Must Be Something Wrong with Me

"Well, that's okay dear. It does take practice."

She took hold of it again with her hand, wrapping her elfish hand around the thick shaft. "Maybe you could give me lessons? I would come over as much as you want, and I would practice. I promise, really I would."

"Well, we can talk about that later."

"Mummy and daddy will pay for the lessons. I'm sure they would."

He had to smile at that. "Yes, well, we can discuss a fee later. For the moment, why don't you just do the best you can."

"Maybe I could fit it in my thingie? My girlie thingy. Let's see if it will fit there!"

There was perhaps nothing more he would like to do, but a part of him was still ambivalent about taking advantage of this girl, using his position as her ex-teacher to exploit her for his own fantasies, even if he was no longer her teacher and she was at the age where she could make her own decisions. "No, no, honey, I don't think that would be right."

Emily though didn't really care if they didn't have real sex. She was more into the cock than she was into having sex. "Well, can we pretend to do it?"

He looked up at her, his eyes a bit glazed, with confusion as well as lust. "Pretend?"

"Yea. Let me show you."

Emily then leaped from the couch, turned her back to him, bent over, lifted up her skirt, and slowly pulled down her panties. Slowly but surely bringing into view her soft, round feminine rump, and her even more feminine pouch, so lightly decorated with whiffs of delicate filaments, split by the most cute little enticing slit. She hesitated when her panties were at her knees and turned her head around to catch his eyes fixed on her cunnie. "Do you think it's cute, Mr. McAllister?"

"It's much more than cute, Emily. It's really gorgeous."

She let her panties fall to the floor, turned around, unzipped her plaid skirt, let it fall to the floor as well, and then lifted up her blouse so that he could see her from the front. She had such a deliciously enchanting cunnie. So young, so sweet, so wet. Stepping a bit out of character, albeit not really, "Did you ever think that you would see my cunnie, Mr. McAllister?"

Mr. McAllister smiled in return. "No, no, dear, I certainly did not."

"Aren't you glad I came over?"

"Yes, very, very much so."

"I'm glad too." She then climbed back onto his lap, her legs again on either side of him, bringing the lips of her cunt to his shaft. "I'll just rub my little cunnie up and down your big manly cock, like we're actually having sex, but we won't really be doing it. Does that sound like fun, Mr. McAllister?"

"Yes, yes, that sounds like very good fun."

Emily proceeded to softly slide her cunt up and down his shaft, pressing into him so that his pipe split her lips, her lips even wrapping a bit around his shaft, kissing, clasping his dick with her cunt lips, caressing his thick dick with her soft, wet, hot lips as she slid her cunt up and down the stem.

Emily actually enjoyed this way of doing it more than the usual way. She felt that this way she could continue to enjoy the sight of the man's cock as well as its feel against her cunt. She reached down between them and pressed his cock against her more firmly, against her equally stiff clit, as she dry fucked her teacher. Well, it wasn't really dry.

Mr. McAllister did enjoy it plenty enough. It was also an opportunity for him to regain a bit of self-control, to stretch this time with Emily out as long as possible. In fact, he reached up and grasped her tits through the white blouse of her Templeton uniform as she rode up and down his shaft.

"Oh Mr. McAllister. Yes, squeeze my titties, please, squeeze my little girly titties."

He did as she requested, paying particular attention to her taught, stiff nipples that were once again poking out through her blouse, this time for a quite different reason.

She grasped Mr. McAllister's shoulders with her little hands, squeezing them as hard as she could, her nails digging in, her eyes clenched shut, her body shuddering with a primal delight. She did not often have an orgasm in her hunts for and captures of new penises. The hunt and capture were often reward enough. However, in this instance the mounting of the trophy resulted in an explosive climax.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. McAllister," Emily gasped, feeling her orgasm surge through her young frame, coursing through her body like waves, tidal waves, engulfing a beach. "Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm," she softly whimpered as she felt her mind, her body, being swept away.

She collapsed into the masculine arms of her instructor, twitching and trembling with her spasms, her feminine juices running down his shaft, leaving a little wet puddle on her teacher's couch.

When she was done she curled into the crook of his shoulder, burying her face deep inside, seeking comfort and solace. She stayed there for some time, her wet cunt still cuddling his shaft as she hid within his arms, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Mr. McAllister's balls were throbbing for relief, but he tenderly stroked her hair, her cheek, with one hand, her soft, naked bottom with the other. His dick remained hard, pressing against her young, hot, wet, trembling cunt.

After awhile she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes, falling back into character. "Will you show me how a man squirts, Mr. McAllister?"

He affectionately tapped her button nose, drawing a little giggle from her. "Well, certainly, dear, if that will make you happy."

"I think that would make me very happy, Mr. McAllister." She pulled herself off of him, got off the couch, and sat down on the floor, leaning back with her hands. "You know, Mr. McAllister, I wasn't really being entirely honest with you."

A wave of panic suddenly swept through him as he stood before her, his big, hard cock gripped in his hand. He had feared that doing something like this would get him into trouble, serious trouble. The other shoe was now going to drop.

"It's not just that I want you to cum on my face. I want to see you do it. I want you to play with it. I want to watch you make it squirt."

Whew! Well, that could be arranged. He pulled off his slacks and briefs, and stood with his feet on either side of her shoulders as she leaned back on the floor, looking up at him, at his towering cock, with her angelic, innocent face.

This was actually pretty close to his other fantasy, as her hands were in fact behind her. In his actual fantasy he titty-fucked her and then came on her face. Well, one out of two ain't bad. He began to stroke his cock, smiling down at her.

"You have such a big cock, Mr. McAllister. So manly, so strong. Stroke it hard for me, Mr. McAllister, won't you please?"

He did as she requested, certainly not wanting to disappoint her, his hand sliding rapidly up and down his shaft.

"Go faster, Mr. McAllister, go faster and faster." He did so, his hand and shaft now a whirlwind, the room filled with the squishy sound of his hand swiftly slipping and slapping up and down his shaft, his balls swinging and swaying with the violent movements of his fist.

"I bet you have lots and lots of cum, Mr. McAllister, so much more cum than the little boys I know, with their little boy balls. Your balls are so thick, so full, like those of a bull."

And with that remark a big white wad of cum gushed from his dick and splatted on her forehead. It was a pretty good aim for the first one, and it was followed by a rapid, brisk series of continuously spurting gushes and globs, each of them raining down on her cherubic face, her eyes gleaming with delight as she saw above her the big hard cock of Mr. McAllister twitch and jerk as it spurted out wads and ropes of hot, thick, sticky cum.

She could feel her face becoming awash with his cum and she basked in the pleasure of feeling his wet, hot, thick gism accumulate. She did not run, she did not hide, she did not turn her head nor try to protect herself. She instead opened her mouth to even catch a few thick wads directly onto her tongue, and she even kept her eyes wide open to be able to enjoy seeing the cum gush from his big purple plum and splash down upon her.

Mr. McAllister's legs went weak and his knees buckled, which actually allowed him to draw his cock closer to her face so that he could take better aim, which was fortunate, as his eyes were glazed over with lust and passion as his body was wracked with the base, fundamental pleasure of his climax.

Emily grinned with delight as she felt the cum pool and then slide and drip off her face, sliding down her forehead and cheeks, tickling her nose. She stuck her tongue out further to catch the globs that were within reach, so she could further enjoy the taste, as well as the sight and feel, of his manly gruel.

When he was done a feeling of guilt swept through him as he saw what a mess he had made of her face. It appeared as if two or three men had exploded on her, as her face was literally drenched with cum. Never had she appeared so cute, so pretty, but he worried that he might have gone too far.

"That was wonderful, Mr. McAllister," Emily exclaimed, one eye now half closed as a drop was working its way across her eyelid and onto her cheek. "Maybe the next time I'm in town we can do one of your other fantasies?"

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Dr. Lowenstein's breasts were heaving when Emily finished the story, her panties were wet. She knew that she would become quite personally active in the treatment of her next patient, a young man who had this fixation on older women. He apparently liked it when they forced him to lick and suck on their full, fleshy pussies. Dr. Lowenstein felt that it was time for some psychodrama for that patient.

"At some point, Dr. Lowenstein, I'm going to get into serious trouble doing these things."

Dr. Lowenstein regained her composure. "But did you get into any trouble then?"

"Well, my parents were a little upset."

"They found out?"

"No, no, I got the wrong kind of milk. But, it's just that I can't seem to help myself and I want to develop a relationship with a man that goes beyond his penis. I want to have a real boyfriend. I want to want to get to know him, you know, like who he is rather than just what he has."

"Yes, I do understand, and more than that, Emily I do have a therapeutic approach that may help rid you of this obsession, if you would like to try it."

"Oh, I would, I would, Dr. Lowenstein. I'll try anything."

"Excellent, well, we'll start the treatment at the next session."

Emily felt really better after that. It was always so helpful when your doctor tells you that there was a cure for your problem and that there was nothing to worry about.

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It took Dr. Lowenstein some work to get ready for the next session. She called upon some of her prior patients, Theodore Newman (see Teddy visits a therapist) and Carl and Mason (see Dr. Lowenstein's group therapy). However, she knew that it would be important to have an ample variety of shapes and sizes, so she had to interview a few more additional surrogates. The interviews were at times a bit awkward. She insisted that the boys not only show her their penises, but also in a state of excitement. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. But, she did make sure that each of them left her office with a happy ending. She wanted her surrogates to enjoy their work. A person who enjoys his job does a good job. In the end, she felt she had obtained a pretty good distribution of sizes and shapes.

Emily arrived with anticipatory excitement. She wondered what the treatment would be. She knocked on Dr. Lowenstein's door with an anxious expectation.

"Come on in, we're waiting for you."

We? What did she mean by we? She opened the door and was greeted with the sight of six stout erections standing along the far side of the room. She didn't know, couldn't know, to whom they were attached as all of the boys were wearing pillow cases on their heads. Dr. Lowenstein looked into getting hoods, but they were a bit expensive, as well as having a rather sinister appearance.

White pillow cases might also have a terrible connotation, but that was avoided by using pillow cases with colorful patterns or flowers. They didn't look at all sinister. Frankly, they looked a bit silly, but what the surrogates were displaying just below the waist was not the least bit silly.

She had asked the boys to arrive early so that they would have time to don their disguises and get themselves hard. She had them wearing hoods so that none of them could see Emily. She did not want to violate the confidentiality of Emily's treatment.

"Now, Annie, I'm going to call you Annie in this session so that the boys don't know your real name. We want this treatment to be entirely anonymous. And, toward that end, I want to first be certain that you don't recognize any of the boys."

Emily knew exactly what she meant. She carefully went up and down the line of erections saluting her like she was their commanding officer, inspecting the rifles of her troops. She felt though more like Carol in Once Upon a Time in America (surprisingly played by Tuesday Weld), searching a line of cocks for the one that had previously fucked her. In this case, however, it was hoped that she wouldn't recognize anyone. Carol failed in her effort (she picked James Wood's cock rather than Robert De Niro's). If Emily had in fact been with any one of the penises before, she would surely recognize it. She has a pretty good memory for such things.

She paused at times to carefully feel and fondle them. It was truly a cornucopia of erect penises, coming in all shapes and sizes. From a rather little one, albeit still very cute and precious, to a rather impressively large truncheon. Most of them were straight, but one was shooting up to the left, and one was even notably curved. Emily appreciated the variation. When she finished she turned to Dr. Lowenstein and announced, "I don't know any of them. These are all completely new."

"Excellent, Annie." Dr. Lowenstein had been a bit worried about that. After all, Emily had indicated that she had known quite a number of them. It was fine with her if one or two of the boys knew each other (Mason and Carl knew each other), but she felt it was important not only for Emily's confidentiality but also for her treatment that the prescribed penises be fresh, with no contaminating history or baggage. She explained the approach she was going to use.

"Annie, we are going to use what is often referred to as Bukakke therapy, a form of implosion treatment. This is when the patient is exposed to an object or situation with a sustained intensity. Now, in most cases the stimuli is something that the patient fears, but in this case it will be that with which you are preoccupied. I believe this exposure will satiate your obsession, as well as perhaps further the release of problematic, repressed memories and conflicts concerning its origin. Now, to begin treatment, I want you to take a kneeling position in the center of the room, on the large blanket I've laid out for you and your penises."

Emily got into her position. This seemed more like a surprise birthday party than a therapy session.

Dr. Lowenstein then grasped the erect penises of each of the boys in turn, leading them to a position circling Emily. She could have led them by their hands, but she felt it was in the spirit of the treatment, as well as more enjoyable, to lead them by their cocks.

"Now, Annie, what I want you to do is to just free associate with these erect penises. Play with each one, explore each one, do what you want with each of them, and let your mind roam free. Let whatever thoughts are generated by them to freely enter your mind."

Emily gladly and quickly began the treatment. She dove her face right down on the one that was currently facing her, absorbing the cock within her mouth like a big, sweet gum ball, at the same time reaching out and grasping hold of whatever two cocks were nearest to her.

This was really a mind-boggling delight. It was like her first Halloween, when she had returned home to empty her bag of sweets and then just dove in, sucking and swallowing one candy treat after another, gorging herself on what she had previously only tasted with polite, modest restraint, one candy bar at a time, one cock at a time. Now, instead, with unleashed urgency, she rushed from one cock to another, lost in the enchantment of their stiffness, their boldness, their tastiness.

The boys could not see a thing. They did find it to be a rather unusual situation but still intensely pleasurable. Who would not want his cock so thoroughly worshiped, even if it was only one amongst many. It was a glory hole fantasy of extreme proportions, having your cock anonymously available to be fondled, stroked, jerked and sucked by a girl you did not know and could not see, a girl who just couldn't get enough dick, who wanted to bring you off in the worst way. Few boys turn down purely anonymous sex, and this was about as anonymous and pure as it got.

The boys not getting handled at any particular moment could also hear the girl stroking and sucking other cocks, mewing and moaning in rapturous joy as she consumed, gobbled, and engorged each one. She devoured them, absorbing them into her self, inhaling their essence into her being, or more accurately, swilling, sucking, slurping, and swallowing each dick as if it was the last one she would ever have.

It wasn't long before one of the boys was ready to shoot. "I'm ready, I'm ready," he signaled. He was a bit disappointed to be the first. He wondered if Dr. Lowenstein would be disappointed in him, perhaps he wasn't serving as a good surrogate. Even more so, he wondered if the girl would be disappointed, would consider him to be the wimp in the group, the least adequate.

But, that wasn't how Emily felt at all. On the contrary, she was delighted that she had made one cum so quickly despite having to spread herself out so thin. She quickly turned her full attention to the boy on the verge of shooting. It was one for whom she was stroking with her left hand, but now she let go of it to bring it into her mouth, to taste the first dosage of cream. The first taste of a meal is often the best. You're so hungry, and the aroma of the meat is so tantalizing, so enticing. You just can't wait to have that first taste.

And, she wasn't disappointed. It quickly twitched in her mouth as she grabbed onto and stroked two other cocks, and it then gushed a full load against the inside of her cheek and onto her tongue. She took only the first two shots in her mouth, as she knew it was important, clinically, to have their loads released onto her face. She was familiar with bukkake. What healthy young lady is not? But, she had never experienced its therapeutic benefits.

The young man shot five or six additional wads before he was done. The first couple missed the mark as she was naively hoping that she would not have to aim it for him, that it would naturally shoot straight without the benefit of her hand. She cursed herself. She really should have known better. The first went wide of the mark and the second splatted onto the top of her head. That could be considered a hit, but if this was a dart game it would be only five points. She let go of the boy to her right and aimed the last few shots true, splatting against her cheek and forehead.

"Now me, me," another gasped and she quickly turned to him as Dr. Lowenstein led the first boy away, thanking him for his outstanding contribution to the young lady's therapy as she tucked away his penis into his pants, opened the door, and led him out into the hallway, removing the hood once he was safely out of the room.

"I'm sorry I came so quickly, Dr. Lowenstein."

"No, no, dear, you did just fine. It was in fact a very wonderful amount of ejaculate fluid." She could see that he was not entirely reassured and so she added. "It was even more than you applied to my face." It was important for the surrogates to leave the session feeling healthy and virile.