Most of the time, her dates shot off in some Kleenex or their handkerchiefs, but her last boyfriend, a senior in high school, always let his jism squirt high in the air. Sometimes Jane came just from watching his thick, pearly cum-globs splash on his bare belly. Once, some of his jism landed on her leg, and she'd been surprised by how hot and sticky it was. When he wasn't looking, she fingered it, delighting in its thick slipperiness.

On their very next date Jane suggested how much more he might enjoy it if she fisted his prick, and he was quick to agree. Jane tried to aim his squirting pecker so that most of his cum landed on her bared, wobbling tits. She pretended to be shocked and disgusted, but it was a treat she never forgot.

Even later, in college, Jane never went all the way. Of course, she'd graduated into allowing her dates to play with her pussy and even, after some coaxing, to suck her cunt, but she never allowed them to fuck her. The closest she came to getting her cherry busted was when she got drunk at a New Year's Eve party. Some guy she'd never met before talked her into trying something new – sliding his prick through the crack of her ass.

All Jane remembered of that night was how hot his cock felt as it rested between her trembling ass cheeks. She flexed her muscles involuntarily as he pushed back and forth, and accidentally discovered the cheek-squeeze. And it was lucky for her that she did. Her new boyfriend had been about to ram his cock in her tight cunt-hole when her tightening buns brought him off. His cum was so fantastic that most of his jism landed just below Jane's shoulders. It was hot and gooey as it ran down her back, and she loved it.

She was more careful about the men she dated after that, and continued to limit both them and herself to mutual masturbation.