Chapter 18: Ace flips them violently, pinning CC's wrists as she grabs the harness from its hiding spot - 'You want the real thing, baby? Then take it like a good slut,' she growls, shoving the thick silicone cock into CC's dripping pussy without warning, making her scream.
The stale sweetness of last night's cheap beer clung to the air, mingling with the faint scent of CC's vanilla body lotion. Dust motes danced in the harsh bar of morning sunlight slicing through the gap in the curtains, landing squarely on Ace’s closed eyelids. She groaned, shifting her tall frame. Her muscles, pleasantly sore from yesterday's practice and the shower, protested. Something warm and insistent was moving against her hip.
She cracked an eye open.
CC. Perched astride her waist, naked except for the thin sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone. Her long blonde hair was a messy halo backlit by the sun. But it wasn’t her nudity that punched the air from Ace’s lungs. It was the phone clutched in CC’s hand, angled towards Ace just enough.
The screen flickered. Steam. Tiles. Kneeling. A dark head pressed back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Ace’s own choked groan, tinny and distant, emanated from the speaker. Her cock disappearing down CC’s throat. Over. And over.
"Holy shit," Ace rasped, her voice thick with sleep and disbelief. She tried to sit up, but CC planted a hand firmly on her sternum, keeping her pinned to the rumpled sheets. CC didn’t look away from the screen. Her green eyes were dilated, fever-bright, fixed on the image of herself gagging, tears streaking her cheeks.
Ace felt the movement then. CC wasn’t just sitting. Her hips were grinding down in a slow, sinuous circle. The slick heat of CC’s pussy was pressed directly against the hard ridge of Ace’s lower abdomen. Ace’s hand, trapped beneath the small of CC’s back, was wet. Fingers buried deep.
"Seventeen times," CC breathed, her voice husky, strained. She finally tore her gaze from the phone, looking down at Ace. Her pupils were blown black, swallowing the green. "Watched it… seventeen fucking times since… since you passed out." She shifted her weight, sinking lower, grinding Ace’s knuckles harder inside her. Ace felt the clench, the pulsing wet heat around her fingers. "God, the way you used me…"
CC moaned, arching her back. Ace instinctively curled her fingers, pressing against that spongy spot inside her she knew drove CC wild. CC cried out, a sharp, desperate sound that echoed the one on the phone. Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantic circles.
"Fuck! Yes, yes!" CC gasped, riding Ace’s hand with increasing urgency. Her breasts heaved, nipples pebbled tight. The phone slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the sheets, the video still playing its lewd loop. "Feels… so good… Ace… but…"
She slammed her hips down hard, taking Ace’s fingers to the knuckle, grinding her clit against Ace’s palm. Ace could feel the tremors starting deep in CC’s core.
"But I need…" CC panted, sweat beading on her upper lip. She leaned forward, her hands braced on Ace’s shoulders, her face inches away. Her breath hitched. "I need you to fuck me properly. Like you mean it." Her eyes dropped deliberately to the space between Ace’s legs, then locked back onto Ace’s stunned gaze. "With that thick fucking strap you keep under your bed."
Ace’s heart hammered against her ribs. That thing? Hidden away, a relic of a past fling, a fantasy she’d never dared indulge with CC. Not until… well, not until the shower made fantasies terrifyingly, exhilaratingly real. The request hung in the air, raw and demanding, cutting through the morning haze.
"You sure?" Ace managed, her voice rough. Her free hand found CC’s hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. Possession surged through her, primal and hot.
CC’s answer was a low growl, almost feral. "Ace, if you don’t get that fucking cock inside me in the next thirty seconds, I swear to god I’ll…" She didn’t finish. She just ground down again, a brutal, demanding roll of her hips that squeezed Ace’s fingers almost painfully. "Now."
No more words. Ace moved. She eased her fingers out slowly, relishing CC’s whimper of protest. With a grunt of effort, Ace leveraged her strength, rolling them both sideways in a tangle of limbs until CC was beneath her on the messy sheets. Ace pinned CC’s wrists above her head with one hand – a move that sent a fresh jolt of arousal sparking through both of them – and leaned over the side of the narrow dorm bed.
Her fingers scrabbled under the metal frame, past dust bunnies and a lost textbook, until they closed on the hard plastic case. She yanked it out. Flicked the latches. The dark silicone strap lay coiled inside, thick and intimidatingly realistic, the harness folded beneath it. Ace’s hands trembled slightly as she pulled it out, the weight of it, the implication, suddenly immense in the bright morning light.
CC watched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes glued to the dildo. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "Fuck. It’s… bigger than I remembered."
Ace didn’t answer. Her focus was absolute. She shrugged into the harness with practiced speed, tightening the straps over her hips. The weight settled against her, the thick silicone shaft jutting forward, glistening faintly in the sunlight. It felt alien yet utterly right. Commanding. She knelt back on the bed, straddling CC’s thighs. Her gaze raked over the smaller girl – flushed skin, swollen lips, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate hunger, her wet, glistening pussy exposed and open.
Ace reached down, gripped the base of the strap. She lined the broad, rounded head up against CC’s slick entrance. The pressure was immense. Ace could feel the resistance, the tight heat.
"Look at me," Ace commanded, her voice low and dangerous.
CC’s eyes snapped to hers, wide and vulnerable.
"Tell me you want it," Ace growled.
"Please," CC whispered, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. "Please, Ace… fuck me. Hard. With that fucking cock."
Ace pushed. Slowly. Deliberately. The thick head stretched CC wide, forcing her open. CC gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her head pressing back into the pillow. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, then snapped open, locking onto Ace’s face again. Ace watched the moment of intense pressure, the yielding, the moment CC’s body accepted the invasion. She kept pushing, an inexorable slide, feeling every ridge, every pulse of CC’s inner muscles trying to accommodate the sheer girth. It was tighter than anything she’d ever felt with her fingers, an almost brutal stretch.
She bottomed out, the harness pressing firmly against CC’s clit, the full, intimidating length buried inside her. CC’s mouth formed a perfect 'O', a choked sound escaping her. Tears welled in her eyes again – tears of overwhelm, of intense sensation, of pure, unadulterated need. Her inner walls clenched like a vice around the silicone shaft.
"Christ… so… full," CC gasped, her voice trembling. "Fuck… Ace…"
"Open your eyes," Ace ordered, her own breath ragged. She pulled back slowly, dragging the thick shaft almost all the way out, watching, mesmerized, as CC’s stretched entrance clung to it. "Look at what you asked for."
CC obeyed, her gaze dropping briefly to where they were joined, her pussy stretched obscenely wide around the dark silicone, glistening with her own wetness. A moan ripped from her throat, half-pain, half-bliss. "Fucking… give it to me… now."
Ace didn’t need telling twice. She slammed back in. Hard.
The sound was obscene – a wet, meaty slap of silicone against flesh, followed immediately by CC’s ragged cry. Ace set a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with powerful thrusts of her hips. The harness straps dug into her skin. The bedframe creaked in protest.
"YES! FUCK! Like that!" CC screamed, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Her body arched off the mattress, meeting Ace’s thrusts with desperate bucks of her own hips. Her tits bounced wildly with each powerful drive. "Harder! God, Ace, harder! Use me! Fuck me like I’m just your… your fucking hole!"
The filthy words, the raw demand, ignited something primal in Ace. She leaned forward, bracing herself over CC, fucking her deeper, faster. Each thrust hammered CC down into the mattress. Ace watched the expressions flicker across CC’s face – pain twisting into overwhelming pleasure, eyes rolling back, mouth slack, drool trickling from the corner. CC’s cries dissolved into guttural, animalistic grunts, punctuated by Ace’s own harsh gasps. The air filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic creak of the bed, their combined, ragged panting.
Ace shifted her angle slightly, grinding the base of the harness hard against CC’s clit with every deep plunge. CC’s body locked up instantly. A high-pitched, keening wail tore from her throat, raw and primal. Her pussy clenched in agonizingly tight spasms around the thick shaft buried inside her. Ace kept thrusting, relentlessly, fucking CC through the violent contractions, feeling the intense fluttering rhythm pulling at the silicone.
"Again! Fuck! Making me… again!" CC sobbed, her body convulsing under Ace’s relentless pace, a second, shattering orgasm ripping through her even as the first subsided. Her nails raked down Ace’s back, drawing sharp lines of fire.
The sight, the feel, the utter surrender – Ace felt her own climax roaring up from her core, a tidal wave threatening to drown her. The harness pressed firmly against her clit was pure friction, but it was CC’s wrecked expression, her pussy milking the fake cock, her choked cries of "Fill me, Ace, god, fill me!" that sent Ace over the edge.
With a guttural roar that sounded alien to her own ears, Ace slammed in one final, brutal time, burying the strap to the hilt. She ground against CC, her body rigid, shaking violently as blinding heat and pressure exploded through her. Wave after wave of intense sensation crashed over her, leaving her trembling, sweat stinging her eyes, pinned above the girl who’d just shattered every boundary between them.
CC whimpered beneath her, her body still twitching with aftershocks, her pussy rhythmically fluttering around the thick intrusion. Ace collapsed forward, catching herself on her forearms, her face buried in the sweaty crook of CC’s neck. Their harsh, ragged breaths mingled in the sudden, heavy silence. Sunlight glared down, illuminating the sweat-sheened skin, the tangled sheets, the discarded phone still silently playing the steam-filled memory on the rumpled duvet. Ace’s harness pressed uncomfortably between them, a stark, undeniable reminder, slick with CC’s arousal. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. The world had narrowed to the frantic pulse beating against her cheek and the terrifying, exhilarating realization of what they’d just unleashed.