[Fill] Suck it up, Cheerleader (18/?)
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October 20 2015, 19:51:25 UTC
They were in a state of constant, near desperate arousal. They'd been doing their best not to think about it. Masturbation provided little relief. They hadn't quite agreed not to have sex with each other, Miranda had just never considered it and expected Jack to follow her lead.
“You're hurting, me, Jack,” said Miranda, although she was too proud to let any sign of pain into her voice. She thought she could probably get Jack off her, if she tried. But she didn't try. A part of her thought she deserved to be punished for getting them all into the situation. For letting down her guard, for getting captured, and then for not fighting as hard as she could against it.
Her more devious side thought that Jack needed to be distracted. Miranda could take a lot. Jack had pushed her limits before. Let her try again.
“Yeah? So fucking what? You're mine now, bitch,” replied Jack, one hand maintaining contact with the nipple that kept Miranda subdued, the other now exploring her slick, puffy folds. “You're going to get me off, cheerleader. You're going to get Jack, off.”
Jack seemed pleased with the old gag. Miranda flushed red with need as Jack manipulated her expertly, fingers pressing and gliding across her lips and clit.
“Well?” said Jack threateningly. “Come on. Cheer! J! Say it, you fucking cold-hearted cow!”
Miranda's eyes widened as she realised how Jack intended to humiliate her. “J,” said Miranda, trying to sound neutral and bored, but unable to mask her need.
“Yeah, you fucking love it, don't you, control freak,” said Jack, twisting her nipple slowly from left to right and back again. “Next!”
“A,” gasped Miranda, her resistance failing, the pain at her nipple and the pleasure between her legs creating a rush of conflicting chemistries within her. “C.”
Jack slid forward a little and began to drag her own mound back and forth on Miranda's belly.
“K,” came out of Miranda more like a moan as Jack used her roughly. Miranda's stomach muscles tightened and she arched her back a little. She told herself she was trying to dislodge Jack. That she was absolutely in control. She was letting Jack do this. She could make it stop at any time.
“And what does that spell?” said Jack, humping away furiously, twisting Miranda's nipple to make her point.
“Jack!” Miranda declared in a strained whisper, her head back, so close to her climax. “Oh, Jack!” she exclaimed softly again.
Jack let out a cry of frustration and threw herself forward, getting one of her legs between Miranda's and clenching it between her thighs, trying to maximise the contact with her pussy. Tears were streaming down her face. “Fuck you,” she said. “Fuck you, cheerleader. Get me off. Make me come.”
Miranda slid a hand down between her thigh and Jack's insistent crotch. Jack arched her back as Miranda made contact with her clit, pushing down on her hand as hard as she could. Miranda levered herself up on her free elbow for better purchase and found herself face to face with Jack's nipples.
She could see little white spots at their tips.
Miranda curled her index finger slightly and moved her hand back and forth at high speed. As Jack closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, she dipped her neck forwards and enveloped one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.
Jack screamed like a girl and tried to twist away, but Miranda had formed a perfect seal with her plump lips and wouldn't let her go. Miranda felt a rush of fluid coat her hand just as a powerful spurt hit the back of her throat. She kept rubbing at Jack's clit while she sucked repeatedly at her nipple, not stopping to swallow, until her mouth was full of creamy milk and she had to spit.
Jack's arms pushed weakly at her shoulders and she wailed miserably. “Ah, fuck,” she wept in a high voice. “Fuck.” Her hand went to her breast as Miranda relinquished it, hesitantly probing the nipple as if she couldn't believe it was still attached.
Miranda waited until Jack looked her in the eyes, then lowered her own meekly, and slowly moved to envelop Jack's other nipple in her mouth.
“Yeah, that's right, bitch,” said Jack, through tears, fear showing through her bravado. “Suck it.”
“You're hurting, me, Jack,” said Miranda, although she was too proud to let any sign of pain into her voice. She thought she could probably get Jack off her, if she tried. But she didn't try. A part of her thought she deserved to be punished for getting them all into the situation. For letting down her guard, for getting captured, and then for not fighting as hard as she could against it.
Her more devious side thought that Jack needed to be distracted. Miranda could take a lot. Jack had pushed her limits before. Let her try again.
“Yeah? So fucking what? You're mine now, bitch,” replied Jack, one hand maintaining contact with the nipple that kept Miranda subdued, the other now exploring her slick, puffy folds. “You're going to get me off, cheerleader. You're going to get Jack, off.”
Jack seemed pleased with the old gag. Miranda flushed red with need as Jack manipulated her expertly, fingers pressing and gliding across her lips and clit.
“Well?” said Jack threateningly. “Come on. Cheer! J! Say it, you fucking cold-hearted cow!”
Miranda's eyes widened as she realised how Jack intended to humiliate her. “J,” said Miranda, trying to sound neutral and bored, but unable to mask her need.
“Yeah, you fucking love it, don't you, control freak,” said Jack, twisting her nipple slowly from left to right and back again. “Next!”
“A,” gasped Miranda, her resistance failing, the pain at her nipple and the pleasure between her legs creating a rush of conflicting chemistries within her. “C.”
Jack slid forward a little and began to drag her own mound back and forth on Miranda's belly.
“K,” came out of Miranda more like a moan as Jack used her roughly. Miranda's stomach muscles tightened and she arched her back a little. She told herself she was trying to dislodge Jack. That she was absolutely in control. She was letting Jack do this. She could make it stop at any time.
“And what does that spell?” said Jack, humping away furiously, twisting Miranda's nipple to make her point.
“Jack!” Miranda declared in a strained whisper, her head back, so close to her climax. “Oh, Jack!” she exclaimed softly again.
Jack let out a cry of frustration and threw herself forward, getting one of her legs between Miranda's and clenching it between her thighs, trying to maximise the contact with her pussy. Tears were streaming down her face. “Fuck you,” she said. “Fuck you, cheerleader. Get me off. Make me come.”
Miranda slid a hand down between her thigh and Jack's insistent crotch. Jack arched her back as Miranda made contact with her clit, pushing down on her hand as hard as she could. Miranda levered herself up on her free elbow for better purchase and found herself face to face with Jack's nipples.
She could see little white spots at their tips.
Miranda curled her index finger slightly and moved her hand back and forth at high speed. As Jack closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, she dipped her neck forwards and enveloped one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.
Jack screamed like a girl and tried to twist away, but Miranda had formed a perfect seal with her plump lips and wouldn't let her go. Miranda felt a rush of fluid coat her hand just as a powerful spurt hit the back of her throat. She kept rubbing at Jack's clit while she sucked repeatedly at her nipple, not stopping to swallow, until her mouth was full of creamy milk and she had to spit.
Jack's arms pushed weakly at her shoulders and she wailed miserably. “Ah, fuck,” she wept in a high voice. “Fuck.” Her hand went to her breast as Miranda relinquished it, hesitantly probing the nipple as if she couldn't believe it was still attached.
Miranda waited until Jack looked her in the eyes, then lowered her own meekly, and slowly moved to envelop Jack's other nipple in her mouth.
“Yeah, that's right, bitch,” said Jack, through tears, fear showing through her bravado. “Suck it.”
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