Cumming from the softest brush of her fingers can be among the most intense orgasms a man can experience.
After two weeks of complete denial, that first instant she touches your desperate cock sends an electric shock running down the shaft, settling deep into your stomach. And you know, instantly – as surely as you’ve known anything in your life – that you won’t last 30 seconds before you spill your pent-up seed all over her hand. And the shame of that secret knowledge somehow makes you even more turned on – and makes the coming eruption even more inevitable.
So to buy time, you desperately try to distract her, and yourself, by turning your attention to her pleasure. You lunge over and bury your face between her legs and begin licking as if you very life depended on it. And it works for a moment, as you hear her begin to moan.
But her arousal makes her reach out again for your stiff member, unaware of your hair-trigger. After two or three gentle squeezes, you’re right back on the edge.
Now there is no hiding your weakness. You must either pull her hand away, or face the humiliation of emptying yourself pathetically onto the sheets of your own bed. Either way, she’s about to learn that her partner has the stamina of a horny 15 year old.
Opting to delay the inevitable, and at least give her a few moments of pleasure, you make the only reasonble choice. You reach down to gently disengage her hand from your overstimulated cock.
You immediately sense her surprise (I was barely touching him!). And is it disappointment? Or is that a condescending pleasure at her power and your weakness?
Regardless, your embarrassment acts as a mysterious accelerant. Gas on the raging fire of your arousal. So you redouble your efforts, licking frantically until your jaw aches. Your twitching cock threatening to betray you at any moment.
But simultaneously as turned on as you’ve ever been in your life. So you lay completely still next to her, afraid to call attention to yourself, as her breathing slowly returns to normal.
Finally, she turns slowly toward you, pressing you onto your back. It’s dark, so you can’t be certain, but you could swear there is a mischievous grin on her face.
Will she climb on and straddle you? No, she knows her wet pussy would overwhelm your sad defenses immediately.
Will she lean down to take you into her mouth? No, even that effort would be wasted on a man in your pathetic state.
So she returns to where the night began, her hand reaching down to grasp your straining cock, now slick all over with precum.
In a final, desperate attempt to make this moment last, you relinquish the last of your pride, and again reach down to push her hand away. And gently take a single finger, her delicate pinky finger, and move it into contact with your dick.
You know - and SHE knows - this is all it will take. A single finger.
But something deep inside you needs to say the words out loud, to have her hear your confession of inadequacy. So you lean in and whisper, “Your hand is too much for me.”
And the naked vulnerability mixes with your shame to drive you to heights of arousal you’ve seldom experienced.
One gentle stroke? Two? Certainly no more than five. You gasp, as the cum begins to pour out onto your chest and stomach. She immediately withdraws her finger, declining to further encourage your premature orgasm. She just leans back and watches you empty yourself. You gasp again, this time at the implied judgement in her refusal to even touch your leaking cock. You know she is right to deny you. A perfect conclusion to this all-too brief affair.
As your bliss fades and your head begins to clear, you feel her place a kleenex box next to you without a word. What is there to say? You’ll have to clean globs of sticky cum off your own body, as she drifts off to sleep, untouched by her partner’s impotent emissions.
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