Gisele’s Speedy Cummer Becomes A Marathon Fucker

Turning My Premature Ejaculator Into a Marathon Sex Partner Takes Practice… Lots of Practice!  When I met Rodger we were both just starting classes in college. He was your average jock. Super athletic and super hot, but not exactly the brightest bulb in the box. His cock wasn’t the longest I had ever had, but it was the fattest. Which was just fine by me. My only gripe about the guy was that he was done in minutes, whereas I like to take my time and enjoy the pleasureof fucking.  Try as he might he just couldn’t keep himself from cumming so I decided it was time to train his cock to wait. He ended up with blue balls after a few of our training sessions, but you know what they say, no pain, no gain!

To get more information on what started his problem with premature ejaculation I had him show me how he masturbated. We both got naked and sat on the floor opposite of each other with our legs spread out. He was backed up against my bed and I was backed up against the wall. Right from the get go I saw the first problem. He jerked off like he was running a sprint, not a marathon. I told him to slow down a bit. They don’t call it playing with yourself because you try to get through it as fast as possible. I taught him to tease his cock with his finger tips. He said it made him feel weird doing that. I told him it made my pussy super wet and he continued.

After about six minutes he was ready to blow. This was about two to three minutes longer than normal, but I wasn’t satisfied with that time. I told him to stop touching himself and watch me. This was my time to show him how to tease and actually feel what you are doing to yourself.

I slowly traced my fingers through the folds of my pussy lips. I tasted my juices. I could see his precum oozing out of his cock as it thumped in tune with his pulse. Using my free hand I played with my breasts. Alternately squeezing them and playing with my erect nipples. I pulled on my nipples while I stuck two fingers into my pussy. I stopped working my titties and brought my hand down to massage my clit in slow circles while I pulled my fingers out of my pussy. They were soaked with juices. I opened my fingers and my cum spread across them in an unmistakable display of how wet I was. I brought my fingers to his mouth and let him suck them off.

For a guy that was embarrassed about playing with himself he sure did know how to give good head! I told him to eat my pussy and he got down on his side to deliver a tongue lashing so wonderful I kept stopping him so I could enjoy it more before I came. Finally after ten minutes I was too worked up. I pushed his face into my pussy hard as he sucked on my clit while rolling his tongue around it. When I came I let out a moan so loud my neighbor called out asking if everything was OK from his yard. My boyfriend and I both giggled as I yelled out the window that I was alright. Now he had to know I was having sex or masturbating, or both!

When my boyfriend was done licking me I brought him up for a long kiss. He tried to maneuver me so he could get inside me. I told him no and pushed him back into a sitting position against the bed. Then I got down on my side and told him he had to last for ten minutes or he was going to have to wait to cum later on that evening. As my tongue worked his cock I could see the look of determination on his face. A few times he pushed me back so he could last longer. His hardon was super stiff and throbbed. He was up to eight minutes. A new record.

Once again he pulled me off of his cock trying to last longer, but as his cock was exiting my mouth I flicked the head with my tongue rather aggressively. I felt his cock go rock hard as it always does when he is just about to cum. Not wanting to allow him that kind of satisfaction I wrapped my hand around the base of his prick and squeezed so tight that even if he were to cum it wouldn’t jet passed his urethra in pulses of pure pleasure. In fact, it’d be somewhat painful with each spurt as his balls got more and more backed up with his cum. He was breathing heavily like he was afraid of what was about to happen. He cocked his head back as he tried to clear his mind. I used my other hand to squeeze his balls. Just hard enough to make it hurt a little. For what seemed like minutes he sat there leaning against my bed trying to deny himself the pleasure of cumming like a good boy.

I looked at the clock and noticed we were up to nine minutes and counting. My boyfriend’s breathing sounded like a woman using Lamaze during childbirth. His forehead was beaded with sweat that was beginning to drip down his face onto his chest. I gave his balls an even harder squeeze. Could he really last a full ten minutes? The clock counted off ten minutes and I let his nuts go. His body began to relax a little. Slowly I released his cock and no cum came out of it. He had went the distance. I was so proud of him. But that didn’t mean he was going to get to cum just yet. He needed to go ten minutes with stimulation, not two of them with his nuts in a vice!

He begged me to make him cum and I wouldn’t budge. To be an even bigger bitch I took him outside to the pool where I made him rub suntan oil into my body knowing he would end up with a massive hardon he couldn’t touch since we had a community pool. As I caught some rays he laid on his stomach to hide the bulge in his shorts. He probably should have thought of other things, but I could tell he couldn’t keep his mind off of my hard body covered in oil. He wanted to fuck me so bad.

Can you go the distance? Do you have what it takes? Are you the kind of boy-toy that plays with himself or do you work your cock like you are trying to Jimmy the lock on a car door? If you answered yes to any of those questions you need to call me. If you answered no to any of those questions you need to call me! We are going to get to the bottom of this, mister!