1 comments/ 9568 views/ 8 favorites The Ache By: ElleEss I wake up alone, before the dawn breaks. The bed feels empty and uninviting, as it has every morning and evening since Master left, six days ago. Even knowing that he returns tomorrow, I can't help but feel a little lost, as my efforts to keep busy and stay distracted have been unsuccessful. The ache is all-consuming. It gnaws, it gnashes, it demands attending to. I need to be filled. I need my Master. I decide to go for a walk. The air is brisk and the world hasn't woken up yet. I clutch my coat a little closer and kick a rock as I go, not sure where I'm headed. I feel my core pulsing, like a second heartbeat, seemingly loud enough to be signalling for Master. The wait of another day is too much. I find my way back home, kicking off my shoes and trying to bury the ache further down inside myself in the hopes that I might finally find some precious sleep. "Where have you been?" I spin around quickly, seeing Master freshly showered and in his robe, sitting on the sofa. The pale morning light touches his skin softly as it pours through the window. "Master!" My frustration turns to zeal as I pounce, running to him and straddling his lap before he can even think about standing. I slip my hands under his robe, stroking his warm chest and press my lips against his, devouring the words before they can escape. I feel his hand slip around the my neck and pull me back, away from his face. His other hand secures my hip. "Where have you been?" he repeats. "I couldn't sleep. I've missed you so much I've barely been sleeping at all. I thought that maybe going for a walk would help me settle down but then I - " "Why didn't you leave a note?" he asks me, his fingers pressing into my hip slightly. I stare at him, confused. My head tilts a little to one side, trying to find the meaning in his face. "But you said you weren't coming home until tomorrow and I - " "Next time leave a note," he interrupts. I hear the annoyance in his voice but his eyes give him away. He's missed me too and wanted to surprise me. In bed, perhaps, having lacked the comforts of home during his trip. My ache finds his own and I want to touch it. "Mmm... I want my Master. You've been gone so long..." I whisper in his ear, kissing it. I shift my hips against him, hoping to rub against his cock. I've been deprived. Master grabs my wrists suddenly, making me gasp. I squirm in frustration as he holds me away from him, not letting me touch. My fire is stoked by my impatience. I thrust my hips forward and struggle to take back my hands. "Behave, now. You'll get what you want when I give it to you." My eyes grow wide as the ache bursts out of its temporary hiding, demanding to be soothed. I'm losing control over myself. My aggression scares and excites me. "No! Fuck me!" I cry suddenly. "No?" Master repeats, raising an eyebrow. I can tell he's also amused. I've surprised myself, too. I can't help myself. I break one of my wrists free and dig my nails into his shoulder, leaning in and biting his neck at the same time. He tastes delicious and I want to swallow him whole. Master grabs me around the waist and throws me on the sofa. I feel his knee separate my legs and he regains power, holding my hands above my head. I thrash, feeling feisty. "Don't be a brat. You do as I say or I'll punish you," he tells me, baring his teeth slightly. I feel my pussy flood with juices. I start to kick and whimper, but his weight presses into me. Master starts to tear off my clothes, throwing them on the floor. I'm left only in my underwear. His hands run up and down me, grabbing my breasts and biting my nipples. He lifts himself and pauses for a moment, staring at me. "Get on your knees, slut. On the floor in front of me, now." He pushes me to the floor, but I refuse to meet his eye. He grabs my jaw. "You will look at your Master." I narrow my eyes and look into his, daring him to tame me. "Open your mouth. I'm going to fuck your face," he tells me, pushing a finger between my lips. I can't help but suck. I do so tight-lipped, an ounce of defiance, sending the message that he must take what he wants from me. I've been waiting too long to give up so easily. He guides his cock between my lips, pressing them open. His other hand, still on the back of my neck, inches me forward to accept him inside of me. My fire burns but my resistance weakens, unable to say no, like a neglected pet tempted with a treat. Master's cock is warm and hard and just for me, a satisfaction that I crave. I rest my hands on the sides of his thighs as he thrusts, scratching lightly with my nails. "Hands behind your back, slut," he commands, as his cockhead reaches the back of my throat. I ignore him, wanting to test the limits. He takes his cock out of my mouth, grabs me by the wrists and pulls me up suddenly, dragging me to the bedroom, pushing me face down on the bed. I squirm and attempt to right myself, but I feel my legs pulled apart by my calves and hands running up my thighs as Master slides his cock into my cunt, bearing down his weight on me and holding me still. Finally... finally. The relief floods into me. I let out a long, loud moan as I melt, my limbs relaxing, giving in. Giving up. The fever breaks. He fucks me slowly and deeply, his teeth sunk into my neck. He growls, still holding my wrists at either side of my head, though his grip loosens slightly knowing that I no longer have a fight in me. Six days, six weeks, six months... it didn't matter. I had been waiting an eternity. Every thrust is a relief, a small mercy in itself. I wonder how I could possibly need anything ever again. "Cum," he whispers in my ear. And I do, letting out a small cry, feeling Master finish inside of me. The ache subsides. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him, my back to his front. I try to wrap his arms around me tighter, like a blanket. He gives me a squeeze, his breath on my neck. I feel him nuzzling my hair, smelling it. "It aches when you go away." "Mm. I know." "Don't leave me again." "Elle..." I know he can't promise. I whimper a little, but quiet quickly. I want to be a good girl. "Sleep now," he tells me gently, "I'll be here when you wake." The Ache Inside Us All "Who are you cupping with?" That phrase stuck in my head the moment Melinda asked. She murmured something else about 'coming' or 'coming inside' as she walked into the odd café. A friend waved to her from the window. We were not going anywhere in particular. I was on an extended vacation in a new country and only went out that morning to walk my dogs. Melinda approached me, as she knew the family I was staying with and just started walking with me. The oddity of the country was that it seemed that no one did any gardening. Not that there were weeds along the suburban streets. There was no unsightly overgrowth in any yard, but it was obvious that there were no flowers, and the plants that grew to any height at all were more exotic weed than intentional planting. Yet, none of it seemed out of place. There was a comfort in this country with things that initially were quite odd to me. Through the early stages, I keep my silence. Before we crossed the street, I do not know what else to call it, to enter the café; my brain was quickly processing a setting I never previously imagined. There was a river, every bit as deep as I imagined the River Liffey in Dublin, but it was not quite so wide. It was a cross between a river and a canal; the water moved too quickly to be a canal, and therefore was also relatively clear. Not murky at all. What struck me is that there was no railing or guarding from anyone just walking into it. My dogs tugged to go in for a swim, but I could not know if it was safe. As I stray closer to rushing river, Melinda had moved away behind me to cross the street to my right, she stepped right down into water. The entire street submerged in two feet of water. She just walked right down into it, he jeans now soaked just below the knees, and she sloshed across as if she had been doing it all her life and this was not a flood at all, it was just the way things are. She never looked behind to see if I would follow. She knew I would. The dogs and I stepped right down into and they loved it. It was colder than I had hoped. The lumpy cobblestone and offset brick street beneath my feet served to help you keep balanced as the water did spill off in all directions from the river. When we got across there were many people moving about for it being so early in the morning. Their pants and skirts in varying degrees of wetness and dryness. My mind raced and my eyes searched for an empty clearing where I could allow the dogs to shake themselves off without spraying a group of strangers. Before I could do anything, Melinda saw her friend in the window, I saw the woman wave from her seat inside, and quickly moved to join her. She had not said anything to me in several minutes but when she saw her friend, it was as if an idea dropped from a nesting place in her brain. Her whole body shot to electric life and she smiled while darting a raised eyebrow glance over her shoulder and asked, "Who are you cupping with?" I could have sworn it had a suggestive lilt to it, but I did not know. Everything was off to me and I was way out of sorts. My wet dogs brushed against a couple of men standing and having coffee. I went to apologize, expecting them turn and acknowledge it as an affront, but neither batted an eye. The rooms were tight with people and chairs. Small round tables pushed together, separate, all in odd places. There was no sense of them being in a proper place. Everything about the place suggested that people were having coffee in someone's cluttered garage. I found myself in a tiny hall with many open entrances. I had lost Melinda momentarily, but she quickly appeared, took me by the wrist, and brought me to the table. She already had a coffee in front of her seat, and there were two friends sitting there with her. All three of them were lovely. I had forgotten about my dogs until Melinda's friend Angela commented how well behaved they were. She said so with the same smirk Melinda had on her face when she asked me about "cupping". My dogs settled contentedly on the hardwood floor next to a dormant fireplace. Had it been in use I would certainly be aflame along with them – our table nudged so tightly against it. Coffee in a small white cup and saucer sat before me. I did not see who did it. I wish I could remember all of what Melinda and her friends spoke to me about, because it was all directed at me. I can only remember the things that embarrassed me or caught me off-guard. They were all sexy and that sexiness distracted me. For a long stretch, Angela teased, "Look, he's wearing a wooly jumper and shorts!" Melinda directly fired, "Did you travel with any women?" In addition, Aimee smirked, "He hasn't touched his cup." Cup. "What is cupping?" I blurted. All three giggled, more than giggled. They got a good laugh at my expense. I was way out of my element and they were thoroughly enjoying this. In an oddly intense way, I felt so vulnerable and at their mercy. I was so attracted to each of them that I did not mind. There were things I was hoping for, imagining, and as each looked at me with their eyes it felt as though they could see what I was seeing in my head. "You're cupping with me, right now." Came from Melinda's little smile. "We're all cupping." Corrected Angela. Was it cupping as in coffee? It seemed to be. It was term that women would use I imagined. As it was, I did not really buy that notion, and they were beginning to hint that my intuition was not wrong. Aimee's foot briefly hit mine. Angela changed the subject, "Are you traveling with a woman?" "No, I'm meeting up with family later in the trip. I am alone now. Well, except for these guys." My dogs had fallen asleep. There was more silence and they were all watching me. I controlled it, but I was squirming inside. I broke the silence. "I am dating someone back home. She'll be meeting up with me and family in a week." Again, collectively they had a laugh. "Dating!" They laughed that word as if they didn't use it. As if it were some ancient colloquialism. "Are you shagging?" I was looking and didn't know who asked it. Melinda wasn't at the table. I looked around and just caught the tail end of her figure disappear into the hall where I remembered seeing a line for a bathroom. "Are you shagging her?" Aimee looked straight into my eyes. It was so intense, almost too much to take. I didn't know if she meant my girl from back home or if she meant Melinda. I just stared back at her stupidly. The silence was more than enough to let them both know that I was completely knocked out by them. They could have their fun with me and not get any kind of fight back. The coffee was unique. There was a definite buzz forming in my brain. The whole place acted like it was a bar, but it was 7 o'clock in the morning. The way people dressed, the haphazard nature of how people moved, the enormous amount of coffee they all seemed to drink. Looking around more closely, no one drank anything but this coffee. I pulled the cup closer to face and smelled it. The girls giggle some more, "You like?" Mmhm. Angela touched my hand as said, "You can't get this kind of coffee anywhere else. We won't even ship it anywhere. You have to come here." I went to ask, but Aimee jumped my question, "Don't ask. We all don't have to know everything. Sometimes things are just nice. Enjoy them. Go with it. We are." I saw Melinda appear at a different doorway than she left. She looked sexier than ever. Tall, fit, and sexy. While she had an adorable face, something like you'd see on a fairy, her sexiness came from three places: the softness and curve of her long neck and elegant shoulders and upper chest, her intensely delicate eyes, and the confident gentle nature of her direct words and actions. Melinda, fully clothed, coffee cup in hand, in a crowded café at 7oclock in the morning aroused a tiger in me that I never knew existed. I hadn't even noticed that Angela went from covering my hand with hers to interlocking her fingers with mine and caressing the back of my thumb with hers. Melinda sat down and pushed the full cup of coffee in her hands towards me. I drank from it in silence and let her look directly into me eyes and into me. Aimee made my heart rush even more, "Finish your coffee. You're coming back with us. We're cupping you." The swirl of the rush of the coffee, the walk to the flat, would have overwhelmed me had not Melinda locked arms with me and guided me. Aimee held the leashes of my dogs. I have no idea who owned the flat; there were two men and a woman smoking and drinking coffee out of those same white cups and saucers in a living room area. Aimee dropped the leashes and my two guys just plopped down on the tiled entrance hall and went right to sleep with a loud simultaneous sigh. Aimee guided me with a hand in the small of my back into a tiny, narrow, bedroom. The lights were off but there was dim morning light coming through a rice paper shade. The lavender walls and clean scent of orange and almonds almost made me forget myself. The door shut silently behind me, but the lock didn't catch. It surreptitiously crept back open a slight amount. Aimee was on her back on the single bed as Angela slid her hands along Aimee's arms. Slowly up and down. Aimee's eyes were closed and Angela looked and smiled at me through the dim blue glow of the room. Melinda's lips were right behind my right ear. No part of her touched me, but I could feel her breath as she whispered words I couldn't hear. Again, for what seemed like the sixth time since everything began in the café, I became intensely aroused. Melinda kept whispering as I turned my head to see her. Her lips barely grazed cheek and lips. It was pure torture. I knew enough not to cross the line, that this was some part of some game or ritual or some event that I knew nothing about, and that if I just went with it, that if I just fought every response to act out, that if I trusted Melinda, that they would all take good care of me and guide me the right way. Melinda's eyes ate my eyes in the blue darkness. She whispered a little more loudly, but it was in her natural language. It was so incredibly sexy. Melinda's breasts were the first part of her to touch me in her whispers. At first she barely brushed them against me, but as she whispered and I melted she pressed them harder. I leaned forward and it was as if her soft exotic words and smooth sensitive chest held me up. Our chests slowly, ever so slowly, began to grind into the other. Through the fabrics of our tops, our chests were massaging each other. While she clearly had the lead, my masculinity began to growl, and I would push and rub harder. Her whispers mixed with sighs and our lips came so close that our breath passed from our lips and directly into the mouth of the other. We established a rhythm and breathed in and out, directly giving and directly taking from the other. We didn't kiss, we didn't touch except for our chests, but I was dizzy with her, and I was drunk with her. Four hands carefully undid my pants and slid them down my legs. Four hands did the same to Melinda. We continued to make love with eyes and breath. Four hands slid up shirt and twenty fingers lightly scratched and caressed my chest, my back, and my nipples. The buttons on my shirt slid away and my shirt disappeared down my back, brushing my ass. Four hands crawled under Melinda's shirt and I pulled back to clear her chest. She gasped disappointed that I stopped and pulled away, but four hungry hands seized the chance and cupped and pinched at her chest. Melinda smiled and showed me the slight tip of her pink tongue. Aimee and Angela guided her top off over her head, and then our naked chests pressed back together. Lightly again, at first. Our nipples nudged against the other, making tiny circles, caressing side to side, becoming firmer in the joyous play with the other. Our faces came closer. Our lips danced and darted forth and back in a little game of 'you can't kiss me yet' but I'm going to devour you when you do. Aimee, behind me, and Angela, behind Melinda, slid their hands across our ass, and over our sex. Aimee rubbed and tugged on me through my underpants as Angela did the same to Melinda. My arms rose and slide beneath Melinda's. I needed to touch her in some way. My aching sex craved her touch. She knew I knew that she was leading me, but she also knew and accepted the animal in me that crouched in waiting. She was going to feed me, and she knew I was ready to tear her apart deep inside the jungle. Our arms locked around each other around our shoulders, our lips still played the cat and mouse game, and our chests solidly rubbed and pressed into the other. Angela and Aimee now alternated hands on each of us. Angela squeezed me and then would run a firm hard finger against Melinda, and Aimee took her fingernails to me swelling balls or would grab a handful of Melinda's throbbing mound and massage it hard. All of this set the stage for the most electric moment. Without warning, amidst all of the hands, Aimee and Angela slid our underpants off and rubbed their own soft naked bodies against our backs. My cock, freed, sprang firmly against Melinda's hungry bush as her mouth kissed me like red licked candy. My cock slid between her milky soft thighs beneath her pussy. She was already so wet, and the heat radiating from her womanhood made my cock throb thicker and longer than I had known. Aimee and Angela kissed our backs, the backs our necks, ran their fingers all around and through Melinda's short hair, and Melinda and I stood in a long firm embraced and kissed and kissed and kissed. I found myself pulled to the narrow bed by three women. Atop of Melinda I wanted my cock sucked, but I wanted to be inside of her more. I pushed my upper body up and looked down at this whimpering aching beast. My cock hovering just atop of bush. My tip brushed it. She softly gasped. Her eyes gently shut and both of her hands slipped between her thighs and guided my cock to her softly shining glory. I pushed inside of her in slow rhythms, feeling as much as I could, taking my time, getting to experience it all, the depths, the sensitive spots, the thin folds. It was too much to bear. With opened eyes drifting into mine like smoke, all of her crawled into all of me and there were no walls. We were making love, and for the first time I would do whatever a woman wanted. I was free. Deep into her, my cock settled down, my brain settled down, and I started to increase the pace. A quickened pace turned to a harder pace turned to rougher pace where grabbed her legs and shoved them over my shoulders. My arms engulfed the rest of her as my body pressed her knees well behind her ears. I pounded her little pussy. Her ass bounded atop the bed and I was deep, deep, inside, feeling warmth and wetness, electricity, and gentleness. We both started to sweat onto the other. She smiled wide with her lips and she screamed high with her eyes. Her hands came up to my chest and she whispered to slow down, slow down. She knew what she was doing. Aimee and Angela crawled behind us. As Melinda and I slow fucked, the two friends tongued each of deep inside. The rimming made me swell harder, and it was all I could do to hold on. However, hold on I would. Eventually Melinda and I pulled apart and Aimee and Angela crawled all over her body. Melinda had moved lower on the bed and I was still up by the pillows mostly. As Angela massaged and lapped at Melinda's glowing sex, Melinda reached over with her lips and sucked on my softening member. I hadn't come, but the intensity was so palpable for so long, that any time without it and my cock resettled. Aimee crept up and put herself in a little ball on the pillows next to me. She started to softly kiss my lips. When I kissed her back she stopped. She told me without words to just take it. She wanted to nibble at me. The intensity of Amanda eating Melinda's pussy translated to the intensity with which she sucked my cock. It was so easy to pump and fuck her face, my hands on the back of her head, caressing her soft short brown hair, fucking her mouth harder. Her gag reflex kicking in when I held her head there for long moments, but once released she went right back it, not minding being choked, gagged, for brief periods. It felt greatest when she squeezed her lips around the crown of my cock and I quick fucked like that, so necessarily so deeply, but having her lips and tongue hit the right spot repeatedly. Still, there was something exhilarating about driving my cock deep into her mouth. When Amanda's pussy eating turned to rimming and then finger fucking her ass, Melinda needed cock again. She flipped over onto her knees and said these words to me, which are burned in my brain, "Cup me." I knew what it meant. My cock already raging hard, her ass soaking wet with Amanda's saliva, Aimee sliding her face under Melinda's pussy, I put my hands on her small waist and pulled her against me. My long twitching cock slid up and down her soaking wet crack. Angela really did a job on her. The thick vein under my shaft slowly rid the slight curve of her ass as Aimee pressed her soft lips against Melinda's clit. I could almost feel what Melinda felt. Aimee's lips were incredible soft and attentive, and again, just the thought of something almost made me gush and release my ropes of cum all over them. Concentrating, I held on. My cock slow pushed into Melinda's ass. Her face turned to see me, her eyes once again, on little kitten's paws, simpered along that path that leads straight to my heart. Deep inside of her, we made love again. Her ass felt different, a different tightness, a different texture, a different heat, but it was sexy. The curl of her lip, the softening edge of her eyes, the sensitive flesh of her ass feeling and reading every scratch and caress of my fingertips. It was Melinda who sent me signals that it was all right to go harder. Something in me made me want to take it easier on her ass, but she was becoming beast again, and she fanned my embers. We started rocking harder into each other. She pushed back into me with hard shoves of her arms into the bed. She collapsed onto her elbows, and used them to push more aggressively against me. Her upper body fell next, pushing her ass high, changing the angle, fanning me hotter, and I drove my cock into her harder and rougher than I fucked any pussy. This she couldn't bear, her eyes turned, and her whole body collapsed onto of Aimee, almost smothering her, but Aimee's approving muffles underneath and she bit and chewed with her lips on Melinda's pussy was all the 'go-ahead' I needed. My chest pressed hard into Melinda's back and my biceps curled around her throat. I tightened my muscles around her throat and fucked her little sexy ass for all I was worth. I was going to cum deep inside her ass, right like that, right in that dominant animal position, but I wanted her eyes first. I wanted to to do to her what she did to me. To walk into her, to trample on her heart with love and lust, to rip her apart inside and put her back together all at once, all at that moment of release. I sucked and tongued her left ear, soaking it as I pounded her and worked up a huge load. It surged and surged, closer to the surface, ready to dive deep inside of her, ready to communicate the one thing that all humans desire and crave and need. Love. I whispered and commanded her in her ear, "Look at me." Her beautiful head turned and our eyes met forever that moment. The Ache of Anticipation I can hardly wait until we get together. I am so horny just thinking about it. Let me tell you what I am going to do to you... As I approach you, I have a lustful look in my eyes. I kiss you passionately, pressing myself against you, feeling our two bodies so close, touching through our clothes. I take your hands and let you caress my breasts, feeling the nipples perk to attention at your touch. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. I face you and begin taking off your clothes, enjoying the sight of your naked body. I kiss you and hold you close. I rub my hands over your shoulders and down your chest, teasing you a little. I finally reach your cock, and gently take it in my hands and begin to stroke it, feeling it become hard. I reach up to kiss you again, feeling the excitement of you being naked and me still clothed as we press together, standing there. I feel your cock pressing against me, wanting to get past my clothes. I tell you to lay down on the bed and watch while I take my clothes off for you. I do a little striptease, taking off one item at a time, slowly. Dancing and wiggling in front of you, I am getting so turned on and my pussy is getting so wet. I take my top off, revealing my breasts encased in a lacy satin bra, erect nipples poking through the sheer cups. I play with them, sucking on them for you. Then I reach around my back and unsnap my bra, taking it off slowly, revealing my breasts. I reach down and undo my jeans, slowly wiggling them down past my hips, my thighs, and then to the floor. I am standing before you wearing only a black satin thong - it feels so soft. I caress it, then slip my finger under it, and massage my clit. I start dancing for you again, swaying my hips. I can see you are getting extremely turned on. You've got a look of sexual hunger in your eyes and you are stroking your hard cock that tells me you are enjoying it. I take your hand and let you feel me. You caress my pubic area through my thong, and can feel my clit growing bigger through it. My pussy is aching for you to touch it, to put a finger in it, but not yet. I back away and kiss you again, a full-blown passionate kiss. I moan with pleasure. I slide down, kissing your nipples, sucking on each one. I move on down your stomach, kissing it the whole way. As I get close to your cock, I take it in my hands and gently hold it. My tongue starts licking your shaft up and down the sides, getting it all wet, then playfully flick my tongue over the tip before I take you in my mouth. As I suck your cock, up and down, I moan...mmmmm...letting you feel the vibrations from my throat. I gently fondle your balls while I suck your cock. Mmmmm, does that feel good? I can taste the pre-cum on the tip of your cock, and it tastes so good. I probe the hole at the tip with my tongue. I suck harder and faster, knowing I'm giving you such pleasure with each motion of my head. I stop and slide back up your chest, kissing the whole way, and then kiss you passionately again. I ask if you want to suck my pussy (I wonder what you will say?) I lie on my back, kissing you the whole time. You fondle my breasts, and kiss my nipples, sucking on them. Mmmm, the fire I feel between my legs! You kiss my stomach, and make your way down to my mound - smoothly shaven. I want you to kiss my aching clit so bad! You softly lick up and down my pussy lips, sending shivers through my body. Taking your finger, you gently spread my pussy lips, allowing you full view of my wet pussy. You take a few seconds to enjoy the "scenery" before starting to lick at my juices. Do I taste good? Mmmmm, it feels so good! Your tongue flicks at my clit, while you bring your finger to my pussy. You rub it gently on the outside and then slowly insert your fingers and wiggle it -just a little - and then pull them out again. They are coated with my juices and you raise them to your lips, looking at me, a wicked grin of your face. Then you start licking them and the eagerness I see on your face tells me you love the way I taste. You do this several times, driving me wild. Finally you insert your fingers all the way, feeling the soft, warm wet walls of my pussy enclosing around them Oohh, that feels so good to me! You begin finger fucking me while you flick my clit with your tongue. The sparks are flying in my body, I'm tingling all over. I can hear the sucking noises you make and the sounds of your finger fucking my pussy. It feels so fine. I finally make you stop, just before I come. I'm in charge, remember? I turn you over on your back and climb up on top of you. I kiss you passionately again, feeling our hot naked bodies pressing together, both wanting the same thing - release. I take your cock in my hand and slide it against my pussy lips, rubbing at my opening. I feel your cock throbbing in anticipation; see the look of hunger in your eyes. I slide your cock against my opening and let it enter my pussy. Ohhh, that feels so GOOD! I sit on it, taking it in all the way. Doesn't that feel good? Mmmm, this is what I was wanting for so long, feeling your cock inside my pussy, I am almost ready to come! But I hold off, wanting more enjoyment. I start pumping up and down, sliding your cock in and out of my pussy, your hands holding my tits, squeezing a little, helping me ride you with wild abandon. I can feel your cock in me, rubbing me in just the right spot. I start pumping faster, knowing I'm about to come. The electricity spreads from my pussy through my legs, my stomach, my chest, my arms, even my head. I can hear myself screaming, but the feelings are so great I don't care! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast! I scream as you fuck me, squeezing my breasts. And them I explode, my whole body shuddering, sparks flying in my head! It feels like it lasts forever. As it subsides, I fall against your chest, breathing hard, kissing you passionately. Now its your turn. I let you straddle me doggy style. You take your cock and slide it in my wet, swollen pussy. You hold onto my hips as you thrust your cock in me, ramming me hard, shaking the whole bed. I bend over more, so you can ram me harder. Fuck me, I beg you. Ram it in me, I want you to come in me! You are pumping faster, fucking me hard. I can feel you getting ready to come, and I hear you moan as you squirt your juices deep in my pussy. I know you felt the great release that I had experienced moments before. what a pleasure! Afterwards, we cuddle and kiss, enjoying the great afterglow sensations sweeping over our bodies. I am lying beside you, with my back to your chest. You have your arms around me, holding me so sweetly and tenderly, running your fingers through my soft hair. We kiss so gently. Mmm, it feels so nice, doesn't it? The Ache of Rapture Liam lifted the can of soda to his mouth as he smiled. Shaking his dark head, he took a drink when his best friend Travis walked up to tap him on the shoulder. Turning, he gazed up in question from his seat at the cafeteria table. "I just saw Quinn go into the janitor's closet with that Dunham kid again." Immediately Liam's eyes narrowed before he rolled them. "Jesus Christ," he muttered before getting to his feet. The reaction brought a grin to Travis's face, and he quickly followed after him as he stormed from the cafeteria, and made his way down the hall. When he reached the door, and whipped it open, the sight that met their eyes made Travis roar with laughter. Alec Dunham was sitting on a 10 gallon bucket of paint, and Liam's little sister was straddling him. He had his fingers up the back of her shirt like he was trying to figure out how to work her bra clasp, and their lips were pressed tightly against one another's as Liam scowled. Stepping forward, he gripped Quinn around her small waist, and yanked her off of the boy as she cried out in startled alarm. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the closet, and slammed the door behind him. Her fingers pushed against his strong arm where he held her, and her breath seethed out from between her lips. "Put me down, Liam!" she snarled. A grunt left his throat when she swung her foot, and her heel connected with the bone of his calf, but he continued down the hall with her clutched tightly in his grasp until he reached the boy's restroom. Pushing the door open with his elbow, he stepped into the room, and Travis quickly caught the door and followed them as he chuckled at the display they made. Quinn growled in aggravation, and swung her foot again in an attempt to kick him, but he quickly side stepped her swinging limb. "Put me down, dickhead!" He didn't stop until he reached the large basin that served as a sink, and when he dropped her to her feet, her hands reached out to the edge of it to keep herself from falling. She barely had enough time to steady herself before he had gripped a handful of her dark hair, and was forcing her to bend beneath the faucet. Immediately a stream of water spurted out to douse the top of her head. The frigid temperature of it made a startled cry leave her mouth, and she fought to lift her head, but he held her firmly in place until her hair and face were thoroughly soaked. "Seems like you need to cool off," he growled as she sputtered beneath him. A shrill sound of anger left her throat and she began twisting in his grasp. "Let me go, you freak!" Travis stood near the doorway, and hooted with laughter. When the door opened at his back, he turned to scowl down at the freshman trying to gain entrance before shoving him backwards. "Bathroom is closed," he informed him. Startled, and intimidated by his larger frame the younger boy stood frozen as Travis shut the door in his face. "Just wait til I tell Dad about this!" Quinn shouted as water continued to cascade over her head. She was thoroughly soaked through now, and had stilled to stare down into the sink as she made the threat. Liam's fingers tightened in her hair as he gritted his teeth. "Go ahead and tell him," he growled. "I'm sure he would love to know that his daughter was in the janitors closet with a guy's hands up her shirt. You want to tell him that I stopped you from acting like a whore, be my guest." Enraged, Quinn swung her leg back blindly in an effort to bring him low, but her foot missed it's mark, and swung into the air as he pushed his body against her to keep her in place. His large frame was like a wall keeping her immobile. Stilling again, Quinn's breath escaped her in aggravation. "You've gotten me thoroughly wet. What now?" she said in annoyance. Travis collapsed into a fit of laughter at her words, and Liam turned to arch an eyebrow at him in disgust. When he seemed to gain control of himself a huge grin was plastered across his face as he suggested, "Why don't you spank her?" Turning back to face her, Liam's mouth tilted as he gazed down at his sister's uplifted behind. "That's actually not a bad idea," he said with amusement before cracking his palm down on her jean clad rear end. Quinn's mouth parted in shock before she redoubled her efforts at struggling. "You bastard! I can't believe you just did that!" When his hand came down again he did it harder, and the sound loudly reverberated throughout the room. He struck her three more times before finally releasing her. When he took a step back, he braced himself for the oncoming attack. He wasn't disappointed. Once she was free, Quinn lifted herself from the sink, and pushed her wet hair from her eyes. Turning, she snarled viciously before lunging at him. His lips pressed together grimly as he easily caught her wrists, and kept her from mauling him. Her arms lurched, and strained, but once again she was caught by him, and an animalistic sound escaped her lips as she glared up at him. "You are such a hypocrite!" she raged. "I've heard the stories people tell about you. You're no virgin, Liam!" The muscles of his arms bunched as he fought to control her movements. His expression was unrelenting as he looked down at her. "No," he agreed. "But you are, and I'll be damned if you're going to have your cherry popped in a dirty janitor's closet by a piece of shit like Alec Dunham." Quinn shoved against him as another sound of aggravation left her throat, but the motion did little more than jar the both of them as he held her wrist bones tightly. "You're not my father," she spat at him nastily. Her words only made him smile. "Who do you think told me to watch you?" he replied in amusement. "Now, settle down before I bend you over the sink again, and really give your ass a walloping." Quinn knew she was outmatched, and had practically exhausted herself trying to fight him to no avail. This time, instead of jerking towards him, she tried to jerk away, and he finally let her go. Her breathing was labored as she stood glaring at him. Her jade eyes were fierce in her small face as her gaze darted between the two of them. Her brother was staring at her with brows lifted, and his best friend Travis took a step forward as his mouth parted. Their expressions seemed odd to Quinn, and her gaze grew darker as she looked between them. "What are you two jackasses staring at?" she demanded heatedly. Neither of them spoke right away, and it seemed like Travis was having difficulty swallowing. His eyes were intently focused on her as Liam cleared his throat. It hadn't been apparent until she had taken a step back, but the thin material of her soft, white t-shirt was now entirely soaked through, and it clung to the front of her breasts to outline the curves and present her nipples. The cotton had gone completely transparent, and there was nothing left to the imagination as she stood seething in front of them. "Where the hell is your bra?" Liam demanded angrily. Glancing down, Quinn finally registered the problem, and gasped at the sight of her own nipples that were cold and puckered jutting out on display. Instead of covering them, she looked at Liam defiantly. "I'm not wearing one," she replied haughtily. "No shit," he said as his ice blue eyes slid over her nipples once more. "Dunham had his hands up the back of your shirt. I suppose he was about to make that discovery himself." Stepping towards her, he began pulling the open button down he wore over his t-shirt over his shoulders, and down his arms. "Take that off, and put this on." Taking another step forward to block her from Travis' view he pressed the shirt against her until she lifted her fingers to take it. Her chin tilted backwards as she looked up at him defiantly. "You don't want me to walk around school this way? Think of all the new friends I would make if I did, Liam. You couldn't stop them all." His response was a narrowing of his eyes as his jaw clenched. "Put it on," he repeated. Rolling her eyes, Quinn shoved his shirt back at him, and made him take it so that she could reach down and lift the hem of her own over her head. Once it was off, she lifted it to rub her dark hair, and remove some of the water from it while Liam waited patiently in front of her. His blue eyes were foreboding as he looked down at her while she took her time pulling the dampness from each tress. When she began running her fingers through it, he growled in exasperation, and lifted the shirt to wrap it around her, forcibly shoving her arms through the sleeves. "You're just not happy unless you're being a pain in the ass, are you?" Her voice was snide when she responded, and it held a tinge of amusement. "I figured I'd give you another minute to enjoy it since you so obviously were." Her eyes darted to the barely concealed erection he was sporting inside of his jeans, and he grunted angrily in response as he began closing the buttons on the front of the shirt. "Natural instinct," he finally replied coldly. "It happens whenever a slut takes her clothes off for me." Finishing up the last button, he dropped his fingers, and glared at her. "I expect this to stay on your body until we get home. Is that understood?" Glaring back, she gave a barely perceptible nod before he turned away from her to head towards the door. Her eyes lifted to Travis who was still staring at her strangely, but Liam grabbed his arm as he passed, and the two of them made their way out of the bathroom, and left her where she stood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alec's lips lifted as she drew near. His dark eyes delving into the neckline of Liam's shirt as she reached a hand up, and placed it on the front of his chest. He was leaning against the stone rail of the steps outside of school, one leg casually crossed over the other, and his dark head tilted slightly as he looked at her. "Where's the warden?" he asked in amusement. Quinn rolled her eyes, and sighed. "My brother is such a psycho. Sorry about before." His smile was still firmly in place as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. When he pulled back his eyes held a hint of deviltry to them. "Want a ride home?" he asked softly. "We could pick up where we left off?" Quinn opened her mouth to respond when she was rudely pulled backwards into a hard chest, and a strong arm came out to encircle her waist to keep her there. Glancing backward, she scowled into Liam's face, and then at Travis who stood grinning at his side, but neither of them were looking at her. Both of their eyes were trained on Alec who had straightened at their arrival. "This is the second time that I've caught you mauling my sister, Dunham." Liam said tightly. "There had better not be a third." With little preamble Travis stepped forward still wearing a massive grin, and slammed his fist into the boy's abdomen making him double over. Quinn gasped, and lunged forward, but her brother's arm tightened around her to keep her where she was. Liam winced. "That looked painful." he said with mock sympathy. "Be grateful it wasn't me. I would have broken your nose." Alec began to cough, and sputter as he gripped his stomach, but Liam wasn't interested in watching him recover. Lifting Quinn's feet from the ground, he turned, and made his way towards the parking lot while she filled his ears with profanities. Everyone that they passed stared, and some even laughed, but Liam refused to put her feet back onto the ground until they reached the side of his car. Even once he had, he kept the vice like grip on her waist as he reached down to unlock the door. "Oh my God, I hate you," she seethed. "You are such a mental case!" His only response was to open the door, and push her inside of the car. Once she was seated, she turned to give him the full brunt of her displeasure with a sinister scowl, but her attempt at ferociousness only made him grin. Closing the door, he rounded the car, and got inside of it. "I hope your dick falls off," she informed him rudely once he was beside her. Ignoring her, he unrolled his window to look up at Travis who was standing beside the car smirking with hilarity. "I have to deal with this little shrew. I'll call you later." Nodding, Travis turned on his heel, and sauntered away towards his own car. When Liam turned back to her, he was greeted with the back of her head. She had petulantly crossed her arms over her chest, and was now staring out her window as she ignored him. Shaking his head, he pushed the key into the ignition, and started the car before backing out of the space it was in. "Thank God," he breathed. "The only thing worse than having to deal with you is listening to your damn mouth." The comment didn't get a rise out of her, and she continued to ignore his existence for the entire duration of the trip home. When he pulled into the driveway that sat in front of their house, he had barely come to a stop when she flung open the door, and stormed towards the house to escape him. Entering the front door at a more leisurely pace, he caught his sister growling at their mother in aggravation before she turned, and stomped up the stairs. His mother's eyes were wide as she turned to him. "What was that about? I just asked her how school was." Liam smiled reassuringly. "Nothing major. Just a difference of opinion we're having." He didn't fill her in on the details, and instead stepped towards her to kiss her on the cheek. "How was your day, mom?" She smiled sweetly at him in return. "It was good, dear. Dinner should be done by the time your father gets home. I'm making meatloaf. I hope you're hungry." "Ravenous," he said with another smile. "I'm going to go watch some television in my room. Call me when it's done." After she nodded at him, he turned and made his way up the staircase in the direction of his bedroom. His was the first door at the top, and his eyes careened down the hall noticing that the door to his sister's bedroom was closed. When he opened the door to his room he saw that the bathroom doors connecting their rooms were wide open, and almost as if she had been waiting for him to enter, she appeared in the doorway, and slammed hers closed. The rude gesture made him roll his eyes. Closing his bedroom door behind him, he glanced towards the bathroom in annoyance once more before flopping onto his bed. Arching his back, he dug his head into his pillow in an effort to get comfortable then grabbed the remote. When the television came on his blue eyes were drawn to the screen as he flipped through channels. He passed through commercial after commercial until the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door opening reached his ears. Quinn stormed into his bedroom, and threw his shirt down on his bed near his feet. Her face was mottled with rage as she sneered at him. "Take your damn shirt! It smells like you, and I don't want it touching me!" Then, without another word, she turned, and stormed back through the bathroom into her bedroom, and slammed the door again. Liam chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then set down the remote. Swinging his legs from the bed, he stood and quietly made his way through the bathroom until he reached her door. Opening it, he stepped inside her room, and closed the door softly behind him. When she looked up from where she was sitting on her bed, and saw him, her mouth dropped open before she snarled. "Get the hell out!" Instead of complying, he walked determinedly towards her, and shoved her back onto the bed before quickly climbing on top of her so that he was straddling her body. Her hands lifted to ward him off as a small shriek escaped her. "Are you fucking crazy?" she cried. "Get off of me, you psycho!" Instead of grabbing her wrists which were ineffectively shoving at him, he lifted his hand, and wrapped his large fingers around her throat. When he squeezed it in his hand it immediately cut off her ability to speak. His blue eyes were cold as he looked down at her, and she immediately reached up to try to pry his fingers away from where they held her with little success. "You're a heartless little bitch," he informed her quietly. Her face reddened slightly with the pressure he used, and he eased up a little so that she could breathe. "Do you think I enjoy having to constantly chase after you?" he spat. "I don't. If it were left up to you, every filthy little slime ball with a hard on would be climbing between your legs before bragging to the entire world about what a disgusting slut you are." His teeth gritted as he peered down lower to her face. "You're too naive or too stupid to realize that." His grip on her made it impossible for her to respond, but her eyes were filled with loathing and fear as she looked up at him. "Is that what you want?" he asked softly as his fingers contracted. "Do you want some scuzzy little fuck who doesn't care about you telling people that he dumped a load inside of you before moving onto the next stupid bitch?" His blue eyes narrowed as they delved into hers. "Because that's what we do. We sweet talk, and flatter our way into your pants, and then once you give it up we get bored and move on." His eyes wandered over her face as he looked at her. "That little bastard doesn't love you, and that's exactly how he would have treated you if I had left you alone with him." Releasing his grip on her throat, he pushed off of her, and left the bed. Turning away, he ripped open the door that led back to his own room, and stepped through it until he reached his bed once more. He had just landed on his back again when he looked up to see her standing at the foot of his bed. Rolling his eyes in disgust, he turned his head away. "Fuck! What now?" Her lips were pressed tightly together in her anger, and her fists were clenched at her side. "What makes you think I love him?" she spat nastily. "Did it ever occur to you, Liam, that maybe I just want to get laid? Like every other normal person on earth? If I want to let that happen, you have no right to stop me!" "It's my job to stop you," he growled angrily. "Besides, you don't know what you're saying. You have no idea what it's like." "Exactly!" she yelled. "I don't know what it's like, and I'm never going to if you don't stop butting into my life. I don't need you to protect me! I don't want your protection. I can take care of myself!" Leaning up onto his elbow, he looked at her in disbelief. "No, you can't. If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn't be saying something so unbelievably stupid. Do you have any idea what it's like to have someone enter your body, to be a part of you, and then to treat you like you're nothing after the fact?" Her lip curled as she looked at him. "Is that what you do to people? Not everyone is like you, Liam." Her words seemed to irritate him, and it showed. "This isn't about me." "Yes it is," she sneered. "No one asked you to save me. You just automatically assume that everyone is a monster like you are." Her words seemed to strike a nerve as he lifted himself from his bed to step towards her. His visage held barely contained fury, and Quinn took a step backwards as he neared. When her shoulders collided with the wall behind her, she gasped. He didn't lift his hands to her this time. He came so close that his chest pressed into hers. Pushing her into the wall, he towered over her, and his mouth dropped low to her ear. "Is that what you think?" he said in a menacingly soft tone. "You think I'm a monster?" Lifting his hands, he pressed them flat against the wall on opposite sides of her head, effectively caging her in. When she began to squirm against him, he pressed into her harder so that his entire body was holding her in place. His breath was hot against her neck, and Quinn turned her face away from him.