The Prejac King

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One night Hanna came storming out to the kitchen to where Tom was playing on the computer.  “I promised Gina I’d feed the little bitch.”

He knew at once who Hanna was talking about.  In their house, Ellie’s known as ‘the little bitch’, and Gina is her mother.

“I made her a beef casserole, but I’m sure as hell not going over there to give it to her.  Here.  Go make sure the bitch is fed.  Heaven knows she could use some meat on her bones.”

“Where are Gina and Fred?” Tom asks casually.

“They went to some function in the city for Fred’s job.  They’re getting a hotel for the night,” Hanna said, screwing her nose.

“Why can’t Ellie make her own meal?  “She is nineteen.  She could just order a pizza or something.”

“How do I know?  Gina wanted me to do it for some reason,” Hanna yells.

“OK, OK…”

“How they can trust that girl alone in their house, I’ll never know.  She’ll probably trash the place.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Tom said softly.  “Give me the food, and I’ll drop it over to her.”

*****

Tom dutifully takes the casserole next door.  He rings the doorbell and waits.  Thirty seconds.  Sixty seconds.  ‘Is anyone home,’ he wonders?  The man turns to leave before the door suddenly opens behind him.  Tom has a speech all prepared.

“Hey, Ellie, I…” he begins, but as he turns, he sees a buff, shirtless black man.

The guy could be a linebacker in a football team.

“Can I help you, dawg?” he asks.

“I, uh, um..” Tom’s tongue seems suddenly tied into knots.

This black guy is big and intimidating.  Tom wonders what he’s doing here, and where’s Ellie?  His mind races.  ‘He’s here to have sex with her.  That much is obvious,’ Tom thought..  ‘Damn, look at the size of this guy.’  Tom glances at the man’s loins, and his eyes widen.  ‘Fuck, he’s hung like a horse too.’  Ellie appears behind the black stud before Tom can compose himself.

“Oh, Mr. Dangerfield.  You brought supper.  How cute.”

The sexy brunette’s wearing a short pink robe that keeps her considerable charms out of sight but does nothing to hide the black seamed stockings or the spiked-heel shoes she’s wearing.  Ellie’s wearing makeup and her dark red lips (her trademark) set his heart to racing.  ‘Ellie’s dressed for sex,’ Tom thought.

“Here, Pete put this in the fridge.  I’ll see mister Dangerfield out.”

The brawny black guy Pete takes the casserole from Tom.  “Thanks, dawg,” he said in a deep masculine voice.  “We need to keep up our energy.”

“Ah, sure, no problem,” Tom said weakly as the stranger disappears with the casserole.

Tom’s soon staring at Ellie’s calves because they shine under the black nylon stockings.  They seem so firm and smooth.  His mind races, and he wonders what she looks like in the sexy outfit under the terry cloth robe.  Even though she’s wearing a robe, Tom can make out Ellie’s enticing shape—her tiny waist and round hips.  The man is soon getting hard as he pictures her in lacy black lingerie to match the stockings.  For once, he’s happy to have such a small dick.  ‘Maybe she won’t notice my little erection,’ Tom thought with a blush.

“You’re so sweet, Mr. Dangerfield,” Ellie said softly in her pretty feminine voice.  “Thank Mrs. Dangerfield for the casserole.  She didn’t have to.  My mom is such a worrywart.  I was just gonna get something delivered anyway.”

“Well, looks like I’m the delivery guy,” Tom said lamely.

She leans forward and kisses his cheek.  He knows her dark red lipstick has left an imprint and his skin seems to tingle where her lips touched him.

“Mister Dangerfield, you’re not gonna tell anyone about Pete coming over tonight, are you?” Her eyes are mesmerizing as she gazes at his reddening face.  “You know how the gossips in the neighborhood can be.”

“No, ma’am, your secret is safe with me,” Tom said.  “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.  Not even my wife.”

She giggles.  It was strange and awkward that Tom had called her ‘ma’am.’  Tom’s old enough to be her father, but he’s so flustered by the whole situation he feels out of his element.  His palms are sweating, and his tiny boner is leaking pre-cum.  Ellie glances down and notices the front of his sweatpants.  A small wet spot is plain to see, and his dick is making a little tent in the front, his small hard penis quickly spotted, even its shape.

“Oh, Mr. Dangerfield,” she said, “You are just the cutest thing.”

Suddenly, Tom lets out a slight groan, and the wet spot on the front of his sweatpants becomes noticeably more prominent.  The man just ejaculated in his pants.  Ellie watches this with an amused smile and then laughs softly.  She pushes his shoulder gently, guiding him out of the threshold to the front steps of her parent’s house.

She smiled and said, “Did I do that?  Are you a Prejac, Mr. Dangerfield?  Don’t worry, your secret is safe if mine is?”

The teen closes the door, and Tom stands there catching his breath.  ‘I just came in my pants in front of her,’ he thought, horrified.  Tom stares down at the now sizeable wet spot on his sweatpants, and his tiny dick is still hard and making his pants tent.  Tom never orgasmed when he prematurely ejaculated.  It’s an involuntary action, really, stimulated by being so close to the woman he wants most in this world.

He goes home with his hands clasped over the hard-on in his sweatpants.  Tom rushes past his wife (ignoring her questions) into the safety of the upstairs bathroom, where he locks the door.  Fumbling, he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers before quickly stroking himself to a weak orgasm within thirty seconds.  His cheek still tingles where Ellie kissed it.  All Tom can think of is her small body taking that massive black cock.  He’s soon jerking off again to that fantasy.

Eventually, the man’s dick softens, and he jumps into the shower.  What happened out there is causing him acute anxiety now.  ‘I just got a boner and came in my pants in front of Ellie,’ Tom keeps repeating in his mind.  ‘I’m so screwed.’

That night in bed, Tom reaches for his wife.  He spent the evening thinking about his encounter with Ellie and imagining her with the shirtless stud, Pete.  Tom’s still horny, so he snakes his arm around his wife’s body and feels for her heavy fat breast.  Hanna’s only half awake, and Tom feels her stir as his fingers probe for her nipple over the cotton nightshirt.  His wife’s large soft breasts are different than the firm ones of his teenage temptress, but Tom imagines that the large nipple is Ellie’s.

“What are you doing?” Hanna barks groggily.  “Tom, stop it and go to sleep.”

Hanna removes his hand from her chest and sighs.  Soon she’s softly snoring, and Tom creeps into the bathroom to relieve his aching hard-on again.

*****

The following day is his usual Sunday sleep-in.  Hanna gets up early, but Tom doesn’t really care what his wife is doing today.  They don’t hang out anymore as a couple.  Tom and Hanna live mostly separate lives.  He might as well be a housemate rather than a husband these days.  He gets up at ten and is sitting drinking coffee, reading the Sunday papers when the doorbell rings.

Tom opens the door in nothing but some clean sweatpants and a t-shirt (no underpants).  It’s Ellie clutching the empty casserole dish he delivered the previous night.  She’s wearing a t-shirt, tight denim shorts, and flip-flops.  Ellie’s washed off last night’s makeup, and her lips were thinner and paler without the heavy red lipstick.  She’s still gorgeous.  It takes him a moment to catch his breath, long enough for the atmosphere to become awkward.

She chuckles.  “Good morning, Mr. Dangerfield.  Did you sleep well?

Tom blushes and doesn’t say anything.

“Here is your casserole dish back.  Pete enjoyed it a lot.  I didn’t eat any.  I’m a vegan these days.”  She turns a quarter-turn.  Her ass was perfection in the tight shorts.  Tom still hasn’t said a word.  She moves past him into the house.  “Where’s the old crone this morning?” she asks sweetly.

“Old crone?” Tom finally said.

“Yeah, your fat ugly wife.”

“Ah, I dunno,” he mumbles.

“Oh,” Ellie said with a smirk.

She seems disinterested in his reply.  Ellie strolls around the living room absentmindedly, picking up knick-knacks and examining them.

“I wanted to go to the mall today, but my parents didn’t leave me any shopping money.”  She picks up a statuette and turns it over to look at the stamp on the bottom.  “My mom is such a bitch sometimes.”  Ellie gazes over to where Tom’s standing.  He hasn’t moved at all since she entered the house.  “Can I call you Tom, Mr. Dangerfield?”

His mouth is dry, and he’s shaking slightly.  “Uh, sure, Ellie,” he said.

“Well, Tom,” she begins with a smirk firmly planted on her face.  “Do you think you could give him some money?  I’d really appreciate it.”

She struts toward him with her shoulders drawn back a little displaying her pert breasts, and Tom can sense her smile as his eyes drop to her chest.  She was braless, and the forty-year-old man can make out the shape of her nipples under the t-shirt.  He’s like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Ellie, I, uh, I don’t have any money.  Hanna took all our cash with her.”

Her smile fades, and her eyes grow suddenly cold and hard.  Ellie squirms and fidgets as she thinks about what to do next.  ‘God, she’s so cute and sexy,’ Tom thought, feeling his boner grow and starting to tent his sweatpants again.

“Do you think you can run to the bank machine for me?” Ellie asks.

Tom’s still unabashedly staring at her body.  His eyes move between her breasts, the strip of skin showing at her midriff and the form-fitting denim shorts.

“Well, um…” he begins, but Ellie is now staring at his tented sweatpants and smirking again.

“Oh, I know,” she said.  “You can just loan me your credit card.  That’s a good idea, huh?  I can bring it over later.  I know you’d like me to visit you later.”

His mouth is dry.  Tom can feel his dick leaking pre-cum as he stares at this gorgeous young temptress.  ‘Fuck,’ he thought, ‘I’m not gonna have a repeat of last night.  I can’t embarrass myself again like that.  Not in front of Ellie.’

Ellie leans forward and licks her lips, still staring at his tiny boner tenting his sweatpants.  The wet spot growing before her eyes.  “I can see someone down there is happy to lend me his credit card.  Hmmmm?” she said hotly.

Then it happened.  Tom grabs a nearby chair and grunts loudly.  He can feel his semen shooting out of his dick.  With no underpants on, the wet spot becomes huge as his body convulses.  Ellie laughs loudly, watching the man premature ejaculate again in front of her.

“You really do have a hair-trigger on that thing,” she said, making him blush.  “Your poor old crone of a wife has probably never ever had good sex with you.  Has she?”  For some reason, Tom shakes his head to confirm her statement, and Ellie laughs again.  “So, I’m gonna need that credit card, Tom.  Be a good little boy and go get it for me.”

She moves closer to him.  Close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath and smell her perfume.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy my purchases too,” Ellie teases.  “I’ll buy a new bikini just for you.  You can look at me from your bathroom window when I sunbathe in it and know that I bought it for you.  Doesn’t that excite you?  When you stare at the thin material covering my tight pussy, you’ll know I’m wearing it just for you.”

Tom doesn’t know why he has lost so much control, but suddenly, his dick is ejaculating again.  “Argh,” he groans as his body convulses and the wet spot on his sweatpants grows again.

Tom’s simultaneously horrified and excited.  He’s lost the mental battle with his dick.  She swivels her body and lightly brushes against the tent in his pants with her hip.  Ellie laughs.

“Come on, Tom.  That’s two cums I’ve given you.  It’s time you gave me something too?” Ellie teases.  “Just give me your credit card.  It would make me so happy.”

Tom nods, and she smiles wickedly.  She backs up a step and peers at him with a frown.  The man snaps out of his daze and knows she’s waiting for him to get his wallet.  He turns and goes up the stairs to his bedroom.  His rock-hard dick still poking out in front of him.  The gross wetness inside his pants is uncomfortable and cooling.  When he comes back downstairs with the credit card, his dick was still rock hard.  She’s standing where he left her.  Tom hands over the card.

“Oh, thank you, Tom,” Ellie said in a girly voice.

She leans forward and kisses him on the lips.  Her tongue brushes his upper lip, and she bites him gently as she pulls away.  Tom nearly ejaculates again but holds it back this time.  He sighs involuntarily and closes his eyes, savoring the taste of the kiss.  It happens again.

Ugh,” Tom grunts as he climaxes for the third time.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ellie said, shaking her head.  “You should see a doctor, dude.  That’s not natural.”

I’m so sorry,” Tom said, feeling his pants fill with another load of jizz.

Ellie comes over and grabs the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them out to gaze inside.  She sees his thin four-inch boner sticking out with sperm still dribbling out of it.

“God, it’s so small,” she said, screwing up her nose.  “But he’s like the little energizer bunny, eh?  Just keeps-on-going.”

Please, Ellie…

She watches his small spasming dick for a moment, then the girl lets go of his pants.   “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Tom.  Don’t you think so?”  She smiles knowingly.  The teen’s aware of the powerful effect she has on him.  “Tom, I’ll be sunbathing later, when I get back from shopping.  You can come over to get your card, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” is all he can say.

*****

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