, but he remained in place. She said, "And, girls, one of the boys is finding this exercise to be quite exciting indeed," as she lightly traced her fingers around and around the bulb of his swollen cock.

Carl blushed deeply, hoping against hope that she wouldn't identify him by name. She didn't, but many of them, boys and girls alike, wondered who it was. The girls blushed at the thought that one boy apparently had an erection. Mason assumed it was him she was talking about, and his face now flushed as well.

The boys, however, quickly learned that they did not have to be concerned that they would be the sole object of attention.

"Now, ladies, I think it is your turn. I want each of you to strike a seductive pose, as you are now standing before a very attractive, strong, pirate, wearing but only his briefs or boxers, depending, of course, on the young man's personal predilections," she said, as she snapped the briefs of Jason. The girls giggled, as they could hear the snapping and knew full well what that meant. Dr. Lowenstein wanted to add that it perhaps depended upon what their mothers had laid out this morning for her young pirate, but that would hardly help to build self-esteem and, sadly enough, it might in fact actually be true for at least one or two of them, as many of the students at Templeton still lived with their parents and she would not be surprised if one of the more socially timid boys had a rather overprotective and infantilizing mother.

The girls did their best. They all felt really quite foolish, which was in part why it was so helpful to be wearing blindfolds. They could not see how stupid they looked and, more importantly, they knew that nobody else could see as well. Dr. Lowenstein though put them further at ease.

"Oh my goodness, boys, you really should see this one." Tracie was standing in a traditional model's pose, hands on hips that were cocked to the left. Dr. Lowenstein lightly ran her fingers along her slender hips. "She looks so terribly sexy." Tracie didn't feel at all sexy, but perhaps she did look sexy? Dr. Lowenstein seemed to think so.

"And boys, one of the girls, I won't say which one, is holding up her breasts, like luscious ripe pears for a boy's plucking." That was Virginia. She would have been the most likely one to do so, as she had the largest breasts, but Dr. Lowenstein felt the reference to peaches might throw them off, as most would refer to Virginia's breasts as melons rather than simply peaches.

"And, oh my, the panties on this one are so tight. Have any of you heard of the expression, 'camel toe'?" Only two of the boys and one of the girls, Colleen, raised a hand. "Colleen, good for you. Why don't you explain it for the boys?" Colleen wasn't expecting that she would actually be called upon. But, unbeknownst to her, the selection was quite appropriate, as she was the one with the camel toe. "Um, well, doctor, it's when a girl's shorts, or, um, Oh!" Colleen flinched as she felt Dr. Lowenstein lightly pressing her fingers against the lips of her cunnie, outlined so seductively through her tight cotton panties. "Um, well, uh, the panties, Dr. Lowenstein," her voice a bit breathless, "are so tight that you can see the outline of her, of her."

"What part of her, Colleen?" Dr. Lowenstein asked, as she traced her fingers up and down Colleen's soft, feminine lips.

"Oh my, um, her vagina, Dr. Lowenstein."

"Yes, her pretty feminine lips, and indeed one of the girls has such a very pretty camel toe," she said, now softly squeezing Colleen's cunnie through her panties. Colleen's face became beet red, as she was now sure that Dr. Lowenstein was referring to her. She must be, given the attention of her fingers. But, her confused, embarrassed state was also a direct effect of the doctor's seductive fingers.

"And, the nipples on this girl," she said, moving over to Mary, "are so perky." She ran her finger around and around Mary's protruding nipple. "My goodness, they are just pushing out so hard." The nipples stiffened even further as Dr. Lowenstein squeezed her feminine erection.

"And, my goodness, I do believe that another young man is showing his approval." She reached across from Mary and grasped the erection of Jason, who was now standing in front of Mary, and standing up rather tall in his boxers. All the talk about the girls had gotten him excited. He couldn't see anything, but hearing about it was plenty enough to get this young male going. He jerked a bit with surprise at the feel of the doctor's hand grasping his cock, but he sorely appreciated the fact that she was not offended. On the contrary, she continued to handle him for a bit, enjoying the feel of his young stiffness. "Oh, yes, this is indeed a very healthy, stout young man," she said approvingly.

William though was still quite limp. Dr. Lowenstein had hoped that by now all of the boys would be demonstrably aroused. She knew though through her summer training that some males needed a bit more encouragement. She moved over to William and said, "And, my gracious," as she began to explore and fondle him through his briefs, "One of the girls has such pretty undies." Dr. Lowenstein smiled as she felt the young man's little balls through his briefs. They were so soft and tender. She bet they would be terribly cute. "They're trimmed with lace and sprinkled with little pink bunnies: so very cute," she said, as she gently squeezed him.

Tracie had to smile. She knew the doctor was talking about her panties. It was a bit awkward to hear her describing her panties to the boys, but they wouldn't know that she was wearing them and it was really nice to hear that a mature, experienced woman like Dr. Lowenstein felt that hers were the prettiest pair of panties.

"Yet, my goodness, her undies are also so terribly sheer." She switched from William's testicles to his penis, softly squeezing and fondling the young fellow. "I mean, I told you of the camel toe of one young lady, but this time it's not really needed. I mean, you can actually see her most personal femininity through the sheer material."

Tracie furrowed her brow and squirmed at bit with that remark. She didn't think you could actually see through them. That was a bit embarrassing, even though the doctor was a lady as well. Goodness, imagine if they had a male therapist! She clenched her thighs together, trying to hide her personal intimacy from view.

Dr. Lowenstein danced her fingers along William's budding growth. She was actually lying about Tracie's panties. You couldn't see through the cotton. But, the doctor was appealing to their imagination, not to the reality. Therapists often work with and appeal to clients' fantasies and wishes, as well as what is actually true. "In fact, it looks like one of the little bunnies is actually giving her feminine place a kiss." She could feel that William didn't need any more help. His erection was now growing quite fast under the soft feel of her hand and her seductive description of Tracie's panties. She felt like such a good therapist. "My, my, I think that just the thought about her panties has made all the boys now stiff and happy. Aren't you girls just a little bit curious about them? Four lovely stiffies, all pointing up so proudly?"

They were. They had to admit that, but they were not about to ask to see them, as they knew that would imply that the boys could see them as well.

"And, I bet you boys are at least just a bit interested in who has the camel toe." They were very curious indeed.

"In fact, which one of you boys has ever seen a camel toe?"

The boys dropped their pirate poses and three of them raised their hands. The only one who didn't was William. But, Dr. Lowenstein said, "Oh my, that is so sad, only one of the boys raised his hand. Three of our young men have never actually seen one," making William feel less inadequate, and the other three feel quite experienced. "Now girls, isn't that a shame." None of them said anything, as they were a little concerned what an expression of sympathy might imply.

"But, then again, how many of you girls have ever seen an erection poking out through a boy's trousers?" They dropped their poses and all of them raised their hands. It wasn't necessarily with a boyfriend. Some of them felt they had seen boners at one time or another on their brothers, or maybe on a boy at school, or perhaps at a swimming pool, through his trunks. Dr. Lowenstein, though, said, "Well, only one girl raised her hand," making all four of the girls feel quite experienced, relative to the others, and the boys much less self-conscious. If the girls hadn't yet seen one, then they could hardly think that theirs was inadequate.

"Virginia, why don't you tell us about it?" Virginia, like Colleen, had not expected that keeping her hand up would have meant that she would have to volunteer the story, but such surprises and challenges are to be expected during a group therapy, particularly the sharing of experiences that had contributed to one's current problems. It did help, though, to be blindfolded.

"Well, um, it was with a guy I was dating?"

"Really, yes, tell us."

"Yes, doctor, well, um, I guess he must have gotten real excited. We had been kissing a lot, you know."

"Did you touch him. You know? Down there?"

"Oh no, ma'am, goodness no. But, well, I guess he obviously wanted me to because he suddenly just pulled down his pants and his thing was all sticking up through his undies."

"And how did that make you feel?" It was a therapeutic cliche to ask this question, but it did help to bring feelings and concerns out into the open.

"Well, gosh, I mean, kind of scared. I mean, well, like, it was so sudden and everything."

"Weren't you the least bit interested in it?"

Virginia sighed. She didn't want to admit to that but, she knew as a good patient, if she was going to get better, she would have to be honest. "Well, maybe, just a little bit."

"What happened?"

"Well, I got so scared that I screamed and told him to pull his pants back up."

Dr. Lowenstein placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, letting her know that she was there to support her and that everything would be fine. "Are you still dating this boy?"

"Oh no, no. I felt so embarrassed, and I guess maybe he did as well. I don't know. We haven't spoken to each other since then."

"Well now, that is indeed a shame." Dr. Lowenstein used her other hand to gently cup one of Virginia's breasts, which was itself nicely cupped within her brassiere. Virginia flinched, but she didn't pull away. Doctors will often touch a patient, even in personal places. Dr. Lowenstein was a psychologist, not a real doctor, but she was still a sex therapist. Virginia again appreciated the blindfolds.

Dr. Lowenstein softly squeezed her breast. "I imagine that he so much wanted to see your lovely soft breasts. Would you have liked to show them to him?"

Virginia bowed her head. She would have. A part of her indeed had wanted him to see her, as well as see him. She nodded.

"My dear." Dr. Lowenstein gave Virginia a reassuring squeeze of her breast as she instructed, "You must speak up now dear, after all, nobody can actually see you. It's important to express your true feelings to the group."

"Yes ma'am," she softly replied. "I did. I mean I probably would have, eventually. But, it all happened so fast and I just got so scared." Dr. Lowenstein reassuring caress of her breast did help her to open up. It was an intimate touch that nurtured an intimate confession.

"Well, maybe if you were able to see one where it's safe, where you are safe, that it wouldn't be so scarey anymore. Don't you think?" Dr. Lowenstein could feel Virginia's nipple stiffening through her brassiere as she tenderly played with the little nub.

"I guess so," she quietly replied, her heart racing, her breathing accelerating with the tender caressing of the doctor.

"Well, as your doctor, I'm sure it would." She let go of Virginia's breast and asked the other girls. "What do you think ladies? Do you think it would help Virginia get over her fear of erect penises if she was able to see one or two where she is safe and secure?"

None of the girls could really disagree. The doctor had already said that it would help, and she was a professional. Plus, they knew that she was probably right. It was like anything that made one fearful. You needed to face it, and certainly facing it in the comfort and security of treatment would obviously be therapeutic. They all softly agreed, but were shifting their feet. They could sense where this was leading.

"Well, I think you're absolutely right. Here's what we will do. On the count of three, I want each of you to remove your blindfolds." Each of the girls turned their heads to the doctor, their hands again covering their breasts and cunnies, expressing their nervousness over such an idea. The boys, as well, covered themselves, feeling quite embarrassed about having to expose themselves like this.

"Now, I can see that you are all a bit apprehensive. But, you have come so far, it would be such a shame to fail now, and I know you can do it. You must trust me, your therapist, that this will indeed help each of you with your anxieties, your insecurities. Keep in mind, we are all in this together. You may feel a bit scared, maybe even real scared, but so is the person beside you and across from you, and it is through our mutual support as we face our fears, together as a group, that we will overcome them."

It was still unclear if they would do it.

Virginia spoke up, "Do we really have to do this?" Colleen and Virginia joined in, and even a couple of the boys voiced their opposition. They were not particularly interested in having to stand in front of girls in just their underwear, particularly in their currently state of embarrassing erections. Who would really enjoy that?

Dr. Lowenstein furrowed her brow with concern. But, she had anticipated this. "I will tell you what. I so firmly believe in the safety, the value, the growth you will achieve through this exercise, that I will myself join you. I will first remove my own garments, down to my brassiere and panties, and then we join in this wonderful adventure together."

"Dr. Lowenstein!" Virginia exclaimed. That was a shock, to say the least. The doctor was really going to do this?! She was going to take off her clothes as well? What doctor would be willing to do that? This was truly a most dedicated therapist. They were dumbstruck, speechless, and then they heard the tell tale sound of clothes being removed.

Dr. Lowenstein though was simply pretending to take off her blouse and skirt, having already done so. She had always planned on telling them that she would join them. She was only waiting for the right moment. All great therapists know that it is not so much the content of their insights, it is the timing.

She was in fact wearing one of her better bra and panties set. She was wearing black lace satin panties and a push up, deep plunge brassiere, with matching lace-up front garter belt and black satin nylons. Her nipples were quite noticeable through the sheer, lace brassiere, although perhaps the eyes would be fixed on her very noticeable cleavage. She was a very sexy sight indeed.

She might in fact grossly overshadow the more simple and plain panties and brassieres that the girls were wearing. But, it was also good to maintain her leadership role to be dressed in a manner that distinguished her from the girls, providing her a quality of being more mature, experienced, and wise. "Alright kids." They were college students, young adults, but perhaps at the present moment, dressed in their undies, they did seem a bit like kids. "Off with the blindfolds."

They knew they had to do it now. The doctor had taken off her blouse and skirt. How could they deny her request now? There was, however, still some doubts. Perhaps this was a trick? Therapists will at times be deceptive, even manipulative, for the sake of treatment. Could they really trust her? Had she in fact removed her clothes? Virginia had to be sure. "Did you really do it, doctor?"




Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



It wasn't really unusual for group therapy patients to question the leader, particularly when the group was being asked to take a significant step. Virginia was only expressing what many of the group members were fearing. Dr. Lowenstein took Jason's and Mary's hands and brought them to her breasts, pressing their hands into the lacy, deep cups. They both gasped as they felt the full, soft, pliant breasts of the attractive doctor. Jason's cock swelled to a new height. Dr. Lowenstein asked, "Is it true, Jason, Mary?"

They both breathlessly affirmed the truth of the doctor's words, each quite flustered by the fact that their hands were being pressed into this doctor's soft, full breasts.

Dr. Lowenstein renewed her instruction. "I will count to three, and when I say the number three, I want each of you to remove your blindfold and, most importantly, keep your hands to your sides."

She hesitated for a moment. She could see the apprehension in their faces, but there was no longer any protest. They were shifting and fumbling, but they were not objecting. They would do it now. She stepped back to give them room.

"One." She paused again. The tension in the room was quite palpable. "Two." She smiled. This would be so good for them. She was so happy that they would do it. "Three."

And, each of them did indeed remove their blindfolds, opening to their eyes the sight of their lives.

Standing before the boys were four pretty girls, dressed only in their undies and brassiere. They didn't know which one they wanted to look at the most. It was like being at the counter of a candy store, with four jars of delectable treats before them. Mary had the nice pink gum balls: so perky, cute, and juicy. Virginia, on the other hand, had large white jaw breakers, begging to be squeezed. And, the eyes could hardly resist the treats on the bottom shelves. Four pretty, sexy panties, all just standing there fully exposed. The girls' legs shifted in nervous apprehension, seeing where the boys' eyes were staring, but that only made the sight of tight pink, yellow, and white panties all the more enticing, as the girls bent and turned their knees in, wanting so much to cover themselves up but having to remain exposed as the boys' eyes feasted on their treats.

And, Dr. Lowenstein was right. Tracie's panties were really, really cute, and there was even the bunny right on her cunny mound just as she said, but, despite their best effort, they couldn't really see through them, no matter how hard they stared, which didn't make Tracie feel particularly comfortable as she could see how hard the boys were staring at her there. She did, though, quickly retrieve her glasses. It was hardly right that they could all see her but all of the boys' penises were still rather blurry for her.

The boys also quickly found the camel toe. It was Colleen's. She had retrieved her glasses as well and she now blushed multiple shades of red as she saw the boys' eyes making their discovery, smiling with their victory at seeing the precious outline of her little pussy lips.

The sexiest undies though were by far those of Dr. Lowenstein. Whereas the girls were wearing rather routine panties and bra, with perhaps the exception of Tracie's bunny panties and matching brassiere, Dr. Lowenstein was wearing sexy lingerie, including even garters and nylons. It also helped that the doctor had the more prominent, womanly breasts and figure. The girls did truly look like girls in comparison, although that was itself rather sexy. It was like one had in front of you a very sexy mother and her more innocent daughters, who, somehow, had all lost their dresses and were quite uncomfortable about it but were doing little to hide themselves. The boys just didn't know where to look next; it was such a potpourri of sexy loveliness.

But, the boys were not alone in the fun. The girls' mortified embarrassment was countered by their own amusement, and delight, in seeing all of the stiffies before them. Dr. Lowenstein was right. They didn't actually look that threatening, particularly when one could see how uncomfortable the boys felt about exposing themselves or, more specifically, their erect penises. They seemed to be about as nervous and anxious as the girls.

The boys did indeed feel like brothers getting caught by their sisters with their pants down and penises up, and there was nothing they could do about it. They just had to stand there and let the girls see their embarrassment.

Dr. Lowenstein broke the ice. "Carl, why don't you share with the group your feelings?"

Carl felt that he was sharing quite more than enough already, but he knew that the sharing of feelings was integral to successful group treatment. "Well, frankly, Dr. Lowenstein, I feel a bit silly. No, I mean really silly. I mean, the girls look all lovely and all." They didn't actually feel particularly lovely. They also felt rather awkward, to say the least. "It's just that, well, this happened once before to me and it wasn't much fun."

Dr. Lowenstein was pleased, very pleased. It was a sign that her technique was working, stimulating the recovery of repressed memories of prior traumatic experiences. "Tell us about it, Carl."

Carl wasn't sure which was worse. Standing here, exposing your erection to these girls, or telling the girls about having already been embarrassed about having done so previously. Still, Virginia had been willing to reveal her story. He should do the same.

"Carl, I know this can be difficult, but it is through the disclosure to the group of past difficult experiences that we overcome them, and it is through the failure to do so that they continue to haunt us."

He knew she was right about that. "Well, I was, like, looking at some things on the internet, you know, reading stories and such, and well, I pulled down my pants to, well, you know, and just then, I didn't know the door was unlocked, and my sister came in, and saw me, with, um, you know." He didn't finish it.

"With what, Carl?" She stepped up to him, this beautiful, gorgeous woman dressed in quite sexy undies, her lace covered breasts about even with his eyes, and she grasped hold, once again, of his hard cock through his boxers, clutching the head of his dick, pressing it into the palm of her hand.

Dr. Lowenstein was quite adept at the Gestalt approach of using physical exercises to draw out feelings and thoughts, and she knew full well the value of fondling a boy's penis when trying to get him to discuss his insecurities.

Most everyone gasped at the sight of the doctor's hand grasping the boy's erection. The other guys were frankly quite jealous, at least with the doctor touching him like that, and actually a couple of the girls were as well. They wouldn't mind seeing what it was like to grab hold of one. Tracie though looked away, feeling rather shocked by what she saw.

Carl knew he better answer. Teachers had put him on the spot before, calling on him to acknowledge some personal feelings, but never like this, never to talk about "My penis, Dr. Lowenstein," he said, his voice a bit high with anxiety.

"Well, it wasn't just that she saw your penis, was it, Carl?" It was important for the effectiveness of the therapy to express precisely what was particularly traumatizing.

"No, ma'am," he said more softly, as Dr. Lowenstein lightly caressed the tip of his erection with the tip of her fingers. "It was because it was hard."

"You had a 'boner,' didn't you, Carl."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Right in front of your sister."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, how did she react?"

"She laughed. She laughed. She thought it was funny looking."

"Mary, do you think it's funny looking?"

It was Mary's turn to blush, not really enjoying the attention shifting to her. "Oh no, ma'am, no, no, it's not funny at all." She knew this didn't sound right. She didn't mean to sound critical or anything. "I mean, I think it's a very handsome looking boner." That probably was going too far in the opposite direction, and her face became even redder.

Dr. Lowenstein smiled at Mary's awkward attempt at being supportive. It was, after all, her first one. "Yes, Mary, I think it's very handsome, indeed."

Carl would not consider his erection, poking out his boxers, to be "handsome," but the fact that Mary was saying something, anything, that was nice, went far in helping him with his self-consciousness. He even let himself smile, at least a bit.

Dr. Lowenstein shifted her attention to Virginia's proud, thrusting breasts, capped by quite evident nipples poking hard through her brassiere like a couple of bullets. She flicked one of them with her finger and said with a mischievous grin on her face, "Some of the girls, of course, have their own little erections, don't they boys."

"Dr. Lowenstein!" Virginia protested. She was quite proud of her breasts. They were clearly the biggest ones in the room, next to the doctor's, of course. But she wasn't so sure she wanted the boys' attention drawn to them in this particular state. Each of the other girls snuck brief glances at their own nipples, hoping that they were not sticking out as well, but, to their disappointment, most indeed were quite erect, either from the excitement of their half-undress or simply the chill in the air-conditioned room.

Mary quickly brought her hands to her brassiere to try to hide her stiffy nips, but that only drew the attention to her. It was frankly all the more arousing to see her so ineffectively trying to maintain her modesty yet actually squeezing her titties through her brassiere.

"Now, now Mary," Dr. Lowenstein scolded, "We must bear our feelings, our hearts, our souls to each other within this group, as well as our cute perky nipples." Mary quite reluctantly withdrew her hands, revealing really quite prominently pointing nipples. She blushed profusely as she realized that all eyes were now turned to her, or, more accurately, her thrusting nips.

"And, William, what is it that you are hiding?" William was covering himself up as well. "Now Willy. We will have none of that. Let the girls see your stiffy Willy."

The girls giggled at the joke, but it wasn't that funny for the boys. William had already been softening with the nervous tension and now seemed to be going entirely limp once again, despite the substantial visual stimulation so available before him. "Girls," the doctor observed, "Williams is sadly losing his erection." The boys just couldn't seem to win. Drawing attention to their erections was embarrassing, but perhaps it was more embarrassing to draw attention to the loss of one. "Now girls, is that how you would want your boyfriend to react when you're standing in front of him, wearing only your undies?"

They looked at Dr. Lowenstein, although it wasn't easy taking their eyes off the tent poles, and shook their heads. "No, no, ma'am," Virginia spoke up.

"Well, maybe we should just make fun of him some more. After all, he doesn't seem to be much of a man anymore, does he?"

The reverse psychology was obvious to her, but not to the girls, nor the boys. The boys fell silent, not wanting to draw any such attention to themselves, but with that remark they could also feel a dwindling excitement. Virginia though spoke up. Perhaps it was the size of her breasts that emboldened her, but that didn't really matter. Dr. Lowenstein had expected a leader to come forth, somebody who would speak on behalf of the group. "I don't think that would really be too helpful, Dr. Lowenstein. I mean, there's really no need to hurt his feelings." She was surprised at how she stood up against the doctor, not realizing how powerful a group experience and group pressure can be. People at times do things in the context of a group that they would not do alone.

"Well, perhaps you're right, Virginia, but what can we do to help Willy's little limp penis?"

It was clear that the girls could do a lot of things, but none of them wanted to make a suggestion, knowing full well that this would imply volunteering to do the job.

"You know what I think would be rather cute?"

They weren't too sure they wanted to find out. Dr. Lowenstein recalled William's prior reaction to her description of Colleen's camel toe. Perhaps she could build on this.

She went around behind the girls, the boys' eyes following her full breasts, noticeably bouncing and jiggling now that they were clothed only within her brassiere. Dr. Lowenstein got behind Tracie. She then firmly grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them up, giving Tracie a feminine wedgie. Whereas the boy would feel the discomfort of his briefs pulling tightly on his balls, Tracie experienced no such physical discomfort but, she was clearly as shocked and dismayed as any boy receiving a wedgie, as the girl's wedge provided a very distinct camel toe. "Dr. Lowenstein!" she protested, dancing up on her toes to try to lessen the effect.

"Now, isn't that pretty, Willy?"

William's eyes widened at the sight. There was indeed something distinctly appealing about seeing the outline of a girl's cunnie through her panties. His penis instantly began to swell once again and, surprisingly, he was happy about it. It was embarrassing to have the girls see it, but it had been more embarrassing to be the only boy without one.

"Very, very, good, Tracie." She reached her around her and lightly drew her finger down the slit of the now tightly wrapped cunnie. It was almost like her panties were just painted on. "Do you see what a therapeutic effect your darling little camel toe is having on Willy's willy?"

Tracie though continued to stand on her tip toes, hoping that her budding moisture was not seeping through.

"In fact," Dr. Lowenstein continued, "I think it's quite unfair that the girls can now clearly see the outline of all of the boys' winkies through their undies, but a couple of the girls are still hiding. Mary and Virginia, would you please pull up your panties as well? In the group process, everybody really should participate."

Neither Mary nor Virginia were particularly enthusiastic about this. But, it was certainly true that they could see the outline of the boys' penises pressing against their undies, and Tracie and Colleen already had their panties pulled up tight. They looked at each other in mutual sympathy for their shared dilemma.

"I know what will help, girls," Dr. Lowenstein offered. "Why don't each of you pull up the panties of the other girl, at the same time, while Tracie pulls up mine." It was only fair that Tracie give Dr. Lowenstein a wedgie.

It was easier to pull up another girl's panties rather than one's own. It was like pushing each other into the cold water of a pool rather than having to jump in on one's own. They turned to face each other and grasped the waistband of each other's panties. Tracie giggled as she grabbed hold of the doctor's panties.

The boys openly grinned at the sight. It was like they were guests at a girl's slumber party, one in which the mother had even unexpectedly joined in. They didn't really know what girls did at slumber parties, but they imagined that it must be something like this.

The girls pulled up on each other's panties, firmly lodging them tightly within their crotches, tightly framing their girlish charms.

"Excellent, excellent," observed Dr. Lowenstein, laughing as Tracie pulled hers tightly up as well. "Yes, well, that is a bit of an odd sensation, isn't it girls. Oh my goodness!" she squealed as Tracie gave her another hard pull.

Tracie giggled as she pulled up the doctor's panties. There was something uniquely pleasing about giving the pretty doctor a wedgie. Turnabout was fair play!

The pupils of the boys eyes opened up wide as they saw the pussy lips of the doctor. They had all noticed her attractiveness when they were interviewed to join the group. All of them had subsequently had fantasies about her. All young men have fantasies about pretty doctors, lawyers, and professors. And, now this one had her panties all pulled up tight, showing them the outline of her cunt lips. This therapy was fantastic!

"Now turn to face the boys, ladies."

They did as they were told, albeit with considerable reluctance. It wasn't like they were actually showing them their cunnies, but it was awfully close.

"Well, I must say," Dr. Lowenstein said with considerable pride, "I think all of you look just wonderful. All dressed up in your undies, showing off to each other. Jason, don't you think Virginia's panties are now especially appealing?"

Jason would feel that his stiff dick should speak for itself, but he understood as well that the therapist needed them to speak up, to openly express their feelings. "Well, yes ma'am, I think they look pretty neat, um, that way."

"Which one do you like the best, Jason?"

That was a difficult question, to say the least. Frankly, they were all extremely appealing, and he certainly didn't want to imply that one of them wasn't. "Dr. Lowenstein, really, I think they're all really real pretty."

"Isn't that nice girls, he thinks you all have very pretty panties, with such cute perky cunnies."

It was terribly embarrassing to show the boys their cunnies this way, but they did at least appreciate hearing that they looked pretty, down there. Tracie even smiled and pulled up tighter on hers. If this is what the boys liked, well, she should make herself even prettier.

"But, Jason, I can't let you get away with avoiding the question. That was very diplomatic of you, but which one is the prettiest of the pretty?"

Jason was on the spot, but a judge at a beauty contest must at times make an arbitrary decision. He decided to vote for the one who just showed the most enthusiasm. "Well, I guess I would say Tracie, as she pulled hers up even tighter."

Virginia and Colleen briefly pouted in disappointment. The attention would have made them very self-conscious but they would still like to have been picked. Tracie beamed with pride and twisted her hips back and forth, waving her prize cunnie with pride. It was the first beauty contest she had ever won.

"You liked that, didn't you, Tracie," Dr. Lowenstein observed.

Tracie looked demurely to the floor and softly admitted, "Yes, ma'am."

"It's always nice when boys recognize how pretty you are. All of you girls are really very pretty. But, I think the boys find you the prettiest in your most feminine place." The girls blushed.

"Jason, why don't you give Tracie a nice little kiss of appreciation."

It was Jason's turn to redden. He certainly would like to kiss Tracie, but it was, of course, entirely unclear whether she wanted to be kissed. He looked at her apprehensively.

Tracie, however, gave him a little modest smile and self-conscious fluttering of her eyes. She wouldn't mind a little kiss. After all, he did pick her. She said softly, "It's okay."

Jason's heart raced as he moved over to stand in front of her, his hard cock pointing, leading the way.

Tracie's heart was pounding as well. She knew that there would be some therapeutic exercises in expressions of feelings, even affection, but this was certainly more than she had expected, a boy with an obvious hard-on kissing her with the both of them just in their undies.

Jason bent forward, being careful not to let the tip of his cock touch her abdomen. He certainly didn't want to offend her with his embarrassment. Tracie turned her face and offered her cheek. Jason gave her a polite, quick peck.

"Well, that was certainly very sweet, Jason and Tracie, but I think two boys and girls dressed only in their undies, showing off their most personal and private parts, should do a little more than just that, don't you kids agree?"

"Oh yes, Tracie," Virginia chimed in, "give Jason a real kiss."

"Virginia!" Tracie complained. She knew that if Virginia was in the same place as her, she wouldn't be so eager. But, Virginia wasn't alone. There was a building sexual tension in the air, and all of them did want to see more. Colleen even clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Oh yes, yes. Let's see a real kiss!" It was indeed as if they were at a slumber party, playing some sort of kissing game. It was all quite innocent. Well, not really, but with the doctor there it was still all just good fun and even good for them.




Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



Tracie knew that she would have to do it. It wasn't like she didn't at all want to. She liked kissing boys, and Jason was a very cute boy. But, she had never kissed a boy before dressed only in her brassiere and panties, and he even had an erection! Thank goodness for the doctor's support or she really wouldn't do this. She turned again to Jason, leaned forward a bit, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips.

Jason kept his eyes open as he didn't want to miss a thing. He stepped forward, lightly placed his hands on her hips, her small, naked hips, and leaned in to her.

Tracie had a moment of panic when she felt the tip of his penis against her tummy. And, then, she felt his chest press against her brassiere, her undies. And, then, his lips on hers. It was all so terribly intimate, and exciting.

The room was dead silent as the two gave each other a prolonged kiss. There was no use of any tongue. They weren't quite ready for that. But, once their lips had connected, they didn't really want to separate them. It felt so nice, so loving, so sweet. Tracie even placed her hands on his shoulders, drawing him in a bit closer to her, pressing her soft, tender breasts against him.

It was just as good for Jason, perhaps even better, as he felt her pull him toward her, feeling her supple, squishy titties pressing harder into his chest, and his hard penis pressing even harder against her tummy. He wanted to squeeze her even harder, letting his cock rub against her, rubbing for the first time against the bare skin of a girl. He was still in his underwear, but that wouldn't stop him from cumming, although he knew that would probably be some sort of a violation of the group process and, besides, he suspected that she would just pull back in fright if he tried to squeeze in closer.

"Now, now, I think that's enough you two." Dr. Lowenstein was pleased with their progress, and it was time to move on.

They broke their kiss.

"That was very good, Jason," Dr. Lowenstein observed. "But, don't you think that Tracie deserves a kiss where she was most appreciated?"

They both turned to Dr. Lowenstein in surprise, and shock, as did all of the other group members. She wasn't suggesting what she seemed to be saying, was she?

"Now, don't you all look so shocked and surprised," although they certainly did. "You joined this group to learn to better express your feelings, to overcome your social anxiety, and it is through the support and process of the group that you will do so. Now, Jason, you get down on your knees before this lovely girl."

Jason did as he was told, his cock rock hard at the thought of what he was about to do.

Tracie's eyes widened at the thought of what he was about to do. She asked, "Are you sure this is okay, Dr. Lowenstein?"

"Oh yes, dear, trust me now. I'm your doctor and I think you will soon find this exercise to be most beneficial."

"Yes, ma'am" she softly replied, covering her face with her hands as she felt Jason's breath on her thighs. She knew she was getting a bit moist down there, and she sorely hoped that he wouldn't be able to tell. And, what if she didn't smell good? She could feel a rising tide of panic. Now she wasn't so sure that she should have pulled her panties up and won the contest.

Jason's eyes were within an inch of the cute little camel toe, so sweetly displayed within her bunny panties. He had never seen anything so lovely, so delectable, so tasty.

"Grasp her bottom with your hands, Jason. Pull her to you and give her a very nice kiss on her other lips."

Jason did as he was told, basking in the pleasure of the feel of her soft, pliant, little bum cheeks in his hands. He pulled her to him, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against her cunnie.

She felt so soft there, maybe even a little wet. And, she smelled so precious, so lovely. He took a deep breath, drawing in her scent.

"Rub your lips around, Jason, give her a real good kiss. After all, it's the prettiest little camel toe in the group and it deserves all of your affection, doesn't it now."

He couldn't disagree with that, and he began to caress and massage her cunnie lips through her tightly pulled panties. He wasn't the least bit experienced at doing this. That was evident to Dr. Lowenstein, but it wasn't to Tracie. And, what he lacked in experience he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. It wasn't long before she felt her legs weaken and tremble. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders as he continued to explore, scrunch, and kiss her cunnie.

"Be sure to use your tongue this time, Jason, girls like that."

"Oh my," Tracie gasped as she felt his tongue on her cunnie. She did indeed like that. She hadn't really thought that she would like it that much, but it did feel terribly wonderful, terribly erotic, and she lost all concern about her own wetness as his tongue thoroughly soaked her panties, Jason's tongue lapping away like a puppy with a treat. And, when his tongue hit her clit she squealed, "Jason, yes, yes, there," and she pressed her pelvis hard into his mouth.

The boys were stunned mute, albeit Carl and William were not so stunned as to avoid lightly touching their cocks through their underwear. It was a natural reaction to seeing a girl writhing with excitement at the feel of a boy kissing and licking her cunt. They might not have even been entirely aware that they were doing it and, fortunately for them, it largely went unnoticed by the other group members, as it was clear where everyone's eyes were focused.

Dr. Lowenstein, being the more dispassionate group leader, had noticed Carl and William. She would prefer that they exercise more self-control, but boys will be boys and, besides, it was good for William to help maintain his erection. She let the two of them continue to enjoy the exercise a bit longer, as it was clear that Tracie and Jason certainly were.

It was always good to see patients take well to a therapeutic exercise, but there was, after all, others within the room and they should not be neglected. She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Yes, yes, alright then, that's enough. Very, very good demonstration Jason, Tracie."

Neither of them wanted it to end, but the doctor did know best. Jason pulled away and returned to his feet, his own legs now a bit weak as he wanted desperately to finish himself off, as did Tracie as well. They were both intensely desiring some satisfaction. Their faces were flushed now with arousal, although Tracie was as well with embarrassment, knowing what she must have looked like to the others as she ground her cunnie into Jason's face. They briefly stole glances at each other, letting each other know how much they had enjoyed it but also how self-conscious they felt about it.

Dr. Lowenstein strode down confidently before the two rows of undressed students, lightly tapping and squeezing the head of each erection she passed. "Now then, let's see, which of these, girls, do you think is the most handsome?"

Turnabout was again fair play. It was a natural complement to the judging of the cunnies. "Mary, I recall you felt that Carl was sporting a quite handsome pole, isn't that right?"

Mary's face went ashen. She had indeed said so, but she hadn't thought that it would mean or imply what she was afraid she was about to hear. "Yes, I did, doctor, but."

"Now, you can judge his butt later. Jason gave Tracie a nice kiss on her femininity, it's only fair that you give Carl a kiss on his masculinity."

Carl had let go of his cock when the doctor had clapped her hands and that was probably fortunate, as he was getting close to cumming in his boxers. That would have been terribly embarrassing. However, the thought of having Mary give him a kiss, down there, made his dick swell further and his balls pull in tight.

"Oh doctor, I really don't know if I can do that," Mary protested. Kissing a guy down there seemed awfully difficult, if not really very personal.

"Now dear, we are all in this together. As you know, what happens in group therapy stays in group therapy. We are all bound by our confidentiality, and it's in the safety and protection of the group that you can explore new horizons, push past your insecurities. Now, come on, dear." She took Mary by the hand and led her over to Carl.

Mary's eyes were fixed on his boxer's bulging bulb. It looked awfully scary, pushing so hard against the thin cotton, like it wanted to just burst through.

Carl's eyes weren't fixed at all. They wandered from Mary's lovely breasts, so prettily clad in her pink brassiere, her cunnie lips pressing through her panties, and her sweet, pretty face and young soft pouting lips, which would soon be pressed against the head of his cock. He never thought group therapy would be as good as this. He could feel his palms sweating.

Dr. Lowenstein placed her hands on Mary's shoulders and gently pushed her down. "Now, you saw Jason kiss Tracie in his very special, personal way. Let's see you if you can do the same for Carl."

Mary kept her eyes open, needing to see the target as she got down on her knees and leaned forward. However, she did close her eyes once her lips made contact with the tip of Carl's penis. Carl's eyes, however, widened with delight at the sight of this pretty girl's pursed lips making contact with his hard dick. "Oh Mary," he gasped at the feel of her lovely lips on his cock.

Mary pushed against his dick but, unlike Tracie's cunnie, it yielded to the pressure. She inched up closer and pressed on him until it was pushed back against his abdomen.

She grabbed hold of his butt and tried to move her lips around and around his soft swollen bulb, like Jason had done with Tracie, but his cock kept wiggling away. She knew what she had to do. She released her hold of his butt, grabbed his cock through his boxers, opened up her lips and absorbed the head fully into her mouth, clasping her lips around the cock head to keep it firmly in place and then attacked it with her tongue.

"Oh my gosh," gasped Carl as he felt her tongue lapping at his cock. He couldn't help himself. He grasped her head in his hands and pressed her down more tightly on him. He couldn't belief it. His cock was actually in a girl's mouth. It was through his boxers, but it was still there, and it felt so good, so very, very good. A girl's tongue was actually working on his dick head.

And, with that thought, that sight, and that feel, it was altogether too much. He felt the surge in his loins, the signal of the inevitable explosion. His legs went weak and buckled, he leaned forward, and his dick twitched as a blast of cum gushed out, splatting against his boxers and her tongue.

"Oh my gosh!" squealed Mary. She pulled back in surprise and fright, as she watched and felt his cock twitch and jerk in her hand, spurting its load into his boxers.

"Oh man, oh man," gasped Carl, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept saying as his dick jumped and lurched in Mary's hand, filling his boxers with his hot, wet, sticky cum.

"Good job, Mary!" exclaimed Dr. Lowenstein. "What a very sexy girl you are! Look what you made him do, and so quickly."

Everybody did indeed see what she made him do.

Carl was mortified, albeit lost as well in the pleasure of his cumming as waves of intense relief coursed through him as he continued to fill his boxers with globs of cum, gushing and spurting as if there was no end.

He felt like he had just wet his pants in front of everyone in the group, which is precisely what he had done. Even though it wasn't the usual meaning of wetting your pants, it sure looked that way and, besides, it didn't make him feel particularly proud to have cum so quickly.

Mary wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was certainly surprised, but also quite excited by the sight and feel of his cock jerking and spurting. And, she was frankly a bit pleased, if not proud, that she had made him cum so fast. She swished her tongue around in her mouth, tasting the little bit of his juice that had escaped through his boxers before she had pulled away. She now wished that she hadn't pulled away so quickly. She wondered what a good mouthful would taste like. She considered putting her face back down on it, but everybody would probably be grossed out by that.

When he was done, Carl pulled back and covered himself.

"Oh no, Carl, we will have none of that here. No hiding in the group. Let's see what a big mess you made in your boxers or, should I say, what a mess Mary made."

He reluctantly pulled his hands away. It was indeed quite a mess. Pretty much the entire front of his boxers was soaking wet, and they didn't feel that terribly comfortable.

Dr. Lowenstein, being the empathic doctor, sensed his discomfort. "Those wet undies can't feel that good on you right now, can they Carl."

Carl didn't know what to do. "No ma'am."

"Well then, Mary, why don't you pull them down so we can clean the boy up."

Mary smiled at the thought. She was rather nervous about seeing a big boner sticking up at her, but she wasn't terribly intimidated by the sight of a limp one and, besides, she was curious about seeing his cum.

"Oh, ma'am, I can do it myself." He looked around for a bathroom, but there was none to be found, not even any wash clothes, towels, or rags.

"Now, don't be shy. No reason to be modest here. Mary, you go ahead, pull them down."

Mary didn't wait for another objection from Carl. She grabbed the waistband of his boxers and thrust them down to his ankles in one quick motion.

The air immediately filled with the scent of his cum. To Mary, it was like the scent of a fresh, fruity cologne filling the air. She took a deep breath of his manliness as she helped Carl step out of his wet boxers, and then she carefully helped wipe him clean with the boxers' bottoms, which were the only part not wet.

Carl shuffled his feet self-consciously as she cleaned him up. He felt like a boy being washed by his mother or, more accurately, and even worse, his sister.

Mary though enjoyed it. It allowed her to get a closer inspection, visually and tactually, of the shape and feel of the boy's genitalia. And, when she was done she couldn't resist the temptation. She brought his boxers to her nose to get a closer, more deep whiff of his scent and, her face now safely hidden by his boxers, she stuck out her tongue to get a further taste as well.

"Isn't the scent just wonderful, Mary?"

"Oh yes, ma'am," she acknowledged, though blushing at getting caught in her naughty indiscretion.

"Here, why don't you hand them to Colleen. Let all the girls enjoy the sweet smell of fresh manly cum."

Each of the girls was indeed very curious, albeit a bit ashamed at being so, and certainly rather self-conscious about sniffing cum soaked boxers. However, in the safety of the group, with their mutual support, they allowed themselves to explore, to grow.

"Tracie, I imagine your panties are a little wet as well. Why don't you pass them over to William so that the boys can see what a girl smells like."

"Oh, Dr. Lowenstein, I don't know."

"Now, I know. Many girls are rather self-conscious about their scent down there." That was certainly true, and they all blushed a bit at that admission. But, it was good to get these things out in the open. This was what the group was for. "Here, let's all take off our panties and let the boys sniff each one. That way nobody will be on the spot. We'll all be in this together."

The girls, and the boys, continued to be impressed by their doctor. Her willingness to go the extra mile for them was most impressive. The doctor leaned forward, placed her thumb within the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down, past her garters, her nylons, and handed them to William.

"Wow, these smell really good, Dr. Lowenstein," William exclaimed as he pressed them to his nose and took a deep whiff. Dr. Lowenstein had in fact cheated a bit. She had scented her panties with perfume prior to the session, as she often did before conducting sexual therapies. She was not herself immune from self-conscious inhibitions, although none of her patients, or boyfriends, had ever registered a complaint with regard to her more natural aroma.

"Why thank you, William. How gracious of you to say so." She turned back to Tracie. "Alright then, Tracie, you next, and the rest of you as well."

The girls could hardly say no now. After all, Carl was completely naked, his limp, wet penis out in the open air, and the doctor as well was now without her panties. But, they could also see the boys' eyes glued to her womanly cunt.

Dr. Lowenstein did have a very attractive cunt. She was covered in a delicate growth that did little to hide what was underneath. Her mound rose high and full. Her inner labia were thin, wavy pink, folds that reached out, providing a wet, stimulating, fleshy entrance to whatever desired to approach. The boys' balls pulled in at the sight. Even Carl could feel some renewal. The girls wondered if their own cunnies could really compete.

Dr. Lowenstein though continued to be aware of and sensitive to their feelings. "You know, each girl has her own precious flower. Believe me, it will be a wonderful garden."

It was perhaps a little schmaltzy, but it did appeal to the girls. They each took a deep breath, placed their thumbs into their panties, bent over, and pulled them down, their little bottoms feeling the cold air of the room as they became exposed.

They modestly covered their femininity as they handed their panties to the boys across from them, blushing ever so deeply as they saw them gleefully sniff and share their personal scents. If they looked terribly closely, though, which they didn't really want to do, Mason only feigned his interest. The girls were, in any case, able to fulfill their own curiosity, each in turn, with the arrival of Carl's wet boxers. They had to admit that his cum didn't smell at all bad. In fact, it was rather nice. They wondered if the boys' enjoyed their own scents as well as they enjoyed the smell of Carl. Perhaps it was some sort of gender thing, where one sex prefers the scent of the other, but not their own?

Dr. Lowenstein smiled as she saw the group exploring the sights and scents before them. Her patients were truly growing, discovering. "Now girls, don't hide your cunnies from the boys. Let them have a good peek."

Virginia again spoke up. "But, Dr. Lowenstein, if we have to show them our things, they should have to show us theirs."

"Well, you're so right, Virginia. I think you raise an excellent point." It was always helpful to positively reinforce a member's appropriate assertiveness. It served not only to develop her further growth but also to encourage others through her role modeling. "Boys, let's show these young ladies how much you enjoy the sight of their bountiful garden."

It was now the boys' turn to be on the spot, to have no strong basis to disagree. None were particularly proud of their members. Well, that wasn't true. They were all very proud in the privacy of their bedrooms, at times even admiring themselves in a mirror, hoping someday that a girl would in fact be equally impressed at the sight of their stout manhoods. But, they also knew that no girl was likely to be so affected. More likely she would be disappointed. She wouldn't show it. She wouldn't be so rude. But, surely she must be disappointed.

The three of them slipped their thumbs into their waistbands and pulled down their briefs and boxers. Their young stiff stiffies popping out into the open air, like divining rods at the discovery of water.

The girls' eyes widened in wonder. They were terribly cute when they were tucked away in their undies, but out in the open they looked rather imposing, and certainly very masculine. Dr. Lowenstein recognized that none were particularly big. Carl's was perhaps the biggest, when he was big. He was still largely flaccid. But, she knew for the girls that the boys' penises probably all appeared to be rather big. The first ones do look the biggest. And, here were three young stout ones, standing straight up, so engorged with blood the red bulbs were glistening in the light. To the girls, these were indeed strong, manly spears. Colleen and Mary instinctively closed their thighs, knowing full well where these weapons wanted to pierce.




Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



The boys were equally well treated. Dr. Lowenstein, of course, was right again. The four girls did provide a lovely garden of fresh, young buds. They were surprised at how different they looked. Virginia's cunnie was really quite full and fleshy, with two full rows of large, soft, wet lips. Hers looked the most like Dr. Lowenstein's. Colleen's was at the opposite end, being just a little slit on a tiny pouch, with only a smattering of kitty hair. Tracie's was comparable to Colleen's, although appearing to be somewhat redder, perhaps swollen with her arousal, her feminine dew glistening in the light. And, Mary's was among the more intriguing, and enticing, with her very evident clit poking out at the top. It was indeed a garden of delights.

The boys wore now only their socks. The girls still had on their brassieres, which seemed rather incongruous in the context of no panties. But, even that was frankly endearing. It bespoke of their modesty whilst revealing their most dearest of intimacies.

"Well now, isn't this much better," Dr. Lowenstein observed. "All of us sharing with each other our most personal of secrets, and they are so lovely. The girls with their sweet flowers and the boys with their staunch weapons. Well, of course, with the exception of Carl."

Carl was indeed feeling out of place, being the only boy without a full erection. It was his fault though, cumming so quickly. He felt like the boy at a fishing hole without a pole. All of his friends had their rods hanging out, ready to fish for cunnie. He could only just stand there, his pole no better than a limp worm.

The group though was beginning to come together. They could see Carl's disappointment and they were not about to leave one of their own behind. Dr. Lowenstein had to prompt them earlier, goading them into defending and helping William, but this was no longer necessary.

"Dr. Lowenstein," Mary suggested, "Would it be alright if I helped Carl get another erection? I mean, after all, I was the one who made him lose it."

"Well, that would be wonderful, Mary. And, how would a girl do that?"

Mary hadn't fully thought that through. She did know though what she wanted to do. She strode back to him, watching his eyes watching the waving of her cunnie as she approached him. "Do you like my cunnie, Carl?"

"Oh yes, yes, very much." He could feel perspiration forming on his brow. Mary was acting rather bold, and she sure felt that way.

When she reached him she dropped back down on her knees, looked up at him, her large round eyes sparkling with a flirtatious mischievousness, and asked in her most coquettish voice, "Can I please put your penis back in my mouth, Carl?"

Carl was speechless, but he did manage a nod. He couldn't believe this pretty girl actually wanted to do it.

And she sure did. This time, with her eyes wide open she grinned broadly as she leaned forward and took Carl's penis back into her mouth. She then closed her eyes to bask in the pleasure of the feel of his young manliness on her tongue. It was a quite different feel with a softened penis within her mouth, against her tongue. She could now be the one to bring him back to his manly strength.

The other girls, though, were not about to just stand by and have Mary do all the work or, more accurately, have all the fun. They wanted to help as well. "Let me help too," Virginia offered and, before Mary (or Dr. Lowenstein) could object, she snuggled up to Carl's right side. Mary thought about objecting. She would have liked to do it all herself, but she knew that it was important to let the other girls get involved. Virginia pressed her large breasts against Carl's arm and brought her left hand down to his butt and lightly tickled, caressed, and scratched his naked bum, giggling all the time.

Tracie followed Virginia's lead and positioned herself on his other side. She snuggled his neck, giving him little pecks as she ran her fingers up and down his back and pressed her brassiere, her breast, into his left arm.

"What can I do, Dr. Lowenstein?" Colleen felt left out. She could get behind Carl, but that hardly seemed like any fun. Dr. Lowenstein, though, knew precisely the direction the group should take. It was important for everyone in the group to feel needed, to be involved. "Well, Colleen, why don't you help Jason, William, and Mason keep their stiffies. I'm sure they would be most grateful."

"Oh my," Colleen exclaimed. She hadn't been expecting that. Her face flushed with trepidation and excitement as she looked upon the three erections. My goodness. She was to play with all three of them? She had never even touched one, and now she was to handle three? "How should I do that?"

There were actually quite a few options, but Dr. Lowenstein had in mind a particular group exercise. "Well, Colleen, if I might suggest, why don't you get on your knees as well, and give each of the boys a nice kiss on his penis."

"Oh my goodness," exclaimed Colleen. This would never be something she would ever imagine doing on her own. She felt quite fortunate to be in this group. She got down on her knees.

"Now you boys get up close to Colleen. She can't reach all of you standing so far back." Each of them moved in closer to Colleen or, more accurately, her face, which was both grinning and fearful. She was such a pretty girl, and looking all the more charming as she sat back on her haunches, looking up at them through her bespectacled gleaming green eyes, her young pert breasts rising and falling within her white lace bra, waiting expectantly for the boys to grace her lips with their hard, stiff penises.


Mason was the first to arrive, and he was rewarded with the prime position of standing right in front of her. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him as he positioned the swollen bulb of his cock against her lips. It was quite a first for the both of them, the first cock on her lips and the first lips on his cock. But, they didn't have much time to treasure the moment, as the cocks of Jason and William soon arrived. They momentarily satisfied themselves with just rubbing the heads of their dicks on her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, as she lovingly took Mason's cock into her mouth and began to softly suck on the tip, all the while tickling it with her tongue.

Jason's and William's dicks though kept bumping into Colleen's glasses. She reached up to take them off, but William stopped her. "No, no, you look much prettier with them on."

Colleen smiled through the cock in her mouth, and then let it pop out. Willy deserved a reward for that. She wouldn't think of herself as being prettier with her glasses on. Many girls didn't. But, William recognized that there was something particularly endearing, adorable, in having a girl with glasses suck on your cock. It was such a clash of innocence with naughtiness, and, in this instance, there was quite a bit of naughtiness, with three cocks swinging above her bespectacled green eyes. William found it very sexy. Colleen turned her sweet face to Willy and drew his stiff dick into her mouth.

"Me too, me too," complained Jason, punching Colleen's cheek with his cock. Colleen smiled to herself. She didn't mind Jason's rather pushy penis. It was kind of nice having three cute boys all vying for her attention. She didn't want though to give up Willy's penis so soon. This was the penis of the one who likes her glasses. She gave him some extra special licks and kisses, all the time looking into his eyes through her spectacles, her own eyes twinkling with glee.

She did though reach out with her left hand and grasp hold of Jason's dick. Jason would rather have been sucked, but the feel of a girl's hand on his cock was a pretty darn good second best. In fact, much more than that. This was the first time he had felt a girl's hand on his cock. He knew it would feel good, but he had never imagined it feeling as good as this. Her fingers were so much smaller, softer, and tender than his, so tentatively exploring his size and shape. He had never felt so excited, so aroused, so happy. A girl's hand was actually playing with his hard naked cock.

Mason was himself still basking in the memory of his cock having been within Colleen's mouth. It had been so cool, so good. Just watching Colleen give Willy head was plenty good too. But, seeing that she was using a free hand on Jason, he quickly moved around William to get on his other side, so that she could use her right hand on him, which he quickly found, as had Jason, to be an awfully good second best.

Colleen might be enjoying it as much as the boys. Well, probably not. But, she was enjoying it a great deal. She was actually giving pleasure to three guys at the same time! If anyone had said the day before that she would be down on her knees, performing oral sex on one guy as she masturbated two others, well, she would have been disgusted at the thought, and appalled, insulted, that it was even being suggested. Yet, here she was, and enjoying it. It was, after all, part of the group therapy. It was upon doctor's orders. It wasn't like she was some sort of a slut or anything. She could feel moisture oozing from her cunnie.

She began to slide her head up and down on William's cock. She knew that a boy would like that. It was like she was making love to him with her face.

William was shocked. This girl was actually fucking his cock with her face! This sweet, innocent girl, or at least innocent-looking, was giving him a face fuck. He wanted to return the forceful thrusts with his own hips, but he didn't want to scare or disturb her, but he did, at least just a bit, move his hips in synchrony with the pumping of her head, all the while feeling her tongue lapping away at his head and shaft.

Colleen matched her head thrusts with her hands. To do otherwise wouldn't be particularly fair to Mason or Jason, and, besides, it actually made it easier for the whole effort to be in sync. She at least hoped that she was doing a good job, making them all happy.

She was doing a splendid job; perhaps in fact too splendid. These young men had never experienced anything like this before, and coupled with the visual stimulation they had already been provided, they couldn't, wouldn't, last long.

Not surprisingly, William was the first to feel the internal surge. "Wait, wait," he gasped, but Colleen couldn't hear him above the sound of her mouth slurping up and down on his cock, and her hands slapping the two other dicks. And, besides, she didn't want to stop. She wanted to take this all the way.

But, she did notice a sudden shift in Willy's cock. It seemed to suddenly jerk, perhaps she even thought swell a bit further, and then she felt, and tasted, the splash of his cum on the roof of her mouth. She didn't know what she should do. Maybe Dr. Lowenstein wouldn't want her to have Willy cum in her mouth. Maybe she had gone too far?

She pulled back from William's cock in mid-cum, receiving the second blast smack on her nose, a big wet white wad that stuck to her like she was wearing a clown's nose. "Goodness!" she exclaimed, her eyes crossing as she looked at the white blob on the tip of her nose.

Mason and Jason had themselves been close as well, and with the sight of William shooting off on Colleen's face, they too felt themselves going over the edge. They pulled themselves from Colleen's hands, gripped their cocks in their own, and joined the hosing, each of them shooting wads, ropes, and splats of cum on Colleen's pretty face.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," was all Colleen could say, as her face became streaked and splattered with the boys' sticky hot cum. It was now darn good that she had kept her glasses on, as the lenses were soon covered in cum, her vision effectively blocked, but her eyes remain protected.

She wasn't too sure what to do. She could have pulled away from the guys. She could have even protected herself with her hands. But, she was reassured by her therapist. Dr. Lowenstein had moved up behind her as she was giving head to Mason, in part to provide support for the exercise but, frankly, to get a closer look. And, when the boys started shooting their loads onto her face, she placed a reassuring hand on Colleen's shoulder and said, "Wonderful, Colleen, so beautiful, so lovely," as she watched the boys' cum splash down, like half plugged hoses, repeatedly coughing and sputtering their loads. Some of it got on her own hand and arm but she did not pull back. Receiving ancillary injury was a necessary burden of providing support for Colleen.

The other three girls stopped their ministration of Carl to watch the show. He was, in any case, back to full erection. Mary didn't really want to stop, wanting herself to bring Carl off again, but even she had to break away, as it really was a bewitching sight.

The girls were frankly quite impressed with Colleen. None of them thought they could do such a thing, but her courage was inspiring, and as she squealed with excitement at being so thoroughly plastered with cum from three different directions they also grew even jealous. Virginia cheered, "Go get em girl!"

And that she did. By the time they were done, the cum was dripping off her cheeks, nose, and chin, splashing down upon her chest, her brassiere. "Oh my goodness, Dr. Lowenstein," she said, turning to look up at her, but not really being able to see the doctor, through the white cloud of cum on her spectacles.

Dr. Lowenstein smiled back. She carefully removed Colleen's glasses, and then reached down, picked up Colleen's discarded panties, and began to clean off the girl's cum soaked face. She felt like a mother helping her daughter who too eagerly opened a blender and got a face full of vanilla milk shake.

The boys were apologetic. "Oh Colleen, I'm so sorry," exclaimed William. At the time it was happening the boys were lost in their pleasures, the pleasure of their own orgasmic climaxes as well as the pleasure of the sight of their dousing of Colleen's face but, now that the lust had passed, they felt guilty for what they had done.

Dr. Lowenstein though would have none of it. Guilt was an emotion fueling their neurotic inhibitions. "No, no, boys, I think Colleen enjoyed it, very much in fact."

She was right about that. Colleen smiled up at the doctor as she cleaned off the cum with her panties. "I really did, Dr. Lowenstein. I wouldn't think that I would, but it was actually kind of fun." It reminded her of when she used to play squirt guns with her brothers and they would naturally gang up on her, but all in playful good fun. She looked around at the penises, now starting to soften. It's too bad that they can't go off right away again.

"But now," Dr. Lowenstein suggested, as she handed Colleen her cum drenched panties, "I think these girls deserve a little reward, don't you boys?"

They couldn't argue with that. Colleen was certainly deserving. She looked at her panties, now quite soaked with cum. She wasn't too sure that she would put them back on when the session was over, but she did take a little sniff. 

All the girls were deserving though, even for just letting the boys see their cunnies. That was certainly no small deal to them. At the moment, the boys would do just about anything for the girls. "Absolutely, ma'am," declared William.

"Excellent. I think this group is really coming together, really making excellent progress. I think for the next exercise we need the girls to receive the kisses of the boys, just like Colleen and Mary kissed the boys."

Pretty much everyone knew what she meant. The girls blushed and giggled, their titties jiggling as they instinctively covered their cunnies with their hands. Jason grinned. He would love to do it. He wanted a second chance at Tracie. Carl and William though were quite apprehensive. It wasn't that they didn't want to do it, it was just that they seriously doubted that they could do a good job. Dr. Lowenstein though, the skilled therapist that she was, reassured them.

"Now, I know you boys haven't had any experience at this, and the first time can be a bit intimidating for a guy. Like the first time you try to drive a car or ride a bike." The girls giggled at her analogy. They really wouldn't think of the guy as riding their bikes. Virginia suggested, "Isn't it more like playing a flute, Dr. Lowenstein?" Everyone laughed at that.

Dr. Lowenstein appreciated the levity. It helped relieve group tension, and it demonstrated that the members were beginning to feel comfortable with themselves, their bodies, and each other. "Yes, I suppose you're right, Virginia. But, my point is that we can help the boys. I want each of you to pick a boy and, as he is, um, playing your flute, you can help guide him to hit your best notes."

Carl and William were unsure how they felt about this. She was absolutely correct. They didn't know what to do and it would be nice of the girls to help teach them. But, they didn't really like admitting their awkwardness. Shouldn't they know what to do? Wouldn't, shouldn't, any real man just be able to do it right?

"I know you boys wouldn't ever make any real mistakes. It's certainly not as hard as playing a flute. But, just in case, this is the time, the place, to make mistakes, to experiment, in the safety, in the bosom, or more accurately, in the cunnie, of the group."

Dr. Lowenstein actually had the thought of having each of the boys practice on herself. She would certainly enjoy that. Imagine four inexperienced guys, one after the other, practicing on her, learning from her. Her pussy was getting quite warm just thinking about it. But, that might be a little self-serving and certainly not consistent with group process. She, as the leader, must sacrifice her own pleasures for the good of the group. "Alright then, girls, each of you pick a guy."

"I pick Jason!" Tracie instantly exclaimed. She had liked what he had done before, through her panties. She was getting all warm and squishy thinking about him doing it again without her panties.

Jason grinned broadly. That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I pick Carl," Mary added. It was another natural pairing.

It was like they were at a Sadie Hawkin's dance and, just as she had when she was younger, Colleen hesitated. She wanted Willy, but felt quite uncomfortable about saying so. What if he didn't want her to pick him? It was like at the beginning of the session and she was unsure of where to sit. But, this was much, much worse. Virginia sensed her uncertainty and spoke up, "I want Mason." Virginia didn't really mind which one she got. She just knew that Colleen would want William. She saw the attraction in her eyes as Colleen was using her mouth on him. So, she picked Mason.

Mason was surprised to be picked by Virginia. He considered her to be the most attractive girl in the group. She certainly had the largest breasts. But, he was terribly ambivalent about doing this. To put it bluntly, he wasn't so sure he really wanted to do it. He knew he should. It was only right if a girl is willing to do that for you that you return the favor. But, it sounded so gross to him. He hadn't even really indulged in the sniffing of the panties, other than the doctor's. Hers did smell nice. But, he had heard about how fishy girls could smell down there, and the thought of actually sticking his lips or tongue on it? Well, it really didn't appeal to him.

"Alright girls, each of you get down on the floor, on your fannies, leaning back on your elbows, legs wide open, just like you're visiting your gynecologist."

Colleen thought, 'Could she make this any harder?' She hesitated as the other three girls began to sit down.

"Colleen, what's the matter?"

She didn't want to say.

"Colleen, just say what is on your mind. Don't censor yourself."

Therapy can at times be so difficult, but she knew that she should open up like the others had done before her. "Doctor, to be honest, I really hate visiting my gynecologist. What girl wants to spread her legs open for a guy to inspect her vagina? I mean, really. And, one time he even brought in some medical students! It was terrible."




Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



Dr. Lowenstein was so pleased at how her group exercises continued to bring forth past traumatic memories that they could work through in the process of the group. "I imagine it was, Colleen. I imagine it was, which is in fact why this will be so helpful to you. You must face your fears, confront them, and they will eventually extinguish through repeated exposure. So, chop, chop, and present your lovely feminine flower to William."

They were all really quite embarrassed about this. The position was terribly revealing, even perhaps a little obscene. After all, at least the gynecologist isn't naked as well, nor is he planning on kissing or licking you down there. But, they did as they were told. They had appreciated the benefit of the prior exercises. The fact that this was so difficult probably meant that it would be even more beneficial. Personal growth is never easy. They got down on the floor and into position. Colleen was still quite reluctant, but she didn't want William to think it was because of him.

"Alright then, okay. Boys, I want you to get down on your knees, in between the legs of your partner." Most of the boys didn't need any encouragement for their role in this exercise.

When they were in position, Dr. Lowenstein instructed. "Excellent, now I want you to first just explore her sweetness with your fingers. Get to know it, see how it feels, how warm and soft it is."

The boys took to this task with considerable pleasure, even Mason, as it was just his fingers. They were all very curious, and they appreciated that they would not be asked to stimulate her right away.

As the boys were exploring the girls' vaginas, Dr. Lowenstein walked up and down, observing, guiding, and instructing. "Oh Carl, I think you were very lucky to be picked by Mary. Look what a prominent and pretty clitoris she has." Mary covered her face with her hands. It was difficult enough when the boys were standing a few feet from them, now he had his eyes just inches away, and feeling all around, while Dr. Lowenstein points out her big clitoris.

"And Virginia, why don't you spread open your lips a bit for Mason so that he can see your clitoris. In fact, yes, all the girls, open yourselves up for the boys so that they can have a good look inside."

'Yes,' Colleen thought, 'she apparently can make it harder.' With considerable mortification, Colleen reached down between her legs and opened up her vagina. This did seem like a really obscene thing to do. It was well beyond spreading her legs. She was actually spreading her cunnie lips to let a boy see inside?! This was something a whore or a porno actress might do, but not a good girl. Yet, here she was, spreading herself open. It wasn't that she disliked William or anything. On the contrary, it was just that it seemed like such a raunchy, obscene, thing to do. But, perhaps if she just keeps telling herself that this is therapy, this is therapy, this is therapy, she will get through it. It did at least help that she could see that the other three girls were doing it. The support of the group continued to help her move forward.

Virginia though did soon see one particular benefit. With the boys sitting on their knees in between their legs, the girls had a nice view of their penises as well, which, with the exception of Carl, were all rather limp and curled up. They really didn't look terribly sexy right now. In fact, they were quite silly looking, like little worms. Actually, Mason's looked like a pig in a blanket appetizer, all tucked away in his blanket of soft dough. She stifled a giggle as she doubted that it would help his self-esteem if she commented on the likeness of his penis to a bite-sized snack.

But, as she opened up her vagina to him, she could see the little piggie beginning to poke out his head. Apparently his pee-pee wanted to get a good peek as well. She asked him, or more accurately, Mason, "Do you like seeing what it looks like inside?"

Mason did indeed. It was so wet, so red, so aroused. "That's your clitoris, isn't it, right there," he replied, pointing at it but diplomatically not attempting to touch it.

"Yes it is," she softly replied, touched by his innocent curiosity. It was clear that he hadn't ever seen one before or, at least, certainly not one in real life. "I like to rub and caress it when I." She couldn't finish the sentence. It was understandably difficult to admit to masturbating, and particularly to a boy.

Mason's eyes widened further. She masturbated? Well, of course she did. He figured most girls do probably, at least every once in awhile. But, Virginia was so pretty and everything, and with such big tits. She could probably be with any guy she wanted. Why would she need to masturbate? But, more to the point, she was telling him how she did it as she spread open her pussy for him. He could feel his dick stirring with arousal.

And, Virginia smiled as she could see his literally rising interest. There was really something quite appealing about turning on a boy, and it was particularly appealing to actually watch it happen, moment by moment. Slowly but surely his penis began to swell and grow. At first just thickening, and then beginning to reach out, to lengthen, to grow up from its curled, infantile position into an adolescent, poking out from his body like a little boy's woodie, but then, extending even further, slowly rising up so that it was standing up tall and proud, like a manly man, a powerful, strong man standing proudly and forcefully, showing you his power. She could feel a drop of her arousal leak from her opened slit and drip down, down even to her exposed anus.

Mason saw the drop as well, and it didn't disgust him. On the contrary, it made him even more excited to realize how excited she was. He asked, deferentially. "Can I touch it?"

"Yes," she whispered back, "I would like that. I want you to touch it."

Mason grinned broadly as he reached over again, this time to carefully, tentatively, touch her clitoris. "Oh man," he whispered at the contact, as did Virginia whisper as well, "Mason."

He was surprised at how hard it felt, as she otherwise looked so soft. It was this little hard nub, poking up through the wet, squishy folds, which he quickly began to explore as well, his fingers wandering around, this time with more feeling; touching, exploring of her softness, her warmth, her hot wetness.

Virginia half-closed her eyes and moaned. Mason was not particularly skilled at using his fingers, but it was nevertheless the first time that any boy had used his fingers on her, and this fact alone felt so exciting, so sexy, so arousing. She opened herself up wider and thrust her pelvis out, encouraging him to do more.

"Can I lick it?" Dr. Lowenstein hadn't yet instructed them to go this far, but he wasn't about to wait any longer. It no longer seemed so gross. His cock was straining to get to it. He wanted to be as close, as intimate, as possible with her cunnie. "I'd like to kiss it, if that's okay."

"Yes, yes," she replied. "I'd like you to do that." She fell back onto the floor and spread her legs further, although still holding herself open for him.

Mason leaned down and sniffed. He was surprised. She didn't smell bad at all. It was a sort of musky smell. It was a primitive smell, but he was about to do something quite primitive, quite basic, even animalistic. He stuck out his tongue and gave her clit a wet, firm lick.

"Mason," she groaned, and pushed her cunnie into his mouth.

Mason didn't resist. On the contrary, he dove right in and began to lick and lap all over her cunt, now exploring her folds, her flaps, her valley, her ridges, with his tongue rather than with his finger, although soon bringing his finger as well into the effort, screwing it up into her hole as he worked her clit with his tongue.

Virginia let go of her cunt lips and spread her hands out beside her, coming into contact with the hands of Colleen, who was likewise giving herself over to William. They clutched each other's hands as the boys dove into their pussies.

It had been more difficult for Colleen. She had been worried in particular that he might find her cunnie, particularly the inside, to be unappealing, if not disgusting. She didn't feel especially sexy to be opening up her lips for him. The doctor had in fact asked her to do that for the medical students, and that had made it even more terribly embarrassing. One of them even seemed to snicker.

William, though, did not snicker. On the contrary, he said, "Colleen, it's so pretty."

She certainly hadn't been expecting that. She asked meekly, her eyes through the lens of her spectacles expressing her ambivalence, her doubt, her insecurity. "Is it really?"

"Really, honest," he replied.

"You're just saying that, William, cause you feel you have to."

"Colleen, look, look at me." Like Mason, his penis was speaking for him. His erection was quickly returning, demonstrating quite concretely that he really, really, did think she was quite pretty indeed.

Colleen smiled as she saw his stiffness returning. "I think he's real pretty too, Willy."

William blushed. It was nice of her to say that, although no boy thinks of his cock as being pretty.

Colleen quickly appreciated the error of her remark. "No, I mean, he's real manly looking, so big and strong."

William appreciated this description much better.

Colleen added, her eyes fluttering behind her glasses, "I did really like it when he squirted all over me."

Willy's cock swelled even further.

"But," she teased, beginning to feel more relaxed, despite the fact that she was still holding open her cunnie lips, "You did make me all wet and everything."

William smiled and retorted, "You look to me kind of wet down there now as well."

"Willy!" she scolded, her face turning away and flushing with embarrassment, as he leaned down to plant a firm kiss on her clit. "William," she gasped as she felt his lips kiss and snuggle her clit.

It wasn't long until all four girls were lying back on the floor, their legs spread open, their eyes glazed over as they gave themselves over to the pleasuring by the boys. They were no longer holding themselves open with their hands as they wanted to simply lie back and enjoy their first experience of being loved in that most intimate and personal way.

They did though reach out with their hands to each other, holding onto each other's hands, gripping, squeezing, and clutching each other's hands as their lust and passion mounted.

Dr. Lowenstein moved up and down the row of young couplings, continuing to encourage and instruct. The girls had largely abandoned their role as instructors and Dr. Lowenstein did feel the need on occasion to provide some guidance. She did not, though, need to provide verbal encouragement, as the boys were soon fully and enthusiastically engaged. She relied instead on providing a more physical gesture of support, placing her hand on a boy's bottom, caressing its soft, adolescent curves, perhaps even running a finger up and down one of the cracks. She really enjoyed the feel of a young man's bottom: so firm, so youthful, so innocent, yet so naughty.

She even reached underneath, between their legs, to cup their balls, enjoying how each of them had such distinctive testicles. Carl's were rather large. Jason's were perhaps the smallest. Mason's were pulled up tight against him. The boys did squirm a bit while she was playing with them. She was reminded of when she would stroke and pet her puppy as he was eating his breakfast. He would normally squirm around as she petted him, but not when he was eating. He was so invested in gorging himself on his Kibbles that he kept his face deep down into his bowl, albeit still wiggling and wagging his tail as she vigorously petted and scratched his back.

The boys clearly liked it when she grasped hold of their erections. She enjoyed doing this the most, their bottoms all upraised, gripping and stroking their young stiff woodies. Their youthful stiff cocks were as appealing as their firm young buttocks. So stout, so strong, so aroused. It did probably help that she was herself single and without any other source for cock, and so she took full advantage of the situation, as much as she felt was appropriate within the confines of her professional responsibility as the group therapist. Who wouldn't when she has available to her four young woodies, waving beneath their healthy bodies as their faces were buried in the sweet pussies of their partner, fully willing to have their dicks handled, caressed, and stroked as they were lost in the pleasure, for the first time, of licking a girl's cunt.

Dr. Lowenstein even went a bit farther with William. He was such a cute boy. She just couldn't resist. As his face was deeply buried in Colleen's cunnie, she actually opened up his perky little bottom cheeks with her hands, opening to view his puckered anus. She was not herself into anal sex. She had not explored any such activity so far with any of her patients, or had done so previously with any of her earlier boyfriends. It had never really interested her.

But, it was in the context of the group that new paths could be pursued, new roads crossed, and the little brown bum hole was a tunnel that she was curious to enter, at least briefly.

She stuck her index finger in her mouth, got it thoroughly moistened, spread his bum with her left hand, and then lightly placed the tip of her wetted finger on the wrinkled entrance to his butt.

She felt his anus twitch with the feel of her finger tip lightly touching him in such a very personal, intimate spot. She questioned what she was doing. She was clearly ambivalent about this. After all, this was where the young man performed one of the more disgusting, gross things a person does. She was quite ambivalent, yet she began to caress the soft wrinkles and ridges of his anus, finding the little puckered hole to be so cute, so forbidden. Her mentor had always said to trust her instincts during a therapy session, to let her unconscious emerge, as it may contain insights that her conscious mind would not accept.

She forced her finger down into the young man's tight brown hole, forcing the tip of her finger past the tightly clenched sphincter.

William briefly paused in his gobbling of Colleen's cunnie, raising his head up in shock and discomfort as the doctor's finger was stuck up his butt. He didn't really need her to perform a rectal exam and he started to look back at the doctor, to register his surprise, his dismay, but Colleen was comparably frustrated at the sudden interruption of her pleasuring. She reached out, grasped his head, and pulled it back down to her cunnie. "Don't stop, Willy," she pleaded. "I'm so close."

Dr. Lowenstein smiled at the boy's dilemma, caught by two ladies at both ends. His butt now squirming and twitching in protest at the unpleasant intrusion, which was at least mollified to some extent by the pleasure in providing so much pleasure to Colleen. She did at least compensate for the finger up his rear by using her other hand to fondle and stroke his cock.

William was thoroughly confused. His face was becoming soaked by Colleen's juices but he was enjoying so much the feel of her hot writhing cunt on his lips, his tongue, even his nose. And, behind him, his behind was being probed by a thick finger while his cock was being so lovingly stroked by the doctor's therapeutic hand.

"I think I'm going to do it, Willy," Colleen gasped.

But before she could Virginia gasped, "Doctor, doctor, can I have Mason put it in me? I want him to do it. I want him so much to do it! Please?"

Mary spoke up as well. "Oh yes, Dr. Lowenstein, please, couldn't we please have the boys do that?"

Dr. Lowenstein was frankly surprised. She had not expected this. This was much more progress than she had imagined, than she had hoped.

Colleen was gasping in frustration, as William had stopped his licking with the sudden, surprising requests of Virginia and Mary. All four girls were in fact on the verge of their orgasms, and although Tracie was unsure whether she really would want to go all the way, she had to admit, as her glazed eyes gazed at Jason's towering cock, it would be nice, to say the least, to be finished off with that big, hard thing. She sat back up and took hold of it with her hand.

Virginia reiterated her request. "Can we please, doctor, can we?"

The doctor did not in principle object to the proposal. And, the fact that it came from the group rather than herself was a positive sign of therapeutic progress. The group had truly bonded and were moving together, moving forward, as one. Perhaps they were indeed ready for this quite important step in sexual growth. But, she did have one concern.

"Is this something all of you want to do?" The boys quickly raised their hands. "I can see that you boys are all saluting the proposal, quite literally." They smiled sheepishly, their cocks yearning for the opportunity.

The girls though were equally enthusiastic. "Oh yes, yes!" "Ever so much!" Mary even pressed the point. "Let's have them do it from behind!" She may have the most prominent clitoris, but she considered her bottom to be her best feature, and she wanted it to be prominently displayed.

The girls followed Mary's lead. They were now a group, a team, and, in unison, they turned over onto their knees, bowed their heads down to the floor, and raised their bottoms up for the boys.

It was such an enticing sight. Four delectably feminine fannies, all sticking up in the air, their white derrieres seeming to glisten in the light. No boy could resist these charms. They were in fact dumbstruck. Carl in particular was thrilled. He knew himself to be a butt man, and he would have to agree that Mary had a fantastic bum. It was so round, so perky, so firm, so adorable.

From his position, still kneeling before her, he could even see her puckered little rosebud, which seemed to be winking at him down in her deep brown valley. And, beneath that, was the more shallow pink valley, sparkling with feminine dew, waiting to be plowed. He moved into position, holding onto his cock to get a proper aim.

"Alright then, boys, get yourselves up there." They were already doing so. The doctor had clearly lost some control of her group, but the group's growing cohesion warranted her support and even embracement. She helped the boys position themselves. William in particular had some difficulty. He got confused by the fact that Colleen's cunnie was now upside down and he was aiming his cock a bit too high, or low, depending on your perspective. The girls helped as well, reaching back between their legs to help the boys get the heads of their cocks locked, the cunnies loaded.

When everyone appeared to be ready the girls again held hands, looked back at their partners, and smiled encouragingly. "Give us your best shot," Mary said encouragingly.

The boys all lunged forward together.

"Too big! It's too big, Dr. Lowenstein!" squealed Colleen.

William immediately stopped, not wanting to hurt her, but, in all honesty, there was a part of him that swelled in pride, both figuratively and physically. He had never thought of himself as being big, let alone too big.

"Oh yes," gasped Mary, "Please, not too fast."

None of the boys got in full right away. The girls were incredibly tight and the boys were a bit clumsy in their thrusting.

"Yes, now boys, do take your time. Your penises are really very large for these girls."

All of the boys now felt quite manly.

They would push forward a bit, make some progress, then pull back halfway, and then push again. Each time slowly getting in further and further.

This slow but sure effort was itself terribly stimulating for the girls, as well as for the boys. They both could feel, from their own unique perspectives, the tight, wet holes slowly yielding, slowly opening up, to the repeatedly plunging truncheons.




Dr. Lowenstein's Group Therapy



It was a degree of stimulation never experienced before by any of the boys. The girls' cunnie holes were so much more intense than a hand and even really a mouth. It was like every nerve of their cocks was being sparked at once, lit afire by the tight, hot, wet soft flesh.

The room was filled with the slurping and slushing sounds of four cocks sliding in and out of four tight young wet cunts, along with the gasps and groans of the girls, each of them moving her hips, clutching and squeezing the hand of a girl next to her, as she ground her hips back at her boy, encouraging him to push harder, to go deeper.

The scent of their sex was rising up to the nostrils of the boys, which flared at the bestial aroma and the sight of the girls' bottoms twisting, squirming, and pumping, their cocks slowly disappearing into the soft crevices of the girls' cunnies. The boys knew that they would not, could not, last long. It would be their second orgasms within just a half hour but the sensations, visually and physically, were just too intense.

Dr. Lowenstein reached down to her own cunt. She couldn't help herself. She was standing behind the couples, and so in her privacy she could play with herself as she watched the boys fuck the girls from behind. As she roughly ground her fingers into her clit, she suggested breathlessly, "Reach underneath, boys, clutch their clits with your fingers, grind their clits as you plunge your big hard manly cocks into their tight little sweet cunnies."

The boys did as the therapist instructed and, fortunately for them, the girls were not going to last much longer either. Each of them had already been so very close, and with the feel of her boy's finger on her clit, each suddenly jerked and twitched with her orgasm.

The room was filled with the sound of their squeals of orgasmic release. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," gasped Colleen. "Mason, Mason, Mason," squealed Virginia. "Harder, harder, harder," shrilled Mary, as she sharply plunged her butt down on Carl's cock, embedding him up all the way inside as the rapturous spasms swept through her body.

And, as the boys witnessed four girls all cumming together, their frenzied bodies jerking on their cocks, their cunts gripping their stiff dicks even harder, their juices spilling onto their own thighs, the boys' climaxes surged as well. "I'm coming," gasped William.

"On my bottom, on my bottom, on my bottom," squealed Colleen. She wanted to feel his hot wet spray on her once again, as she was herself swept away by her spasmodic orgasmic waves.

William did as she requested, pulling out just in time to release another series of eruptions and shots onto Colleen's pretty white derriere, which quickly became sprinkled and streaked with his milky white cream.

"Me too, me too," yelped Mary, which was all to the delight of Carl. He wanted nothing better than to blast his load onto this so beautifully round white fanny. As he pulled out he took careful aim, painting her precious tush like an artist, being sure to get at least some of it down into her crack and even right on her puckered red anus, which twitched with the watering, seeming to be trying to suck some of his gism inside.

"Inside me, please, let it come inside," gasped Virginia. She wanted to feel what it was like to have a boy squirt inside her, to feel his cock jerking and gushing in her hot, tight, spasmodically twitching cunt, and Mason did not disappoint. He fell down onto her back as his dick exploded inside, spurting wad after wad deep inside her. She grasped his hands and brought them around her, to hold him tightly to her so that he could grasp firmly each of her large, soft breasts as he gushed his load into her cunt.

Dr. Lowenstein herself dropped to her knees as her own orgasm swept through her, the sight of these young couples cumming before her as she worked hard on her clit. She gasped for air as her rapture swept over her, her eyes glazing as she heard Tracie exclaim, "Pull out, pull out, not inside me!"

Jason did as she requested, being equally happy to cum on her bottom, but Tracie fooled him, or at least surprised him, for as soon as he pulled out she quickly rolled over, pulled him to her, and grasped his cock as he was shooting his load. She directed his spray to wash her entire body, to squirt his hot wet sticky stuff on her cunnie, her tummy, her brassiere, and then last, and certainly not least, the last few spurts on her face, her mouth open to receive his salty gruel.

Dr. Lowenstein watched in dizzy pleasure as her own body was engulfed by the waves of her climax, watching Jason shoot his final wads of cum on Tracie's face. It was again fortunate that Tracie wore glasses, as one gob splatted on her lens, albeit most of it she caught within her mouth, her tongue sticking out, straining for and catching his juice like a baby bird being fed by her father.

Dr. Lowenstein was very pleased with this first session. The group had really cum together very well.

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