Dick Larged - Lovers On The Side

"Oh, the hell it's not." Her mother waved it all away. "I've been through it. You're just getting a natural reaction to screwing someone other than your husband. It will go away; you'll live. Now are you sure you're all cleaned out?" Her mother was back to being serious. "If not, Chuck can go again. He's a regular screwing machine."

"No," Trudy vowed, "never again. I… I couldn't seem to help myself this time. But never again." She shook her head in determination. "I couldn't!"

Her mother smiled in a knowing manner and nodded. "All right, dear, if you say so. Now, about Hank. You wanted to know how to break him of pre-entry ejaculation, right?"

Trudy sat up. "Yes, oh yes!"

"All right," Grace said. "There's a couple of ways depending on how patient you are. I was outside the door, peeking, when Chuck was giving it to you," she confession-smiled: "You did it the quick way then."

Trudy didn't understand. "What did I do?"

"You slapped him, remember? He was going to cum and he told you to slap him."

Trudy didn't remember, but then, outside of the most mind-boggling ecstasy that she had ever felt, she didn't remember anything. She shook her head.

"Well, you did. That's one way. Another is to jack him off until he is going to cum, then tell him to squeeze his ass-cheeks together and try to lift his balls, sac and all, into his belly by using his groin muscles, and stop pumping. This teaches them control of…"

"Wait! Wait. Back up." Trudy held up her hand. "I didn't get that. He does what?"

"He'll know, once he tries it. Squeezing his ass-cheek muscles and the muscles to lift up his balls are the ones that control his prostate, and even though his cum comes from his nuts, his sperm comes from his prostate, so if he…"

Trudy shook her head, "Never mind, I'll tell him. But the first? Why slap him?"

"It's a shock to his body and gets his mind off of shooting off. But it will only work if he is squeezing his muscles at the same time. Understand?"

Trudy nodded. "I think so. I should masturbate him until he is going to orgasm, then stop and allow him to squeeze his muscles." She brightened and, smiled. "That seems easy enough. Do I do this every time just before we have intercourse?"

Grace laughed. "You do it five, ten times a day or as often as he can raise a hard-on for a month."

"A month!" Trudy couldn't believe it. "Five or ten times a day? No man can do that!"

"Yes they can, love. You're forgetting, they stop just before cumming, so in effect, they never screw at all. The problem is going to be you."

"Me!"

Her mother nodded. "You. But don't take it out on Hank. When it reaches a point where you think you're going to explode, give me a call. I'll fix you up with Chuck."

"Never!" Trudy flushed again from remembering what she had done. "I couldn't do that to Hank again, ever!"

"Sure." Her mother nodded and rose from the bed. "That's what I thought when I was young. You'd better get going. Hank will be home from work soon."

Trudy waited until Hank was ready for bed before telling him. "Honey." She smoothed the covers on the bed as he put out his clothes for the next day. "I was over to my mother's today and found out how you can… ah, last a little longer on me when we make love."

"You what?" Hank was a little put out. "What's wrong with my love-making?"

"Nothing, honey, honest, nothing! It's just that I thought you might like to stay in me a little longer." She turned on her cutest, little girl innocent smile. "Don't you?"

Hank grinned and his prick started to harden, just looking at his beautiful, sexy love-kitten. "Hell yes!" Hank didn't much care if she talked about his love-making to her mother. Grace was just an older Trudy. He'd love to fuck her too. "What did she say?"

"Well," Trudy bubbled, "it's real common in men and real easy to overcome."

"Overcome!" He grinned. "I thought you said it wasn't a problem to you."

"It's not, honest. Anyway. All you have to do is play with yourself, or rather, mama told me to play with your penis up to the time you are going to shoot off, then I let go and you do certain squeezing things to your muscles."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I've tried it a couple of times. It works, but it gets to feeling so damnable good that I just can't stop if I do it myself." He finished and crawled into bed and took her into his arms. "But, anything you want, honey. If you want to do it, I'm game."

Trudy kissed him and felt his fingers claw lascivious sparks from her breasts. Oh Jesus! She pulled away. "No. Don't do that, I can't stand it. Just turn off the light and lie back."

He did. Trudy reached down and encircled his now warm, hard, erect prick. It wasn't as big as Chuck's, but damn it, it would give. her as much pleasure once he could stay in her. She started to jack him off with slow, dainty strokes. She didn't grip his cock, she allowed her hot, ardent hand to slide up and down the alive, sensuous gristle.

"Ohhh. That's good!" Hank lifted his pelvis gently with each of her down strokes and lowered his ass when she rubbed upward.

"Ohh shit! Honey, that's so goooddd!"

Trudy was starting to get nervous. This aroused, intense gratification that she was pumping from Hank's heating hammer was seeping into her hand, up her arm and radiating down into her dull aching groin. It was all starting again. The craving, gluttony for cock, for unholy satisfaction, for the out-of-this-world, lustful rapture that she felt when Chuck shot his boiling load of jism so deep in her pussy, it was all coming back. Damn. Damn. Hank's got to learn to stay on me longer. He must!

"Oh! I'm going to cum! Leave go, let loose!"

Trudy snapped back to what she was doing. My God! She had been flailing her hand up and down his cock. She jerked her hand away and watched the struggle on his face.

Hank's eyes mashed shut, his face screwed up, he gritted his teeth and his whole body was straining itself into a tense rod. It lasted about a minute, then he relaxed, opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Did it!" he said triumphantly. "Now let's fuck."

Trudy laughed. "Oh no! Mama said not for a month and then only after we do this eight or ten times a day, every day."

"What!" Hank's face registered disbelief. "A month? Oh, bullshit! I can't go a month without you. No way. The hell with it!" And he rolled toward her.

Trudy wanted to fuck him. Oh Jesus! did she ever want his cock in her aching cunt.But without training, she knew it would only lead to disaster. "Wait," she said, "we will, but let's do it three or four times first. All right?"

Hank flopped back on his back. "Oh all right," he said. "Three more times, but then I get some!"

Trudy once more gripped Hank's tumultuous prong. It was hotter than before and seemed a wee bit thicker, but nowhere near the size of Chuck's mammoth prick. Why was she thinking about another man's penis while-she was jerking off the man she loved? What in the hell was the matter with her? She had made a mistake this afternoon. Something had gotten into her. (Wasn't that a laugh? Chuck's glorious hammer had certainly got into her.) She giggled.

Hank's moan broke off suddenly. "What's the matter? Why are you giggling?"

"Oh!" Trudy thought fast. "Your cock is so beautiful, so hard and wonderful, I just couldn't help giggling. It pleases me so!"

"So does your hand!" He lay back and closed his eyes again. Trudy continued her up and down gentle stroking. Maybe it was her imagination, but was she actually pumping on his cock longer than the first time? Hank was moaning and writhing his pelvis to her gentle strokes. Yes, by God! It was working. She had jacked him longer this time. Her spirits soared from the promise that Hank would actually be able. to fuck her to climax.

"Oohhh!" Hank's body strained toward her hand. "Stop!"