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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Get out,” Miranda hissed, “have you no sense of privacy?”

Jack cocked an eyebrow as her jacket and black leather bra fell to the floor. “Yeah, ‘cause I’m the one blowing Shepard with the door unlocked.”

Discarding her last piece of clothing, she stood completely naked before Miranda and the clone Shepard, her brazen stance making the two of them painfully aware of how embarrassing their current situation was. Jack’s body was covered from head to toe in jet-black tattoos; spiraling numbers, words and patterns that only made sense to her. Her tongue and belly button had been pierced with metal studs. With the exception of a short ponytail, recently grown, she was shaven from head to toe.

In typical fashion, Miranda gathered some steel in her voice and spoke while the clone remained stunned at the events unfolding before him. “Put your clothes back on,” she ordered, “and leave. What Shepard and I do on our own time is none of your business.”

Jack ignored Miranda’s imperative and casually strutted over to the duo. “Let’s get some things straight, cheerleader: A) we’re not on the Normandy anymore, so I don’t need to give a fuck about your commands, and B),” she paused, eyeing the clone’s large cock, still rock-hard courtesy of the two nude women in front of him, “he clearly doesn’t seem to mind….”

Hearing the words addressed to him jolted the evil Shepard out of his stunned silence. All of a sudden, he felt silly sitting on the couch with his cock swaying in the breeze, while Miranda fumed and Jack eyed his organ appreciatively. The best possible course of action might be to distract Jack from her ogling.

“I thought you were supposed to be at that sushi place, Jack,” he said.

Jack shrugged in response. “Tali got drunk off her ass on the way back and threw some bottles of turian brandy at a Keeper. The rest of the girls are down at C-Sec trying to bail her out. Law enforcement’s not really my scene, so I bailed early.” She paused again as she kneeled down and suddenly grabbed the clone’s 13-inch cock in her hand. “Looks like that turned out well,” she smirked.

“Shepard,” Miranda began, anger sweeping across her beautiful features, “you cannot seriously be considering going along with this –“

“Put a cork in it, cheerleader,” Jack interjected, “poor guy’s had to put up with you slobbering all over his cock and calling it a blowjob. Scoot over and lemme show you how it’s done.”

Before Miranda could even think of a biting retort, Jack had already gone to work, parting her lips around the clone’s glans while one hand held his cock at the base of the shaft and another pressed down on his stomach. Jack slowly began to work her way down the shaft, her lips trailing their way along every bump and vein while her tongue traced patterns along the cock’s sheath. When she finally made her way to the base of the shaft, a foot of the evil Shepard’s meat was lodged in her throat, her tongue licking it up and down as she freed one hand to cradle the undersack of his balls, rolling the two orbs around in her palm.

The clone Shepard gripped the sides of the couch as he struggled to restrain himself from cumming into Jack’s mouth right there. Her technique was incredible, every lick and suck and caress sending jolts of pleasure through his frame. His breathing grew heavier as the orgasm approached; Jack, sensing his oncoming peak, slowed her pace and began withdrawing from the base of his shaft, her lips settling at the tip of his cock. The clone sighed in relief as he felt himself come down from the point of no return.

Jack grinned at his reaction. “Easy does it, Shepard. We’ve got plenty of time.” She began sucking the swollen purple head of the clone’s cock, her tongue slipping into the groove between glans and shaft while her hand continued to stroke his heavy balls, beginning to work him back up to the moment of climax. The clone groaned as he sank back into the couch, closing his eyes and relishing every second of the expert fellatrix’s handiwork.

Evil Shepard’s reaction to Jack’s skill at oral sex did not go unnoticed by Miranda, who burned as she felt her natural dominion over all things sexual challenged by Jack’s effortless pleasuring of Shepard. “How are you doing that?” she finally said, trying (and failing) to disguise the undercurrent of jealousy in her voice.

Jack let the cock slip out of her mouth, stroking it slowly as she looked over at Miranda. “You wanna survive in Purgatory, you’re gonna need a talent,” she said. “Some smuggle cigarettes. Some deal drugs. I sucked cocks.” She smirked at the shocked expression on Miranda’s face. “Yeah, you wouldn’t survive ten seconds behind bars, princess.”

A murderous surge ran through the clone’s brain as he thought of all the aliens the tattooed traitor must have sucked off, but it was quickly extinguished when Jack began licking his cock from base to tip. Miranda, determined not to be outdone, pushed Jack’s hand aside and went down on the clone Shepard’s balls. Squeezing the large sack into her mouth, she sucked and rolled the balls around with her tongue, working with a furious purpose.

Evil Shepard’s eyes rolled back into his head as the two beautiful women methodically sucked, licked, kissed and caressed his aching cock and balls, struggling each second to stop himself from blasting semen all over their faces and breasts. Race traitors they might be, but Jack and Miranda were certainly talented whores. As Miranda sucked the clone’s balls, smacking her lips as they popped out of her mouth before swallowing them again, the clone’s groans grew louder, and worry creased Jack’s face as she sucked on the cock’s head. She had sought to prove her superiority over Miranda, but the ex-Cerberus operative wasn’t giving up without a fight.

“Not bad, cheerleader,” she said, setting evil Shepard’s cock at rest along his abs, “but let’s see what happens when I take it up a notch.”

Rising to her feet, she climbed onto the clone’s lap, resting one arm on his shoulder as the other arm’s hand lifted his cock by the tip and brought it closer to her wet, dripping vagina. She let the purple head brush against her labia, sending a shiver down the clone Shepard’s spine. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to thrust into her waiting cunt, but she was keeping away, tantalizing him. Resting her other arm on the evil Shepard’s bare shoulder, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, loud enough for Miranda to hear. “How about it, Shepard?” her voice echoed in his ear, “let’s show the cheerleader how to really fuck.”

Jack plunged down onto the clone’s lap, and a foot of his cock sank quickly into her pink folds, filling her up to the brim. She bit her lower lip as she pulled herself up and sank back down again, rhythmically fucking the fake Commander. As she descended to his base and felt the tip of his cock brush her cervix, she rolled her hips outwards, letting his monstrous organ strike pleasure centers throughout her womanhood. She grinned at the expression on the clone Shepard’s face, a mixture of lust over her masterful gyrations, and desperation; at the base of his pleasure lay a terror that she might pull away and keep him hanging impotently at her entrance again.

“How’s the view back there, Lawson?” she taunted Miranda.

Miranda's heart sank as she listened to the sound of her lover groaning to Jack's ministrations. She renewed her efforts, sucking and tonguing Shepard's balls, but all the while she could sense Jack's command over his cock driving him closer and closer to orgasm, an event that would seal her victory in this lust-crazed battle. She fumed as she thought of the smug look Jack would sport if she got Shepard to cum inside her while Miranda watched helplessly.

For his part, the clone Shepard remained oblivious to the rivalry between the two women, his attention focused on holding out as long as possible so he could savor the feeling of the two bombshells working furiously to bring him to orgasm. He grasped Jack's hips as she rode him, digging in hard enough to cause pain, but the tattooed woman drowned the pain out with her own pleasure as she used his cock to pleasure herself with each roll of her hips. As she brought him closer to the brink, her own orgasm approached; the sensation of his large cock spreading her cunt open as it thrust in and out taking its toll on her endurance. Her breathing grew heavier as she fucked the powerful military leader underneath her, determined to feel the great Commander Shepard lose himself inside her before she allowed herself to orgasm. The clone started to lick and suck at her rock-hard nipples, chipping away at Jack's command of the situation, making her moan like a whore as a wave of lust swept over her.

As she felt the foot of cock inside her throb with the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, she lifted the clone's head away from her breasts and gently kissed him, an act she knew would only enrage Miranda further. "Come on, Shepard," she whispered, "come for me. Come inside me. You know you want to. I'm not gonna let you walk out of here with blue balls just 'cause the cheerleader doesn't know what she's doing."

Evil Shepard's breaths grew shallow as he felt himself inching closer and closer to the point of no return. At that moment, there was only thought in his mind: to unleash his lust and fill the cunt around his cock with his seed. Miranda, on the other hand, had other plans. Withdrawing from the clone's balls, she switched tack and suddenly grabbed hold of Jack's ass, spreading her taut cheeks apart before slipping her tongue into Jack's asshole.

"FUCK!" Jack yelled, overcome by the new sensation of Miranda's rimjob, "Where the hell did you pull that trick from?"

Miranda continued to swivel her tongue inside Jack's ass, and the clone thrust upward into her cunt as he sucked her aching nipples. The three-fold assault wiped out Jack's endurance entirely, leaving her helpless and shaking with ecstasy as Miranda and the evil Shepard fucked her where she lay. Powerless to stop herself from going over the brink, she clawed the clone's chest, reaching for support, just as a massive orgasm racked her body. She shuddered and groaned as her cunt juices trickled down the clone's cock, spreading over his balls. Miranda withdrew from Jack's ass and began lapping up her juices from the evil Shepard's balls. Once Jack's orgasm had ceased and her spasms had stopped, Miranda slowly grabbed the exhausted convict under her arms and pulled her off the clone Shepard's cock, laying her out on the cold floor.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" she smirked. Jack was still too drained to retort, and if she was being honest, the cheerleader had impressed her a little with that tongue trick.

Evil Shepard was not quite as pleased with the situation as Miranda was. "I must be the only guy in the galaxy," he began, "who could take a crack at both of you and still not get to finish."

Miranda leaned forward and kissed the clone's cock at the tip, before looking up into his eyes. "Come on, Shepard," she said, "let's show the convict how to really fuck."

Rising to her feet, she walked over to the middle of the room, before lying down on the carpet and spreading her legs. Her wet cunt glistened in the well-lit bar, daring him to use her as he desired. That was invitation enough for the clone, who leapt to his feet and practically sprinted over to Miranda, before kneeling down and ramming himself inside her to the hilt.

Miranda moaned in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around her lover as he steadily withdrew until only his cockhead was inside her, before thrusting inside her again and nudging her cervical barrier with his organ. He grabbed hold of her fantastic breasts and kneaded them furiously, making her gasp as the abuse sent jolts of pleasure through her body. She looked into his eyes and yearned for the man in front of her --- the man she thought was John Shepard. "Let's live a little, Shepard," she whispered, "go harder. I want every inch of you filling every inch of me."

The clone readily obeyed her command, pulling out completely before steadying his cock at her entrance, and thrusting in again with as much force as he could safely muster. This time, he pushed right past her cervix, his cock slipping into her waiting womb. He groaned at the sensation of her womb hugging his shaft, and resumed thrusting in and out as fast as he could.

With her legs wrapped around the evil Shepard, ensuring he would erupt while inside her, Miranda's arms reached out and grabbed hold of the carpet, clawing the fabric as the clone's manic thrusting sent waves of lust coursing through her. "Do it, Shepard!" she moaned, begging for his release and her own.

As the clone grew closer and closer to his much-delayed release, the brisk fucking proved too much for Miranda, who cried out as her orgasm claimed her. Her back arched as pleasure surged through her brain, her vagina automatically clamping down on evil Shepard's cock. The sudden tightness drove him over the edge, and he exploded like a cannon, a virtual torrent of repressed semen blasting directly into Miranda's womb. The expanding warmth in her womb prolonged Miranda's orgasm, just as her cunt contracting and expanding around his length prolonged the clone's.

They lay tangled on top of the carpet for a while, trying to catch their breath as they came down from their highs. Eventually, the clone rolled over, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. Excess cum slowly poured out of her and onto the carpet.

Just as quickly as he had withdrawn, a revived Jack took his place, kneeling down between Miranda's legs.

"What do you think you're doing?" Miranda demanded, unsure of how to react as Jack lowered her head to Miranda's crotch.

Jack looked up and winked at the other woman. "I pay my debts, cheerleader. And it occurs to me that I still owe you for that tongue trick." Before Miranda could say another word, Jack's tongue had darted into her pussy.

Miranda cried out in sudden ecstasy as Jack's sudden tonguing caressed pleasure centers inside her still aching vagina. The convict licked Miranda's labia, before going deeper and eating out her pussy, hungrily rolling her tongue along Miranda's inner walls, scooping up the recent deposit of semen.

"J-Jack," Miranda began, struggling to form words as the other woman devoured her cunt.

"I'll stop whenever you want, princess. Just say the word," Jack replied.

A curious expression swept across Miranda's face, vanishing as her features contorted again into lust and longing. She reached down with one arm and pressed Jack's head closer to her pussy, the unspoken desire clear.

"That's what I thought," Jack smirked, going back to work.

As she continued pleasuring Miranda with her tongue, Jack used one arm to pluck and rub Miranda's bright-red clitoris, while the other slipped a finger into Miranda's asshole. Miranda, never having slept with another woman before, was unused to the new, incredible pleasure she was feeling --- a feeling her body expressed through another powerful orgasm.

As Miranda's body shook in the throes of orgasm, her pussy squirted out a big portion of the clone Shepard's cum, along with her own vaginal juices, straight into Jack's waiting mouth. When the full load had been delivered, Jack stood up and faced Miranda and evil Shepard, displaying their combined secretions in her mouth, before calmly swallowing the entire load.

"Class dismissed," Jack said, slurping the cum off her lips.

As the three found their clothes and dressed again, Miranda and the clone gaped at Jack with something approach awe, which was not lost on the ex-con; as Jack unlocked the door to the bar and left, she turned to the duo and winked. "Let's do this again sometime."

"She's insane," Miranda muttered, unwilling to admit that the woman she had loathed for so long had given her one of the best orgasms of her life. They walked out of the room and found that their timing was perfect --- just then, the rest of the woman reentered the apartment, led by Ashley and Samara, who were both carrying Tali between them.

"What took so long?" the clone Shepard asked.

"We told C-Sec we could vouch for her not being an imminent threat, what with me being a Spectre and Samara a Justicar," Ashley replied, "but the amount of goddamn paperwork they make you fill out to get someone released...."

As he watched Ashley and Samara take Tali inside to cool off, while Kasumi, EDI and Traynor departed to different corners of the apartment, the clone could feel a tingling in his balls as his stock of semen quickly replenished itself --- some kind of after-effect from Liara's reproductive juices. He'd gotten lucky three times that night ---- could there be a fourth?
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