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23 Temmuz 2022, 02:44
Author's note: This story begins directly where Ch. 02 left off.
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Alison Bibelot couldn't believe it was happening. Again. That Sean was fucking her like a wild, feral animal. Her bed was thumping madly against the wall with each of his brutal thrusts, his fingers were embedded deep in her butt cheeks, and his grunts sounded like the snorts of an enraged bull.
And it was her fault. He had apologized for being so rough at the party, and then had begun so very gently, lovingly, restrained, keeping himself in check. Making the sweetest love to her. But when the fire flared in her vagina, Ali had suddenly wanted more, needed more, craved more, and told him to just fuck her. Harder. Faster. He transformed instantly into the beast he'd been before, and, splayed helplessly on her back, Ali felt like his prey, something to be consumed, ravished. And she loved it.
As Sean plunged into her, ever harder, ever faster, the frissons of fire from her vagina and clitoris exploded in her brain, making her neck jerk spasmodically back, her eyes lose focus and roll back in her head, and her mouth emit fevered mewls and cries. She felt the orgasm coming, as inexorable as a runaway freight train, and knew that it would destroy her in just another moment.
As Ali rode the cresting tide, she sunk her long fingernails into Sean's butt and raked them across his skin, spurring him on to completion. The pounding of the bed against the wall changed, its thumps answered by a different banging, in a different rhythm. Just as she dimly perceived that the thuds were antiphonal, coming from separate sources, her door burst open and crashed back against the wall.
Snatched from the throes of seething passion, Alison shook her head to clear it as her consciousness struggled to return. The throbs of forsaken abandonment shooting out from her suddenly empty pussy were annihilated by the realization that whoever had been at her door, hammering, was now inside.
Screaming!
"Slut! Tramp! God, what a brazen whore!" Clytemnestra was a woman scorned, her fury unbridled.
Ali's panicked eyes longingly locked on Sean's penis as the fiery tingles in her pussy gradually diminished. It was bright red, its swollen head deep purple and glistening with her juice, and so hard - it had felt like a hickory baseball bat reaming her vagina - that he struggled to cover it as he pulled up his pants and tried to stuff it inside. Ali's clutching hands found her shorts and panties pooled around one ankle. She threaded her other leg through them and desperately tugged them up, but realized how exposed she still was. The air was cool on her bare left nipple, still wet with Sean's saliva, hard, bright red, tilted up and poking out under her bra, which Sean had pried it so he could grab and suck her tit.
As the discovered lovers scrambled madly to dress, Clytemnestra continued venting her spleen. "Oh God, Sean! How could you? What do you see in this slut? Look at that tiny titty! I've got much better boobs, rounder, fuller, much bigger. Plus look at her skinny ass! Mine's to die for -- just ask anyone! And I fuck you so well. Even give you head. God almighty! What could you possibly see in this, this, this...this little whore?!"
Even through her rage, the anguish in Clytemnestra's voice was evident. Ali quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse as the actress drew a new breath and loosed another salvo of vituperation.
"And worst of all, Sean, you were screwing her! Oh! My! God! How could you do this to me! You've betrayed me again, been unfaithful! I know you fucked this little slut at the party! In front of my friends! I heard ALL about it. How mortifying! And after we've been together for so long, been so devoted, so much in love, even after you've met my parents, and we became engaged! How could you?!"
His clothes finally back in order, Sean came unstuck. "Whoa! Hold on a minute, Elena! Yes, I have met your parents, and we have been seeing each other for a while, but we're not engaged. No way!"
"Of course we are, Sean. Everyone knows it. Just ask any of our friends. Even if it isn't official yet, we're definitely a committed couple and are going to be together forever. Oh misery!" Elena's voice dissolved into uncontrolled sobbing, pathetic weeping, and, the back of her hand theatrically clasped to her forehead, she collapsed onto Ali's rug, a heap of desolation.
Somehow, despite her uncontrollable keening, Elena was able to continue her screed, pathetically blurting out, "Oh Sean! I forgive you for your transgressions. I know this tramp threw herself at you and you were too weak and too drunk to resist. It's all right. I forgive you. I love you so dearly! I had to come here, to find you, to pull you back to sanity. To me. I'm so miserable without you. Only you can heal me, make me whole again. Please, my darling, come. Come into my arms."
Alison was crushed when Sean slid to the floor and took Elena in his arms, holding her gently, rocking, comforting, whispering, "It's all right, Elena. Everything will be OK, I promise."
Though reeling from the shock and pain isvecbahis yeni giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) of Sean abandoning her to console Elena, the passion, the desire, the fiery ardor that she had felt consuming him just a minute ago as they were making love more fervidly than she had imagined possible, came flooding back, swamping Ali's mind. She knew she loved him, and was certain their connection was real. This wasn't right, and could not stand! Time to fight!
She took Sean's chin in her hand -- what a nice parallel to her dream -- turned his head to her, and kissed him. Though stunned, once the shock wore off he kissed her back. Buoyed by his response, the confirmation of his attraction, their connection, and having won the first skirmish, Ali pressed her advantage. "Sean, I love you. Truly love you. It is fated that we be together. Search your heart. You know it's true." She kissed him again. Alison was elated when Sean released Elena and embraced her, and she melted into him in total joy at feeling his passion for her rekindle, blossom, and consume his entire body. It was true bliss.
Her cheek stung like fire and Alison stumbled backwards onto the floor, stunned by Elena's vicious slap. Fury replaced anguish in her voice as Elena launched her counterattack. "Sean, this girl is a total slut! Haven't you seen the pictures on Reddit? She shows everything, I mean every single thing! Her tits, her asshole, her cunt, even getting fucked! Who would do that? A sleazy whore, that's who!"
Seeing Sean's confusion, that he was perturbed, torn, Elena continued her onslaught. "Here, look, see for yourself. I downloaded all her vile porn before she deleted it. Look at this, how the slut spreads her legs wide and even pulls her pussy lips apart. Disgusting! Here! Look at this whore!" Elena pressed her phone into Sean's hands and Alison was terrified by how his eyes grew wide with intense concentration.
Knowing she was losing the battle, losing him, Ali pleaded, "Sean, please understand. It was just something Nikki and I did for fun. It was like a game, a lark, and I'm so sorry. I deleted everything. They're no longer..." Ali's voice faded when she saw that Sean was utterly intent, totally rapt, flipping from one screen on Elena's phone to another. He wasn't hearing her at all. Not a single word. Her anguish grew as she saw him fixate on one picture, then another. Then another and yet another. Endlessly.
Reeling in devastation at the realization that she had ruined everything, had perhaps driven away the true love of her life, Ali began weeping softly, disconsolately. Then, in a desperate, final defiant foray, she draped herself onto Sean, urgently trying one last time to win him back. To make him understand. "Oh Sean, forgive me. I was so naïve and stupid. But it just seemed fun, harmless... I'm so sorry, forgive..." Sean was so intent on the phone he just shrugged her off, elbowing away the random distraction. Jostled aside, defeated, Ali crumbled to the floor, sobbing in abject misery.
Through her tears Ali saw the look of triumph, of exultant malice suffusing Elena's visage as she kept staring at Ali while she pulled Sean to her. She turned his head away from the phone and kissed him, and it broke his fanatical focus. "Sean, my love, my lover, come with me now. You know the truth about this insignificant nothing, this worthless tramp, but I will make you forget her. We'll make love all afternoon; you can even fuck my ass, whatever you want, darling. Just, let's go. Now."
Both women were shocked at how hard Sean roughly shoved Elena away. As she sprawled backwards on her ass, his voice cut like a knife. "Elena, you're a bitch! I've just seen all your emails and texts. You're the one who outed Alison! You sent her site to all your friends and told them to tell everyone, to print the worst pics and to put them, with her account info, up everywhere on campus. That was terrible, horrible, even evil. You are the most despicable woman alive. I wouldn't fuck you if yours was the last cunt on earth. We're through!"
Elena's transition into devastated, heart-rending pain and angst was breathtaking in its immediacy. "Oh Sean! You must understand. Alice told me how you'd fucked this bitch at the party, and when she asked Nikki if she'd really posted her tits on the web, she said yes and told her that this whore had, too. She even gave Alice their user names. You needed to see the truth, Sean, my darling. All I did was..." As she wailed on and on, sobbing and weeping, even before Sean spoke, Alison could see the actress, overplaying the role of the aggrieved, wronged heroine, emoting, giving it her all.
"Oh no, Elena, I'm on to your tricks! I see through you now, how you manipulated and controlled me for months. It's over, starting this second. You're as phony as your tears. Get out! Now!"
The weeping and sobbing stopped instantly, as if on cue, and Elena's voice betrayed the bilious malice in her heart. "You'll regret this, Sean! I've spent a lot of time on you, trying to train you so you'd be worthy of me. What a waste! I'll get even with you, just like I did with isvecbahis giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) this whore. Now, give me my phone!" Noble Clytemnestra stood tall, her bearing regal and righteous, her hand extended expectantly.
Sean's voice was soft, controlled, as cold and menacing as when he'd laid down the law for the jerks the previous night. "Elena, just leave. Yes, I've seen the pictures that Alison posted. Some are risqué, others erotic, a few are lewd, and several - like when she's being fucked or spreading her pussy - are truly pornographic. She made a serious mistake, but she is young and naïve, whereas you are shallow, conniving and cruel.
"And I'm keeping your phone. My friend Floyd is a lawyer. Every single person who got your emails and texts is going to delete all trace of them. If any picture ever shows up again, we'll sue the hell out of them. You are the most despicable woman alive and I can't wait to be rid of you. Leave."
On the floor where she had slumped after Sean had shrugged her away, Alison's cheek was still throbbing from Elena's vicious blow. The pain, the sting and injury from Sean's harsh depiction of her posts as porn was far worse, however, because she suddenly realized it was true. She dissolved in hopeless desolation, ruing being so immature, so foolish, for getting carried away and posting such sordid pictures and videos. Knowing the extent of the damage she had inadvertently done, she curled into a defensive ball on the floor, crying miserably, hoping to die.
The door slamming after Elena stomped out, Sean's softer footfalls walking to the door, and its click as it closed, penetrated Ali's aura of devastated anguish. Knowing Sean had left, too, infinitely increased Alison's deep despair and she began gasping for breath between heaving sobs. Her weeping consumed her as she berated herself endlessly for her stupidity.
Sean was gone. Forever. She had blown it. By posting nudes, and exposing everything on Reddit, she'd acted like a foolish total slut, a wanton woman. No wonder he'd rejected her and walked out! It had just felt like having naughty fun with Nikki, but she had offended and driven away the man with whom she knew she was fated to be. Mr. Right. Her heartbroken torment rolled over her in waves, shaking her entire body with wracking sobs. Oh God, would she had known! She would give anything if she could go back in time and redo everything.
From the apartment next door, the faint music began again. Ali heard just the low droning bass and bass drum, in a measured "long, short-short, long, long" rhythm. "Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah. Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah," over and over. She recognized it, dimly remembering the professor's demonstration of the meter of epic poetry. Alison found her moans and wails naturally falling into in sync with the drumbeats. The omnipresent scent of the weed they were always smoking next door was stronger than ever, overwhelming.
What!
The hand on Alison's chin stunned her. As in a dream, as in THE dream, she rose as the hand lifted her head, pulling her to her feet. She opened her eyes. Sean! He hadn't left! He'd just closed the door when it had sprung back open after Elena had slammed it. His face was serious, assessing. His eyes probed hers, and she felt they were piercing into her very soul. His lips were curled in the thinest of smiles. As in the dream, it seemed a cold, knowing, almost cruel smile.
His hand left her chin and joined his other at her lapels. The buttons of her blouse tinkled on the floor as he ripped it open. It slid off her arms and floated down as Sean's powerful hands grasped her bra and rent it in two. The hand returned to her chin and lifted her head. He locked her eyes to his as his other hand found her right breast and possessed it.
Alison began to understand. Fate was starting to play out, inevitably, inexorably.
She blinked the tears from her eyes so she could meet his gaze more clearly, more directly. Her hands undid the clasp and zipper of her shorts and, also taking her panties, worked them down. Once past her butt they fell, and she kicked them away.
Sean's cool smile warmed slightly when his finger found her wet. His visage continued to thaw as he probed her, entered her, and began sliding in and out, up and down. It felt right, foretold, just as in her dream.
Alison shuddered from the frissons of feverish fire shooting from her sex. Her knees felt weak, but her wobbling body was buttressed by the hand firmly holding her chin. Her eyes closed, succumbing to the gathering heat.
"Look at me!" Sean whispered ardently.
It was a command. She obeyed, though her eyes flickered. Her climax was nearing.
His fingers stayed steady, but penetrated deeper with each stroke. Alison's breathing became shallow and rapid, her legs shaky, but she strove to keep her eyes on his. His smile transformed further. She saw naked desire, lascivious craving.
The "Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah," pervading the room became louder, and his probes synchronized with it. The smell of marijuana hung heavy in the murky air. As her orgasm approached, the waves isvecbahis güvenilirmi (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) of arousal and passion made the room begin to swim around her, lights flickering, colors streaming.
"Give me your eyes!" Sean's voice was deep, commanding. Irresistible. "Briseis! Hear me! We must complete the sacred ceremony, be joined forever. As Zeus so decreed. Are you now mine? Do you give yourself to me completely and forever? Answer me!"
Alison found that, despite the overwhelming power of the passion building inside her, the shivering convulsions from the orgasm's approach, she could still keep her eyes open. His orbs seethed with passion as they burned into hers, questioning, demanding. Now certain of the truth, the words poured out of her from elsewhere, from a deep corner of her she'd never known. "Yes, Achilles, I am yours. Completely." Despite the trembling, twitching, and shaking, still she stood steady.
Until the end.
The orgasm surged up from her center and took everything away. Her breath, her mind, her strength, everything. As her legs gave out, Briseis fell forward, onto Achilles, supported only by the hand on her jaw and the fingers in her pussy. He effortlessly scooped her up and laid her on her bed.
Standing beside her he continued his commands. "Take out my penis. Put it in your mouth."
Briseis' hands moved automatically, did as Achilles demanded. After his pants were undone, she lowered them, slid to the side of the bed and pulled his erect penis to her. "Yes, that's the way," Achilles said as Briseis bobbed her head, mouthing the tip and first inches of his shaft, up and down in the "Dah dum-dum dah, dah" rhythm of the omnipresent bass. When his stroking fingers, smoothing her hair, fell into the same pattern, Briseis knew that he, too, was hearing it, was feeling the mystical aura surrounding them.
His fingers parting her labia drew her moan from deep within. Plateaued at a high level, Briseis knew she was close to coming again, and had to concentrate hard to maintain her fellatio, to control her lips and tongue. When the fire surged so high, burned so hot that she lost control of her hands, tongue and mouth, the fingers in her pussy stopped, and the weight of the heel of his hand on her pubic bone pinned her to the mattress, holding her motionless, withholding that last little bit of stimulation she so needed. Achilles' other hand, fingers embedded in her hair, held her head steady as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth as her body trembled and shook in helpless, unfulfilled need.
Only when she showed him she had recovered, when she could control herself and resumed sucking, jacking, and bobbing, did Achilles again begin to slide his fingers in and out of Briseis' pussy, up and down over her clitoris. Only to stop immediately when she again lost control as the overwhelming waves of seething fire swirled out of her vulva and consumed her consciousness. She quivered on the edge, held motionless, denied, as he cycled his prick in and out of her mouth.
As she lay on her bed, her hips flat and pinned fast, her shoulders canted to Achilles so her mouth could stay fastened on his penis, Briseis breathed deeply, inhaling the incense, the drug from next-door. The drums and bass grew louder, and the flickering lights in the room brightened as the streaks of colors swirled more intensely around her. She knew, absolutely knew from the depths of her core that this was fate, that Sean was Achilles, come back over the millennia to claim her. To claim Briseis.
But, God, how she needed to come!
She struggled to gain control of her lips and hands again, and was gratified by Achilles' ardent, "Yes, just like that. Suck it, suck it hard. Get it ready to fuck you!" Her hand began to slide the skin along the magnificent shaft, her tongue began to lick around the rim of the tender head, and her neck pulled and pushed her mouth up and down. She gurgled in delight when he began to move his fingers again. From her even higher plateau, so near the peak, it was only seconds until the fire consumed her brain and her motions became spasmodic.
After freezing his fingers, Achilles confirmed all that she sensed. "No, not yet Briseis. Wait, wait to come until I'm inside you, until we are truly joined. Till we are one." She choked slightly as he drove his cock deep into her throat, further than before. The reflexive gagging helped her regain herself, pull back from the precipice, and Achilles again rewarded her with his fingers at the first lick of her tongue. As she yet once more approached the summit, she melted as he confirmed their destiny. "Yes, sweet Briseis. Feel my fingers, deep within you. Soon it will be my penis. I will possess you, as Zeus decreed."
This time his fingers had hardly begun to move, to fuck her, when she again lost her limbs. She could not help but attempt to grind her clitoris against his fingers, trying desperately for the last little bit of stimulation she needed to crest, to find release. But Sean, no! Achilles, she corrected herself, held her fast, the heavy weight on her pubic bone pinning her to the mattress as he curled his fingers off her clit, keeping the tips inside her vagina. She could not move, and he kept her immobilized, pumping his penis in her mouth, pushing it deeper down her throat, until her gagging helped her regain some of her senses.
**
Alison Bibelot couldn't believe it was happening. Again. That Sean was fucking her like a wild, feral animal. Her bed was thumping madly against the wall with each of his brutal thrusts, his fingers were embedded deep in her butt cheeks, and his grunts sounded like the snorts of an enraged bull.
And it was her fault. He had apologized for being so rough at the party, and then had begun so very gently, lovingly, restrained, keeping himself in check. Making the sweetest love to her. But when the fire flared in her vagina, Ali had suddenly wanted more, needed more, craved more, and told him to just fuck her. Harder. Faster. He transformed instantly into the beast he'd been before, and, splayed helplessly on her back, Ali felt like his prey, something to be consumed, ravished. And she loved it.
As Sean plunged into her, ever harder, ever faster, the frissons of fire from her vagina and clitoris exploded in her brain, making her neck jerk spasmodically back, her eyes lose focus and roll back in her head, and her mouth emit fevered mewls and cries. She felt the orgasm coming, as inexorable as a runaway freight train, and knew that it would destroy her in just another moment.
As Ali rode the cresting tide, she sunk her long fingernails into Sean's butt and raked them across his skin, spurring him on to completion. The pounding of the bed against the wall changed, its thumps answered by a different banging, in a different rhythm. Just as she dimly perceived that the thuds were antiphonal, coming from separate sources, her door burst open and crashed back against the wall.
Snatched from the throes of seething passion, Alison shook her head to clear it as her consciousness struggled to return. The throbs of forsaken abandonment shooting out from her suddenly empty pussy were annihilated by the realization that whoever had been at her door, hammering, was now inside.
Screaming!
"Slut! Tramp! God, what a brazen whore!" Clytemnestra was a woman scorned, her fury unbridled.
Ali's panicked eyes longingly locked on Sean's penis as the fiery tingles in her pussy gradually diminished. It was bright red, its swollen head deep purple and glistening with her juice, and so hard - it had felt like a hickory baseball bat reaming her vagina - that he struggled to cover it as he pulled up his pants and tried to stuff it inside. Ali's clutching hands found her shorts and panties pooled around one ankle. She threaded her other leg through them and desperately tugged them up, but realized how exposed she still was. The air was cool on her bare left nipple, still wet with Sean's saliva, hard, bright red, tilted up and poking out under her bra, which Sean had pried it so he could grab and suck her tit.
As the discovered lovers scrambled madly to dress, Clytemnestra continued venting her spleen. "Oh God, Sean! How could you? What do you see in this slut? Look at that tiny titty! I've got much better boobs, rounder, fuller, much bigger. Plus look at her skinny ass! Mine's to die for -- just ask anyone! And I fuck you so well. Even give you head. God almighty! What could you possibly see in this, this, this...this little whore?!"
Even through her rage, the anguish in Clytemnestra's voice was evident. Ali quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse as the actress drew a new breath and loosed another salvo of vituperation.
"And worst of all, Sean, you were screwing her! Oh! My! God! How could you do this to me! You've betrayed me again, been unfaithful! I know you fucked this little slut at the party! In front of my friends! I heard ALL about it. How mortifying! And after we've been together for so long, been so devoted, so much in love, even after you've met my parents, and we became engaged! How could you?!"
His clothes finally back in order, Sean came unstuck. "Whoa! Hold on a minute, Elena! Yes, I have met your parents, and we have been seeing each other for a while, but we're not engaged. No way!"
"Of course we are, Sean. Everyone knows it. Just ask any of our friends. Even if it isn't official yet, we're definitely a committed couple and are going to be together forever. Oh misery!" Elena's voice dissolved into uncontrolled sobbing, pathetic weeping, and, the back of her hand theatrically clasped to her forehead, she collapsed onto Ali's rug, a heap of desolation.
Somehow, despite her uncontrollable keening, Elena was able to continue her screed, pathetically blurting out, "Oh Sean! I forgive you for your transgressions. I know this tramp threw herself at you and you were too weak and too drunk to resist. It's all right. I forgive you. I love you so dearly! I had to come here, to find you, to pull you back to sanity. To me. I'm so miserable without you. Only you can heal me, make me whole again. Please, my darling, come. Come into my arms."
Alison was crushed when Sean slid to the floor and took Elena in his arms, holding her gently, rocking, comforting, whispering, "It's all right, Elena. Everything will be OK, I promise."
Though reeling from the shock and pain isvecbahis yeni giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) of Sean abandoning her to console Elena, the passion, the desire, the fiery ardor that she had felt consuming him just a minute ago as they were making love more fervidly than she had imagined possible, came flooding back, swamping Ali's mind. She knew she loved him, and was certain their connection was real. This wasn't right, and could not stand! Time to fight!
She took Sean's chin in her hand -- what a nice parallel to her dream -- turned his head to her, and kissed him. Though stunned, once the shock wore off he kissed her back. Buoyed by his response, the confirmation of his attraction, their connection, and having won the first skirmish, Ali pressed her advantage. "Sean, I love you. Truly love you. It is fated that we be together. Search your heart. You know it's true." She kissed him again. Alison was elated when Sean released Elena and embraced her, and she melted into him in total joy at feeling his passion for her rekindle, blossom, and consume his entire body. It was true bliss.
Her cheek stung like fire and Alison stumbled backwards onto the floor, stunned by Elena's vicious slap. Fury replaced anguish in her voice as Elena launched her counterattack. "Sean, this girl is a total slut! Haven't you seen the pictures on Reddit? She shows everything, I mean every single thing! Her tits, her asshole, her cunt, even getting fucked! Who would do that? A sleazy whore, that's who!"
Seeing Sean's confusion, that he was perturbed, torn, Elena continued her onslaught. "Here, look, see for yourself. I downloaded all her vile porn before she deleted it. Look at this, how the slut spreads her legs wide and even pulls her pussy lips apart. Disgusting! Here! Look at this whore!" Elena pressed her phone into Sean's hands and Alison was terrified by how his eyes grew wide with intense concentration.
Knowing she was losing the battle, losing him, Ali pleaded, "Sean, please understand. It was just something Nikki and I did for fun. It was like a game, a lark, and I'm so sorry. I deleted everything. They're no longer..." Ali's voice faded when she saw that Sean was utterly intent, totally rapt, flipping from one screen on Elena's phone to another. He wasn't hearing her at all. Not a single word. Her anguish grew as she saw him fixate on one picture, then another. Then another and yet another. Endlessly.
Reeling in devastation at the realization that she had ruined everything, had perhaps driven away the true love of her life, Ali began weeping softly, disconsolately. Then, in a desperate, final defiant foray, she draped herself onto Sean, urgently trying one last time to win him back. To make him understand. "Oh Sean, forgive me. I was so naïve and stupid. But it just seemed fun, harmless... I'm so sorry, forgive..." Sean was so intent on the phone he just shrugged her off, elbowing away the random distraction. Jostled aside, defeated, Ali crumbled to the floor, sobbing in abject misery.
Through her tears Ali saw the look of triumph, of exultant malice suffusing Elena's visage as she kept staring at Ali while she pulled Sean to her. She turned his head away from the phone and kissed him, and it broke his fanatical focus. "Sean, my love, my lover, come with me now. You know the truth about this insignificant nothing, this worthless tramp, but I will make you forget her. We'll make love all afternoon; you can even fuck my ass, whatever you want, darling. Just, let's go. Now."
Both women were shocked at how hard Sean roughly shoved Elena away. As she sprawled backwards on her ass, his voice cut like a knife. "Elena, you're a bitch! I've just seen all your emails and texts. You're the one who outed Alison! You sent her site to all your friends and told them to tell everyone, to print the worst pics and to put them, with her account info, up everywhere on campus. That was terrible, horrible, even evil. You are the most despicable woman alive. I wouldn't fuck you if yours was the last cunt on earth. We're through!"
Elena's transition into devastated, heart-rending pain and angst was breathtaking in its immediacy. "Oh Sean! You must understand. Alice told me how you'd fucked this bitch at the party, and when she asked Nikki if she'd really posted her tits on the web, she said yes and told her that this whore had, too. She even gave Alice their user names. You needed to see the truth, Sean, my darling. All I did was..." As she wailed on and on, sobbing and weeping, even before Sean spoke, Alison could see the actress, overplaying the role of the aggrieved, wronged heroine, emoting, giving it her all.
"Oh no, Elena, I'm on to your tricks! I see through you now, how you manipulated and controlled me for months. It's over, starting this second. You're as phony as your tears. Get out! Now!"
The weeping and sobbing stopped instantly, as if on cue, and Elena's voice betrayed the bilious malice in her heart. "You'll regret this, Sean! I've spent a lot of time on you, trying to train you so you'd be worthy of me. What a waste! I'll get even with you, just like I did with isvecbahis giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) this whore. Now, give me my phone!" Noble Clytemnestra stood tall, her bearing regal and righteous, her hand extended expectantly.
Sean's voice was soft, controlled, as cold and menacing as when he'd laid down the law for the jerks the previous night. "Elena, just leave. Yes, I've seen the pictures that Alison posted. Some are risqué, others erotic, a few are lewd, and several - like when she's being fucked or spreading her pussy - are truly pornographic. She made a serious mistake, but she is young and naïve, whereas you are shallow, conniving and cruel.
"And I'm keeping your phone. My friend Floyd is a lawyer. Every single person who got your emails and texts is going to delete all trace of them. If any picture ever shows up again, we'll sue the hell out of them. You are the most despicable woman alive and I can't wait to be rid of you. Leave."
On the floor where she had slumped after Sean had shrugged her away, Alison's cheek was still throbbing from Elena's vicious blow. The pain, the sting and injury from Sean's harsh depiction of her posts as porn was far worse, however, because she suddenly realized it was true. She dissolved in hopeless desolation, ruing being so immature, so foolish, for getting carried away and posting such sordid pictures and videos. Knowing the extent of the damage she had inadvertently done, she curled into a defensive ball on the floor, crying miserably, hoping to die.
The door slamming after Elena stomped out, Sean's softer footfalls walking to the door, and its click as it closed, penetrated Ali's aura of devastated anguish. Knowing Sean had left, too, infinitely increased Alison's deep despair and she began gasping for breath between heaving sobs. Her weeping consumed her as she berated herself endlessly for her stupidity.
Sean was gone. Forever. She had blown it. By posting nudes, and exposing everything on Reddit, she'd acted like a foolish total slut, a wanton woman. No wonder he'd rejected her and walked out! It had just felt like having naughty fun with Nikki, but she had offended and driven away the man with whom she knew she was fated to be. Mr. Right. Her heartbroken torment rolled over her in waves, shaking her entire body with wracking sobs. Oh God, would she had known! She would give anything if she could go back in time and redo everything.
From the apartment next door, the faint music began again. Ali heard just the low droning bass and bass drum, in a measured "long, short-short, long, long" rhythm. "Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah. Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah," over and over. She recognized it, dimly remembering the professor's demonstration of the meter of epic poetry. Alison found her moans and wails naturally falling into in sync with the drumbeats. The omnipresent scent of the weed they were always smoking next door was stronger than ever, overwhelming.
What!
The hand on Alison's chin stunned her. As in a dream, as in THE dream, she rose as the hand lifted her head, pulling her to her feet. She opened her eyes. Sean! He hadn't left! He'd just closed the door when it had sprung back open after Elena had slammed it. His face was serious, assessing. His eyes probed hers, and she felt they were piercing into her very soul. His lips were curled in the thinest of smiles. As in the dream, it seemed a cold, knowing, almost cruel smile.
His hand left her chin and joined his other at her lapels. The buttons of her blouse tinkled on the floor as he ripped it open. It slid off her arms and floated down as Sean's powerful hands grasped her bra and rent it in two. The hand returned to her chin and lifted her head. He locked her eyes to his as his other hand found her right breast and possessed it.
Alison began to understand. Fate was starting to play out, inevitably, inexorably.
She blinked the tears from her eyes so she could meet his gaze more clearly, more directly. Her hands undid the clasp and zipper of her shorts and, also taking her panties, worked them down. Once past her butt they fell, and she kicked them away.
Sean's cool smile warmed slightly when his finger found her wet. His visage continued to thaw as he probed her, entered her, and began sliding in and out, up and down. It felt right, foretold, just as in her dream.
Alison shuddered from the frissons of feverish fire shooting from her sex. Her knees felt weak, but her wobbling body was buttressed by the hand firmly holding her chin. Her eyes closed, succumbing to the gathering heat.
"Look at me!" Sean whispered ardently.
It was a command. She obeyed, though her eyes flickered. Her climax was nearing.
His fingers stayed steady, but penetrated deeper with each stroke. Alison's breathing became shallow and rapid, her legs shaky, but she strove to keep her eyes on his. His smile transformed further. She saw naked desire, lascivious craving.
The "Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah," pervading the room became louder, and his probes synchronized with it. The smell of marijuana hung heavy in the murky air. As her orgasm approached, the waves isvecbahis güvenilirmi (http://serieztv.com/bahis/isvecbahis/) of arousal and passion made the room begin to swim around her, lights flickering, colors streaming.
"Give me your eyes!" Sean's voice was deep, commanding. Irresistible. "Briseis! Hear me! We must complete the sacred ceremony, be joined forever. As Zeus so decreed. Are you now mine? Do you give yourself to me completely and forever? Answer me!"
Alison found that, despite the overwhelming power of the passion building inside her, the shivering convulsions from the orgasm's approach, she could still keep her eyes open. His orbs seethed with passion as they burned into hers, questioning, demanding. Now certain of the truth, the words poured out of her from elsewhere, from a deep corner of her she'd never known. "Yes, Achilles, I am yours. Completely." Despite the trembling, twitching, and shaking, still she stood steady.
Until the end.
The orgasm surged up from her center and took everything away. Her breath, her mind, her strength, everything. As her legs gave out, Briseis fell forward, onto Achilles, supported only by the hand on her jaw and the fingers in her pussy. He effortlessly scooped her up and laid her on her bed.
Standing beside her he continued his commands. "Take out my penis. Put it in your mouth."
Briseis' hands moved automatically, did as Achilles demanded. After his pants were undone, she lowered them, slid to the side of the bed and pulled his erect penis to her. "Yes, that's the way," Achilles said as Briseis bobbed her head, mouthing the tip and first inches of his shaft, up and down in the "Dah dum-dum dah, dah" rhythm of the omnipresent bass. When his stroking fingers, smoothing her hair, fell into the same pattern, Briseis knew that he, too, was hearing it, was feeling the mystical aura surrounding them.
His fingers parting her labia drew her moan from deep within. Plateaued at a high level, Briseis knew she was close to coming again, and had to concentrate hard to maintain her fellatio, to control her lips and tongue. When the fire surged so high, burned so hot that she lost control of her hands, tongue and mouth, the fingers in her pussy stopped, and the weight of the heel of his hand on her pubic bone pinned her to the mattress, holding her motionless, withholding that last little bit of stimulation she so needed. Achilles' other hand, fingers embedded in her hair, held her head steady as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth as her body trembled and shook in helpless, unfulfilled need.
Only when she showed him she had recovered, when she could control herself and resumed sucking, jacking, and bobbing, did Achilles again begin to slide his fingers in and out of Briseis' pussy, up and down over her clitoris. Only to stop immediately when she again lost control as the overwhelming waves of seething fire swirled out of her vulva and consumed her consciousness. She quivered on the edge, held motionless, denied, as he cycled his prick in and out of her mouth.
As she lay on her bed, her hips flat and pinned fast, her shoulders canted to Achilles so her mouth could stay fastened on his penis, Briseis breathed deeply, inhaling the incense, the drug from next-door. The drums and bass grew louder, and the flickering lights in the room brightened as the streaks of colors swirled more intensely around her. She knew, absolutely knew from the depths of her core that this was fate, that Sean was Achilles, come back over the millennia to claim her. To claim Briseis.
But, God, how she needed to come!
She struggled to gain control of her lips and hands again, and was gratified by Achilles' ardent, "Yes, just like that. Suck it, suck it hard. Get it ready to fuck you!" Her hand began to slide the skin along the magnificent shaft, her tongue began to lick around the rim of the tender head, and her neck pulled and pushed her mouth up and down. She gurgled in delight when he began to move his fingers again. From her even higher plateau, so near the peak, it was only seconds until the fire consumed her brain and her motions became spasmodic.
After freezing his fingers, Achilles confirmed all that she sensed. "No, not yet Briseis. Wait, wait to come until I'm inside you, until we are truly joined. Till we are one." She choked slightly as he drove his cock deep into her throat, further than before. The reflexive gagging helped her regain herself, pull back from the precipice, and Achilles again rewarded her with his fingers at the first lick of her tongue. As she yet once more approached the summit, she melted as he confirmed their destiny. "Yes, sweet Briseis. Feel my fingers, deep within you. Soon it will be my penis. I will possess you, as Zeus decreed."
This time his fingers had hardly begun to move, to fuck her, when she again lost her limbs. She could not help but attempt to grind her clitoris against his fingers, trying desperately for the last little bit of stimulation she needed to crest, to find release. But Sean, no! Achilles, she corrected herself, held her fast, the heavy weight on her pubic bone pinning her to the mattress as he curled his fingers off her clit, keeping the tips inside her vagina. She could not move, and he kept her immobilized, pumping his penis in her mouth, pushing it deeper down her throat, until her gagging helped her regain some of her senses.