Mostly Premature Ejaculation

Another PE fantasy story.  I think there will be three parts, released with not months in between.  Hope you enjoy.

Amelia's Dream

I've been a premature ejaculator since I discovered masturbation at 13.  Of course I didn't know at the time.  In those early days, I'd rub myself off through my pants or underwear, feeling the thrills of pleasure almost as soon as my hand brushed up against my dick and cumming not long after.  I think my stamina improved a little bit as masturbation became more regular in high school, but I was still unaware of my condition, unaware of how long most men lasted, unaware even of how long I lasted.  

I started to understand it in my first year of college.  I was still a virgin-- I'd had a couple of girlfriends in high school, but we only went to dances or movies, and the furthest I'd ever gotten was a kiss.  But in that year I discovered sex, and I discovered porn.  

I had made a sort of promise to myself that I'd lose my virginity before I turned 19.  This seemed a reasonable proposition-- I'm not a bad looking guy, I was pretty sure people were more open about hooking up in college, and the logistics were much simpler with no parents around.  So I went to frat parties, tried to like the taste of cheap beer, and tried to take girls back to my room.  I didn't have much success for a while, and I was looking to spice up my time alone and maybe learn a thing or two, and I was dimly aware of the existence of pornography.  So I got on the internet.  

At the start I was into mainly lesbians and solo girls, still too immature perhaps-- I felt uncomfortable looking at a guy fucking.  So still in these early explorations I never saw directly how long men were "supposed" to last.  But I did wonder why the videos I watched were so long.  Sure, there should be a little bit of intro time before things started to really heat up, but then after a minute or two I was done.  Why was the girl still teasing herself?  Why were the ladies still licking each other?  Well, I supposed, it took a bit longer for women to get off-- I'd heard that.  But then how was I to make a woman cum by fucking her if it took her longer?  Finally I gave in and loaded up a video with a man.  I was done in my usual time, and he kept going.  And going.  I was shocked.  I looked up premature ejaculation on the internet and the next day I timed myself.  Then I did it again the next day, and again the day after that.  There was no hiding it.  My minute-thirty average was definitely premature, and even approaching severity.  

I told myself that it would surely be different with a woman.  Most women after all weren't pornstar-hot, and maybe I was jerking my dick too hard or fast.  Surely I wouldn't be able to fuck in the same way with just my hips and her hips.  So I continued my excursions at parties, and eventually I got lucky.  Her name was Blake, and she was from a sorority near the house we were at.  We were both a little drunk, but we managed to walk the few minutes back to my building with almost no stumbles.  Past the security guard.  Up the elevator.  And to my door.  She had her hands all over me and I was getting pretty excited.  I had sent my roommate the text I dreamed of on the walk over: "I'm gonna bring a girl over.  Do you mind giving us a while?"  He was out anyway, but it felt good to say it.  We flopped into my bed, still kissing as we fell and started fumbling with our clothes.  She got my shirt off and I pulled her tight dress over her head.  She was wearing a sheer bra and panties, with a subtle bit of lace trim and a small bow over the front of her pussy.  I thought she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.  Her hair was a deep auburn that may have been dyed, but her eyes were a clear green, and she had a light dusting of freckes over her nose and cheeks.  I reached behind her and fumbled off her bra after an acceptable amount of time, and she undid my jeans, pulling them over my throbbing cock.  Her boobs weren't pornstar big or perky, but I could touch them and I did and they were soft and warm.  I pushed her down to the bed and eased off her panties.  Her pussy had a light dusting of strawberry blonde hair, kept neat but still mostly there.  Then she pulled my underwear over my dick, her eager fingers so much thinner than mine.  

"Wait just a second," I said and grabbed the condom from out of my jeans pocket.  I put it on as quick as I could, a couple of tremors running through my legs.  

Then it was on and I was leaning over her, cock in one hand, inches from her pussy.  I wondered if she were a virgin and if so whether I should be careful and if there would be blood.  I slid my dick in.  My heart sank as I realized she definitely felt better than my hand-- warm and tight and wet-- her pussy enveloped my cock in ways I had never felt.  This wasn't going to take long, but I did my best, thrusting my hips in and up.  I watched her tits bounce in time with my thrusts and felt like I was about to cum, so I focused on her throat and the movement of it and the smoothness.  I still felt like I was about to cum, so I closed my eyes and tried to slow down a bit.  She was moaning softly now, maybe just starting to feel good, and I knew I didn't have long.  I clenched hard and tried to keep my slower rhythm, but I still felt the fire rising from my balls, so I started pounding as hard and as fast as I could, hoping that I might bring her over the edge with me.  Her moans increased in intensity and then I was cumming.  My thrusts wound down as semen filled the condom.

"Did you cum?"

"Uh.  Yeah.  Did you?"

"No..."

"Oh."

I lay to the side of her, condom loosening on my dick.  She gave a little sigh that was almost a word.

"Do you uh-- Do you want me to finish you off?"

"Yeah."

I used my hands as best I could, rubbing her clit and slipping a couple fingers into her pussy and trying to fuck her like my dick couldn't.  Eventually her back arched and she inhaled voicelessly and I felt her pussy clench hard around my tired fingers.  

"Was that good for you?"

"Yeah."  She was still a little breathless.

We lay next to each other for a moment.  

"Well I should probably head back.  I forgot to text my housemates and they might be worried."

"Ok."

I watched her as she dressed.  There was a feeling of normalcy about the way she moved and bent that made me feel I didn't know how.  I got up and kissed at her and it hit her cheek as she turned.  

"Good night.  I had fun."  She said as she walked toward the door.

"Good night."

My night with Blake was an inauspicious beginning to an unremarkable series of one-night-stands.  I tried a few different things to last longer.  I masturbated in the afternoon before I went out.  I closed my eyes the entire time I was inside.  I even turned my back and slipped on two condoms before entering one girl.  None of it worked, at least, not well enough.  I never managed to get a girl past the gentle arousal stage with my dick inside of her.  I stopped trying to hook up and started trying to find a girlfriend near the beginning of my second semester.  There was a girl named Christine in my French class, pretty, asian, with a delicate face, small breasts, and a round ass.  She was quite sweet and shy, and she seemed a bit surprised when I asked her out.  She was a virgin when we met, which worked well for me I suppose.  We lasted until the end of the year.  

Through college I had some long dry spells and some reasonably successful relationships.  None lasted though.  "I just want to spread my wings a bit," "I want to play the field."  Some were bold enough to say they wanted to experiment, and my last girlfriend in college told me straight out that she needed more in the bedroom.  I entered grad school in a bit of a slump, and spent no time looking for a relationship for the first few months.  Then, at a physical sciences departmental mixer, I met Amelia.  

A buddy from the physics department and I were complaining about students and discussing the merits of the beer when two girls walked up to us.  One tall and dark, the other shorter and all golden, arms slung over each other like young soldiers.  

"You two look like you're having a pretty serious conversation." Said the blonde girl

"Just discussing the successes and failures of the high school education system."

"I guess we came at the right time then.  We're here to lighten the mood."

"How so?"

"Shots!"

I laughed.  "Sounds just right to me."

We toasted and took the shots, and I stifled a cough.  I've never been great at that sort of thing.

"Well, now that we've had a drink together, I think we need your names."

"I'm Liz," said the darker one, still wiping her mouth.

"And I'm Amelia," said the blonde in a mocking English accent, "you can call me Amy."

We split off and Amy and I talked for much of the rest of the night.  She was a PhD student in Chemistry.  Passionate about her subject but careful that she didn't monopolize.  She liked to run and read and had an expertise in film that made me feel uncouth, and she was sweet, and funny.  And pretty.  Her hair was wavy and wheat-colored, and it fell about her face and chest with abandon.  Her skin was a golden tan, her eyes a light hazel.  All warm with alcohol and the sunnyness of her, I asked,

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?"

"....  Sure."

We met the following Monday, in the afternoon.  It was early winter in California, cloudy, and the wind whipped through the grass and trees.  We talked, much as we had at the party, though now more sober and more careful.  I still found her fascinating, and so I asked if she might want to grab dinner with me.  She might.

We dated for some time before things got near the bedroom.  I was slow to make a move, still a bit stung by my previous girlfriend.  She made no advances either, until one night, when we were kissing on my couch, she slid her hands up under my shirt, then let them ease back down, nails lightly trailing along my back.  There was no putting it off any longer.  I slid my hands under her shirt, feeling her warm, firm tummy, and passing over the straps of her bra, then letting my hands cup her breasts.  After that, it was a short walk to the bedroom, our discarded clothes marking our path.  She lay there on my bed, all of her smooth and golden-- throat, breasts, stomach, pussy, and I stood before her, cock already twinging inside the condom.  Well it was bound to happen sooner or later.  If we were going to last, she would have to find out.  Maybe after my dry spell I developed some stamina.  I slid toward her on my knees.

"Do you want me to fuck you baby?"

"M-hmm." She bit her lip just barely, in that maddening way women have.

I took a deep breath and slid inside.  Her pussy was warm and irresistable.  Not virginally tight, but it just felt good and my dick tingled as she shifted around me.  My time alone definitely hadn't improved my stamina, but I would do my best.  I began to thrust in and out with a measured rhythm, and after a few moments, she began to moan softly.  She closed her eyes and raised her arm over her head, fingers questing for a moment before she found the side of the headboard, the smooth curve of her underarm fading into the swell of her breast.  I looked to the side of her head, focusing on a particular fold of the sheets with her hair strewn over it.  I tried to understand every detail of it, every shade and highlight of her hair and its relationship with the shadows under the fold.  But my cock was on fire and I sped up as best I could, and she moaned again and I came.  

She opened her eyes as if awoken from a dream as my strokes slowed down and she felt me soften inside her.  Her eyes went down to her pussy, my dick still inside, now almost slipping out, and her cheeks flushed a bit.

"Could you finish me off babe?" and I could hear the nearness of her orgasm in her voice.

I brought my face down to her pussy, in part to hide my angry blush.  I had really almost done it.  I could have made her cum if I had just held on for a little longer.  A few more seconds maybe.  And yet I couldn't.  I ran my tongue up either side of her opening and kissed her, and then slipped my tongue inside and lifted it back out and teased her clit with my lips.  After perhaps a minute she was tensing her thighs around my head and moaning aloud as her juices flooded my face.  

"Oooh, that was great.  How did I feel?"

"Amazing."

She traced a finger over my chest.

"Do you want to go again?"

"I don't know if I'm ready yet.  In a few minutes maybe."

"Oh."

She turned her back to me and pulled my arm over top of her, and snuggled into the curve of my legs and torso.  From time to time she wiggled her butt against my dick, or pulled my hand to her breast, and before long I was hard again, and we went again, and I came early again.  She said she was really close, and I finished her with my mouth.  

"Hey, you're not bad."

"W-Uh, thanks.  You're fantastic."

"That's sweet."

I supposed at least we'd last for a little while.  

We dated for a couple more months, I never managing to get her to cum without external aid, she never seeming to mind and often complementing me after I brought her to orgasm.  I got her a dildo for Valentine's Day, and I looked down and blushed deep red as she opened it and laughed and threw her arms around me.  

"Let's try it out tonight!"  Her smile evil and her eyes flashing.  

I tried to return the smile.

She lay on my bed, hair fanning beneath her, beautiful-- an echo of the way she lay the first time we had sex.  

"Uh, do you want to try it before... or uh, after..?

"I love it when you fuck me baby.  Hurry up and put on a condom."

"Ok..."

I slid into her and she gave me a little squeeze, which shot pleasure through me like lightning.  I looked at her.

"What?"  She smiled at me.

"Nothing."  I grinned a bit.

I didn't last long, but she was panting and arching her back when I came.

"Come on, get the dildo baby.  That felt amazing."

I grabbed it off the bedside table and tapped it against her pussy.

"Don't tease me!  I'm serious.  Put it in!"

I complied and started to fuck her slowly.  She gave a long, desperate moan, and I picked up speed.  Soon I was pounding her with it, faster than I had ever gone with my dick, and she was screaming

"Oh God!  Yes!  Keep going baby!"  

It devolved into a throaty exclamation that carried through as her legs shook, and her back arched, and she scrabbled for purchase on the headboard.  I kept fucking her and it seemed like ages before she relaxed and pushed my hand away.  Her juices dripped down to the dildo's base as I set it back upright.  

"Ooh.  Mmmmm.  That felt so good, baby.  Thank you."  She panted out.

I was happy that she liked my present, and I wondered if this is how she would have been cumming every night if not for my issues.  My excitement faded a bit, and I took her in my arms, feeling her breathing slow back down.