He felt the familiar tingle start in his balls, and tried as hard as he could to fight against the inevitable.
"I'm going to come!" John said, desperately.
He heard a resigned sigh in his ear.
"Not again..." Erin complained, as he spurt his load into her pussy. As soon as he finished she pushed him off of her, irritated.
"All three times we've had sex now you've come within a minute, John. I really tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, even after I saw how small you were, but I'm not sure if this is going to work out."
John winced. One of the things that first attracted him to Erin was her brutal honesty. When they met, through mutual friends, the first thing she said to him was that he was cute, but his shirt was the wrong color for him. He thought it was a very unusual thing to say to someone you just met, and it intrigued him enough for him to start pursuing her, even though he was reasonably certain she was out of his league. Erin was tall, about the same height as him, with jet black long straight hair and green eyes. Despite her slender figure, she had generous firm tits, and always showed them off to great advantage with low-cut tops and dresses. To his surprise, Erin had agreed to go out with him after just a few tries. On their first date, he could feel the eyes of every guy in the restaurant on her cleavage - she had worn a tight dress that was cut so low he could see the lace of her bra. He figured this was a small price to pay for being with someone so sexy, and felt a sense of pride that she was out with him, despite all the attention she was getting.
He wasn't completely caught off guard by Erin's comment - she had dropped hints over the last couple of weeks that he wasn't satisfying her. He felt immense pressure to get her to orgasm, and that didn't help with his old problem with premature ejaculation. He was completely infatuated with her though, and desperately thought of ways to avoid her dumping him.
"I'm so sorry Erin - I know I have a problem with that. I'd do anything, though, to make you happy!"
She turned over on her side, facing away from him.
"I know you're trying your best, babe" she said. "Listen, I like you. If I didn't I wouldn't have gone out with you again after that first time."
John winced again at the memory of their first clumsy sexual encounter. They were making out on his couch after their second date - he was lying on top of her, with his hand under her shirt, feeling the breasts he had been lusting after since he met her. He was rock hard, and he was sure she could feel him against her thigh. She shifted her position so they were more side by side on the narrow couch, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Reaching her hand underneath his jockeys, she pulled free his dick. He had gasped with the contact and struggled to remain calm. He saw her look down at the penis in her hand and frown at what she saw. He know he was on the small side, and his cheeks burned with shame in her reaction. She started rubbing her hand against him, and to his continued embarrassment he came within just a few strokes.
"Ok...well, how do you feel about oral sex?" Erin asked, still facing away from him.
"Um, good, I guess?" John said carefully.
"Ok, well I don't suck dick. I don't buy into the male dominated paternalistic bullshit that I should suck you off and swallow your cum. BUT I do enjoy getting eaten out. So..."
With that, she turned over, and spread her legs suggestively.
"But...I just came in your pussy..." John protested. "I don't know..."
Erin sighed. "Look. You can't make me come with your small dick. This is pretty much your last chance. If you can get me off with your tongue, then maybe I'll go out with you again. If you can't, then this is pretty much it. I need to be with a guy that can get me off."
Seeing the logic in what she was saying, John slid down to get between her legs. Her pussy was trimmed neatly, with just a small strip of pubic hair. He licked her tentatively, fighting down a shudder. He had never tasted his own cum before, and now he was about to get a mouthful of it.
Erin sighed and wound her hand in his hair, pulling him tighter against her. He felt his mouth and nose push into her womanhood. He inhaled the scent of her pussy mixed with the smell of his own spunk.
"Put your tongue inside me" she commanded, arching her back slightly and pulling him even closer into her. He extended his tongue and slid it into her. He tasted his own sperm mixed with her juices. She thrust her hips up and back, sliding his tongue in and out of her slit.
"Hmm...that's a good boy. How does your jizz taste in my pussy?"
John muttered an intelligible reply as he continued to fuck her pussy with his extended tongue.
"Now lick my clit. Make me cum and I might go out with you again"
He slid his tongue up her pussy. Finding her clit, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue repeatedly.
Erin moaned and tightened her grip on his hair. Excited by the fact that he was finally getting her turned on, John licked and sucked her clit in earnest. Doing this, his own inadequacies melted away - he wasn't under pressure to last a long time during intercourse, and his below average penis size wasn't a factor at all. He could lick her pussy until she came, and that was the most important thing now. He still tasted the funk of his cum in his mouth, but tried to ignore it as much as possible and concentrate on the job at hand.
Erin's legs lifted and she crossed her ankles across his back. Her thighs squeezed against him almost painfully. He could no longer hear her moans and heavy breathing - his entire world narrowed to just his tongue and her pussy. He alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue, running his tongue up and down her slit, and sucking. He felt his tongue and jaw begin to ache with the prolonged effort.
Minutes later Erin went rigid and let out a little scream. Her hands tightened painfully in his hair, pulling his face against her. Her orgasm went on for a good 8 or 10 seconds before she finally relaxed and let him go.
Exhausted, John lay back, resting his head against Erin's thigh. He could feel her juices covering his face, as well as a good portion of his own cum. She reached down and began lazily running her fingers through his hair.
"That wasn't bad for a first time, John. It took you longer than it should have to get me off, but in the end I had quite a nice orgasm."
Despite himself, John felt a flush of pride at her words. He had to admit to himself it felt great to get her off, even if it was by eating her out instead of fucking her.
"Thank you, Erin. Does that mean you'll go out with me again?"
Erin was quiet for a minute.
"I don't know, John. I don't want to mislead you - I have no interest in letting you fuck me again with that pindick of yours."
John winced again.
"Oh, well...um, I could go down on you instead, I guess? I mean, I do whatever you want me to do" he said desperately, looking up at her.
"Hm..I like that" Erin said, pulling him up to her and kissing him, her tongue finding its way inside his mouth. "Yes, I'll let you take me out again. And I'm going to hold you to that last part."
Three days later, she sent him a text. "Pick me up tomorrow. 6 PM. Sharp."
John spent some time cleaning his place. He didn't know what their plans were - she didn't send any more details. If they ended up back at his house again he wanted everything to be perfect. After showering, he put on a pair of jeans and a nice shirt and sportcoat. He didn't know if they were going someplace casual or dressy, but figured he'd have either contingency covered. He was outside of her house at five before six, but waited in his car until exactly 6.
Erin answered the door. She looked stunning - a tight white minidress showed off her ample cleavage, and was cut so short that he was amazed he couldn't see her panties.
"You like?" she asked, smiling at his obviously lustful gaze.
"Um, yes.." he stammered, finally tearing his eyes from her exposed breasts.
"Glad to hear it." she pointed at a small shopping bag near the wall.
"Give me a hand with that, would you? I'll lock up."
He held the car door for her, then hurried around to his side. Starting up the car, he asked where they were headed.
She turned and gave him a sly smile.
"Your place."
They made idle chit chat on their way back to John's house. She mentioned that some friends of hers were meeting up at a bar later that evening, and that maybe they'll be joining them. Arriving home, John quickly unlocked the door. Erin immediately walked to his bedroom, with John eagerly following. Once there, she put the bag on the floor and turned to him. Her demeanor had changed - she was no longer the girlfriend on a date - she was a tall, beautiful woman completely in charge of the situation.
"Take off your clothes" she said, quietly but authoritatively.
"What? Um..are you going to also..?" John said, uncertainly.
"You said last time that you would do whatever I wanted. What I want you to do now, John, is take off your clothes." She crossed her arms across her chest and arched an eyebrow at him.
"Now."
John decided he had better obey. He hurriedly pulled off his sportcoat and shirt, then pulled down his pants and socks. In a few seconds he was standing in front of her in his boxers.
She merely looked at him with her arched eyebrow. Getting the hint, John slowly lowered his underwear to his ankles, then kicked them off. Awkwardly, he held his hands in front of his penis. He felt himself growing hard.
"Hands at your side, John."
Slowly, he complied, losing the last shred of covering he had. He was completely naked, his erect cock sticking out in front of him. He took a huge amount of willpower to not try to cover himself.
"That's better."
