Author's note:
First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story.
This is a continuation of a long story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order.
Lastly, if you haven't read the Author's note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so. That said, your votes and feedback are greatly encouraged and appreciated.
Peter
Now on to the story:
In the following weeks things evolved slowly. Mike and Peggy were getting together every weekend, and always she would tease him mercilessly and he would make her cum as much as she wanted. Sometimes they would get together during the week, but that always included serious cock teasing but never Mike cumming. Most weekends, usually not until Sunday, she'd get him off with a hand job. Occasionally she would find some excuse to make him wait until the following weekend so it would be two weeks worth of blue balls before he got any relief and there was the intermittent 'mistake' where she stopped stroking him just as he'd start to cum, leaving him extremely frustrated and unsatisfied. He was 'required' to keep from cumming during the week. She kept promising that there would be a blow job in the near future, but that never seemed to materialize. And, she would still be 'busy' at least one night per weekend every two or three weeks.
Mike was seriously starting to ask himself if this was really worth it, but for some reason he didn't really begin to understand, he just couldn't let go. It was as if the worse Peggy treated him, the more hooked he got.
As time went on the situation just got worse. Now nearly every weekend Peggy would be busy at least one night. Mike was getting to see her less and less often. As a result he had started spending more time with Mary. It had taken a while but Mary had gotten over being mad at him. They had established what was at first a shaky peace, but Mary had come to grips with 'just being friends' or so she had convinced Mike. Their platonic relationship was something Mike really enjoyed. It took his mind off Peggy when they couldn't be together. One of the ground rules had become that they never mentioned Peggy. They went to movies or out to eat and since Mary had dropped the slutty act, Mike found she was very intelligent and fun to be with and talk to. He was growing very fond of her, like a sister almost. She had even stopped dressing so provocatively when they were together and so she didn't exacerbate his nearly constant blue balls, but being so damn good looking and well built she sure didn't help them any either.
A typical week was going by in late spring and Mike called Peggy to arrange the coming weekend. She told him she had something going both nights, and she could tell that Mike was getting very angry.
"Mike, how about this? I should be done around midnight on Saturday and I could come over then. We'd spend the rest of the weekend together, okay?" She had never suggested anything quite this outrageous before, but she had a plan.
As angry as Mike was, he actually started to stand up for himself, something he rarely did with Peggy. This was just about enough for Mike. Not only was he on the verge of not seeing her the coming weekend, but the prior weekend had been one where Peggy managed to find a reason for not getting him off. It had been almost two weeks since his last orgasm and he was horny as Hell and sporting serious blue balls as usual.
"Look if you're too damn busy to spend any time with me in the evening, let's just forget the whole fucking thing! I've about had it with this shit anyway!" Mike was really getting worked up.
Peggy was surprised at his reaction since he was usually such a milquetoast. But she was ready.
"Mike, look, I'm sorry I've been so busy. I understand why you're so upset. You have every right to be. Look, I'll make it up to you if you let me come over after midnight on Saturday, and I promise I'll always keep one evening for us each weekend from now on."
Mike was still angry, but he was such a sucker for her promises of good things to come. He was not stupid (well, not IQ wise at least!) though and he wanted to have assurance of what 'make it up' meant this time.
"How are you going to make it up to me this time, huh?" he was still pretty angry as well.
"Mike, you know how I've been promising you a blow job for a long time now?"
"Yes," he said hesitantly, but his heart was starting to pound.
"Well, if you let me come over Saturday night, after
well after, I'll give you that blow job. I promise." Knowing what would hook Mike for sure, she went on before he could say anything. "And I won't make you wait until Sunday, I'll do it as soon as I get there. Mike,
when you cum in my mouth you'll be so glad you said 'yes'. The answer is yes, isn't it?" she said in her sweetest voice.
Mike had a raging hard on just listening to her. He hesitated before answering, but only because his heart was pounding so hard he could barely speak.
In a halting voice he said, "Well, okay. You PROMISE, right?"
"Yes sweetie, I promise. You won't be sorry!"
That ended the conversation and Mike could hardly sleep that night. It was Wednesday. Three days to go!
By Saturday night Mike was like a caged animal. He spent most of the evening pacing around, not able to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. He'd had a couple of beers but just a couple. First, he didn't want to end up drunk and second, Peggy frowned on him drinking very much.
It was almost midnight, the approximate time Peggy was due . . . 12:00 . . . 12:10 . . . 12:20. Still no sign of Peggy. At 12:30 Mike was getting frantic. Peggy was always late, but he wasn't thinking clearly at all. What if she didn't show! Finally at 12:35 she waltzed through the door as if she was right on time. Mike let out such a sigh of relief it would have been hysterically funny if anyone had noticed. Peggy certainly didn't, preoccupied as she was with her own thoughts.
She looked fabulous, dressed to kill, showing lots of cleavage and thigh; it was a much sexier outfit than she usually wore when she went out with Mike. And the look in her eyes had a wildness Mike had never seen in her before. She also looked flushed, with a rosy glow on her cheeks.
She didn't hesitate. She grabbed Mike by the hand and all but dragged him into his room, closing the door behind them. She spun and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deep and hard and long. To Mike's great surprise he could taste booze on her. Mike had never seen Peggy drink anything other than an occasional glass of wine, but she didn't seem drunk.