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“Can you just… In? Jackie. Please?”
“Someone’s needy,” Jackie says, a trill of a laugh spilling from her lips as Shauna struggles to stay still. For the most part, Jackie doesn’t mind the wriggling. Shauna’s awfully cute like this: on her belly, pretty round ass propped up by the pillow wedged under her hips. “Patience is a virtue, Shauna. You’ve waited all week for this; surely you can wait another minute or two to get your ass fucked.”
Shauna turns her head, cheek squished against the mattress, and peers at Jackie with impatient thunderclouds for eyes. Her face doesn’t get the message, apparently, as a bright flush floods in to offset the attitude swirling in her gaze.
“Do you have to be so… blunt about it? Getting my ass fucked sounds vulgar,” she grumbles, brow furrowing.
Jackie’s straddling her legs, sitting on the back of Shauna’s muscular thighs. The skin-colored silicone cock strapped to her hips rests heavy against Shauna’s bare ass—a promise and a warning rolled into one.
“I do, actually,” Jackie tells her with a thoughtful hum, giving Shauna a firm little pat on the ass. “How else am I supposed to make you blush?”
“That’s mean.” Shauna puffs out a sigh, arms folding up to grab another pillow to hug beneath her head for extra cushioning. “Just do it,” she mutters, big brown eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzles into the pillow so she doesn’t have to look at Jackie.
It always goes a little like that: Shauna getting shy just moments before, just as Jackie’s settling behind her and closing in and preparing to expose the most intimate parts of her.
“Fine, fine.” Relenting even as a small smirk tugs at her mouth, Jackie slicks her cock with cold lube and spreads Shauna’s cheeks apart. “Hold still.”
The muscles in Shauna’s back ripple as she tenses, and a soft keening sound escapes her throat as Jackie notches up against her. She’s been prepped well enough (plugged half the day and worked open by three of Jackie’s slender fingers for good measure) but her hole still quivers with the slightest resistance as Jackie starts to push. She goes slower than she needs to, painfully slow, and tells herself it’s because she’s being kind, because Shauna deserves a gentle touch. She’s just making sure Shauna is as comfortable as can be, and if doing so also makes sure Shauna feels every single millimeter of Jackie’s cock as it breaches the puckered ring of her anus, well. That’s perfectly fine.
The head pops fully into Shauna’s asshole with a firm push and—oh. Jackie stops. Stills her hips. Looks. And, really, how could she not? Because Shauna is already fluttering around the stretch, an arrhythmic clench and release that’s so fucking pretty to watch (because every part of Shauna is pretty to Jackie, yes, but also because Jackie knows that Shauna isn’t very good at controlling this part of herself when she’s being opened up; she twitches as her muscles tense, tightening with a gasp into the pillow as Jackie rubs a thumb over her rim where it hugs the silicone cock).
“Good girl, Shauna,” Jackie coos, gently kneading the meat of her ass as she starts to penetrate her in earnest. Sinking in inch by inch, watching with rapt attention as Shauna takes it.
And Shauna’s huffing out weak noises one after the other. Little ah, oh, mmm sounds that serve no purpose other than to prove the fact that she does indeed feel every ridge and bump exactly the way Jackie wants her to.
Jackie’s hands drift up to Shauna’s waist, fingertips digging into flushed sweaty flesh to hold her steady as the thickest part of Jackie’s cock (the chubby part around the middle where the shaft bulges out the tiniest bit) pushes in.
“Fuck, Jackie,” Shauna whimpers, hips wriggling beneath Jackie’s weight. “That’s—mmm—that’s good, that’s… Keep going, please, just like that.”
All told, Jackie cannot think of a single thing better than being inside of Shauna. Not soccer, not the mall, not the Range Rover she’s been promised for her eighteenth birthday. Everything pales in comparison to the warmth of her best friend’s body beneath her, Shauna’s slow curves and sweaty skin tucked perfectly up against Jackie, like they were made to fit together. Born to find each other.
And there’s no prettier music than the sound of Shauna’s weak little whine when Jackie says: “What? You don’t want it harder?” She drags her nails across the skin of Shauna’s lower back, a loving scratch. “You don’t want me to pry your legs open and pound your little pink asshole until there are tears in your eyes?”
“G-god, Jackie.” Shauna sputters, back arching into a pretty curve that Jackie might’ve been able to chart if she didn’t drop precalc for an easier A in statistics. She pushes back, nestling the plush fat of her ass against Jackie’s hips as the final inch slips in. “You can’t just say things like that. Fuck.”
“I can,” Jackie counters, petting Shauna’s hips, squeezing tight, holding her there impaled on her cock, “and you like it when I do.”
As evidenced by the thick messy drip of slick drooling from Shauna’s neglected cunt.
Jackie only just filled her to the brim and already she’s moving, having given Shauna no more than a moment to settle into the feeling of being opened up and stuffed. She watches the slow drag and fuck, she can’t help herself. She’s pursing her lips and saliva’s dripping out and Shauna’s trembling like a wounded animal as it slips over her stretched rim.
It’s usually the other way around.
Not exactly like this—never exactly like this, actually, because it’ll be a damn cold day in hell before Jackie ever lets Shauna put anything in her ass—but Jackie isn’t usually the one who spits. That’s Shauna’s thing.
On Jackie’s cunt, in her mouth, on her tits, wherever Shauna can get away with before Jackie tells her to stop being gross and reaches for a towel to wipe it off.
But now Jackie thinks she kind of understands the appeal as she watches her own spit settle on Shauna’s tender flesh. It’s all shimmery and wet and Jackie’s putting her fingers in it before she realizes, smearing it around Shauna’s hole until it shines. The word polish comes to mind and for a moment Jackie almost feels cruel enough to pull out all the way and give it a go with her tongue. But—no, she needs to be inside of her. Needs to fuck her. Everything else can wait.
“Turn over, baby,” Jackie says, because she’s come to the realization that she doesn’t actually care how much Shauna prefers being bent over and mounted. She wants to see her face. “Nice and slow—I’m not pulling out.”
Shauna obeys, slowly slumping and rolling and rearranging her limbs until she’s on her back. Her chest heaves with the effort, skin all flushed and sweaty, cheeks flaring red.
“Like—like this?” she asks, nearly breathless as she settles in, hooking her legs around Jackie’s waist.
Jackie is about to say yes, but then she looks down.
Shauna’s cunt is fucking weeping.
It’s sloppy and neglected and clenching around nothing, and Shauna’s bush is a mess of her own slick. It’s one of the prettiest things Jackie’s ever seen.
“Not quite,” she says, slipping her hands beneath Shauna’s legs to pull them away from her waist. “Hold them open for me?”
The request breeds a fresh bloom of color on Shauna’s face as Jackie guides her legs back, pushing her knees towards her chest, until Shauna nods and takes over. Shauna hooks her arms beneath her knees and spreads herself. The lips of her cunt part just so, just enough to offer a little peek inside, and Jackie promises to bury her face in there until she can’t breathe later.
For now she drags her hands up Shauna’s torso to paw at her chest, rolling stiff nipples between her fingers until Shauna whimpers and whines and rocks her body in an attempt to get Jackie deeper inside of her again.
“Okay, gorgeous,” Jackie says with a gentle laugh. “You’ve been patient enough. Hold still and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”
“Yes—yes, please.”
So eager, Jackie thinks, but she doesn’t tease.
She gives Shauna what she wants.
Which is almost always, and certainly in this case, to have Jackie so fucking deep inside of her that the two of them may as well be one. With a push she slides back into the grasping depths of Shauna’s ass, filling her in one swift go, much to Shauna’s delight.
“Fuck, Jax, you’re so deep.”
“Damn right.” Jackie’s lips twitch, smirking. She finds a rhythm, begins to thrust, and drops her hands to the backs of Shauna’s thighs to steady herself. There’s hardly any resistance now; Shauna’s relaxing more and more by the second, muscles loose, eyelids heavy, precious little hole opening up perfectly to take what’s given.
Shauna’s mouth hangs open as her body rocks in time with each of Jackie’s thrusts, the dull slap of her hips against Shauna’s ass echoing in the quiet room.
They’re both moaning now, sounds melding and mixing until Jackie isn’t sure which one of them is being louder. The noises out of her own mouth are breathy and tight, fueled by the awe of watching Shauna take her cock so well. Shauna’s whimpers and moans are all but endless, pouring from her open mouth in a fountainous rush.
“Harder, please,” Shauna begs, her big brown eyes so shiny with desperation as they plead with her from beneath her lashes that Jackie gives in immediately.
Jackie fucks her like it’s her job, like she’ll die if she doesn’t, like there’s some greater power hovering over her shoulder and telling her that this is the path to heaven, buried deep in Shauna’s asshole. And—fuck it, sure—it may as well be, because Jackie still can’t think of a single thing better.
The one thing that might be better, might amp this up to the nth degree that promises bliss and nirvana and salvation, is if it were real. If Jackie could feel the tight lube-slick heat of Shauna wrapped around her flesh and blood. If Jackie could swell and pulse and release inside of Shauna. If Jackie could fill her with cum and lick it out of her hole right as it starts to leak. If Jackie could feel as much of this as Shauna does.
But it’s not about her, not really, no matter how nice all of that would be.
It’s about Shauna.
It always is with Jackie.