The head of his cock leaped out of her mouth as it released from her lips. It sprang up and slapped against his belly. As it did it threw a spray of saliva up in the air and over her head.
He was too surprised to speak. She was too delighted. Her hand went up to her mouth as she stared at the pillar that his penis had become. She coughed a laugh and marvelled at what she had done.
He stood above her, his hard staff cleaving up between the tails of his shirt, "are you ok!?" He gasped pained and fearful of her answer, "have I hurt you?"
She grinned back, far too pleased with herself. "No! No, I'm fine. But I got you! All of you, right up to your belly!"
"How did you do that? I've been too big before?"
"Been practicing. Got some big bananas and had a go."
"Oh my god!" He stared at her, "And you knew what you were doing the whole time!?!"
"Well. I knew what I wanted, but the idea only formed when you came in. It's not finished yet either."
"Why! What are you going to do to me?"
She reached up to his penis and grasped it at its middle. Her hands were tiny in comparison with his and she could do it no harm, but she squeezed tight and watched the lights firing into his eyes.
"Now I am going to keep you hard for hours," she said in mock triumph. "Every moment it appears to flag, I will find a new and inventive way to light it up. I intend to torment you exquisitely throughout this day. You will be drunk with desire for me and I will not let you have your satisfaction till I am ready! Not until the day passes at the stroke of midnight!"
Her fist throttled at his member as she comically exclaimed her terms.
He was indeed hard as a rock and somewhat addled by the attention she had given him so far.
"I give in! Whatever you want! Let me go!" He responded laughing.
She broke from him in delight, "Yay me! I won! You're in trouble now buddy!" She wagged a finger at him and ran off. "Put your clothes back on! We have things to do!"
She led him by a silk thread for the rest of the day, like the unicorn held by a virgin's hair. Every moment she was focused on his arousal. Every act, whether it was a daily chore, an intimate secret or a public display was turned into a tormenting gift for him. She changed clothes in front of him, displaying her underwear, making him choose. She ran a fingertip over his fly when they went out in the car. They stopped at a library where she whispered in his ear. They circled each other in a park and she tormented him aloud, describing acts and inventions she would use upon him but never touching. When it seemed he had enough she took him in private, dropping the arms of her dress and pressing her breasts with care into his face. Anything and everything was used to keep him with her and at attention, where she needed him to be.
It was too much. In the end they lasted until their evening meal. She set it out on a small table next to the kitchen. Iron legs and a marble top with red gladioli in the middle, two woven wooden chairs. The lights were set low and candles had been lit around the room. The plates were dressed and set with razor clams and bread. She called him softly and stood to the rear of the chair nearest the middle of the room.
Simon remained away from her at the back of the sofa, facing the kitchen with an intent look as he became absorbed in the sight of her. She had her hair scraped back from her face and turned in a tight pleated bun at the back of her head. She wore a tailored and belted dress in speckled, grey wool with dark, blood red court shoes that matched her lips. The neck was square but her shoulders covered. The skirt was pencil tight, just covering the knee.
"Enough," he said.
She looked back at him without comment. They were both wound tight by this point. As he stood in the light of the candles, his eyes reflected light at her, making them sparkle and dance. She watched as his gaze bore through her. In the dark light, some sense of civilization seemed to have been stripped back from them, leaving a raw old desire and want. He would not hurt her she knew, but she had pushed him far. He seemed to grow bigger as he sucked in at some elemental energy that was filling him up.
She waited, then raised her chin, permission being given to act on the desires that she had made strain at his body so badly.
He shrugged at the dark blue jacket of his suit, dropping it to the floor. His white shirt he unbuttoned from the top to his waist, pulling the material out of his belt. He opened it up and hauled the sleeves off his arms. Without taking his eyes from hers he unbuckled his belt. Peeling the legs of his trousers over his thick thighs, he lifted his feet in turn scooping off socks and shoes. His white cotton pants he pulled to the floor.
Standing upright he reared his back, opened his arms wide and flexed his shoulders. The muscles in his chest rose up to his chin and his arms turned like animals in sacks. As he set his feet apart on the wooden floor they touched down with deep soft thuds. Tendons in his toes spread and moved under the skin. Hands opened and closed as his arms lowered to his sides.
Feeling a warmth in the lowest part of his pelvis, his buttocks pulled in hard on themselves, causing his phallus to rear up like a horse in some mythical sea. A monstrous vision by candlelight, it took on a personality of its own. Its neck flexed and waved from side to side as if smelling her out. Blind, its mouth gaped wide. Clear viscous liquid welled in its throat and flowed over its chin. A wet cobweb hung from the shaft of it's neck, thickening and gathering as it fell to the floor. She could hear it land on the wooden floor and again as more followed.
He moved now towards her. She flinched but held her nerve. His face came up close to hers, she could feel and taste his sweet breathing. The aroma of his skin teased at her nostrils, added and mingled to the scent of his seeping end.
She stared hard into his eyes now willing him on. Hands made of bone and knuckle rose up her body to the neck of her dress. Thick fingers and broad flat nails curled over the edge of the material, not touching her breasts but lifting it away from her skin. The knuckles tightened and whitened as their grip closed. She didn't move as his shoulders shifted. His arms turned to boulders the size of her head and his hands pulled apart her dress. The material broke not at any seam, but through the weave of the fibres themselves. Each thread burst in turn lending it's protests to the noise of it's tear. It parted down the centre of her chest, peeling unevenly to one side as it decended to her waist.
His hands let the fabric fall free then and his face glowered at what he had done. Not satisfied he prowled around her, cocked hard at her waist. Her heart beat fiercely and she felt he could hear it as he rounded her. But she held still, facing ahead as he moved past.
The dress was cut square at the back also, beneath the turned rope of her hair. He lifted his hands and released the twist of her plait from its coil at the back of her head. Dropping down her back it danced and flicked at the air. He proceeded to do the same to her back as he had to her front and opened it up to the air. Then he pulled apart each shoulder, rags falling to her waist. Underneath, her skin was like honeyed milk in the low light. A dark blue brassiere like a pencil drawing held her up like a delicate frame. It was thin, netted lace that made no disguise of what it held. The balcony front put her on view as an offering, letting her breasts be displayed in their natural globe. Holding them steady but for their quivering surface. Just below, feathered edges skimmed the top of nipples that were now long and hard. The dark material tented around them creating a space between fabric and skin, then smoothed it back into the weight of her breasts.
From behind, he took her hips in his hands and then let them move over her rear, pushing grimly into her flesh. Fingers closed once more around the broken material of the dress. He tore at it sharply, forcing the split to move fast down the back of her legs. The grey wool came away in his hands and he tossed it behind him.
She was left standing feet together in the middle of the room. Straight backed, chin high and stiff arms at her sides. Light flickered from the blood red shine of her shoes. It licked up the back of her heels then softened over powder skin and making its way up her calves and her thighs. It curled around her behind and became drifted silk on her belly. Her chest quivered and moved like milk in a pail. From behind he drew his head close to the side of her neck, breath whispering across an open collar bone. He was close now and she could feel the heat of his body behind her though he didn't touch. Her lips parted suddenly as she felt a wet drip on her calf. It was warm and moved slowly to her ankle as it cooled.
He moved away, circling around and drinking in every detail. Her knickers and the cups of her bra were transparent and he could see the dark hair of her crotch beneath. A gathered seam, down the middle of her rear split the cheeks of her behind. Tightening elastic round the tops of her legs let the fine silken mesh puff up off her skin, exaggerating the pout of her rump.
