Too good to be True: The Climax
Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 2:20 am
The week leading up to New Years eve was nothing short of hell on earth for him. Instead of her usual ignoring him completely, she instead teased him every chance she got. From morning to night, even if it was only for a minute or two she would rub his cock. The clothes she wore, her make-up and her mannerisms, even over dinner she would stare at him with a hunger in her eyes, were all geared to drive him insane with lust.
Every night she would tease his cock before mounting him. As always she would painstakingly fill herself with him and tease him some more with her pussy before finishing herself off and going to sleep. He on the other hand was not so lucky. Sleep for him was not coming as easily, to put it mildly. It would take forever to fall asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on and a puddle of pre-cum. There was even one night he even had a dream she was giving him a blow job right up to the point he was getting to the edge she stopped; looked up at him and said "Not yet honey!" He awoke with a start and went downstairs, blaming no one but himself. He had never been this horny in his life, so desperate for relief. He thought of the irony of faking a dream about teasing & denial and then actually having one.
He avoided contact with her whenever he could, but now she was pursuing him, taunting him. He prayed for New Years. He also hoped she would let him cum also.
New Years Eve, finally. With the kids in bed and the minutes ticking away she pawed at him mercilessly, but she told him to wait. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. They kissed and toasted the New Year. He rose and asked her if she was going to bed. She told him to get himself ready and she'll be up shortly. He went upstairs as told and went to bed. His cock needed little coaxing to stay erect. However, he waited and waited and waited. It took a while, but he grew tired of waited and dejection set in. He slowly drifted off to sleep with the conviction he was going to jack off in the morning right there in bed next to her.
He hazily was awakened to his rigid dick nuzzled between her legs and her hand pressing it into her pussy. "Do I have your attention?" she purred. "Yes." was all he could muster and it was more of a hiss than a response. She teased him to no end before mounting him as she had numerous times before.
"Do you want this?"
"Oh, please!!"
"How bad?"
"Oh, baby. I've never wanted you more."
"That's your penis talking to me. What happens when you cum?"
"I promise. I'll be good."
"We'll see." Without warning she impaled herself on him fully. "You better be sure I cum first!" she moaned as she worked him in and out. He struggled from reaching the edge three times as she enjoyed herself at his expense. Mercifully, she lathered herself up to a massive orgasm and collapsed on top of him. Then after resting for a few minutes she rolled over, pulling him with her so his dick was still in her.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, please!!" almost pleadingly.
"OK." With that he began to pump into her and was stopped almost immediately. "SLOW DOWN!!" He began again, and was stopped again. "SLOWER!!!" Again he was stopped. She did this until he was barely moving. He was almost in tears at the agonizingly slow pace she held him to.
"Please, oh God, please. It's too slow." he whimpered. She asked if he wanted to stop. He replied no as he kept the snails pace of thrusting. It seemed like eternity, but in no time his body began to convulse in a massive, paralyzing orgasm. He thanked her profusely as she pushed him of of her. She got up to clean up and he, without realizing it, had drifted off to sleep.
The next morning over breakfast she asked if he enjoyed his fantasy. "Absolutely, but I never anticipated you going for that long. It was grueling, but so very erotic."
"Good." she replied. "I'm glad you liked it, because the next time for you is Valentines Day."
Every night she would tease his cock before mounting him. As always she would painstakingly fill herself with him and tease him some more with her pussy before finishing herself off and going to sleep. He on the other hand was not so lucky. Sleep for him was not coming as easily, to put it mildly. It would take forever to fall asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard on and a puddle of pre-cum. There was even one night he even had a dream she was giving him a blow job right up to the point he was getting to the edge she stopped; looked up at him and said "Not yet honey!" He awoke with a start and went downstairs, blaming no one but himself. He had never been this horny in his life, so desperate for relief. He thought of the irony of faking a dream about teasing & denial and then actually having one.
He avoided contact with her whenever he could, but now she was pursuing him, taunting him. He prayed for New Years. He also hoped she would let him cum also.
New Years Eve, finally. With the kids in bed and the minutes ticking away she pawed at him mercilessly, but she told him to wait. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. They kissed and toasted the New Year. He rose and asked her if she was going to bed. She told him to get himself ready and she'll be up shortly. He went upstairs as told and went to bed. His cock needed little coaxing to stay erect. However, he waited and waited and waited. It took a while, but he grew tired of waited and dejection set in. He slowly drifted off to sleep with the conviction he was going to jack off in the morning right there in bed next to her.
He hazily was awakened to his rigid dick nuzzled between her legs and her hand pressing it into her pussy. "Do I have your attention?" she purred. "Yes." was all he could muster and it was more of a hiss than a response. She teased him to no end before mounting him as she had numerous times before.
"Do you want this?"
"Oh, please!!"
"How bad?"
"Oh, baby. I've never wanted you more."
"That's your penis talking to me. What happens when you cum?"
"I promise. I'll be good."
"We'll see." Without warning she impaled herself on him fully. "You better be sure I cum first!" she moaned as she worked him in and out. He struggled from reaching the edge three times as she enjoyed herself at his expense. Mercifully, she lathered herself up to a massive orgasm and collapsed on top of him. Then after resting for a few minutes she rolled over, pulling him with her so his dick was still in her.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, please!!" almost pleadingly.
"OK." With that he began to pump into her and was stopped almost immediately. "SLOW DOWN!!" He began again, and was stopped again. "SLOWER!!!" Again he was stopped. She did this until he was barely moving. He was almost in tears at the agonizingly slow pace she held him to.
"Please, oh God, please. It's too slow." he whimpered. She asked if he wanted to stop. He replied no as he kept the snails pace of thrusting. It seemed like eternity, but in no time his body began to convulse in a massive, paralyzing orgasm. He thanked her profusely as she pushed him of of her. She got up to clean up and he, without realizing it, had drifted off to sleep.
The next morning over breakfast she asked if he enjoyed his fantasy. "Absolutely, but I never anticipated you going for that long. It was grueling, but so very erotic."
"Good." she replied. "I'm glad you liked it, because the next time for you is Valentines Day."