for Jackson - after sex plot

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It's been a strange few days. Mac woke up to the island gone completely mad, with people changing ages and sexes and her own boyfriend had been a girlfriend and there was some strange fluidity in her sexual orientation that was more than a little unsettling.

Still, it's worked out so far and while she misses being with Jackson as she knows him, she isn't exactly going to break up with him (her?) over the lack of a penis. She'll just have to get used to life without it, if the island doesn't revert back to normal.

Right now, she's settled in bed with a book on current foreign policy; it's a new one by Vali Nasr that isn't even published yet when she's from and it's fascinating. She's making notes all in the margins and pities the poor soul who wants to read it afterward.

Then again, there are few on the island as passionate and nerdy about Middle Eastern diplomacy than she is.

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"Dirty," Mac says, laughing warmly. "Impossibly dirty."

[allfleshandblood]

"Which we've established that you love," he says, grinning, twisting his fingers, scissoring them to really stretch her. "How's it going to feel when I stuff your panties in your mouth and fuck you for his camera here?"

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"So impossibly dirty. I might cry," she warns. "Not...in the bad way. It's just going to be a lot of emotions and I'm a little touchy."

[allfleshandblood]

"That mean I shouldn't do it?" he asks her, because, no matter what they do, he's never going to do anything she doesn't want.

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"No, just that I might cry but it doesn't mean you're hurting me," Mac explains. "It...I know it looks bad but it's just an emotional release for me, the tears."

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He nods, pressing his fingers deeper into her, reaching up with damp fingers to tweak her nipple. "You want me to stop, you shake your head and tell me 'nuh-uh', okay?"

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"I will tell you," she promises. "I just know you worry about breaking me. Have you never had a woman cry on you before me?"

[allfleshandblood]

"No," he says, dragging his fingers out of her, leaving her slick and ready. "But I was always with different sorts of girls to you." He leans down off the side of the bed, grabbing her discarded underwear off the floor. "Before we do this, I want you to beg for what you know is about to happen. Nice and clear."

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Mac draws in a little breath. "I want you to gag me with those panties and I want you to fuck me in the ass nice and slow in front of this camera."

[allfleshandblood]

"That doesn't sound like begging, Mac," he says, bending his head to press a kiss against her cunt, keeping her spread with his fingers. "You can do better."

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"Please? I'm yours," Mac whimpers. "Yours to do anything you want with."

[allfleshandblood]

He presses the fabric in his hand against her cunt for a moment, letting it soak her in, and then he balls it up in his fist. "Open your mouth."

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Mac opens her mouth wide. Not being able to see heightens the anticipation and she's practically shaking with it now.

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He presses her panties into her mouth and then he shifts, cock in hand, to press against her but not inside yet.

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Mac feels him and wants to cry out and beg for it but she can't on account of the gag. Instead, she forced herself to relax and tips her ass a little higher for him.

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She might not be able to say anything, might not be able to look at him, need is written all over her. He ducks his head and starts to slide into her, slowly, giving her time to adjust.

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Mac whimpers around the gag and god, it's so tight. Feels good, though, and she squeezes a little around him.

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She does that on purpose, every single time, and it's enough to make him groan. Jackson's enough of an exhibitionist to not be worried by the camera at all, and he concentrates on pushing into her until he's in her to the root.

"Good?"

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Mac nods quickly. What she wants to say is fuck yes, it's good, but she can't so she just keeps her limbs loose and relaxed.

[allfleshandblood]

He gives her another moment to adjust and then he starts to move at first, slow, deep strokes, his hands resting on the backs of her thighs.

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That's it. Mac loves this and she bites down hard on the panties, choking off a moan. She had never thought herself into anything out of the ordinary but that was before Jackson, clearly.

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He doesn't go easy on her for long, setting a harder, faster rhythm. He wants her to be able to feel this tomorrow. He doesn't want her to be able to think of anything else.

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Mac feels the tears in her throat and chest before she actually cries and this is apparently the only way her body can express what she's feeling.

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She'd warned him about the weeping so he doesn't pay too much attention to it, making sure to keep up a rhythm. "Make sure your face is turned towards the camera, Mac," he says.

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Mac tips her chin up and feels the tears slipping down her face. She hopes she's in frame. She squeezes around him a little more and rocks forward slightly, whimpering around the gag.