Premature Ejaculator

"Size isn't everything. I know that people will tell you otherwise, but it's true. Most women, they want to feel a cock punch them in the kidneys or tickle their tonsils. You just need to be aware that penetration is like...one ingredient in a salad. It's about more than just lettuce.

Sam knocked back her second drink and a pleasant buzz and heat suffused her body. Now that Dickless had stripped down, she saw what she had to work with. The little stub of a micropenis, sure...but his body wasn't bad. Not muscular, but fat either. Trim. She could fancy trim, in a pinch, and at least he didn't seem to be an asshole.

He gulped his whiskey, looked around, and found a coaster. Set his glass down. Sam smiled.

She'd had enough of assholes.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she let her robe hit the floor. Walked toward him, slowly, letting her ass sway and tits jiggle. The little pimple between his legs grew and stiffened, like a timelapse of a seed sprouting. Dickless hadn't lied when he said about an inch. The stiff little prick was mostly head, a vibrant purple mushroom-tip, the foreskin covering the thick little stalk. Sam gave silent thanks that at least it was hard.

"Can you get a condom on it?" She asked.

"I, um..." he swallowed. "Yes."

He fished out a condom. She didn't know they came in extra small, but she watched as he tore open the wrapper and gently slipped it on. It fit snug just around the head...and that was it. A little blue bulge above a tiny shaven sack.

Sam sat down on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs widely, lewdly. Her face flushed as she leaned back.

"First things first. Get me wet. Lick me."

To Dickless' credit, he didn't even hesitate. Dropped down on his knees like he was ready to propose right then and there. Brought his mouth right up to her pussy—Sam could feel his hot breath on her pussy. Then at the last second, he grew timid. Stuck his tongue out and inched forward, so that she felt the barest touch tickle her outer labia. It was all Sam could do not to crush his head with her thighs right then and there.

"Don't be a fucking pussy! Be a man about it! Push your goddamn tongue in my pussy and lick! It's just a cunt, it's not going to bite you!"

She shook with anger...but Dickless responded well to instructions. He mustered his fear and pressed his lips against her labia. Let his tongue press out and slithered into her hot slit. Then he began to explore...and a little calmer now, Sam was able to instruct him on how to eat her pussy.

"Remember, it's not about fucking me with your tongue...you want to get me excited, make me feel good. Get me wet and ready for the hard prick of yours. Once she's wet and eager enough, a woman doesn't care how big the dick is. Most of the nerves are at the entrance of the vagina anyway...that's where all the sensation is, the rubbing..."

Which wasn't strictly true, but Sam wasn't going to break Dickless' heart by telling her that he was about as likely to hit her g-spot as she was to become the next pope. But a little foreplay went a long way...and they had all night to get it right.

They took their time. Dickless' tongue moved up and down as it traced the inside of her labia, explored her urethra and clit, and finally found the entrance to her vaginal canal and began to run slow rings around the tight inside of that hole. Sam bit her lips and closed her eyes as she let him go. Her body was responding...that old familiar heat, long forgotten. It was so different when you had somebody else doing it with you, to you.

I can train him. I can do this, Sam thought.

As she felt the juices trickle out of her pussy and down her taint, Sam figured he was ready.

"Okay...come on then," she said. "Stick it...stick it in me. I'm wet. It should go right in..."

She spread her thighs as wide as she could, and reached down and spread her labia, all to give him a better target. The little blue head pressed right up against her opening, and her pussy seemed to just suck it in. Dickless grinned, looking at Sam's face and back at her cock-stuffed pussy. This was probably it for him, the high point of his sexual life.

"Now," she said. "Think you can play with my breasts?"

He reached forward. It wasn't much sensation, Sam had to admit, that little prick inside of her. But then she never needed much with her fingers either. A little work on her clit and Sam thought she might actually be able to cum. That was the idea, anyway.

Dickless grabbed her tits, one in each hand. The C-cups oozed between his fingers, and Sam gently rapped the side of his head.

"Gentle, Richard. They're fun to play with, but they're part of a living, breathing human being, and..."

"Uh...uhuhuhuhu..." Those watery blue eyes grew wide, an insensate gurgle from deep in his chest. Dickless' face looked apoplectic, like he was about to explode...

...and then Sam felt something hot and wet ooze down the crack of her ass, and she knew she wasn't that wet.

"You didn't," she said.

He had.

Dickless pulled out...the sperm reservoir on the condom had overspilled and oozed out the bottom, unable to make a proper seal on his tiny prick. Sam stared in anger and frustration at the white scum which had dripped onto her crotch, though fortunately none had gotten into her pussy.

She took a deep breath. Counted to ten. Then asked the next question.

"Do you have another condom?"

It had been a pack of three.

For the second time that night, Dickless licked her pussy. Sam gave him fewer instructions this time. She could feel his shame and recrimination, but more than that, she could feel her own growing sexual frustration. Sam had been close enough that a few minutes of dedicated humping might have actually gotten her off.

It took a while for her mood to shift...for her to start breathing a little faster, breasts heaving. Long enough for Dickless' jaw to get tired, his tongue thick and tired...and finally, when Sam could take it no more, she told him to get hard.

He had to stroke it. She watched his technique with interest as she held her labia open, so he could see the pink folds. Thumb and forefinger tugged at the purple head, which slowly swelled and stiffened. Dickless stared at her pussy, only inches away...Sam thought this time she could make him wear two condoms, that would desensitize him a little, and since he had just cum only eight or ten minutes ago, there was not way that...

"Uh...uhuh!" he grunted.

Time seemed to slow down. There she was, legs spread like a slut, her pussy presented to him...and white sperm spurted out of that obscene little pimple of a penis. Shot out and hit her pussy, only inches away. Sam's mouth fell open as she was almost positive she saw his first white rope enter into her vaginal canal...and then his hips jerked and the next rope and the next went astray, painting her pussy, oozing down into her channel, and Sam was so shocked that she didn't even think to stop spreading her lips until he sank back, exhausted, a milky white bead on his flagging little dicklet.

"No...fucking...way..." Sam said with murderous frenzy. It was everything she could do at that moment not to kill him. "Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!"

Dickless saw the rage in her eyes and fled. He didn't even bother to dress, just grabbed his clothes and bolted out the door as Sam reached down and tried to scrape his jizz out of her pussy.

Which was not how she'd hoped to end the night...and she hoped this wouldn't lead to any dire consequences later on.