0 comments/ 20530 views/ 5 favorites Escalation By: BigMouse For H. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" She turned the words over in her mind. They were raw, direct. Not what she was used to where sexual matters were concerned. She read them again. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" They went to the heart of her sexuality. Opening it up the way she imagined her whole self would be opened up by this man. It had started innocently enough. Regular email contact, a supplier to her organisation. She couldn't put her finger on when the tone had changed exactly, but it had. A mildy jokey comment turning over a course of correspondance to the flirtatious, and then the risque. A rising tone of sexual banter that moved from the nudge nudge wink wink that she had always confidently dealt with, to a slightly edgier format, that seemed to speak directly to her inner self. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" They sat there on the screen. Glowing obscenely. Reflecting the warmth she felt inbetween her legs. Again. How did he know how to push these buttons,she wondered. The long dormant and barely explored depths of her sexuality. She was no shrinking violet. A university education had seen her fair share of encounters and relationships, through drunken fumbles, eager exploration through to slow comfortable mornings in sunlit bedrooms. But nothing like this. Words that spoke to a facet of herself she barely recognised. Her marriage had not been the definition of excitement, a comforting prescence that had enfolded her firstly, providing and nurturing, but never fulfilling. The sexual ecstasy fading from memory like a dream, losing the pleasure, becoming routine, and then a chore for both parties - the final death throes of habit. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" The emails in work hours by necessity had turned into emails to home, an exchange of telephone numbers, texts and instant messaging. She could no longer trust herself to respond appropriately during work hours and on the office computer, a fact pounced on and replayed to her. "I bet you're wet, aren't you. Sitting in the office thinking dirty thoughts about me and what I would do to you" She had been, and that had prompted her to take the mails to her private address, for fear of the IT team reading them. But that just meant that they changed to texts. The escalation had been swift. A request for a photo, and she had sent one from a recent holiday, smiling, posing on the beach. The response, in that cheeky manner had been the one she had expected - or was that hoped for? "No bikini shots?" There was one, nothing that was out of place in a holiday album, but she had wanted to hear him ask. Wanted to know that she could respond. Again, the response was predictable. "Fantastic. You have a gorgeous arse". She had felt.....contented? Pleased with his praise, like a small child or a puppy. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" She paused. Reading the words again. Her pussy moistening further. This was the latest step up in what seemed to be a sexual arms race. The bikini photo had not been enough, and she had acceded to his requests for a naked photo. Tasteful, she had thought to herself, her behind bare in subdued lighting, taken on a camera phone and utilising the full length mirror in her bedroom. Her bedroom she thought, just hers. No one elses now. It had been hers alone for some years now. Was that why she could not resist? Was there a need in her that she knew could not be fulfilled by her fingers alone - the need to be taken, to be filled, to be opened up and eaten like an over ripe fruit, bursting with juices. She had masturbated that night. Scenes in her head playing out. Faceless bodies thrusting into her. It wasn't just him...it was a procession of lovers, known and unknown, lining up to take her, to use her. And she had welcomed them. Open arms, open legs and open mouthed. She had never shirked from sex, welcomed it. But this was....different. A new boundary being opened up, to be explored. Ideas bursting in her mind like fireworks, sparking off each other. He seemed so expert. A turn of phrase and easy knowledge of sexual matters that spoke of an experience that outweighed her own. He had chuckled when she had shown lack of knowledge of a sexual term, bemoaning her innocence. That had led to a morning spent on her laptop...each word or phrase opening up a new layer of understanding, pieces falling into place like tetris blocks in her mind.....bondage, threesomes, swinging, double penetration...that had been the one that set her off, a frenzied session in which she had come multiple times, thrusting her dildo into her vagina remorselessly while watching the video images...the links he had sent. The dildo he had encouraged her to buy. "A girls got to have her toys" he had said. The embedded link, seemingly innocent, opening up a phallic display that she had never before envisaged. The order made, the package delivered, the unwrapping and discovery. He had questioned her keenly on her experience. What had she watched? What did she feel? What was it like when she had first played with herself? She had answered, tentatively at first, then emboldened by his encouragement, describing the feelings that had welled up as she had watched the films. How she had been turned on. "Shamefully wet" he called it. And she had agreed. She had had little exposure to porn, and she had not felt encouraged to explore it previously. But now...now....she had opened the links up reluctantly at first, expecting sullen plasticly enthusiastic girls going through the motions. But he had sent her what he called amateur clips. Real people, who got off on exposing their sex. The films had been completely different to her expectation. Sure, there were some where the definition of amateur was probably being stretched, but there were more than enough where it was clearly not a professional shoot. And she had watched. Watched as girls lovingly fellated.....no that was a word she would have used "before", now it was "sucked". Sucked and fucked. With smiles on their faces and come on their bodies. Taking delight in painting themselves with it. A Jackson Pollock explosion of fluid over their breasts...no....tits....tits with nipples that stood out in arousal. That were squeezed and sucked. That were pushed into mouths and rubbed on cocks. Cocks. That word. Before it had been a penis. An accurate desciption for the male organ. Never directly referred to. Maybe a whispered "Put it in me", but never a direct connection between the word and the organ. Now it was cock. She rolled it in her mind. Cock. Like she could roll it on her tongue. Cock. A fast word. A powerful word. Jutting. A penis was something a doctor looked at. A cock was pushed into places. Wanted and unwanted....at first...battering its way into depths that had previously been unexplored by tentative or docile lovers. Now she felt an ache...a need to be filled, a gap to be plugged, an opening between her legs that directed her selfishly to deliver against its demands in her head. "I bet you've got a gorgeous cunt" And here she was. Her laptop in front of her. The chat window open. The scrolling words that had moved smoothly through the pedestrian to the extreme. The way she had let it, allowing herself to be be carried along. Wanting it. "Go on, turn on your camera" She paused again. Looking back over the words, and forward in her mind. A step that she had not before taken. But if she was unwilling, why was she here, now? The lace underwear she was wearing was not her usual attire. A weekday evening would be slouchies. A comfortable tee shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Not the boudoir look she was sporting now. The knickers both flimsy and constricting, cupping her sex closely. The bra holding her breasts...her tits she reminded herself...inside, the nipples puckered against the fabric, eager to be let loose. Her wrap was loose. A short, silk number, echoing a japanese kimono. Not a comforting, blanket like, dressing gown. She breathed, deeply. The air drawn down into her lungs, pushing her chest out further. She hit the keyboard. The chat window changed, a double video image in view. She was looking at herself, and him, on the screen. "There you are, good girl" She smiled. Again the encouragement. The leading on. The positive reward. "Are you ready?" She nodded, her double on her laptop screen echoing her movement. "Why dont you show me whats underneath that?" She frowned, wanting to make it harder for him. Not too easy. She wasn't like that. Was she? "Go on, just a little look" She sighed theatrically, shrugging the wrap down from first one shoulder, then the other, but holding it up over her chest. "Come on", he urged, "Let the dog see the rabbit" That tone. That language. Slightly common. Direct. Knowing. She sighed again, but in her head she was already making the movement. The wrap fell, her bra revealed. "Theres my girl. Gorgeous. I love that colour on you." She blushed, a pinkish bloom spreading over her cheeks and her chest. "Can you stand up for me? I want to see that fabulous arse." Pushing her chair back, standing, the wrap falling as she went, she twirled, presenting herself, careful to keep the camera angle on her behind. "Lovely. You are fantastic, you know that?" She smiled for him. Puppy smile she thought. Good dog. "Now, show me those tits of yours." She leaned forward, proud of her cleavage. She had never before thought them remarkable, but now, here, they felt like they gave her power, parity in an exchange. He leaned back, sinking deeper in his chair. "Do you mind if I...." He left the words unspoken, his eyes drifting downwards. She shook her head. This was what she had been waiting for. When the half formed images in her head became reality. He unzipped himself, slowly....cockily...she thought, with a half smile. He wore no underwear, and his cock was already erect. "Look what you do to me" She smiled again. Proud of her achievement. His hand fell naturally to his cock, gripping the base. He waggled it at her, and she stifled a laugh. Not the time to lose the moment. It glistened with moisture at the tip, and unconsciously she licked her lips. Images back in her mind from the videos, sucking, licking, tasting...the delicate string of precum that linked a tongue to a cock. "Like what you see then", he chuckled, believing the power to be on his side. She nodded, letting him enjoy his moment. "How about letting me see a bit more? Let me see your nipples". She frowned. Inwardly, she was surging past this, eager to reach the point she needed. But she stayed true to her role, projecting a facade of reluctance as she slipped the bra straps down, the front fastening opening with a quick movement, the garment disposed of at her feet. And there they were, her tits...her...tits....open to his gaze. Her nipples tightened again, sending delicious sparks down to her crotch. She brought her hands up, encircling, molding, rolling the nubs between her fingers. She cupped both breasts in her palms, feeling the weight, subconciously comparing, letting them settle back to their natural position. She looked at his chat window, could see his hand moving smoothly, naturally from base to tip. The motion brought a further gush of juice between her legs. She could hear his breathing, just, getting faster, heavier, replicated on her side of the computer wall that divided them. "Keep going" Her hands travelled across her torso, pausing here and there, roaming backwards and forwards across a terrain well known to them, but always downwards. She paused, her fingers in the waistband of her lace knickers, she affected a lip bite, copying a pose from a video link. "Keep....going" His hand was moving faster now, the cock on her screen seeming to have grown further...swelling....she imagined the thickness and how it would feel inside her. Throbbing. Pulsing. The pulsing of his cock echoed in the thrusts inside her. Now she was moving faster, she needed this. The knickers, carefully chosen, were forgotten as she sat back in her chair. Unbidden, she sat back, and opened her legs wide, her action mirrored by the widening of his eyes, the momentary surpise as she revealed herself to him. "Thats it you dirty girl, show me, show me your gorgeous cunt" As if she needed the encouragement. Both hands now, one pulling herself back, opening up, her clit standing proud, the other dipping down, testing the area around her opening. Momentarily the phrase ran through her head...."Shamefully wet"....no shame here, now. She was wanton, exhibiting, showing her all and revelling in it. One hand moved out of sight of the camera, to the dildo placed there beforehand. Of course she had known this would be the end product. The teasing reluctance an artful deception to deliver her here, now. She gripped it, positioned it and in one motion thrust it deep into herself, her breath seemingly forced out as the cock was forced in. There was no daintiness about this, she was fixated on her screen, her thrusts matching and exceeding his strokes. His words a soundtrack to the filmclip she was making in her head. "Thats it, you're such a dirty girl. Such a dirty slut. I knew you were. Fuck, look at you taking that cock. Keep fucking yourself. Keep fucking that cock in your cunt. I bet you'd like my cock in you now. I bet you'd suck my cock like a dirty bitch while ramming that cock in your cunt." She was lost, nodding, mewling affirmation as his words hit the triggers in her head. Dirty Girl. Bad Girl. Cocksucker. Fucker. Fuck. Cunt. "Oh I'm going to come over you. All over your pretty face and tits. You want that don't you? You want my come all over you? You want to feel come splashing over your face and in your mouth?" Yes. The words were unnecessary. The need was written large in her face, the open mouth, tongue rippling wildly across teeth. The building up of her climax. The shortening of her breath as she worked the plastic cock ever faster. "Thats it...thats it......come for me...come for me as I come for you...on you......" The words were a trigger, the mental image pushing her over the edge and into glorious, electric release as she shuddered in climax....her pussy...her cunt gushing juices that coated her fingers and hands, soaking the chair fabric beneath her. She slowed her motions....almost as if coming awake, her legs trembling with aftershocks. "Oh you beauty, look what you made me do" She looked through half closed eyes, seeing his come sliding down his cock, like the slown down eruption of a volcano....slipping down across his knuckles to pool at the base. She smiled, the circle complete. Escalation Katie pressed the bottom of her beer bottle to her eyes. The cold glass felt so good on her puffy eyes. Inhaling deeply, she raised the glass to her lips and took a deep pull. She spilled some beer on herself as she was jostled by her friends as they erupted in animated laughter. She smiled in spite of it, and tuned in to their lively conversation. The discussion du jour was how someone like Perez Hilton ever came to the conclusion that he was in any position to criticize people for a living. Lots of material there, and Katie giggled a few times over their wit combined with such an easy target. She felt happy to be out drinking with friends. There was something safe and unchanging about the ritual to go out and drink with friends that eased her current state of mind, which was: "Fucking men!" Katie raised an eyebrow as she realized that she meant it both ways. It had been too long since she had been fucked, and the reason was because, Fuck men, Damnit! She was tired of the feeling of being wrung through an old fashioned washer, as some sadistic bastard cranked the drum and she was squeezed through, sobbing and desperate. Yet, she still wanted to fuck. Her pussy throbbed when her thoughts paused on the subject of good cock. Her crystal blue eyes appraised her friends gathered around the table. Perhaps she could target a friend, knowing she wouldn't get hurt. Friends wouldn't turn you inside out. Friends wouldn't steal your soul. A friendly neighborhood fuck bunny. Her eyes paused on Paul. Paul. Tall, sweet. self- effacing. Pretty hazel eyes. Nice smile. Way too shy. She needed someone more brazen. Her eyes settle on the loud one next to Paul. Dan. Swarthy, rowdy, dark, good looking. Not very tall. Too much to prove all the time. She needed someone more confident. She rubbed a kink in her neck absently and moved on to Wesley. Fair, dashing, sophisticated, beautiful. She closed her eyes, imagining fucking Wesley. Wesley. Too refined, too cold. She needed someone with more passion. Her eyes flicked right and lingered on Josh. She could imagine fucking Josh, but Josh had a girlfriend- and she was one of her closest friends. Who happened to be lovely and glowing and laughing right next to him. She smiled slightly at the ease of their relationship. Josh was leaned back on the lounge couch, grinning, chipping in every now and then, and Heather, who was leaned close to him, was much more animated in the conversation, yet they both look completely connected to each other. Josh absently traced the length of her spine with his fingertips as she leaned half way across his lap and conversed animatedly. Josh had a black celtic tattoo on his arm that peeked out from under his t-shirt and it rippled across his bicep muscle as his hand traveled up and down her back. Katie shifted in her chair slightly as she realized she has become aroused by watching them, and was chewing off the inky dark polish on her fingernails as her chin rested in her hand. She extracted her finger and drained her beer. "Anyone want another- I am going up for one." She held up her empty beer bottle and nodded as three waved their empties in the air. She made her way through the crowd and stood in line to order drinks. She stretched her back and pressed her shoulder blades toward one another. She felt like her entire body needed to uncoil. A familiar cloudy anger descended on her as she thought about needing to uncoil. She knew who could unfurl her, and it just so happened to be that she hated him. He could make her uncoil like a cobra. The unfortunate part is that he would also pin that cobra down and leave once the belly was exposed in complete vulnerability. Not someone to try to get involved with. She tried in the past to be that cool chick that showed up just to fuck him - because his cock was truly magnificent - and then leave immediately after because the rest of him can fucking suck one. She just couldn't pull it off. She ended up melting into a freaking puddle next to him as she became lulled by his warmth, enticed by his intimacy, drawn in by his danger. She kept telling herself, "Get the fuck up Katie! You came, you conquered, now get up and leave!" But his seductive liquid brown eyes were gazing into her, hypnotizing her. His strong hand was tracing the outline of her face, his thumb passing over the curve of her cheek and the sweep of her eyelash and then down to the soft pout of her pink lip. She even opened her mouth for his thumb, curling her tongue under it, drawing it further in and watching as his eyes darkened in desire. As ever, she responded to him quickly, and his warm, wet mouth replaced his thumb and they were doing it again. She barely had time to catch her breath, resting her cheek on his broad chest, hearing his heart beat slow and regulate before he was rising to shower, to dismiss her ............ again. She actually growled out loud in feral frustration as he beat her to the punch. She thrashed around in his sheets in a tantrum and then shoved them all to the floor to get up and dressed. Impulsively, she shoved a vase off the bureau as she turned to leave. It hit the ground with a satisfying crash. Good, because, she really did hate him that night. Katie snapped back to the present as the bartender leaned forward, hands flat on the bar. "Hey, pretty girl -- what you do want to drink?" Katie flushed, apologized, and ordered the round of beers. Ooh, now she was all riled up and flooded with heat, thinking of that night, thinking of HIM. It was so interchangeable, her lust and her anger. The tension in her had escalated and that need to uncoil throbbed in her marrow. Several men made passes at her while she waited for the round. Not only was she stunning, with peaches and cream skin, long chestnut hair, and startling blue eyes, but she was certain the thoughts in her head were coursing through her bloodstream and emitting through her pores like hissing steam. They could sense a weak one in the herd. She paid and took the drinks gratefully. She wound her way back through the crowd to their area. She felt a shadow flutter through her, and feeling vaguely uncomfortable, she glanced around the club, trying to see what might be causing the unsettling feeling. Her stomach lurched suddenly as she saw him, way across the club. His smile could probably be seen from outer space it was so freaking brilliant. Holding a beer casually in his hand, he was leaning in to listen to a girl with long tawny hair. She pressed toward him to continue to speak flirtatiously, and she clasped his broad bicep in her acrylic nailed fingers as he leaned back slightly to say something, nodding and smiling to her. Katie felt a burning anger shoot through her body at the fake nails dug into his arm. His eyes belied his lack of interest as they skimmed over the top of her head and around the room. Suddenly, his eyes locked to Katie's. She sucked in her breath audibly and closed her eyes, a fraction longer than she should, and then smiled brightly as she set down the beers she brought over. "I just got all head- achy standing in line...I don't know what it is, but I am going to take off.. you know, ibuprofen, bed..." She smiled at the good natured protests her friends groaned out. "I know, I know, I suck. I will make it up to you guys, I promise." Katie headed out the door, pulling her jacket on as she grappled with the front doors. She knew she looked a fool, but she had to get out of there, right now. She reached her car, fumbling with the keys, heart careening in her chest. She stiffened as she smelled him behind her suddenly - like sex and rain. Her entire body shuddered in arousal at that smell. She felt his hand close gently over her own, guiding the key to the lock, and inserting it slowly and smoothly. This time, it was her pussy that spasmed at the suggestive key in the lock. Katie nodded a dim Thank you, cheeks burning, and leaned her head against the car window. "Katie..." He turned her to face him. His hands encircled her arms as he gazed down into her face. He kissed her softly, full firm lips pressed to hers, his warm and talented tongue flickering across her own. His hands lifted and squeeze her arms, and one hand slid into her jacket to cup a full breast that ached in the palm of his hand. He exhaled a soft groan into her mouth, feeling her breast harden and swell for him. She turned her face away. "Please don't do this..." He turned her face back to him, closing his mouth over hers to kiss her again. She could feel every molecule in her body strain for him. He drew her closer, cradling her against his broad chest, hands sliding down her back to cup her round derriere. He pulled her away from the car door and opened it behind her. She stood still, heart thudding in her ribcage. "No. I am not doing this with you, not now, not anymore... not ever." He kissed her again, passionate and hot, and she melted into his kryptonite kiss. He pushed into her, moving them both into the car and slid her across the bench seat, laying his weight on top of her. He felt so good, pressing into her, touching her, kissing her, owning her. She was engulfed with desire and was quickly passing the point of no return. He kissed her more urgently now, as if he could sense her reluctance ready to burst, like a dizzy 16 year old's cherry. His hand worked its way in between them to her skirt, pulling the material up until he was free to nudge his hand in between her legs. He pushed her panties aside and was met with her slippery wet heat. He sighed humidly in pleasure, mouth open against hers. She could feel his hard cock bulge and twitch against her thigh in eager response to her wetness. She kissed him urgently, fumbling her hand to his jeans, freeing his cock from its restraints, and it sprung forward, thwacking her leg with its heavy weight. "Fuck me" she sighed into his mouth. He drew back and looked into her lust filled eyes. Her blue eyes were wide and dilated and her heavy lashes swept down over her cheek. He tugged her panties down over her hips and thighs. She moved to accommodate him, pulling a pinned leg up at the knee to allow more room. He sat back, his thick and hard cock thrust enormously straight up. He stroked his hand across the length of it thoughtfully, gazing down at Katie who was glistening, open, waiting, wanting. He sat back and in one smooth motion, had Katie flipped over onto his lap. He squarely slapped her bare ass three times, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Katie yelped in surprise and pain and struggled to escape his lap. The slaps were loud and solid, and her eyes stung with thick tears. He cupped her ass and rubbed the roundness of her cheek, holding the fiery pain in his hand, and soothing the welt that was emerging into the palm of his hand. He leaned down and pressed his cheek to hers as she squirmed violently under him again. He rubbed her ass cheek, grasping it firmly in his hand and pulling the flesh away, exposing her pink, wet pussy. His finger slid along her wet folds. She gasped and squirmed again. He turned his strong jaw to her ear. "Katie...." He barely rubbed his finger up and down her outer folds. "Last time we saw each other, you did something that made me very angry." Katie again thrashed in his lap and he pressed his other hand firmly into her back, pinning her still. He slapped her ass again, in the same place, across the angry red welt. She cried out and buried her face in her arm, hiding the tear streaks across her cheek. "You broke my vase -- it was an heirloom........ did you know that?" He rubbed the globe of her behind firmly. He pressed his weight down, heavy across her and murmured against her shiny dark hair. "It wouldn't be right if I let you get away unpunished, pretty Katie...." He ran his thumb along the length of the angry welt. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut, caught between remorse for breaking something special like a childish brat and anger at his unhurried arrogance and control. His thumb followed the length of the welt, tracing the line back in between her legs. He sunk his thumb in between her folds, pressing, until he slid inside her. He dragged his thumb up and out and his index finger sunk slowly inside her. He wriggled it gently inside, massaging her silky walls. She arched her back involuntarily as he pushed two fingers in and out of her. He thrust his fingers slowly; sliding them all the way out to trace and outline her lips and finger paint her own liquid across her smooth inner thighs. Her anger ebbed as electric waves of pleasure circuited through her body, sending mini shock waves to her erect nipples that are rubbing into the rough fabric of the car seat. She was left only with naked, blind, consuming desire. Katie mewed like a kitten, bucking back into his hand, desperate for more. "What's wrong, Katie..." He teased, "Do you want this?" He plunged deeper with his index and middle finger, and brushed her clit with his thumb. Katie moaned and mewled, only briefly gritting her teeth at his arrogance, and at his knowing exactly what he did to her. She thrashed under him in sudden defiance. He pressed his hand on her back down firmly, reminding her she is pinned. He circled her pleasure button with his thumb, gliding across the top, and firmly circling around it. She felt everything inside her tense and tighten, so saturated and wet and ready to cascade down in complete surrender to him. And then he stopped abruptly. Her anger erupted where her desire hovered on the edge and met like a wave crashing into newly erupted lava. The hot hiss of steam engulfed both wave and lava, both she and he, and Katie managed to squirm her way upright and lashed a full forced slap across his face, spots of flushed red desire and anger standing out brightly on her cheeks. Her nose stung with the threat of unshed tears. He was caught off guard at the sudden stinging slap across his face and he let her go in surprise. She lunged for the door handle, but he deftly caught her, and turned her toward him, grasping her thighs and pulling her brutally hard toward him, a thigh on either side of his undone pants and still enormously erect cock. He clasped her wrists over her head with one hand and pushed her sweater up over her breasts, gazing in heated desire at the skin he uncovered and rubbed the swell of her breasts. She bucked and thrashed, but he only paused to take his time controlling the situation, and owning her. He rasped his thumb over her sensitive nipple and her body spasmed in response. She continued to thrash, but she was now thrashing into his hands as they caressed the roundness and rubbed her raw and aching nipples. He pressed against her slowly, releasing her hands and positioned the head of his swollen cock at her entrance, pinning her by the shoulders. He sank into her slowly and she could feel every centimeter of his throbbing erection as it parted her soft folds. She panted at the fullness, at the insatiable longing to feel him open her further. He thrust back and forth, his thick cock expanding in her tight pussy, forcing her to take him in further with each mighty thrust. The force of his pounding finally sank him to the hilt and she squeezed her eyes tight against the contrasting pleasure and pain from her body. Forward and back, he pumped in and out of her. His shadowed eyes fixed on her soft and beautiful face. The raw sexuality hissed between them like steam, running in sheets of condensation and sweat over the windows and their skin. Humid, steamy and thrusting, the car rocked with the wild abandon of their mutual need. It wasn't long before they arrived at the edge of overwhelming pleasure, the precipice wild and high, the drop cruelly pleasurable. He came first, clutching her tight, and groaning into her mouth. She climaxed milliseconds after, his release plunging him so wild and so deep that she convulsed in spasms of pleasure at whatever secret place his cock had imbedded into. Her orgasm shot through her, beginning at her core and base of her spine and shooting out lightning bolts of pleasure to all her extremities. She had never felt so completed, so rightly at one with the universe as in that solitary second, every time, right before he climaxed. The seconds before his cock begins to wilt and draw away from the depths of her. She wished that she could press pause there. She could allow the feeling of being complete to spread through her entire being slowly, relishing the deliciousness of him needing her, of him occupying every part of her. She sighed as her thoughs shifted back to the present, where it no longer was that coveted second. She stroked the back of his neck as he lay still, catching his breath. She could feel his cock shrinking, and him getting ready to withdraw. A deep ache passed through her, a familiar mourning for the loss. She filled in the empty space with the moments prior, with the intense exaltation of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, believing that someday, that feeling she craved will come at a much lower cost. There was never only one place to find what we were looking for. Escalation and Consummation I would like to thank the Author who insisted I write this story down, the Author who insisted it was better than theirs (I don't think so) and techsan for his fine editing and support. This is a three part story about a wife teasing her husband. If that doesn't interest you read no further. It was consummated with a major orgasm for Stacy with children in the house. While this might sound mundane, Stacy's way of keeping quiet is not. Since this is a good story I wrote it down but I'm a story teller, not a writer (yet). Ch. 1 The Romance Story Stacy called me into the bathroom. She handed me her open romance novel "Dark Challenge" by Christine Feehan. "Read this to the bookmark." I looked and it was about eight pages. "This is a little long. Is it a good stroke story?" "It is pretty good." I leaned up against the sink, took my cock out and started to stroke it as I read. Stacy took my cock from me and started to suck on it. The language I was reading was flowery and metaphoric. When I realized what I was reading and what they were doing my eyes literally bugged out. The look on Stacy's face was priceless. She was pleased with my reaction. Stacy returned to sucking my cock as I continued reading. Awhile later she asked me to read it out loud. She wanted to know where I was in the story. When I got to the bookmark she quit sucking and took the book from my hand. "Hey, I'm not finished." "I haven't read that part yet." "But he hasn't even pulled out of her yet." "I'm going to read it." As it turned out they weren't done and neither were we. Oh, we were done for the moment but Stacy's tease had started a game of Escalation. The rules were simple, no cumming until Consummation. That was okay with me because my turn was next. Ch. 2 Stacy's Shave As I was walking through the living room I noticed Stacy was dozing on the couch. It's now or never, crossed my mind. It only took a few moments to make my preparations, most of it waiting for the water to get hot. When I returned to the living room, Stacy was still dozing on the couch. When I pulled on her hands to get her up she opened her eyes and said "I'm trying to get a few winks before I do my housework." "I know, I came running to the bathroom when you called. If you don't come now you won't have any time for me later." "What do you have in mind?" "Your barber is waiting for you." Stacy arose from the couch with a gleam in her eye and followed me hand-in-hand up the stairs. Everything was waiting when we walked into the bedroom. Stacy sat on the towel laid out on the bed. She laid down and spread her legs as I picked up the hair clippers. Two minutes later her pubic bush was trimmed as short as the clippers could except for a two inch heart pointing at her clit. Her hair was the length where it quits itching when growing back from bald. Now comes the fun part. I squirted a small amount of shaving cream onto my hand and lathered her luscious lips. My finger circled the ridge of Stacy's labia majora, outlining it in the shaving cream. Then I wiped the excess cream off with a hand towel. Stacy's pussy was ready to shave now. I gently shaved from the top of her labia towards her slit. I rinsed the razor in the decorative wash basin we got for our wedding. Now it's much more than just a decoration. Stacy started to squirm a little when I spread her lips to continue shaving down to her labia minora. She squirmed more than a little when I wiped the excess cream from her slit with my finger. I'm not sure if her pussy really needed another application of cream for an even closer shave or if Stacy needed it. (new para) When I was done shaving again I spread the cream from her slit around her clit. Stacy was now squirming and moaning. My finger continued circling her clit as I dipped a corner of the hand towel into the wash basin. Stacy's pussy glistened when I wiped it clean. There it was, bald everywhere my cock or tongue would touch. It was GI short everywhere else except the heart above the clit. I couldn't resist giving it a lick. There is nothing like a tongue to get any stray hairs. The damn things are just so hard to get out of your mouth though. I tried to spit and wipe the hairs from my mouth after licking every square centimeter of Stacy's pussy. Stacy was squirming pretty good by then and I fingered her clit as I went to kiss her. As our lips touched I could feel a hair I missed. After removing it we kissed passionately while I continued rubbing her clit. Stacy reached out and started stroking my cock. Once I was hard to the point of aching, I moved down between her legs once more. My tongue circled her clit teasing yet avoiding contact. Stacy was moving her hips, trying to force me to hit her clit but to no avail. The object was to tease, not satisfy. When neither of us could hold out any longer, I attacked her clit and sent her squealing. I moved between her legs and slid the head of my cock through her slit and across her clit. As I increased the speed of my cock through her slit I rapidly flicked the base of her clit at the top of her clitoral hood. Without warning I plunged my cock deep into her pussy. Stacy arched her back to meet my thrust and screamed. I must have been doing something right because Stacy usually has better control when the children are in the house. Speaking of control, I was not applying any as my objective was to get to the brink of orgasm myself. Remember the object is to tease, not to please. When it felt like the brink was close, I slowed down my thrusts regaining control. When the time was right I rapidly pulled out and barely drifted over the edge. It was not really an orgasm but more like a dribble. The cum was deposited directly onto Stacy's clit and spread around with the head of my cock. I teased her clit that was now lubed with cum with my forefinger. This was a real exercise in control, cum but don't really cum, make Stacy cum but don't let Stacy cum. Once the cum was rubbed into Stacy's clit and pussy I went down on her again and licked for all I was worth. The feel of cum on her pussy followed by my tongue was more than she could take. Before she could get over the edge I stopped and gave her a long passionate kiss. If I taste cum Stacy tastes cum and vise versa. When the passion died down, I said "Paybacks are not a bitch, they're fun." "Yes, they are. I'm looking forward to tonight." "Me, too," and with that we got dressed and went downstairs. Ch. 3 The Consummation Cell phones can be a curse or a blessing. They ring at the most inopportune times, like when you're in the bathroom. I could tell by the ringtone that Stacy was calling me. Considering the day's events I quickly answered. "Hello." "I need a stiff loving cock." "I'll be there in a moment. Where are you?" "I'm in bed. Where are you?" "I'm in the bathroom." "You had better hurry." "I'm on my way. Goodbye." I finished my business and hurried up the stairs. Stacy, lying on the bed, was a sight to behold. She was dressed in her new outfit. "Well, baby, here is a loving cock. Two out of three ain't bad." "Nope, not good enough." I said, "The good thing is that the stiff part is the easiest to fix," as I moved between her legs on the bed. Stacy spread her legs exposing her pussy and, with knees bent, cupped my cock between the arches of her feet. She started to slowly stroke my cock with her feet and said "It is not so easy." I replied, "Oh, baby. You are so talented," as I rubbed her pubic mound with the heel of a palm. Stacy's pussy was already wet when I slipped my index finger into it. When I pushed upward with the heel of my palm I maintained tension on her slit with downward pressure of my finger. Stacy was moaning as I went round and round with my palm and finger maintaining the tension on her slit. My cock was getting very hard as she stroked it between her feet. "See, that wasn't so hard. Now you have your stiff loving cock." "And you have a wet pussy. What are you going to do about it?" "I'm going to lick it, of course." I sure hated to bend down to lick her pussy because it would be the end of my foot job but the rewards would come soon enough and I do mean cum. As I pushed Stacy's panties aside I noticed a VS logo. "VS, what the hell does VS stand for?" I wondered. I asked Stacy "What does VS stand for?" "Silly, It stands for Victoria's Secret." Silly indeed, but I couldn't think of Victoria's Secret for the life of me. With that question answered I continued on my mission and bent over to lick Stacy's freshly shaved pussy. My tongue slid from just above her asshole, through her baby smooth hairless slit to her clit in a slow circular motion. Stacy's moaning and squirming were good feedback but it made tracking my target more challenging. All upward motion quit once I reached Stacy's clit and my tongue continued circling it. I restrained one of Stacy's legs with my shoulder and the other leg with my hand to keep her legs spread apart. Stacy's legs squeezed hard when I shoved two fingers into her wet pussy. With my tongue still circling her clit I massaged her G-spot with my split fingers. I looked into Stacy's eyes as my pinky finger traced her asshole. Her look of pleasure and her arm in her mouth told me to stay the course and pick up the pace. She was so close and I didn't want her to lose that feeling with a change. I picked up the pace on Stacy's G-spot and clit. She tried to roll side to side but I held her firmly. Stacy's muffled screams through her arm and her spasming pussy told me she was there, the big O. There would be a price to pay and it would be Stacy's arm. She had never cum this hard so quickly before. It must have been the all day foreplay. The children were in the house and Stacy would never let them hear her. In order to save Stacy's arm I decided to end her misery. I mounted her in a single thrust and pounded away without control. My only thought was to quickly blow a nut in this luscious pussy and take her over the brink with me. Hopefully her arm could survive another orgasm. Stacy said "faster, faster" as her hips rose to meet mine. That was all of the encouragement I needed and within a minute I was saying, "I'm going to cum." Stacy screamed, "Now!" and I buried my cock deep into her depositing my load in the rear of her vaginal canal. Stacy began to shake and quiver as we collapsed onto the bed. Her contractions continued to milk the last few drops from my cock. It was another orgasm for Stacy but not the arm biting one I had hoped for. Still it was a very satisfying session. As we lay there on the bed I examined Stacy's arm. There were some deep vicious bite marks but no broken skin. I said, "I've seen worse." "But not better." "It's been a long time since I won a game of 'Make you scream with children in the house.' I think you enjoy loosing." "Indeed." We crawled under the covers arm-in-arm for a little afterglow. I was hoping to not fall asleep as I had some unfinished business downstairs. I love interruptions like this. The End