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The Premature Ejactulator f/m

spittingcobra

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After the night of our high school reunion, Marsha and I began a relationship. I felt so randy every time I visited her house because of what had happened that night. She tied me down and tickled me in revenge for a time in high school when I'd accidentally tickled her butt with my knee in English class.

I wasn't used to sex and that first time, I didn't even last a minute. So over the next few months, I made a concerted effort to restrain from having an orgasm for as long as possible during sex. And I improved. I went from 4 minutes to 5 minutes to 7 minutes to 14 minutes to an indefinite time when I could last until she tapped me on the shoulder, indicating she'd had enough.

My desire for her only grew during this time, thanks to the memory of that first night when she captured me and made me feel so helpless and out of control. Her silly high voice when she threatened to tickle me revolved in my mind whenever I was humping her. I had a strong desire to repeat the experience. I hoped she would suggest it again, but I waited in futility, and she acted like it had never happened, like our sex had always been straight and romantic--the act itself was almost mechanical, a missionary or female superior posture straight out of a porn flick.

So I began suggesting the bondage.

"Oh, that was too exciting for you," she said.

I understood her meaning. She remembered that first time and how I couldn't even last more than a few seconds. It made me feel miffed. I would never get over the inadequacy of my initial performance, unless I could prove myself in a rematch.

So then, I hounded her about it, but always her answer was the same.

"It's just too exciting for you. Drop the subject."

The more she denied me, the more I had to have it. I even considered going to other women with this proposition but knew none of them would do it exactly the way she did. There was no other woman who would threaten me in that high silly voice.

Years passed. We got engaged, then married. I impregnated her. Still, she declined my requests. But one day, when she was seven months pregnant and feeling rather uncomfortable (the missionary posture was out), she relented.

"This is too exciting for you. I'm warning you. I'm in a mood. You caused this condition I'm in, and I'm going to fix you good. I'm warning you, you better not cum too soon...or you're going to get it," she announced.

It was a Saturday afternoon and we were both off from work with nothing to do when she agreed. Sunshine streamed into the room from an open first floor window. Marsha walked around the room naked. Her big round titties were becoming milk-filled and even larger, her pregnant belly was swollen, her hips thickened, and natural padding made her substantial ass jiggle, a symptom of overwhelming fertility.

I was naked in the bed watching her excitingly plump body jiggle and sway as she searched through the dresser drawer for the furry handcuffs. She hovered over me while she fastened me to the bed, and she had me spreadeagled once again, like on our first night together. My hard-on throbbed, but I was determined to make it last.

She sat beside me, crosslegged despite her condition.

"I'm going to tickle you," she said in that high, silly voice, the one I so often fantasized about.

"No, don't" I said, playing along.

"But it's what you've been wanting me to do," she said in a teasing voice.

She tickled my belly and ribs.

"Marsha, Marsha, ah, ha, ha," I said and began laughing.

I jerked spasmodically and felt a total loss of control. While I giggled, unscuccessfully trying to hold it in, I looked at the expression on her face. Her smile had faded and I recognized a bossy expression that now, after we had a relationship, occasionally annoyed me. This irritated me, but I could do nothing about it.

She moved to my feet.

"Coochie, coochie, coo," she teased.

I resumed laughing, unable to disguise it with a cough, and much to my embarrassment, felt ejaculate rising to the tip of my penis. A little pre-cum even leaked out. I was going to blow before we even had intercourse. She stopped tickling me and sat on my legs, not seeming to notice the disaster that was about to befall me.

"I'm going to tickle, tickle, tickle you," she said.

The jizz shot up, landing on my upper chest.

"Whoopsie," she said. "I told you this was too exciting for you."

Now, I wanted her to let me go. I was satisfied, though shamed that I'd proven inadequate.

"I guess you're right," I confessed. "This is too exciting for me. Let me go, and we'll have regular sex."

I was eager to prove myself.

"Oh no. I'm not going to let you get off that easy. I warned you."

She grabbed my penis which was becoming soft, and she rubbed it.

"I command you to get hard again," she said, the bossy look on her face.

"We need to wait a little bit," I protested, her hand chafing.

"I said get it up or I'll punish you."

She continued to rub to no avail.

"I'm going to tickle you."

She tickled my balls and around my groin, forcing me to laugh and an erection to return.

"There, it's back."

But she didn't put it in her. Instead, she sat on my chest, her knees on my shoulders, making me feel dominated.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she said as she reached back and resumed tickling me.

I laughed hysterically now, in panic, fearing how long she would keep me in this torturous position.

"This is your punishment. Don't you dare cum too soon on me again, or I'll tickle you to death."

My erection tingled. I feared cumming again before she even shoved it in her pussy. Two orgasms in one day without direct stimulation? Impossible, I thought. Yet, it nearly happened. She turned around and sat on my face, her ass smothering me. This made me forget about the orgasm about to shoot, as if her ass in my face had clogged my urethra. And all the while, I kept laughing causing my stomach muscles to ache.

Finally, she sat on my penis and slid it in her wet pussy. Without a proper rest period, my penis felt a sensitive sensation...a ticklish sensation. I guffawed out loud again. I tried mightily not to orgasm but perhaps lasted only a few minutes. My whole body went limp, defeated. She had mercy and released me.

And like before, she now pretends as if nothing happened.
 
spittingcobra, I liked it. I'd be curious to read something of yours that was more fleshed-out in the future.
 
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