It's been a while since I talked about this, but things got interesting for me after I left off last time. My senior year of high school mom told me about the family curse and why I had suffered debilitating menstrual cramps since my period started and why they all stopped so long as I had steady access to... well... to semen, to put it bluntly. I never told my boyfriend about the curse, but I'm sure he appreciated how many BJs I gave him. When we went off to different colleges, I... well... I had to improvise and I've had to resort to one-night stands to "take my medicine," as I call it.

My feelings about that are complicated. I really would rather not have to blow strangers like I do. I really want to find a nice guy and fall in love just like everyone else. But whenever I've tried to go without, the cramps just make life come to a stop. And I've come to learn that it's just a whole lot easier on me to stay ahead of them.

I've tried to mix ordinary dates in with my... well... app-based "dinner-and-a-blowjob" sessions. But the couple of times I tried I felt like blowing the guy too soon after starting to date made him lose respect for me. And so I've been sort of stuck.

But that was before I met James. We met because we had been assigned to work together on a lab project in a physics class. He was an engineering major, so he was a lot more in tune with the subject than I was (I was just taking it as a general ed requirement), so I leaned on him a lot for it, and he didn't seem to mind. When we were done, he invited me to a cafe and we talked for a while. He asked to take me to a movie, so I gave him my number.

He was really, really sweet. We went to the movie I wanted to see and he held my hand and gave me a polite kiss goodnight when he returned me to my dorm. We saw each other a couple more nights in pretty rapid succession and I decided I had to give him a good and proper trial. I decided to wait for him to make a move and if I had to suffer because of it, I would. The best I could do is to try and cram in as much time with him as I could.

Fortunately the timing worked out pretty well. I had just had one of my "medicine runs" before we met and just as I was getting nervous about the timing, he invited me to a party some of his friends were throwing off campus.

The party was loud and well stocked with illicit booze. James and I danced and had a few drinks and I think maybe we both got a little tipsy. I tried my best to forget about the "clock" that was ticking away and try to let the evening take what I prayed would be its natural course. Fortunately I could tell what James was up to when he sort of danced me towards a corner of the room and then held me in a tight embrace and kissed me... and I kissed back... and our kisses turned serious. And then he broke away and took my hand and led me into a hallway and into a dark bedroom.

The room was just lit by moonlight coming through the window. He took me back in his arms and just started kissing me and kissing me. It seemed like that was all he wanted to do, and I started to panic a little. That's when I decided to take charge.

I grabbed his hand and moved it from my lower back down to my ass and then reached for the front of his jeans. When I found his cock and felt how hard he was, I flashed him a relieved grin and then sank down to my knees.

I had real feelings for James, but my body fell into its familiar routine. I unzipped his pants and fished out his hard cock. I gazed lovingly up into his face and then took the head of his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around the head and wrapped my hand around the base. Just like I had done more times than I can count, I bobbed my head and sucked while stroking the base - my mouth and hand going about their well-practised routine. I could read him just like all the other men and sped up and concentrated on tonguing the head as he got close. He half-groaned, half-shouted, "Oh my god!" and then his body seized up as his cock throbbed and shot spurts of come onto my tongue.

Thank God, was the only thought my brain produced. And I immediately felt ashamed myself. I did it again. I've turned James into another medicine run.

He finished his orgasm, and I licked him clean, swallowed hard, and put his cock away like a good girl. I buried my shame and put on a pretty smile. I stood up and kissed him and said, "Thank you, baby," like I had every time before.

He looked into my eyes like a grateful puppy. "Oh my God, I've never had a girl... do that... to me," and he took me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. "Let me return the favor."

He took my arms in his hands and gently walked me backwards until I was standing in front of the bed. He turned me around, slipped his hands under my shirt, and cupped my breasts. He kissed the side of my neck while his thumbs brushed over my nipples through my bra. The guilt that was in my chest started to fade and was replaced by butterflies in my tummy and warmth spreading out from my groin. He pulled my shirt up, and I raised my arms so he could get it off. He took off my bra and his hands returned to my breasts, now with unrestrained access to my nipples. He pinched them a little bit, and I felt the electricity shoot from them to my groin. His hands moved down to my waist, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pushed them down to my knees. His left hand returned to my breast, and his right hand moved down to rest on top of my vulva over my panties.

He turned me around and guided me back onto the bed. He knelt down and pulled my pants off, then put his hands on my knees and moved them apart. He returned his hand to my vulva and gently rubbed it through my panties, and I moaned again. Then he hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties and tugged them aside. While I watched in a daze, he leaned in, and I felt his tongue land squarely on my clit and give it a long, slow stroke. I couldn't help it - I groaned loudly and arched my back and throw my feet as far apart as I could, desperate for him to continue.

His tongue flicked at my clit and then ran fast, tight little circles around it, then ran between my lips down from my clit to my cunt and then back up again, and then he repeated the whole cycle. I brought my hands to my breasts and squeezed them while throwing my head side to side. My brain had no room for any thoughts except the pleasure welling up from my crotch.

He stuck two fingers up inside my pussy and stroked the front wall while tonguing my clit, and that was all it took. Every muscle in my body seized up in unison, and I came hard, a primordial moan way beyond words tearing itself out of my mouth. He didn't stop. I don't know where the first orgasm ended, and the next began or how long it ran, but when he finally pulled back all I could do was lie there panting and trembling.

He stood up and tore his shirt and pants off. His cock was already hard again. He moved on top of me, and I felt the head of his cock press against me before he pushed inside. He moaned and then said, "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" and then started fucking me in earnest.

I looked up into his face. He was completely lost in it, but there was a fierceness in his expression that was manly and hot. That look, combined with his cock thrusting in and out, moved me closer and closer to the edge.

His breath turned into a low growl. He drove into me hard one last time and held there, his whole body going rigid as he came. I felt the hot pulse of him deep inside me, and that was all it took. My orgasm hit me, and my pussy clenched around him as I cried out, my hands grabbing at his back as we came together.

For the first time since my summer with Jeff, I didn't think about the curse. All I thought about was James and how much I loved him. He eased out of me and then kissed me and simply said, "I love you."

I kissed him back and then just lay there with my head on his chest. Eventually, we got up, dressed and went back to the party. He took me back to my dorm and promised he'd call.

The next morning, I woke up feeling great. My phone already had a text from James telling me how wonderful last night was and inviting me to lunch later. I told him I thought it was wonderful too and told him, of course I'd join him.

And then I put my phone down and just... got lost in thinking about James. I'm not sure, but I think the normal boost I got from my "medicine runs" was turned up to twenty from last night. Maybe that was love? I wasn't sure. But I knew instantly that I wasn't going to need that cursed app anymore. I picked my phone back up and deleted my profile without a second thought and deleted the app from my phone. I gave a contented sigh.

I had James now. My troubles were over.

We made a pretty normal college couple, I think. With our relationship cemented, I didn't try quite as hard as I did in the beginning, but we still saw each other a lot. And I had no trouble getting enough of his cum in me - one way or another - to keep the demon curse at bay.

And everything was fine... until he told me that he was joining his family for a trip to Europe and he'd be gone for a month. The floor dropped out from under me. I was barely able to conceal my panic. He saw my face change, and (fortunately) he thought it was just disappointment. "I'll miss you too, Darling, but I'll be back before you know it." I smiled and kissed him to hide how shaken I was.

I couldn't sleep very well that evening. The math was simple and brutal. I had been getting James' cum at least weekly. The longest I could remember holding the cramps off in the past was two weeks. There was no way I was going to last four. Going back to anonymous hookups was completely off the table. I was just going to have to suck it up until he got back.

The night before he left, I gave him a "goodbye BJ," as I called it. I'm pretty sure he thought it was a sweet send-off. But I knew that it was the clock starting.

He kept in touch with me from Europe as best as he could. The time difference was awful, but he sent pictures, and we managed a few video calls. The first two weeks came and went. Then the dread started to bubble up inside me. I couldn’t tell how much of it was in my head and how much was my body warning me that time was running out.

The cramps came on the fifteenth day.

I woke up curled on my side, already in pain. It felt like something was gripping low in my belly and twisting, hard. I tried massaging my lower stomach, but it didn’t help much. The pain came in waves - sometimes dull and grinding, sometimes sharp enough to make me gasp. I spent most of that first day in bed, crying more from missing James than from the pain itself.

After that it was unpredictable. Every day could be a day where I could reasonably function, or it might knock me flat. When it was at its worst, the same ugly thought would circle in my head: all it would take was a quick visit to a frat party and it would all be gone. One little BJ. James would never know. It would be so simple.

But couldn't bring myself to do that to James. I loved him. And even if I tried, there'd be no way I could hide the betrayal from him. The worst part is that he had no idea how badly I was suffering for him. But even if he did, what could he do? There was no way he'd come back from Europe early just to cum for me. And how could I possibly explain the curse? He'd think I was nuts.

Finally, the day came for his return. I had told him I planned on taking him out for a good and proper American hamburger to welcome him home. He came to pick me up and I threw my arms around him and told him how much I had missed him. He hugged me back, but I could tell he was exhausted. He still wanted to go out, though, because he needed to fight the jet lag by staying up until bedtime.

After dinner, I sort of invited myself over to his place. He didn't argue.

We walked in the front door, and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, but he pulled back and said, "Baby, I'm so tired. I'm sorry. I just want to go to bed."

I felt a little burst of panic, but I forced it down and gave him a smile. "I understand. But you know, I bet I know how to help you sleep even better." I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. He yawned and followed along.

I lay him down on the bed, then slid my hand down to his pants, slowly worked the zipper down and reached in for his cock. He was only half hard, but I knew by this point exactly what worked best on him. It took a little longer than normal, but I heard him starting to breathe heavily and moan and I sped up, urging him onward to the inevitable.

He stiffened up, and the first spurt landed on my tongue. Thank god. That rogue thought came again. But this time I didn't feel shame. I felt like I had earned an end to my suffering. And I was grateful that he was there to help me.

He squirted a few more times, and I swallowed and cleaned off his cock and gently put it back, I moved up to his head and gave him a kiss and said "I love you, baby, and I'm glad you're home."

He looked puzzled. "That's it?"

I shushed him and said, "Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

He was too tired to argue. I kissed him again and left.

The next morning, I woke up with a spring in my step. The pain was gone, as if it had never existed. James already texted me, saying that it was wonderful to see me again and to thank me for his "special good night" with a wink emoji. He asked if he could visit after class, and I replied, "Of course."

When he arrived, I let him in, and he gave me a hug and kiss, then we sat down on the couch. He hesitated before he spoke.

"Last night... That blowjob... I mean... thank you, obviously... but... You got nothing out of it. Why did you do that?"

I blushed a little. "Of course I got something from it, baby. You came. That's what I wanted and what I got."

He studied me for a moment. “Yeah, but… You seemed really intense about it. Like it was really important to you. Is that just something you like doing?”

I looked down at my hands. "It's not just that I like it."

And then I froze. I knew immediately that I shouldn't have said it.

James cocked his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I was stuck. I couldn't come up with an easy lie. And I didn't want to anymore. As much as I loved James, I knew that I couldn't keep the secret from him any longer.

I took a breath, looked into his eyes and said, "There's something I have to tell you. Please promise me you'll hear me out before you say anything."

He looked concerned but nodded, "Alright."

I told him about the family curse. I told him about the cramps and how they had started when I hit puberty. I told him how it ran in my family and that it stopped when I got regular access to semen. I told him about my high school boyfriend and how I had to manage it once I got to college. I told him about the one-night stands and the app and how much I hated having to do it.

My voice got quieter when I talked about the last two weeks while he was gone. I told him how bad the pain had gotten and why I’d been so desperate the night before.

“But most of all,” I said, finally meeting his eyes, “I want you to know how grateful I am that I have you in my life now."

James was quiet. He didn't look angry. He just looked like he was taking it all in. When he spoke, his voice was harsh.

"Is that all I am to you? A sperm spigot?"

The words hit me like a slap. Before I could react, he spoke again.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, that was too harsh. But you're telling me that you had this... whatever it is... controlling your whole life, and I've been fixing it for you without knowing. And last night you... just took what you needed? What am I supposed to think?"

“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “God, no. That’s not what this is.” I reached for his hand without thinking. “I love you. I’m not with you because I need you for this. I’m with you because I want you. The curse is just… something I have to deal with. But you’re not my medicine. You’re the person I love. And I’ve been terrified of losing you because of this.”

He looked down at our hands for a second, then back up at me. The hurt was still there, but it had softened.

“I just…” He exhaled. “Last night, when you came over… it felt like you needed something from me more than you wanted me. And I get it now, but it still felt… I don’t know. One-sided.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know. And I’m sorry. I was desperate, and I handled it badly. But that’s not how I feel about you. Not even close. And for what it's worth, if I didn't care so much about you I wouldn't have suffered for those two weeks."

He looked at me for a second, then gave me a tired, wry smile.

“Man… this is not the conversation I expected to have today.”

I let out a small laugh. “Me either.” I paused, then added more seriously, “But I’m glad we had it.”

He nodded, still holding my hand. The smile faded a little, but his expression stayed soft.

“Me too.”

We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. Then he smirked and added, “Well, at least I know you can’t stay mad at me too long.”

And that was the beginning.

We've been together all through college now. Managing the schedule around breaks has been complicated sometimes, but we’ve never gone more than two weeks apart. James has joked more than once that he can't think of a more pleasant "duty" to have than being required to cum in my mouth or pussy at least once a fortnight. Most of the time, though, we really don't have to consult the calendar, if you know what I mean.

Graduation is coming up soon. I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but I love James enough that I’m hoping we’ll be facing it together.