It’s barely morning here, and I am sipping an energy drink while enjoying a nice and chill stroking session.
Last two days have been crazy for me, with my partner challenging me to refrain from cumming for an entire weekend… while she teased me to idiocy.
As soon as we woke up on Saturday morning, she lay on my stomach and began kissing my face and neck, all the while caressing my entire body, carefully avoiding my raging morning wood.
In a matter of instants, I found myself groaning softly as my cock twitched and throbbed, the pressure in my bladder becoming close to unbearable.
Then, she did something that is threatening to make me explode even now.
She smiled at me, gently placing her hand on my naked groin, so that my glans was grazing the inside of her palm.
When her lips locked with mine, and her tongue began swirling in my mouth, I simply lost control.
My heart was pounding like a tribal drum, sending the blood beating into my cock.
I couldn’t breathe, choked by my own arousal, unable to keep my moans from escaping my throat, and incapable of keeping my hands off her body.
The feeling of her nipples under my fingers was overwhelming, and I found myself harden and swell even further, desperate to fuck her tantalizing fingers to oblivion.
Then, before I could get a taste of much-needed friction on my cock, she rolled off the bed, winked at me, and walked out of the room, leaving me gasping for air and clawing at the sheets in frustration.
I was going to burst.
Fat drops of precum kept dribbling down my shaft, and my balls were so plump and tense I could have nutted then and there, were it not for my smartphone telling its ringtone at me.
A panicking client.
My favorite.
Turns out this lady couldn’t open her email and needed me to sejd her some files asap.
I reached for my laptop and got to work, trying to keep my breathing at bay.
It was no easy task, given how the blood rushing in my ears made it difficult to hear her voice, and my member’s constant throbbing and leaking didn’t help matters any.
In spite of all that, I managed to fetch her documents and send my client on her merry way.
This whole incident got me to calm down enough to realize I really needed to pee.
I threw some clothes on and waddled to the bathroom, only to find out our flatmate had already occupied it.
As you can imagine, breakfast was fun.
I walked in the kitchen and sat down to drink my coffee, in spite of my bladder begging me not to.
My gf was sitting right across the table, and ofc she couldn’t just let me be.
Without doing as much as making eye contact, she placed her foot between my thighs and began rubbing.
Rub.
Rub.
*Rub*.
I gasped in my mug, unable to do anything but swell.
“*Oh god… please babe no, don’t do this to me. I’m about to explode, and I need to take a piss, and what if Derek walks in and sees us? I don’t want to catch him masturbating outside our door again tonight,*” I thought.
“Hng… ah,” I said.
I felt myself sinking in my chair, helplessly exposing my ballooning crotch to the oh-so-gentle touch of Iris’ skin.
“Oh no, Krow, now it’s not the time to relax. Now it’s time for breakfast. And you still gotta finish your coffee. Come on, chop chop!”
I was like hypnotized. I nodded and brought my might to my lips. Then, I tilted my head back and started chugging.
As soon as the sweet liquid began trickling down my throat, the intensity of Iris’s movements increased, more, and more, until I was shaking, my yelps and groans muffled by my mug.
Hot.
It was so damn hot I simply had to give in and accept the stimulation, passively letting my body bask in extreme arousal.
I’d just started to feel my pleasure mounting when the sound of our bathroom door opening made my heart skip a couple beats.
Immediately, Iris lit up a cigarette and crossed her legs while I scrambled to hide my erection into my waistband and up my shirt.
A few seconds passed, with me giving my everything not to either piss or jizz in my pants.
Then, Derek appeared.
“Yo, someone needs the bathroom, be my guest. I’ll be in my room, if anyone needs me.”
I smiled and stroked my beard, waiting for him to clear out.
Then, I leaped out of my seat and in front of the toilet.
I was a mess.
My eyes were very red, just like the rest of my face, and precum had stained its way through my underwear and on my sweatpants.
Peeing was quite a chore, but when I did finally manage to release my bladder, I had to refrain from howling in relief, instead opting for a silent eye-roll.
I splashed my face and chest with some cold water, and tried to collect myself.
I was about to head out when my gf knocked at the door.
“Can I?”
“Sure, come in.”
As she approached me, I could see she was just as bothered as I was, if not more.
“Whew, big guy. Whew. Now scooch, I need to wash my face.”
I moved, hypnotized by her heaving, plumpy chest.
I watched her as she recomposed herself, unable to stop myself from softly hugging her from behind and caressing my way down her belly and between her labia, nearly fainting as my finger touched her overwhelming wetness.
My semi grew instantly as she moaned, digging her pelvis into my hand.
We kissed softly, whispering our arousal to each other, trembling as my thumb caressed her engorged clit, and she rolled her butt against my raging hard on. It was insane. I could feel her every spasm while her vagina tightened around my finger, and her hips moved in unison with my thrusts, and our sighs and gasps and moans intertwined. She was about to explode, legs shaking, fingers white and twitching clutching the sink’s frame.
My thumb moved quicker, and my balls throbbed faster as I anticipated her orgasm, knowing full well I was too far gone not to burst at the same time.
But I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to roll my hips harder, and harder, and harder still, until the pressure in my cock got released, drenching my boxers and pants alike with my massive load.
Needless to say, this is not how it ended.
“Oh Krow, no… not now, stop… stop. Oh Lord please stop.”
I had to fight with every fiber of my being to comply.
I held her tight, groaning and pants, hips shakily grinding to a halt as I pulled my finger out of her and my turgid, pulsating member away from her smooth, round ass.
“Fuuuuck,” she whined, airing my very thoughts and soothing her throbbing clit. “I’m sorry, Krow, but I really have to take this.”
In my release-obsessed state, I hadn’t even noticed her phone had started ringing.
I moaned in frustration, dragging my fingers down my face and worsening my state by taking a whiff of Iris’s juices.
“Don’t worry, babe.” I realized I was growling instead of actually speaking, and cleared my throat.
“Don’t worry, babe, it’s fine.”
Only, it wasn’t.
I needed sex, and I needed it bad.
But I had a promise to withhold along with my cum.
Plus, it wasn’t like work was leaving us much room for pleasure.
Iris had been called into a meeting by her boss, and I got caught into tackling a bigger project of mine, leading to a pretty hasty lunchtime and a quite uneventful afternoon.
Hours ticked away together with our keyboards, silence only interrupted by the occasional quick kiss or lightning-fast joke.
I must admit my productivity came to a halt those few times I felt my focus fade, replaced by an intense tingle in my balls.
In spite of it, I kept reading and writing and editing and outlining, allowing myself a little break here and there to squeeze my dick and soothing its throbs whenever the sudden pangs of horniness became too strong to ignore.
Then, evening came, and I couldn’t wait for Iris to finish working.
Too bad that when she did, her sexy, flirty morning mood had switched to stressed out anger.
I’d waited for that moment the entire day, so I was really bummed to see her so worked up about her dickhole boss.
So I did what any good boyfriend should: I baked muffins and rolled a couple joints, which in my book is the best cure for stress.
Morale was rising steadily as we toked the sunset away, and so was my high.
I’m normally the chillest of dudes when smoking, doing nothing but giggle, listen to Pink Floyd and eat.
This time, though, there was something, something in the way Iris looked that sent my pulse skyrocketing.
Maybe it was the spark in her eyes while she laughed at my jokes, or again the way her clothes hugged her body, gently revealing her luscious curves to my ravenous gaze.
Be it as it may, fact was I could sense my libido inflating, and *fast*.
By the time we’d finished smoking, my pants were awfully tight, though I was in no hurry to take them off.
In my stoned, overfed state, I was riding the wave of a relaxed if perpetual arousal, allowing my balls to keep on twitching and fattening up, and my member to grow and ache and throb at will.
It was just after I let out the tiniest of sighs that Iris finally realized how engorged I was.
Her face couldn’t hide her bewilderment as her hand slid inside my pants and grabbed my bulge, weighing it for a second.
“Christ, you’re blowing up.”
I didn’t need to look to know what she meant. I could just feel it, in the way my regular, calm breathing was allowing my blood to flow freely, making my cock fill and stretch and grow well past its usual size.
She squeezed me once more, now visibly interested in this discovery.
Next thing I knew, Jammin’ was echoing in my ears, and Iris was straddling me, grinding her pussy against my bulging cock.
Then, she pushed my chest, until I was lay down on the couch, taking in Iris’beauty as she rode my pelvis. I whined in pleasure as she led my hand down her shirt and on her erect nipples, and she began undressing, looking me straight in the eye.
At the sight of her naked, bushy pelvis I felt my cock tense, and an urgency swell in my hips.
But she didn’t let me touch her, preferring to keep me good and caged inside my sweatpants. What she did, instead, was climb next to my head and sit on my face, begging me to lick her.
I opened my mouth and immediately began lapping at her clit, savouring it’s every minute twitch and needy throb, filling my senses with the splendid scent of her lubricant.
Soon, her thrusts began getting more intense and urgent, and her moans more and more lustful.
Again, I felt my orgasm swell with hers, only to subside when she suddenly got up.
I groaned, and lay helpless as she sat on my stomach, her fluids trickling down my abdomen.
My heart skipped several beats while her fingers trailed down her bush and began massaging her clitoris, until, “Oh my gooood, I’m gonna cum!”
Her voice trailed off, replaced by a deep grunt. I could see it had taken all of her willpower to stop touching herself, but her effort would soon bear fruit.
Frantically, she clawed at my pants, dragging them around my ankles, and freeing my member.
I shivered while my cock steadily rose to attention, and couldn’t believe just how huge it had gotten.
I felt my heart beating in my glans, and my shaft was so turgid and bloated it couldn’t even manage to stand, instead passively collapsing against my thigh.
“I need you inside me.”
It was a hurried whisper that made my brain melt.
I could suddenly do nothing, nothing but yowl, my mind now wiped of all reason as my dick squirmed with pleasure deep inside the swollen embrace of Iris’ vagina.
Rationally, I thought I’d detonate in a matter of seconds.
Instead, I kept feeling the pressure in my balls, cock and lower abdomen rise and rise, and rise, as if weed had stripped my body of the capability of generating tension, and rise some more, until it reached what I was sure would be my climax.
Only, it wasn’t.
I sank my nails into my couch, completely overwhelmed by this expanding ecstasy, taking big gulps of air as my woman’s pussy tightened and spasmed, trapping my cock in a scalding squeeze.
I held her as her back arched, and her lips parted, panting harder and harder, lost in her own frenzy.
When orgasm hit her, she froze.
Then, a thick, warm, velvety stream of squirt began dripping all over my groin, making my balls squirm and grow with overabundant semen.
Yet, I did not come.
I took breath after deep breath, letting my consciousness drown in a swelling ocean of lust.
Irish pushed me out, squeezing three fat ropes of precum out of me in the process, and collapsed on my chest.
She was still breathing heavily, but wearing the smile of who’s just released all of their sexual needs, while I still choked and drowned in the throes of my denied, immense desire.
But I was to resist until Monday, so we decided to call it a day and let me unwind a bit.
We spent some time chatting and cuddling, with weed and good times slowly taking my attention away from my ever-present stiffie.
Iris went to bed a couple hours later, while I stayed up smoking and drinking beer to keep my relaxed libido from turning into that kind of frustration and sexual frenzy that prevents me from sleeping when I go without nutting for too long.
Well, I think I can wrap up the first part of my tale and take a breather, since I’ve been triggering myself quite a lot by writing this, and am now skimming the 8th edge of the morning.
Toodles, and stay tuned for more updates!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpep55/new_record_set_48_hrs_no_cumming_part_1_mf_edging
I hope to see Part 2. :) This was a really enjoyable read.