For the Human Sexuality seminar Tenisha and Cyndi were taking, they decided their end of term project would be to reproduce one of the Masters and Johnson experiments. They enlisted Cyndi’s boyfriend Kevin to assist. He was already naked, lying on the soft rug of the rec room.

“According to the original data,” Cyndi reported, “about seventy-five percent of all males seep when they ejaculate, and only twenty-five percent spurt.” She looked at Tenisha and raised her eyebrows. “Based on my experience, all men spurt.”

“Mine too,” Tenisha verified.

“It also says that the average male has between six and twelve contractions when he comes, and the typical volume is around six cubic centimeters.”

“How much is that in real life?” Tenisha asked.

“Barely a teaspoon,” Cyndi said. “But in my experience it’s more like six gallons.”

“Mine too,” Tenisha agreed.

“It says the refractory period—that’s how long it takes the guy to get it up again—varies by age and individual, with fifteen minutes being typical for someone Kevin’s age.”

“With me it’s more like fifteen seconds.”

“Us girls are so lucky,” Cyndi concluded. “So, Kev, you ready? Now Tenisha’s going to stroke you and I’ll take down the results. Tenisha, don’t forget to count the contractions. Okay, ready, set, go!”

Dutifully Tenisha stroked Kevin’s erect penis. “How long does it usually take?” Tenisha asked.

“Not long,” Cyndi said. “The second time usually longer.”

“I’m a little nervous,” Kevin admitted. “It feels so ... clinical.”

“I have an idea,” Cyndi said. “We’ll take off our clothes too. Will that help?”

“It might,” Kevin said.

“Also we won’t have to worry about getting splatter on our clothes,” Tenisha put in.

The girls quickly undressed.

“And maybe I’ll light some candles for atmosphere,” Cyndi said.

“Good idea. That should make it less clinical. How many do you think?”

“Six seems to be the magic number,” Cyndi said.

Once the candles were placed and lit, Tenisha resumed her stroking.

Less than a minute later Tenisha said, “Oh yeah, I think he’s going to. Oh, Pierre, come for me. My pussy’s so hungry for your cum.”

“Who’s Pierre?” Cyndi asked.

At that moment Kevin erupted.

“Holy Fuck!” Cyndi sang out.

Speechless, Tenisha watched the soaring spurts of Kevin’s semen.

“What the fuck was that?” Cyndi asked, once Kevin was finally drained.

“Birds of cum?” Tenisha said, and she giggled.

“How many were there?” Cyndi asked.

“Oh oh. I forgot to count.” She gave Cyndi a baleful look. “One thing for sure, though. He’s not a seeper.”