But Tony hung his head in shame!

Premature ejaculation had always been Tony's problem – combined with the fact that he always shot so much jism out on his first effort that it took hours before his balls could fill up with another load. Tony never had much trouble scoring with a woman – not the first time. But his conquests seldom came back for more, finding it too frustrating. Even when he managed to sink his cock into a girl, he usually creamed on the first couple of strokes and was finished.

He twisted around and slumped back on the couch, embarrassed and contrite.

"Oh, no!" Karen wailed.

Tony's cock was shrinking!

His massive prick stood upright for a moment, tantalizingly long and stiff, the purple knob looming up as high as his breast bone. But then the huge rod trembled and started to dip down. His cockhead shrank and the stalk slowly bent from a rod into a bow. His big balls had deflated into wrinkled, hairy, drained bags. His cock sank lower, gave one hopeful twitch, and then began to draw back into his groin.

Even soft and drained, his cock was an impressive sight, and Karen gazed at him wistfully, feeling so frustrated she was ready to burst into tears.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Karen was not about to give up without a fight. She slid down from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her dark head leaned over his loins and her long black hair swept in an inky curtain over his shrunken cock and depleted balls. Her tongue shot out and she began to lap at his cockhead. He groaned. Her tongue slid all over the soft, rubbery slab. She whimpered and moaned. She licked up and down his limp cockshaft and she tongued his balls, willing them to recharge themselves. Her head bobbed up and down as she lapped along the underside of his veined stalk and, reaching the top, she slurped his cockhead into her lips and began to nurse on it with all her skill.