She marched confidently over to the small group of boys by the camp site showers, and after a quick glance behind her to check if the coast was clear, unzipped the front of her baggy hooded top.
I had shot her a shy smile of encouragement from my shady vantage point inside my tent, but she had barely met my eyes as she looked around, searching instead for any signs of her father. His checked shirt or his signature hat. The tall, lanky figure descending the steps of his caravan, looking for one of us, or the dog, or a beer he had misplaced.
Satisfied the coast was clear, she slipped the hoodie off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground in a manner she clearly intended to be seductive. It was a great show, I had to admit, but that hoodie was never going to be the star. After all, it was difficult to take your eyes off the tiny, bottle green crop top she had on underneath.
Faded and slightly ragged at the hem from years of use as a sleeping top, it was way too small, so that even with her slight frame and modest curves she still filled it out. I knew exactly how it looked, the light material stretched taught over her perky little breasts, the undersides flashing teasingly as they bobbed inside the fabric.
I could just imagine the thoughts flashing through those boys’ minds as she approached them, smiling, with the sun behind her making them squint and labour to drink it all in.
My heart beat faster and I balled her bra up in my hands as I watched. The bra that she had wriggled out of like a butterfly escaping a cocoon, pressing it into my hands with a wink before she set off. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the boys seemed very happy to see her, laughing with her as she touched their arms flirtatiously as she spoke.
One placed his arm around her shoulder, pressing the tight red bob against her head, and while she spun lightly out of the contact she joined him in laughing – exaggeratedly doubling over slightly. I knew he’d look down her top then and see where the sandy skin became pale and freckled, then where her chest swelled and formed a tight little cleavage, then the pale secret skin of her breasts, then the rosy pink of her puffy little nipples.
She gathered her top to her chest with her arm and glanced up at him, but only after two or three painful seconds, then let it drop again.
My heart thudded like a hammer and I felt the blood rush through my ears, but my hand drifted beneath the rough tartan blanket over my lap, and I began to tug fitfully on my limp cock. What a slut. What a fucking slut. It was over almost as quickly as it began, and after a painful slap on that tall, dark haired boy’s back she spun on her heels and set off back in my direction.
It was as bad as I’d feared and worse: Her chest jiggled in her top pornographically as she walked, and her nipples poked hard and prominent through the fabric so that her clothes looked sprayed on even from a distance of a hundred yards.
She strolled casually but purposefully towards me, stooping rapidly to pick up the hoodie off the floor and throwing it back over her shoulders, lifting the zip with a conspiratorial glance towards the caravan before loosening noticeably, her mission accomplished.
“Fucking smashed it, one nil to me”. She beamed with pride as she pushed her way through the tiny tent flap and crashed down onto the sleeping bag behind me, nearly knocking me off the tiny camping chair I had perched on. She made to snatch the blanket away from me, but I doubled over, pressing it against my lap.
“Hey, no – stop” I whined, and she looked at me quizzically.
“You’re not wanking under there are you?” she asked, incredulously. “I’ve got to sleep in that”.
“Tell me how it was! What happened?” I pressed her, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach as I did so. I didn’t want to know how it was for those guys to drink in the sight of her delicious tits, but my cock demanded it of me.
“Oh, you know” she started vaguely “It was ok, just did it and got out of there really. They’re a good laugh actually, I think they’re staying at the bottom by the stag party”.
I must have looked disappointed, because she embellished a little.
“Oh… well, you know – they got a good look. I felt like a bit of a slut, I don’t think this is meant for day wear.” She indicated the top under her hoodie. “I don’t know, it just felt a little tame to be honest. Sorry.”
I felt another cold punch to the gut as she spoke. That was kinda the best idea I’d had, and it wasn’t enough. Once again the hurt must have been written all over my expression. She looked sympathetic, which wasn’t exactly what I had been going for with this.
“Hey, babe” she started, softly. “The dares were supposed to be fun, I know this isn’t exactly your thing. Don’t worry about it.”
She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, then rolled onto her knees and crawled awkwardly towards the tent flap, her red hair falling in a curtain over her face. Once she reached my side she raised herself up and threw her arms around my neck in a big, patronising hug.
Internally I shrivelled completely. I had messed it up, my big chance to be… I don’t know. Hot? Sexy? Just like those guys had chatted and flirted so easily with her out there. That’s what I wanted to be.
I felt the point of her nose bury itself behind my ear as she hugged tighter, the warmth of her breath tickling and tingling my skin and the material of her hoodie ruffling my hair. Her lips brushed the sensitive skin of my ear and her breathing slowed.
There was the hard, shocking hint of a tooth against my ear lobe. Her breath came again, but this time harder and more ragged. She shivered a little as she pressed her head against mine. She exhaled deeply and slowly. She pressed her lips to my ear again.
“I dare you… I double dare you.” She crooned “I double double dare you to finish in my mouth”.
She tailed off, and I could feel her mouth twist into a wicked smile against my face. Once again my heart thundered in my chest, and my vision went a little pink as she slithered down my shoulder, slouched up against my chair. I was lost of for words, and instead ran my fingers through her hair, parting her locks, the vivid red contrasting with the darker ginger of her roots.
She gripped the wrist of my hand and pushed downwards, forcing it to push her head down towards my crotch.
“Yeah, like this” she whispered breathlessly, pushing the blanket to the side and exposing my rock hard cock.
I glanced nervously around the camp ground, and while there were a few scattered people walking this way and that, there was nobody close. Besides, I barely noticed anymore. She ran her closed lips up and down the shaft a couple of times until I was raging hard, then planted a long, exaggerated lick from root to tip – lingering and luxuriating in the feeling of her soft tongue caressing the head of my cock.
A second later she began to lick, short insistent licks like a kitten against the sensitive tip. It was then that she met my eyes with hers, the hazel green standing out against the deep red fringe as she stared up at me mischievously. Her tongue lashed and licked my sensitive skin again and again, caressing my cock but never taking it inside her.
Suddenly my blood ran hot, and all at once I wasn’t grateful anymore that she was pleasuring my cock, I wanted more. I wanted to fuck that hot, warm, teasing little mouth like it was a wet little slit.
How dare she keep it from me. How dare that little whore deny me.
I pressed down harder on her head, and while she resisted a little it was a playful token resistance. Her eyes flashed that wicked smile again, and her lips parted, letting me invade her mouth. She hungrily swallowed it, and with the smallest and politest of gags took my whole length into her throat.
My cock was bathed in her delicious, velvet softness and her teasing tongue danced and played over my shaft. Her eyes glazed, meek and content now rather than dangerous and electric, never left mine as she settled into a bobbing rhythm, gently milking me closer and closer to climax.
That moment came quickly. Between her soft and insistent sucking, the sensation of her breasts pressed against my leg and her free hand playing between her thighs, I quickly filled her mouth with hot ropes. She let out another gentle gag as she milked my cock dry into her throat, then sat back, breathing heavily and brushing the stray strands of red hair from her face.
“Fuck” I gasped, expressively.
She smiled back with her eyes, but her mouth remained full and closed. She quickly got to her feet, and without a word struggled her way out of the tent. I followed as quickly as I could, struggling to pull my trousers up and to conceal the slowly deflating erection I still sported as she marched out of the tent and around the side of the caravan her dad had brought.
He had finally made an appearance, and sat under an awning beside the trailer sheltered from the intense sunlight reading a book by the camping stove. She flopped down in one of the triped deck chairs next to her father, while I stood nervously to one side, halfway between slinking back to my tent and pretending nothing was happening.
“Hey Jess love, are you ok? Been up to much?” He asked jovially, too wrapped up in his book to have noticed either of us.
She turned away from him to me and opened her mouth, which was still filled with my thick, white cum. Then turned back and smiled at her father.
“Oh, er – yeah we’re fine. We’ve just been hanging out on the field.” I gabbled quickly.
The man turned to his daughter and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing and looked back at me.
“Oh sorry we’re playing a game. She’s… she’s holding her breath. She’s holding her breath for as long as she can because we had a bet.”
She turned to me and made a face that indicated I was a complete moron, then struck with an idea, allowed a small dribble of cum to escape her lips and run down onto her chin. She wiped it off her face with her sleeve and turned back, as if nothing had happened, settling back into the deck chair and feigning sleep.
Panicked I walked as briskly as I could manage to the chair and leaned over, but whatever plan I had already formulated was blown apart as she sat up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling herself towards me and planting a fierce kiss on my mouth.
It was hot and salty, and I did everything I could not to gag there and then, but as she kissed me I felt her swallow my load. It washed over her tongue and down her throat, and she luxuriated in the sensation, locking her tongue with mine for a second.
Her dad snorted and looked away theatrically. “Jesus guys, get a room. Not in my caravan, you hear?” before laughing and slapping my back.
I was frozen in place, but she just smiled and laughed a little.
“Shut up dad, I’m good as gold” she grinned up at me.
“I think that’s two nil to me, right?”
**STICK AROUND FOR PART TWO IF YOU WANT SOME MORE**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w1e0of/the_escalation_game_part_1_mf_true_story
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Great story. Very unusual and well written. I love it.