Dedication: To the honest women who gave me their answers to "What's your favorite memory of getting a man to cum?"
Jana, age 26, Virginia:
This is going to sound really perverse, but when my last boyfriend turned 25, I wanted to give him a sex present. So I invited Emma to join us in a threesome.
My boyfriend Bobby was a breast man - and bigger is better, in his view. I have big ones, nice, firm, soft tiddies that slosh over the cups of a D-cup bra. But Emma's got so much boobage that you know it's her before she turns a corner. She's got more titflesh than any FOUR women, it seems - and they're torpedo tits, if you can picture that.
So what did I want? I wanted to see him dying to cum, and struggling not to. I loved to see him hold out against his urges, in the name of love for ME! We discussed, ahead of time, what story we would use to fuck with his brain. We had it all planned out.
When she got there, I couldn't believe the outfit she'd found for the occasion. Her vast mega-boobs were PACKED into a satiny black top. Well, the foot of cleavage that showed wasn't packed in, but you get the picture.
We took turns sitting on his face. We eventually got him naked, and I told him Emma was going to get on top of him. He was already hard as iron, but his long, long pole began to leak clear pre-cum when I told him that.
"She's going to ride you. Remember, YOU obey orders. Got it?"
He got it.
She got on top of him, and had a little trouble wedging his cock into herself, because he'd grown SO big and hard! But slowly, she was able to take all of his impressive shaft, and slowly, slowly rode him. I could tell that her enormous breasts filled his vision.
Emma winked at me, and said "Now, Bobby, it's important that you don't cum inside me. We want to SEE you spurting, so I'm gonna ride you until I'M cumming, but you DON'T cum - got it?"
He got it. Of course, he'd have agreed to anything, with his cock about two feet into this giant-titted babe, and me holding his arms over his head. But as he got closer and closer to that cum, he looked more and more scared. He didn't want to piss off the two hotties working him over.
"I'm . . . getting . . . close!" he gasped out. She rode him slower and slower, and when he started to grimace, she stopped. Holding quite still, looking into his eyes from the other side of her vast breasts, she said "Good thing you told me, Bobby. You feel like steel, inside me - and I'M FERTILE!"
His pupils dilated ALL the way and suddenly he was blasting cream into her. He bucked, helplessly firing gobs and gobs of cum as far up her tubes as it would go. He shook and spurt and sprayed and it was like he couldn't stop! I've never seen anything like it - he came his brains out. Even after she pulled off him, laughing, that power pole of his sprayed and sprayed . . .
Heidi, age 36, Missouri:
It's usually not that tough to make a man cum. I, for one, love the power I feel when I do. So - particularly with a boy toy I dated (I was 33, he was 25, and it was a terrific fling) and I got a lot of amusement getting him to cum before he wanted to. He'd try to be mad at me after, but he just couldn't! Also, he was generally good for a round 2 and round 3, so it was all in good fun.
We rented a cottage for a week away, in a resort village. There was a hot tub you'd share with 3 other cottages. We were getting sexy, petting, in the tub right after our arrival. I remember I'd told him to save up his cum for three days before our vacation (which was really unnecessary - he'd shoot prodigious, copious loads, I remember.) Then again, three days with no release and he was on pins and needles by the time we got there.
I got into my new sling bikini (I'd bought it just for this vacation) and was gratified to see how his swim trunks bulged the moment he saw me in it. He was nutty over my ass, and this really showed it off.
So we're in the tub, not kissing, but groping under the water, when two women from another cottage came over to ask about the tub. With all the bubbles going, they couldn't see our hands. I hadn't grasped his cock, yet, when they came by. But as soon as I saw him trying stop panting, and to hold a normal conversation, I got an idea.
I steered the conversation to cookery, a favorite topic of his, and as soon as he and the women were in the middle of the subject, I started stroking his thighs. He turned colors, but tried to keep talking coherently. So I made my way to his hot, swollen, mostly-hard dick. He twitched so deliciously! I knew I had him - he was a "good boy" and too egotistical to give me the satisfaction of giving up. He'd keep talking, just to show me he could.