Maggie's legs gracefully draped over my shoulders, her knees almost in contact with her own firm spectacularly nippled breasts. Her slim tanned body was highly flexed at the hips, her moist and beautiful flower open and eager for my advances. As my hands tucked under her shoulder blades to orchestrate the penetration, my role as impaler was clearly defined as our genitals met, my rigidity forcing its way tightly in, slippery but firm, and our eyes locked...

No, no!

Hold on a minute. That's not the way it was. Not quite. Oh, all the 'nipple', the 'impale', God, even the 'rigidity'. That's all spot on. But the thing is, well, it was our eyes. They didn't meet. Not close. She didn't even look at me, and that's the truth. Really.

Now I should have just ignored that and carried on, and thought no more of it, shouldn't I?. Oh, I continued alright. Got stuck right in and shagged her silly, made her come like an express train. Her nerves were popping like porridge bubbles in a hot saucepan, and she made a phenomenal noise with her head back, screaming like a bandsaw. I suppose she thought it was great. In fact, I'm sure she did.

The thing is, and you'd better keep this to yourself, I couldn't you-know-what. You do so. Come. Orgasm. Get-my-rocks-off. Nope. And that sure as hell hasn't happened to me before. Well, except for that time when I was seventeen. I'd spent the weekend at home with a glossy magazine, an overactive imagination, and my right hand, and I think I overdosed. Somewhere around Sunday afternoon, it all stopped working. Bloody thing was all rubbed raw, so I guess it served me right. But it was different this time. I hadn't been on the case for a month or so, at least not with another person, and it certainly hadn't been overworked.

Anyway, after Maggie finished screaming and digging her fingernails into my back, I gently removed it, and just sat there looking at the little traitor, and wondered what to do next. You gotta hand it to that girl, she knew what she was about. She promptly crawled down the bed, and took to it with her tongue. Hell of a talent she had. Her mouth was all over my guy, licking, kissing, sucking. Her tongue was almost prehensile. You know what that means, right? Anyway, though it felt great, and it never went soft, we just never got there. She kept at it for ages, but eventually she had to come up for air, and I was so embarrassed that I sent her home. She told me it didn't matter, that it happened to everyone sometime, and that we should try again another night. I told her I'd call her, but I knew I couldn't ever bring myself to.

So there I was. My slowly drooping member was all sticky from Maggies work, but somewhat uninterested in proceedings. I decided that I needed to get my mind off the problem for a while, and it was still fairly early, so I put my clothes on and went back down to a local bar, intending to drown my sorrows in a few large glasses, preferably alone. When I got there though, I met up with an old friend, by the name of Mary. The two of us had been lovers for a while, a couple of years ago. Well, not really lovers. Mary had a very attentive area between her legs, and that was the bit I loved. Crass I know, but there it is. Anyway, Mary and I had a few drinks, and then somehow I blurted out to her about how I had been unsuccessful in the act. I dragged out the whole sorry story about the failure of my old fellow. I didn't tell her about the eye contact thing though. I was still mulling that over.

Anyway, much to my surprise, Mary took the news as a challenge, and as is common with inebriated friends, we decided that we could solve the problems of the world on the night. Or if that didn't work out, at least we could get each other off, just like the old days. So I swallowed my last beer, and we caught the late train to her apartment, and stumbled around until she remembered she had put her key in her bra for safe-keeping. One of the neighbours poked his nose out to see what all the noise in the hallway was, and he got an eyeful of Mary's cute breasts as she not-so-delicately removed the key. I'd forgotten how Mary's exhibitionist tendencies were directly linked to her alcohol consumption, and the next thing I knew, she was wriggling out of her skirt, and showing off her barely clad body to the incredulous neighbour. We both watched silently for a while as the impromptu strip show continued. I put a stop to the proceedings when she turned around and bent over to give him a close-up view of her bum. Her panties had fallen to her knees by this time, and my equipment was reacting the way it normally does. I wanted to take advantage of both Mary and the situation before it was too late.

Dragging her inside, giggling and collapsing in my arms, I put her down on the bed, and returned to the hallway to collect her belongings. My erection was patently obvious through my trousers by now, so I was glad the neighbour had disappeared. I threw her stuff on the floor inside, locked the door, and headed back to the bedroom, only to find that Mary had fallen sound asleep, sexily sprawled on the sheet, her most private parts on display, but her interest in procreation having disappeared. I probably looked disgusted, but that's because I was. Looking at her a little longer, but knowing I couldn't make much use of her now, without being even more crass than usual, I wandered out to the lounge, and then remembered that Mary had a supply of sexy videos hidden in her room, so I returned and grabbed a couple of them, and went and sat in front of the television, and watched the first video.

The 'story' involved an unreasonably well endowed stud with the job of keeping a Sultan's harem happy while their beloved was away on business. A ridiculous premise, coupled with appalling acting, and dubious acrobatics. Nonetheless, I soon found the movie of great interest, and had my trousers unzipped in no time. Stroking myself with reckless abandon, I was right on the verge of spraying the floor in front of the sofa when I remembered about Maggie, and the eye contact thing. Suddenly the urge was gone, and I was heading for the droop again. Frantically (and uselessly) attempting to think about something else, I tried to concentrate on the pumping couple on the screen, and think about Mary's hallway gyrations, but I couldn't get away from the memory of Maggie with her eyes closed. Eventually, I gave up on it all again, turned off the TV, and lay down on the sofa to sleep. A long, long time later I succeeded.

And that was the way it went from then on. Mary found me on the sofa in the morning, and attempted to make up for the broken promise of the night before, but despite having her gorgeousness sitting on me, with my member as deep inside her as it can get, and her certifiable gyrations above me, she got there and I didn't. I was going well until she looked over at the TV, and then my sexual dynamo lost its charge. That night I met up with a nice girl who dragged me to her place, but with the same result. I must have been with twenty girls since then, and not a single one of them did me any good. I still seemed to be able to get it up alright, but that's all. I guess the girls have all been quite happy, but I was just a mess.

That was until I met Deanna. She was different. Oh so different. Everything about Deanna was sexy. Her name, body, voice, eyes, tears, tongue, everything. Even the way she walked.

She wasn't the sexual athlete that Maggie was, or the show-off that made Mary something worth having. She didn't have special breasts, or black magic between her legs. I suppose looking at it objectively that she wouldn't score nearly as highly as either of them on most people's list. But to me she was a jewel beyond price. As soon as I met her, I knew things would be different.

I took it slowly, not wanting to take any chances, and it was quite a while before we ended up in bed together. When we did, it was perfect.

We had been out for a quiet dinner in a nice restaurant, and as I walked her back to her apartment, we chatted about nothing and everything. As we reached her door, she stopped still for a moment, and then spoke more quietly than her normal chatter.

"Lane, I had been thinking about asking you inside for a coffee, but I think that would be misleading. I'd like to make love to you. Would you stay the night?"

I was a little flabbergasted, but managed to answer appropriately. "I'm very pleased you asked Deanna, and I'd love to stay, but are you sure that's what you want?"

"Oh, I'm sure. Here, unlock this door for me, quickly."

I let us both into the apartment., and as the door swung shut behind us, I carried Deanna through to the bedroom, which I could see from the doorway. I lay her gently down upon the bed, and slowly undressed her, stopping to kiss her numerous times. Soon her normally tidy clothes were a pile on the carpet, and my own were disappearing as fast I could manage between the kisses.

"Come here Lane. I want your body on mine. I want to feel all of you on all of me."

I had no objection to that at all, and gently lay myself down on top of her slim body, pressing her breasts back against her chest, and kissed her some more.

As the contact spurred us both on, I began exploring her body with my hands, and her mine.

As I took her breasts in my hands, she gasped briefly, her nipples standing out hard and urgent, and she manoeuvred herself beneath me in such a way that I could enter her without any hindrance. Then she took my penis in her slim fingers, and delicately guided it to herself, and then, with her hands behind my back, she pulled me in closer, and then deep inside her, sighing again as I entered her.

The feeling on my penis was unbelievable, tight and slippery, hot and wild. As I started to move above her, my gentle pushes were replied to by strong thrusts of her hips, and as the momentum built, a natural rhythm took over, and we pumped together seemingly without effort, the strokes becoming longer, and gradually faster as we raced uncontrollably toward release.

Just as I began to feel as though I could hold out no longer, I could sense the contractions start around my stiffness, and as Deanna began to moan beneath me, I took her face in my hands, and kissed her again. Her hands found their way to my mouth, and she ran them enquiringly over my strained face before moving them down between my legs, and feeling my member with the very tips of her fingers.

Thrusting vigorously towards me without conscious control now, she exploded around me, pulling me deep inside herself, where I lost all control myself, and pumped seemingly endless quantities of my seed deep and hard.

After we both calmed down a little, her fingers began their journey back to my face, and after inspecting it for a time, silent but investigative, they reported my profile back to her still excited mind, and she sighed yet again.

"What's wrong Deanna? Did I do something?"

"Well you did, yes, thank you very much, but not anything wrong. I was just wishing that I could see. I very seldom mind, but I would really like to be able to look at your face, maybe stare deep into your eyes."