Mouth or cunt? That was the problem.
She stirred her tongue around in her drooling mouth and rubbed her clit against his hand, trying to decide which of her hot holes needed it most.
She decided that her pussy came first – although just barely, for her saliva was pouring into her mouth every bit as much as her cunt-juice was flooding into her fuckhole. She gave his prick a last stroke, then drew back, sprawling out along the couch. Her knees were raised and her thighs were parted. Her skirt was up above her waist.
Tony leaned over her, shoving his stiff fingers up her slippery pussy. Her pink cuntlips were spread wide open and her open pussy-slit was streaming.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
A tremor shook the over-excited man. His fingers probed her tunnel of lust again, then drew out, dripping. He turned onto his knees, between her open thighs. His prick, temporarily abandoned, loomed out over her squirming belly like some medieval weapon poised to strike, a warclub or bludgeon or mace or morningstar ready for the carnal joust. Her hairy cunt tilted up like a buckler, ready to receive the blow from that mighty meaty weapon.
His cock muscles jerked and his prick pulsed, bobbing up and down. A thick drop of jism fell from the tip and splashed on her cunt mound. The thick stuff flowed like quicksilver through the ebony curls. Another blob splattered into her belly button. She stared down, trembling all through her lush, nubile body. She could see the elongated shadow of his cock against her belly. That shadow stretched halfway up her slim torso and she whimpered at the thought of how deep his cock was going to go when he shoved it in her. She yearned to be transfixed through and through on his long prick, to feel his cockhead flare and throb and shoot in the innermost depths of her smoldering cunthole.
"Put the fucker in me!" she wailed, jerking her ass and hips around in anticipation.
Tony grimaced. His teeth were grating together and his lips were drawn back almost in a snarl. His eyes were glazed by lust. So much blood had rushed down into his gigantic hard-on that he was lightheaded.
He lowered his haunches, bringing his towering cock level with her crotch. Karen whipped her ass up, holding her creamy gash level with the head of his prick. Her cuntlips gaped open in a wide oval, her slot steaming as she awaited his first penetration.
Then disaster struck.
Tony was a premature ejaculator!
CHAPTER TWO
Tony humped, shoving his iron-hard prick up toward Karen's flooded fuckhole. His cockhead slid against the inside of her thigh as it lunged toward the target – and then his balls erupted before he made contact!
Tony gasped and jerked violently.
His fuckjuice came rushing up his cockshaft and spurted from his pisshole in a creamy cascade. The steaming hot slime skimmed up the inside of Karen's sleek thigh and splashed into her crotch. Tony gave a strangled cry, a combination of shame and relief, of frustration and satiation combined. Karen had played with his cock and balls too long and too expertly, and now his meatrack was going off all by itself, out of control. He humped again, frantically, and a second thick stream hosed from his cockhead. His prick jerked upwards as his jism shot out, and the creamy geyser sprayed into her cunt bush and slid on up her belly.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Karen wailed, thrilled to see that steaming fuckjuice jet from his cockhead, yet dismayed that it was coming outside of her pussy.
Tony hovered over her, shaking with spasms as he humped the void between her thighs. His cock jutted in and out and his balls swung back and forth like the clappers of a meaty bell. He wasn't even touching her leg now. His cock was simply emptying itself in the air, the creamy deluge splashing into her crotch and onto her belly.
A thick squirt shot up and flowed into Karen's deep cleavage. Another spurt splashed her nipples and skimmed on up into the hollow of her throat.
Karen churned and thrashed and squirmed under him as he hosed her with his slime. The stuff was so hot and thick that it felt like lava as it splashed on her cunt bush and splattered on her grinding belly. She thought the fiery stuff might scald her flesh.
Tony was gasping and jerking like a marionette on a broken string as load after load burst from his cockhead. Karen cried out in desperation, wanting his cock in her, yearning for some of that steaming slime to spurt into her fuckhole. She reached down and parted her pussy lips wider with her fingers, opening her hairy slot so that his next foaming jism jet splashed on the inner folds, running in slippery ribbons into her own seeping cunt juice.
Tony groaned as a last shot flew from his piss-hole and hosed her throbbing fuck button.
He stopped jerking and knelt there, panting heavily, a baleful look on his face.
"I fucking hope you can come more than once!" Karen cried angrily.
But Tony hung his head in shame!
Premature ejaculation had always been Tony's problem – combined with the fact that he always shot so much jism out on his first effort that it took hours before his balls could fill up with another load. Tony never had much trouble scoring with a woman – not the first time. But his conquests seldom came back for more, finding it too frustrating. Even when he managed to sink his cock into a girl, he usually creamed on the first couple of strokes and was finished.
He twisted around and slumped back on the couch, embarrassed and contrite.
"Oh, no!" Karen wailed.
Tony's cock was shrinking!
His massive prick stood upright for a moment, tantalizingly long and stiff, the purple knob looming up as high as his breast bone. But then the huge rod trembled and started to dip down. His cockhead shrank and the stalk slowly bent from a rod into a bow. His big balls had deflated into wrinkled, hairy, drained bags. His cock sank lower, gave one hopeful twitch, and then began to draw back into his groin.
Even soft and drained, his cock was an impressive sight, and Karen gazed at him wistfully, feeling so frustrated she was ready to burst into tears.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Karen was not about to give up without a fight. She slid down from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark head leaned over his loins and her long black hair swept in an inky curtain over his shrunken cock and depleted balls. Her tongue shot out and she began to lap at his cockhead. He groaned. Her tongue slid all over the soft, rubbery slab. She whimpered and moaned. She licked up and down his limp cockshaft and she tongued his balls, willing them to recharge themselves. Her head bobbed up and down as she lapped along the underside of his veined stalk and, reaching the top, she slurped his cockhead into her lips and began to nurse on it with all her skill.
A single glob of jism oozed from his pisshole and slid onto her tongue.
"Ooooh," she purred, letting the slimy nugget run over her tastebuds for a moment. Then her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed it. That single frothy drop was so delicious that Karen wailed with frustration, longing for more of the succulent stuff.
But there was no more.
Suck and lick as she would, with all her considerable talent, Karen could not coax out another drop of fuckjuice, nor make his shrunken cock swell and stiffen again.
Her head bobbed down and she took his cock and balls together into her lips. Her head tilted from side to side as she mouthed him. Tony leaned back, still panting, holding one hand against the back of her head. He tried his best, humping up into her face and watching her lips pull on his prick, but to no avail.
Yet again, Tony's cock had failed a girl.
Karen raised her head and looked beseechingly up at his contrite face. Her own expression was one of dismay and regret and absolute frustration.
"How long before you can get hard again, Tony?" she asked him in a quavering voice.