Heather Barton

There have been a few instances in bed with a man where is ability or even his inability to ejaculate has become an issue.  There are the few men who take a long time to ejaculate and some even who have difficulty managing it at all.  This used to concern me, A LOT, when I felt they didn’t find me arousing enough to cum.

But what many women don’t realize is, its not about the ejaculation for men.  Its about ALL the sensations they get during sex, not just the end one.  For some men the pleasure of the act and your pleasure is enough.   If it was all about cuming then a porn would be 5 minutes of sex and 10 minutes of the ejaculation scene!

Ah, but what to do about the man who cums on the quick side.  When I was young, my solution to this was to cum myself as quickly as possible to get at least ONE orgasm in “just in case”!  Because you never knew what you were going to get that first time and after all the energy spent on this guy I’d like at least ONE orgasm!

That training has served me well, as now I cum practically on entry!  So you can imagine how many orgasms I tend to enjoy throughout intercourse.  🙂   And can do it almost on command.  (Sorry… was I boasting!  Muahaaha)

Anyway, I was discussing this with my lovely Latina BBW Carmen and in her usual “mother earth” way she told me she had a technique that a man can do to “train” himself NOT to ejaculate so quickly.  So, of course, I dragged out as much info from her as I could on the subject!

And surprise, surprise… it involves self exploration on the part of the male.  Apparently, if a man explores himself in the area of his anus, prostate and the area between his anus and his balls, while masturbating he can better feel when he’s going to cum and mentally practice backing it down to last longer.

According to Carmen, the best position to do this in is on your back with your legs in the air and up against a wall.  So you have full access. 🙂

Now exploring your ass doesn’t make you a homosexual male.  It makes you self exploratory.   Remember according to the religious that condemns sex, God made us in his image.  Which means wherever we find pleasure.. he meant us to find pleasure.  Some men enjoy ass play and some men are uncomfortable with it.  I think its a measure of how much you like yourself, ALL of yourself and how self-experimental you are.

But I’ll tell you this.  I have noticed amongst the many men I’m met, the ones who are self-aware AND self-experimental are the men who last the longest in bed.

There\’s always THIS technique!

I  realize the other day, just WHY virgins would appeal to men.

I mean the only reason this was a question for me, was because of the number of men who tell me they love “the experienced woman”.  It seemed to contradict with the cultural preference of Virginity.

But then in the few experiences I’ve had in the last 4 months (eye-rolling here at the memory) I realized WHY being a woman’s first time would appeal to some men.

Because she wouldn’t have anyone else to compare him to.  He would shine because it was all she knew.  His size, his hardness (or lack thereof) his skill, all that wouldn’t matter.  For an insecure man this would be ideal.  Although there is the balanced karmic side to it that you have to live up to her fantasies and ideal of this momentous moment.  Plus deal with the emotion crap that will come with this.

But on the flip side of men, opposite of the one who wants to be first… there is the man who needs the feedback he’ll get from an experienced woman.  No… strike that.  It’s not the experience woman he really wants, it’s the woman in touch with herself enough to be able to express her pleasure.  Loudly!

Virgins rarely do that.

Well, unless they’ve been letting porn train them into what sounds are expected!

Oh my, this took 3 blogs!  I broke it up into short sections because I know the short attention spans of people… but boy I’m long winded!  Or maybe I just like to enjoy a good sex scene.

Now where were we… ah, yes Chris’s turn. 🙂

Chris chuckled as he walked from the direction of the kitchen to the bed.  He rolled Joe off me with one big pull of his hands.

“Come on, old man, time to share.”

I sat up, scooted off the bed and crossed the small space to the other bed.  Chris started walking around to follow me and I moved on the bed tracking him with my eyes.  He stopped at my motion and grinned.  He’d caught onto the game.

Slowly he stripped off his pants.  I pulled my hair to one side to trail along the bed and watched him.  Chris walked slowly to one corner of the bed as I moved away with him.  We played for about a minute and then Chris rushed me, grabbing an arm and yanking me to him.  I twisted my body to land on my back, denying him the position he wanted.  He grabbed a handful of my hair pinning it to the bed and pressed his foot over my legs to hold me still.  His other hand played along my body and squeezed my breasts and nipples bringing soft noises out of me.

Then I felt his hands on my waist.  With his strength he spun me over to my stomach.  Desire flared through me but he wasn’t done.  His hands clamped again on my waist and he lifted me and moved me fast to the headboard.  I threw my arms out to catch myself, loving his complete control over me.

Hands on my calves pulled me back and spread me open.  I was almost doggy-style with my hands up on the headboard and my knees far apart.  It left me ready for whatever he planned.  His cock touched the entrance to my sex and I quivered in anticipation.

“Don’t move,” he growled in my ear and I felt his hands caress their way down my sides along my waist to my hips.  He lovingly caressed the globes of my rear and then I felt his hand come down in a sharp slap.   I jerked and gasped out, “Chris, please.”

“You moved,” he groaned in my ear.  I felt his hands caress down my back again and along my ass.  I tried to brace for the lovely shock of the slap so I wouldn’t move but as it came down he drove into me at the same time and I screamed at the delicious sensation.

Chris began a slow rhythm punctuated by slaps and low words.  “You like it rough,” he purred with a thrust.

“No,” I whispered and felt his hand come down on my rear with a matching plunge of his hard erection.  I groaned at the pleasure.

“But, you are loving this,” he whispered with another thrust.

“Yes,” I groaned out and gasped as he did some quick drive of his hips before going back to his slow rhythm.

“So how can you say you don’t like it rough,” he growled with a thrust and a spank.

Hard to talk with my sex quivering in pleasure and my brain barely working but I managed to gasp out as he slowly thrust his driving cock in and out, “Not the rough I love.”

I heard Joe say from the bed, “She likes it dominant.”

I turned my head at his words and looked over at him through my hair.  He was lying on his side on the bed watching us.  He was half erect and working his sex with his hand.   Older men took longer to recover and I could see Joe was trying to motivate himself for more.

“Dominant,” I heard Chris muse to himself and then his hands pressed over mine and he pressed his back over me and began thrusting faster and faster.  I whimpered at feeling pinned and he went harder and then I could only ride his movement with gasps and cries.  The pleasure was building and building and I felt the orgasm shudder through me and my sex spasm around Chris.

“Holy fuck!” he cried out and pressed into me at his own release.  Growling in my ear he ground his hips in a jerking circular motion.  After a few seconds his hips stopped moving and he started raining kisses along my back.  It was only after I felt him begin to soften did he pull out of me.  His action brought a gasp of pleasure to my lips and a chuckle from Chris.  Wrapping one arm around my waist he pulled us onto our sides on the bed to face Joe in a spooning position.

Before we completely relaxed I bumped my butt into Chris’s warmth and said, “Scoot a bit.”  He obliged but his arm never left me as he moved so he moved me with him.  I smiled as Chris snuggled my body tight against his.

I patted the space in front of me on the bed and said, “Joe, there’s room.”

Joe’s smile warmed me as much as Chris’s body.  I watched the man stretch his length in front of me.  He lay on his side to gently play with my breasts.  His eyes avoided mine and I wondered at it but the pleased smile stayed on his lips.

I felt Chris doing something with my hair, tugging and yanking it out from under and between us.  I was feeling languid and satisfied and lightly closed my eyes under the soft sensation of Joe’s hands.

“What’s he doing?” I asked Joe.

Joe’s hands disappeared and I peaked my eyes open to watch him crane up to see over me to Chris.  An amused smile brightened his face and he said, “He’s covering himself in your hair.”

I giggled at the thought and as much as I wanted to see it, turning my head would pull the hair off so I had to let him indulge in his desire.  After all it was a night for indulging.  Joe lay back down next to me with a sigh.

“Sorry Cat,” he said quietly, “I may not be up for more tonight.”

I smiled at him my sly secret smile.  “I could fix that.  I haven’t enjoyed the taste of either of you yet.”

Joe barked a laugh and Chris said, slightly muffled from under my hair, “She is going to kill us.”

“Maybe,” Joe said as he smiled at me, “but what a way to go.”  He toyed with my breasts and I just lay there between them resting, enjoying the afterglow.  So many nights of teaching pleasure usually left me so sated I fell straight to sleep.

“You don’t get the dominance from your students, do you?” Joe asked.

“No.  Even if they wanted to, I curb it.  To teach them properly I have to be the dominant or they would only see it as sex and not a class.”

I felt my hair move and Chris leaned up over me.  “Then why do you do it?  Why do you take all those boys to bed instead of someone else?”

I was surprised at the touch of emotion in his voice.  I turned onto my back so I could look at him.  But he didn’t meet my eyes.  His fingers traced designs on my stomach and he watched them instead of my face.

“You mean instead of you?” I asked softly.

“Maybe,” he grunted out.  I glanced at Joe and he shrugged but his lips were set in a grim line.

“Gentlemen,” I said and softly reached up my hands to touch both of their faces.  “I sleep with the boys a handful of times so they and I can’t get attached to each other.   If I turned my desires to older men I might get attached to one.  With that comes all the mess of the emotional relationship.  And my private life is not conducive to the complications of a relationship.”

When I looked at Chris he shrugged.  Joe said, “I keep forgetting there’s a Sarah and not just Cat.”

“Joe!” I exclaimed at his slip of my name.  The only man who knew it.

“Shit, sorry Cat.”  The look he gave me said he was sincerely rueful.

“Sarah’s a pretty name,” Chris said looking at me.

“And you’ll never repeat it or you’ll be fired.”  Joe told him with an angry glare.  I suspected the heat in his voice was more out of his own guilt than real anger at Chris.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Joe, “After all these years I’m surprised you remembered it.”

He looked away with a guilty look on his face.

“Joe, you didn’t try to track me, did you?”

“Yea, kinda.  It was after you took a second class.  You made arrangements to start a bar tab to be billed to M.O.S.A. and I got curious.  I pulled the old credit card slip and did some digging.”

“And what did you find?” I asked him quietly but began to let my fingers idly circle his nipple.  I was contemplating giving it a hard tweak to express my current feelings at this information.

“I found nothing.  The card had been cancelled, the address was a PO Box and nothing came up recent on the name on the card.”

I smiled and gave his nipple a gentle caress with my nail.  That old card had been in my married name and since it had been a joint account it was quickly closed when I was issued a new one with my maiden name and a different account.

“It’s nice to know precautions I take are effective,” I purred.

I put both my arms over my head and arched my body in a stretch.  I felt hands on me in reaction and smiled at both men.

“I want to taste each of you and then I’m going to wrestle you together to see who’s more dominant, you or I,” I told them.

“I think I like this Wildcat,” said Joe with a grin as I moved lower and lower until my mouth was level with his cock.

“It’s been a long four years,” I mumbled and proceeded to prove to him what my tongue could do for an older man.

To my commentators.. thanks Nancy you are Cat’s biggest fan!  And Brandon, no, its not written from an experience, lol, this was a mental fantasy written at the beginning of my self discovery.   Which culminated in me adopting many of Cat’s more interesting traits! 😉