[Fill] Suck it up, Cheerleader (1/?)
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October 12 2015, 19:39:39 UTC
Chapter 1
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“Ah!” winced Miranda. “That stings! Be careful, Jack!” Miranda's skin burned all over, a throbbing heat that she couldn't ignore.
“Aw, suck it up, cheerleader,” replied Jack. “I've still got your whole front to do.” Jack's hands nevertheless touched her more lightly, gently massaging the suncream into her skin. “How the hell did you manage to get burned on both sides, anyway?”
“I don't know,” Miranda said in a small voice. When she reached up to take one of Jack's greasy hands, the skin on her arm, shoulder and chest felt like it would crack open. “Jack. I love you,” she said.
“Don't get all mushy on me, princess,” Jack replied. “You know it turns me on.” Jack released Miranda's hand and laid it carefully down by her side. “Turn over and I'll do your front,” she said.
Miranda levered herself over, waves of heat and pain radiating from her skin. Her legs weren't so bad but her front ached even worse than her back. She didn't want to look down. It hurt so bad she was expecting to see blisters and pus. Tears collected at the corners of her eyes. “Jack. Please. Please, don't.”
“Aw, come on, Miranda, I'll be really gentle,” said Jack, dropping her tough guy act for a moment. “You'll feel better.” Jack started to rub gently at her collarbone, working her way down a centimeter at a time.
“Uh!” Miranda cried out. Then she took a deep breath and let it shudder out of her. When her salt tears dripped from her reddened cheeks onto her breasts, they burned like acid. She clenched her teeth against the pain.
Jack continued to rub lower and lower, her touch ever more delicate as she started on the soft flesh of Miranda's breasts. Miranda would be loving this at any other time, normally Jack handled her roughly and carelessly. But even the lightest touch was exquisite torture right now. “Shit, your tits took the worst of it,” said Jack. “You know, if you weren't hurting so bad I'd be pissed at you. What were you thinking?”
Miranda spoke through gritted teeth. “I must have fallen asleep,” she managed. “It was so nice here. With you.”
“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river. OK, you ready?” asked Jack. “I'm gonna have to do your nips.”
“No, Jack, please, no...” blubbered Miranda.
“Sorry, princess,” said Jack as she spread a blob of cream on each of Miranda's nipples. Fire erupted from them to engulf her consciousness.
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“Ah!” winced Miranda. “That stings! Be careful, Jack!” Miranda's skin burned all over, a throbbing heat that she couldn't ignore.
“Aw, suck it up, cheerleader,” replied Jack. “I've still got your whole front to do.” Jack's hands nevertheless touched her more lightly, gently massaging the suncream into her skin. “How the hell did you manage to get burned on both sides, anyway?”
“I don't know,” Miranda said in a small voice. When she reached up to take one of Jack's greasy hands, the skin on her arm, shoulder and chest felt like it would crack open. “Jack. I love you,” she said.
“Don't get all mushy on me, princess,” Jack replied. “You know it turns me on.” Jack released Miranda's hand and laid it carefully down by her side. “Turn over and I'll do your front,” she said.
Miranda levered herself over, waves of heat and pain radiating from her skin. Her legs weren't so bad but her front ached even worse than her back. She didn't want to look down. It hurt so bad she was expecting to see blisters and pus. Tears collected at the corners of her eyes. “Jack. Please. Please, don't.”
“Aw, come on, Miranda, I'll be really gentle,” said Jack, dropping her tough guy act for a moment. “You'll feel better.” Jack started to rub gently at her collarbone, working her way down a centimeter at a time.
“Uh!” Miranda cried out. Then she took a deep breath and let it shudder out of her. When her salt tears dripped from her reddened cheeks onto her breasts, they burned like acid. She clenched her teeth against the pain.
Jack continued to rub lower and lower, her touch ever more delicate as she started on the soft flesh of Miranda's breasts. Miranda would be loving this at any other time, normally Jack handled her roughly and carelessly. But even the lightest touch was exquisite torture right now. “Shit, your tits took the worst of it,” said Jack. “You know, if you weren't hurting so bad I'd be pissed at you. What were you thinking?”
Miranda spoke through gritted teeth. “I must have fallen asleep,” she managed. “It was so nice here. With you.”
“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river. OK, you ready?” asked Jack. “I'm gonna have to do your nips.”
“No, Jack, please, no...” blubbered Miranda.
“Sorry, princess,” said Jack as she spread a blob of cream on each of Miranda's nipples. Fire erupted from them to engulf her consciousness.
She woke up screaming. “Jack, no!”
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