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seriousficThe problem with writing a defense of fanfic is that everyone else has already shored up all the walls. People with bigger names than me. People who are more articulate than me. People who write more about boys than me. So first, the cliches.
1. Yes, fanfic does help developing writers. We know this because authors, with books and literary agents and everything, have said so. What, are they lying? Is fandom paying them off?BTW, Sarah Rees Brennan, I'll have your stuff ready for you by next week. Doctor/Master fic, spanking, 14K.
2. And even if fanfic writers aren't interested in writing as more than a hobby, fanficcing has the same justification as any other hobby: people enjoy it and they're not hurting anyone. And not to disparage anyone's extracurricular activites, but it seems to me like you're far less likely to damage your neck writing fanfic than you are crashing full speed into another human being while in pursuit of a oblong leather ball. That is, unless you're in Supernatural fandom. "HE SAID WHAT ABOUT CASTIEL?" *whiplash*
3. Every time someone writes Cara/Kahlan, God cures a kitten of cancer. Please, think of the kittens.
4. Hey, we got to the point. Okay, so I can't speak for everyone. And I'm not very objective. But I do think writing fanfic has helped me grow as a writer. This is, of course, not counting the fun I've had with macros, or talking with people I met in fandom about who should play Black Canary in a big-budget movie (Charlize Theron), or freaking people out with scans from Italian horror comics. No, this is objective "I used to suck, now I suck less."
Just as an example, in the past few weeks I've written some LotS fic. People have liked them. I've gotten lots of comments, some from BNFs. People think the porn fics are sexy, they think the romantic stories are romantic. It's not winning the Newbery award, but to some degree, people are saluting what I'm running up the flagpole. At the very least, no one's responding with LOLWUT cat macros and writing me up on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanficrants.
Now let's wind the clock back some years to before I got into fandom. Let's see if I have any stories lying around from that bygone area. Hmm... oh my. Oh dear me. Oh, God, I shouldn't show this to anyone...
No! I must prove that fandom has made me a better writer! F-list, gaze upon my work and tremble!
Warning: Do not read thisstory vaguely interconnected sequence of words and phrases if you intend to have sex ever again. Or watch Charlie's Angels. Or anything starring anyone from Charlie's Angels. Or anything featuring bipeds who might be reminiscent of Charlie's Angels. (But seriously, folks, where is the Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle fic? You've got your snuggly BFF pairings, you've got your OT3s, you've even got hatesex! No offense, Cara, but Demi Moore was handing out kisses of dominance and tonguings before it was cool).
NOTE: This was like seven years ago. That's one black president ago. Back then, we had to watch movies in only TWO dimensions and Lindsey Lohan was a promising young starlet. So if you've just stumbled on this journal, don't judge me by this. Or by that Dick/Babs/Kory story*.
Bad girl Dylan, chilly Alex, and chipper Natalie were wearing hip-hugging cloth pajamas and sitting back on their favorite sofa in Townsend Detective Agency's new headquarters, watching a scary movie on the viewscreen which was usually concealed in the wall. An intricately woven blanket from halfway across the world was pulled up to their necks and rumped by the normally fearless Alex and Dylan clutching it tightly to their breasts. A bowl of popcorn lay on Dylan's lap and Natalie, cool as a cucumber, shoveled another handful into her mouth as another victim was massacred on screen.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Alex complained.
"Loosen up. The last time you were this uptight we were undercover... literally," Natalie replied, referring to a mission to an extremist Islamic regime that had required the ladies to wear insufferable burqas.
Now I know why we don't use guns. Yecch!" Dylan exclaimed as a bullet ineffectually (and graphically) tore a hole in the killer's hulking torso.
"How do they do that?" Natalie wondered aloud.
Alex answered, happy to have something to take her mind off the gory carnage: "It's all special effects. They put on these blue patches of paint or fabric, then in post-production they edit in whatever's behind Michael Myers." Natalie turned on her with burning eyes. "What, my boyfriend's a movie star!" Alex said defensively.
"That's not it. The guy onscreen is Mason Lecthies, based off real-life serial killer Jason Voorhees. Michael Myers is in Halloween. You know, do-do-doo-do-doo..."
"We get it, Nat," Dylan interceded.
"And Mason's all 'ki ki ki ki, pa pa pa pa'."
"What does that stand for, anyway?" Alex asked.
"'Kill' and 'poppa'. It's from the first one, when the killer was daddy dearest."
We know, Natalie, we saw it right before we danced to that disco theme music, back when watching a Camp Blood marathon to get ready for Chucky Vs. Mason seemed like a good idea."
"Leatherface! Bubba 'Leatherface' Sawyer from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, not Chucky, not Michael Myers, not anyone else," Natalie said, exasperated.
"Ki ki ki ki, Nat, Nat, Nat, Nat..." Alex whispered, her fingers curled into mock-claws. This prompted tension-breaking giggles from all three.
"I'm so glad Jimmy decided to watch the game with Max instead of here. Who knew Charlie could scrounge up Superbowl tickets just to get us some time alone?"
"So shouldn't we be shaving our legs or something?" Alex joked.
"Ugh!" the tomboyish Dylan shouted. "That's the only thing I can imagine worse then watching therse movies.
"Wow! Freak-out!" Natalie said, pausing the movie and setting the popcorn aside on a nearby coffee table.
"Yeah, what's wrong Dylan> If it's about that Helen Zass stuff, you know we didn't.."
"It's not that. It's just... I haven't had a man since... since *him*," Dylan finished lamely, referring to the would-be lover who had turned out to be only using Dylan to get to Charlie.
"Whoa! I knew you hadn't been dating recently, but I had no idea you were going for a world-record dry spell!" Alex exclaimed opposite Natalie's frantic attempts to wave her off.
Naturally, as soon as Dylan turned to Nat, the former cheerleader's face froze in a neutral yet empathic expression. "It's not that bad," she said in her most comforting tone.
"Yes it is!" Dylan argued, now on the brink of tears as Alex stole a mouthful of popcorn out of eyesight. "I even considered going for the Thin Man."
"Thin Man? As in, 'Creepy Thin Man'? Didn't we agree he was evil?" Natalie pondered, tapping her chin sarcastically.
Dylan swallowed and shook her head. "No, he's just misguided."
"Yeah, misguided and *weird*," Alex shot back.
"Weird and cute," Dylan offered. "I can't believe I'm saying this. I'd rather fuck... " She stopped suddenly, noting her company and their inquisitive eyes. "Err... Mason! Yeah, that's it, Mason!"
"C'mon Dylan, tell us about your fantasy lover. I promise I won't tell a soul," Alex pleaded.
"Cross her heart, hope to die," Natalie confirmed.
"No, I can't. You wouldn't understand."
"Is it Bos?" Alex questioned, all atwitter, her hands folded in front of her as if beseeching Dylan for divine intervention.
"No!"
"Chad?"
"Been there, hated that."
"Really?"
"Let's just say I wasn't feeling remorse for using him to rescue Bosley."
"Pete?" Natalie demanded, suddenly paranoid.
"Of course not!"
The interrogating angels looked at each other, then back at Dylan.
"Charlie?" they asked together.
"Hell no!"
"He's probably too old to kiss Helen Zass anyway," Alex quipped.
"Alex!" Dylan said, shocked, her neck twisting from a look at Natalie to see if Alex was serious.
"C'mon Dylan, if we can't talk about boys, let us at least talk about senior citizens. His arithtis-stiffened fingers gently unbuttoning..."
"Eww eww EWW!" Dylan said, her face twisted into disgust at the though. She shuffled herself into a new posture, as if to make sure the thought couldn't find her again. "Can we go back to Mason? At least I can mention him in polite conversation."
"The only way I'll stop is if you tell me who you have a crush on."
"It's not a crush!"
"Oooh! So you *love* him?"
"I didn't say that!"
"So it's not a him?" Natalie joked.
She and Alex laughed, throwing an arm across each other's shoulders for support as they tilted their heads back. When they looked back at Dylan, they stopped laughing. The ex-punk had a bashful look in her eyes.
"Oh my god, it's not a him," Alex said.
"So what?" Natalie said, shuffling forward on her knees to support Dylan. "I mean, it's not like lesbianism is wrong or anything. Even I've been with a woman."
"And I got a little hot 'n' bothered when I saw Madison lick her," Alex offered.
"Alex!"
"On the cheek, Dylan."
"Oh."
"Let's start the movie before the system resets to save power," Natalie suggested, reaching for the remote control.
Alex grabbed her bare arm and both of them nearly gasped at the warmth that passed between them. Dylan's eyes looked at each of them in turn, her face inscrutable except for the tiniest hint of a hopeful grin. Unconsciously, her fingers crossed.
"Ummm..." Alex grasped for words, slowly peeling her hand from Natalie's wrist. "First tell us who you did it with."
"No!"
"Was it while you were seeing Pete? Was it during the Pete-era?" Dylan asked, happy to be dishing some out for a change.
"Yes, but that's all I'm going to say."
"Well, then I'll just compliment Pete on suckering you into a threesome."
"That's not how it happened!"
"What then? Foursome? Fivesome? A full-blown *orgy*?"
"Fine, I'll talk! Just, don't tell Pete anything, 'kay?" Natalie surrendered.
"Sure," Alex agreed.
"Whatever," Dylan said dismissively, leaning closer to Natalie to catch all the pungent details.
"Well, we had just heard about Eric Knox (sorry, Dylan) being kidnapped and we were about to go to Corwin's party when Bosley told me that the bank hadn't cleared the payment for the mission. Anyway, I went to Knox's company to see about our bill when out of nowhere, this beautiful woman dressed in leather walked up. I'm talkin' everything as dead cow hide. Leather vest with a zipper in the front, leather mini-skirt, leather choker..."
"Leather underwear?" Dylan inquired flippantly.
"No, no underwear."
"Just like in Naughty Accountant Ass-Raiders Five!" Alex stated. Upon her partner's bemused glares, she confessed: "It was Jason's first starring role."
Natalie nodded and continued: "Anyway, she sauntered up to me, sat on a desk, unzipped her catsuit down to the naval; which gave me a beautiful view of the sides of her luscious, peach-colored breasts; and said in the most sultry voice imaginable, 'Shouldn't you be out looking for my boss?'”
"Oh no, I think I know where this is going," Dylan said, groaning as she leaned back.
"I definitely know where this is going," Alex said with a wide grin. I can't believe I'm being turned on by this. Who would've guessed something out of a Playboy mailbag could get me hornier then a clit whip.
"I tried to be polite and moved behind her so that I could talk to her without getting an eyeful when she laid back in this cheesecake pose and said 'Or maybe it's not Eric you're interested in.' Then she spun herself so that her head was pointing away from me and uncrossed her legs. It was a real Sharon Stone moment. I could see her beaver and it looked great. Perfectly shaved into this cute little heart shape, no piercings, tattoo of a snake on her left inner thigh, cute little mole on her hip..."
Natalie paused in recollection, almost swooning, her eyes cast heavenward as if the memorable snatch was visible through the ceiling.
"And?" Alex prompted, her clit buzzing so much it took great force of will to suppress the desire to frig herself to instant gratification.
"And we had sex."
"That's it?!" Dylan howled incredulously.
"Yeah."
"That's so anti-climactic!" Alex complained. "That's like saying 'and they blew up the Death Star' at the end of Star Wars, like saying 'and he told Scarlett to go fuck herself' at the end of Gone With The Wind, that's like not saying 'I'll come back' at the end of Mission Extreme 2!"
"What do you want me to say? That the smell of her pussy as I drove my nose into it reminded me of ripe oranges? That she screamed and nearly torn my scalp off in ecstasy as my tongue delved her smoothly shaved depths? That she pushed me away and fucked me with her erect clitoris, grinding it against mine until we both shuddered in release and fell to the floor, nuzzling each others' sweaty breasts?"
"YES!!!" her friends answered at the same time.
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
* * *
Only as the opening credits were rolling on Camp Blood Part XX: Mason Takes Chicago did Natalie remember how the conversation had led to her recounting of the tryst with Vivian Wu. By this time, Alex was fast asleep, her head resting against the left armrest and her feet behind the cushions Natalie and Dylan were lying back against. Dylan's head was slumped over on Nat's shoulder and Natalie's cheek was pressing into the top of Dylan's head. Natalie raised the remote and muted the TV, then nudged Dylan.
"Hey."
"What?" the half-asleep Dylan grumpily replied, snuggling into Natalie's shoulder as if to escape the questioning.
"You never did tell us who you had a crush on."
"If I tell you, will you let me go back to sleep?"
"Sure."
...
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Who is it?"
"You."
Natalie scooted back until her ass was hanging off the right armrest. She had never considered the possibility that her teammate held romantic notions about her. With her support gone, Dylan fell on her side. Natalie's groin happened to break her forehead's fall. That same crotch welled up with a strange tingly feeling as Dylan's face made contact with the parts of Natalie's skin not covered by her Spider-Man panties... namely, her inner thighs and bellybutton.
By this time Alex, if she had ever been asleep at all, was now up. She grabbed Dylan by her red curls and jerked her up with sadomasochistic determination. Her face twisted into a furious scowl, she pointed her free hand at Natalie as if she was proof that Dylan hadn't refilled the coffee machine.
"Her! You want *her*? What about me, bitch!?"
And with that, she kissed Dylan hard, her tongue tickling the roof of the tomboy's mouth, her teeth raking against Dylan's bottom lip. That was that last thing Dylan expected. She was totally taken by surprise. Since she neither responded nor pulled back, Alex probed further. She nuzzled her lips and let her tongue flicker out to lick over her lips. Dylan had regained a little of her composure again. She slightly parted her lips and let her own tongue dart out to shortly trace Alex's lips before their tongues met and melted in the middle. They both felt as if a jolt of electricity had gone through their bodies. Dylan's eyes grew wide as the invader in her mouth seeped warmth down her torso, circling her breasts and pooling at her pussy like flood waters. She had totally forgotten her outrage at both her hair nearly being pulled out and her crush, who looked on in irrational jealousy.
"Hey, cunt, that's *my woman*!" Natalie snapped, pushing Alex back and trying to replicate her effect on Dylan.
Unfortunately, her extreme nervousness, coupled with her anger, made her entire body shake and tremble. She fumbled, her tongue merely licking at Dylan's lips and her mouth settling around Dylan's chin like it was a peculiarly-sculpted phallus.
It was too much. Dylan laughed despite herself, right in Natalie's face. Natalie looked up, her eyes welling with embarrassment, as Alex snaked an arm around Dylan's neck (breaking her and Natalie's liplock in the process) and rubbed against the redhead like a cat.
"Looks like she's my woman after all," Alex sneered, punctuating her remark with a slap to Dylan's firm rump.
"Appearances can be deceiving..." Dylan quipped saucily as she leaned in and frenched Natalie before Alex's disbelieving eyes.
Natalie closed her eyes, letting herself melt against Dylan, the sides of her hands resting against Dylan's chest. Dylan cradled the back of Natalie's graceful neck with her left hand, easing Natalie's head back to allow herself easier access to the beauty's luscious lips.
Alex gaped, her mouth working but producing no sound as the rest of her body froze in a shocked paralysis. She was still gawking when Dylan's free hand wrapped around the back of her head and prodded her from behind, just as Natalie's hands moved to encircle Dylan. Dylan slipped out of Natalie's embrace, substituting Alex into the liplock. Natalie, her eyes still closed in bliss, smiled through the now shellshocked Oriental babe's passive kiss.
"Mmmm, so warm..." she muttered softly into Alex's cheek.
Natalie wrapped herself around Alex as Dylan watched in keen appreciation, trying to unbutton her pajama top without missing one second of the sapphic drama unfolding before her. Alex finally snapped out of it when Natalie squeezed her fit ass. She opened her mouth to receive Natalie's tongue, sucking on it obscenely to the soundtrack of Nat's joyous moans.
Wait a minute, this isn't how Dylan kisses... Natalie opened her eyes to see Alex pulling away from her, smiling seductively and happily at the same time, a thin line of spittle hanging between their mouths like the signature of whatever god of love had brought them together. Oh, it's Alex. Okay.
With her pointer finger, Alex broke the remnant of their kiss, then smudged that which had fallen on Natalie's chin, her other three fingers tracing Natalie's full lips. Natalie's tongue darted out and wetted her top lip, then dragged Alex's forefinger into her mouth and sucked on it. Alex's smile widened and she pulled her finger out slowly, like a man withdrawing from coitus, then wagged her other pointer finger at Natalie. Her supposed disapproval was sabotaged, however, by the fact that she then licked clean her tongue-bathed forefinger.
Natalie smiled at the game and did nothing when Alex extended her free hand. With the back of it she wiped off the blonde's chin, then allowed her pointer finger to catch in the cleft of Natalie's mandible and glide downward, playing over the soft lines of Natalie's throat before hooking her finger around the line of her former rival's neckline and pulling her forward to meet in another kiss.
But before they could consummate the seduction, Dylan's clinched-together hands blocked their lips, then parted to gently set each girl back on either side of Dylan. The redhead smiled mischievously and pulled open her unbuttoned pajama top to reveal a pert set of cream-colored breasts, crowned with pink nipples erect from the arousing sight of her two best friends making out practically on her lap.
"You haven't forgotten about little old me, have you? A little service here!" she demanded jokingly.
Natalie and Alex shared a cheeky raised eyebrow, mouthing promises of love-making to come, before descending on Dylan's cleavage like a pack of hungry wolves. Their wet lips wrapped around her nubs and suckled them like a piece of hard candy. Their heads bobbed and weaved, pulling Dylan's breasts in a hundred different directions, as their hands felt each other up, tickling the undersides of the other's breasts and feeling the smoothness of the other's skin.
'Holy shit' Dylan mouthed as her two lovers warmed-up. The three had been friends so long they could read each other from across a room, let alone while touching. Alex and Natalie now used that ability to gauge Dylan's pleasure and improve their loving based on their own interpretations of what she wanted more of.
Dylan had no choice but to gasp at the unbelievable pleasure of the taboo act unfolding before her. For a moment, her overloaded and pleasure-saturated brain told her dubious body that both of the linguses were the same. This delusion was sort of a tactile version of double-vision and was quickly sorted out as Dylan calmed herself to prevent a preemptive orgasm, inadvertently sorting out the differences in the process. Alex was rough, actually *nibbling* on Dylan's breast, bringing about twin moans of pain and pleasure in unvarying groups of two. Natalie was the opposite, nuzzling and licking and kissing Dylan's other boob like it was both a puppy and a pillow.
Yummy... sugar *and* spice...
As Natalie craned her neck to lick the sensitive underside of Dylan's breast, Alex grabbed Dylan's hand and repositioned it on her own clothed chest, then bit deeply into Dylan's neck. The recipient of her bestial love was so grateful that she played with Alex's nipples, quite visible themselves through Alex's blouse. Natalie was brushing her hand down Dylan's taut stomach and muscular six-pack to find Alex's hand already pulling Dylan's pants down. Natalie repositioned herself to get a better view, absentmindedly working her lips all over Dylan's cleavage (to her excessive joy) as she did so, then slapped Alex's hand away and dove in ahead of her. Two slender fingers were driven straight into Dylan's already moist sex. Dylan squealed with delight.
"Ahh! Ooh!! Oh! Wow! Oh momma! Not so hard, Nat! Ooooooooooooohhh... but not too soft either. Keep it up! Yeah!" she encouraged, her pre-cum liberally sticking to Natalie's pistoning fingers.
Alex looked put off at not being allowed to be the first to induce Dylan into the world of lesbian love, but tempered herself with the 'roundabout' method. She splayed her fingers across the small of Dylan's back, then let them cascade downwards until they captured the curve of Dylan's ever-amazing ass. No junk in her trunk. Having pulled the redhead's pants down to her thighs earlier, Dylan's brown rose was already exposed to the world. With a smile, Alex slipped a finger in, giving Dylan a serious start.
"Oh! Alex, be gentle. It's my first time," Dylan said, playing it as a joke.
Dejected, Alex looked from Dylan to Natalie. She still had Dylan's mouth all to herself. Fine, your go on the Alex-press can be put off as long as you want. You may get to fuck her, Natalie, but I get to be fucked. With that thought, she stood, pulled down her panties, and shoved her bare muff into Dylan's face.
"Lick me," she commanded in a tone that brokered no argument.
"Hmm, shaved. We're a naughty little minx, aren't we Alex?" Dylan teased.
"I'm not the one slobbering all over another woman's cunt, *Dylan*."
Alex backed up her words, grabbing Dylan by the hair and pressing her nose into the breach. It felt so good to be a top again. Jason had a big dick and he knew how to use it, but he was so sensitive. Insults made him sullen, not a better fuck. But the Angels' relationship was strong enough to endure some 'tough love'. And it was about to get a lot stronger.
Dylan opened wide, stuck her tongue out and daintily licked Alex's labial lips, as if sampling a fine wine. Alex shuddered in appreciation for the light touch which even now was causing her pleasure bud to emerge from its sheath. She could tell Dylan was a natural cunnilinguist. It would have been a shame to let her keep wasting her talents on BJ. A real shame.
Natalie looked up from Dylan's melons to see Alex's narrow ass hanging in front of her face, bare as the day she was born. On the left cheek was a tattoo of a thorny rose. Natalie couldn't resist running her tongue along it, an action which caused every hair on Alex's body to stand on end. Shouldn't count this one out either, Alex thought to herself. Either one of these gorgeous bitches would be a good lover. What luck that I get both!
"How's it taste, Dylan?" Alex asked, thrusting her hips back and forth in case there was any confusion over what she was referring to.
"Like honey," Dylan replied honestly. "It's great. Natalie, you've got to get yourself some of this! Here, taste."
With that, Dylan innocently drove her entire hand into Alex's pussy, inadvertently causing the brunette to come within a hair's width of orgasm before she pulled out, her hand dripping with Alex's juices. Like a child being offered an ice cream cone, Natalie abandoned Dylan's tits and sucked on her hands, one finger at a time.
Alex, however, was still recovering from the first serious threat to her dominant status all night. Her breathing was shallow, sweat was literally dripping off her body... what was going on? Alex had had much better lovers work on her for much longer, but none of them had had the effect Dylan had just inspired.
"Excuse me, I need to freshen up," Alex said politely, hoping the others wouldn't perceive her weakness.
"What?" Dylan questioned sharply, not sure she had heard the brunette right. "No, stay with us." This as Natalie fellatioed her pinkie.
"I have to wash my hands," Alex lied, holding up the finger which had anally violated Dylan earlier.
"Oh. You should do that."
Natalie stopped vacuuming Dylan's digits for a moment to acknowledge Alex with a gaze that was heavy with lust... and something more? "Be back soon," she requested lovingly as Dylan's now-spotless fingers grabbed her chin and pulled her into a deep kiss, the taste of Alex being shared between them.
The kiss broke and both women ceased their passion to watch Alex's swaying hips as she entered the bathroom and shut the door. They turned back to face each other.
"Say Dylan, do you think it's fair that someone can be loved by two women, but not give anything to the woman she's supposed to be in love with?"
"No. Not fair at all," Dylan agreed, rubbing her hands over Natalie's thighs.
"My leg's asleep. You're in much better condition for love-making than I am. So you do me, then I'll do you," Natalie said.
"Sounds like a winner to me," Dylan confirmed.
Dylan kissed her: hard, deep, ruthlessly. She felt Natalie leaning into the kiss, felt her fingers digging in, as they both opened their mouths. They managed to disrobe each other while still joined at the lips, their clothes strewn around as they frantically undid buttons and frantic fingers reached for the touch of bare skin. Dylan unhooked Natalie's bra with a practiced flick, and Natalie shoved Dylan's pants down her legs until she kicked them away.
Urgently but gently, she guided Natalie backwards to the couch, and laid her down, pressing her thigh between Natalie's legs, squeezing Natalie's nipple. Small moans escaped from Natalie between kisses. She pulled Dylan closer, and raked her hands down Dylan's back. She thrust herself hard onto Dylan's thigh, and Dylan felt Natalie's wetness on her thigh. She sucked Natalie's neck and covered her throat with bites and kisses. She felt Natalie reaching for her clit, then finding it. She grew hotter as Natalie stroked and squeezed it, and somehow the two of them tumbled to the floor, Natalie on top.
"Is that the way you like it?" Natalie hissed as she thrust two fingers into Dylan's pussy.
She went right to the G spot and rode it hard. Dylan purred her approval and tried to roll back over. She thought Natalie would be easy to get back down, it wasn't like she had much leverage with the bad leg. But the smaller woman surprised her. Suddenly Dylan felt cool steel across her breasts. A spare crutch, now held by Natalie, pinned Dylan down, and she looked up to see a glint of triumph in the other woman's eyes. Dylan tried to sit up, but found she couldn't. She struggled and Natalie pressed down harder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from moving. Dylan found herself growing hotter.
"You want me to let you up?" Natalie whispered. "Make me."
Dylan wrapped her legs around Natalie, who thrust even harder into her; she almost forgot she was trying to get back on top it felt so good. Natalie's small, sure fingers went in deeper and deeper, even without lube, Dylan was so wet she thought she might take Natalie's whole hand.
"There's some lube in the other room..." she breathed, and as Natalie turned her head toward the bedroom, Dylan took advantage of the distraction to roll her back over.
Dylan continued to ride Natalie's upthrust hand, rocking back and forth in waves of pleasure. She knew she was going to come, but tried to prolong it because she was soaring so high. She pulled Natalie's face up to hers and thrust her own tongue deep in the other woman's mouth. Their tongues were entwined as Dylan felt herself contract hard around Natalie's fingers. She came in a sudden sharp rush, and felt her juices trickling down Natalie's hand. Natalie gently slid out of Dylan and slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and she licked Dylan's cum delicately. She kissed Dylan again, and Dylan could taste herself on the other woman's lips.
"Thanks for that," Natalie said, looking both awed and proud of herself.
"That was SO hot," Dylan replied, her voice low and husky. "I don't let anyone hold me down unless I really like them...but I knew I was in good hands with you."
"And you had good hands in you," Natalie replied, kissing Dylan once more. They were both slick with sweat and their own juices, and Dylan shivered a bit as the air conditioner kicked in.
"Do you want to continue this under the covers? We haven't actually been in bed together yet," she pointed out.
Natalie laughed, a full, lusty crow that Dylan suspected she rarely let out. She wanted to see what else Natalie was hiding, spend all night, and even the next day, and maybe the next night exploring a living body that was fascinating her.
"You do want to stay, don't you?" she asked. She'd already learned that Natalie could stand her ground.
"Very much," Natalie replied. "I want to make love with you, and try all the things I haven't found out about myself."
Dylan pinched Natalie's labial lips, drew them back a bit, then let them go to snap at Natalie's clit. The blonde howled in appreciation, then grabbed Dylan and set her down gently on the coffee table. Dylan reached up, wrapped her arms around Natalie's neck, and pulled her down to lie on top of her, biting lightly on the other Angel's shoulder.
* * *
In the bathroom, Alex fingered herself and tried to keep her mind on Jason. However, the other Angels invaded her fantasies with such persistence that she finally had to settle on a dream orgy. In her fantasy, Dylan and Jason were on a kitschy heart-shaped bed between herself and Natalie. Alex was wearing a crothless gartner and Natalie was wearing cowgirl chaps with vibrators in the holsters. Aside from that, they were naked as jaybirds. And while that bitch Natalie was forced to sit on a stool, no, stand a fair distance away from the action, Alex was in the bed with them, sitting against the stacked pillowed as if to read a book before going to bed.
As the Asian watched, Jason thrust into Dylan. Jason heard Alex moan and, turning to look at her, saw that the breasts he adored above all others were now exposed. The sheet had fallen to her waist when she scooted to a more upright position to better see him and Dylan. Her hand had disappeared beneath the sheet at her waist and was moving back and forth between her legs. Natalie could be heard softly moaning and cooing nearby, both vibrators subvocally humming as they pressed between Nat's breasts, lips, pussy, and asscheeks. The sounds barely registered.
Then Jason was screaming that he was going to cum. Dylan smiled, winked at Natalie, and somersaulted backwards to do a split at the foot of the bed, then bent at the waist to suck Jason's already over pressured cock. Alex moaned loudly and began to writhe on the bed beside Dylan. Her hand was moving furiously at her crotch and the sheet had all but fallen away. The sight of Dylan licking Jason's penis pushed her over the edge and she flailed violently, her head whiplashing in orgasm.
Jason came, shooting his seed deep down Dylan's throat, her swallowing it without a hint of gagging, then sitting up to allow Natalie to invade her ass with duel dildos, bringing her to a near-instanteous orgasm with Jason. Their cries were joined by Alex's as she reached another climax at her own hand.
After she was done, Alex hid her nether regions with some very special panties... a strap-on dildo she had kept secured in the toilet tank since her last lezzie lover, an Angel who left to join the FBI Cyber Crimes taskforce, had thought to hide it there. She pulled the thong-like appartus tight around her hips and thought of the great idea the dream-Natalie had given her. The dildo hanged menacingly between her legs as she smiled in prescient triumph.
This is gonna be fun.
* * *
Alex reentered the main room. Dylan was naked save for her rolled-up pajama top, which was hung around her neck like a towel and trailed down to rest on the tops of her breasts. She had seated herself over the middle of the couch like a cat, her legs open and her arms resting atop the back of the couch. Natalie, now nude, had belly-flopped onto the coffee table, her legs drooping off the edge to the carpet, letting her almost kneel. Her face was buried in Dylan's snatch. By the redhead's... spirited fits, she was enjoying the cunninlingus. Natalie's blonde hair fell over her spread thighs and her lover's shoulders like a golden wedding veil.
Alex grinned as she saw Natalie's ass jut in and out with her licks. Baby got back, she thought wryly. Stepping forward, she licked the palm of her hand and stroked her artificial cock twice, lubricating it with her saliva. This done, she clapped her hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. Dylan noticed and stopped writhing, leaving the only sound in the room Natalie's soft slurping. Natalie didn't appear to notice the difference, so absorbed was she in giving head. Alex's smile widened; she loved a good surprise. And this was as good as it got.
Her smirk mirrored in Dylan's encouraging face, she grabbed the cheeks of Natalie's ass and, too quickly for the blonde to register, thrust six inches of hard plastic into her anus. Nat screamed into Dylan's cunt, the new sensation causing her bedfellow's mouth to contort into a surprised 'o'. Alex raked her nails over Natalie's back, leaving thin red welts that faded after a moment, and pushed two more inches in.
A steady, low growl emitted from Natalie. "Keep going," she said in a very un-Natalie way from somewhere deep in her innards. "I want all of that thing inside me."
"Someone's not getting all 'filled up' at home," Alex observed before roughly backhanding Natalie's violated ass, leaving the imprint of her knuckles in the form of a bruise. "Now keep your mouth shut, cow, lest I stop your pleasure!"
Dylan almost giggled at the wannabe dominatrix. With a sarcastic grimace, she pulled Natalie up by the armpits until her arms were fully extended, then offered her luscious breasts up for approval. With a murmured thanks, Natalie relieved the pain by biting the bullet of Dylan's nipple. Dylan yelped and reached out to fondle Natalie's hanging funbags, drawing pleasure from the blonde and disapproval from the blonde's mistress.
With a war cry, said mistress jumped off her feet, putting all her weight onto the strap-on. This sent all twelve inches of the dildo straight down Natalie's ass, driving her wild with pleasure and pain. Without missing a beat, Alex settled, straddling the back of Natalie's thighs and licking up the length of her victim's spine.
Natalie screamed in pain/pleasure. Her arms gave out and she collapsed into a waiting Dylan's arms. Dylan, now kneeling on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table, kissed Natalie deeply as Alex sawed the strap-on in and out of Natalie's rectum like a pool cue being pulled back and forth in preparation for a shot.
Natalie pushed Dylan back into the couch and then collapsed onto the coffee table, her breasts pancaking like balloons against the glass. For her, someone had planted nuclear explosives behind her eyelids and prepped them to go off as she lost her anal cherry to Alex's prosthetic pecker. There was nothing she could do about the tit milk fallout, so she let herself ride the rivers of cunt wine straight into Alex's mouth as a thousands hands massaged every inch of her body, inside and out, paying special attentions to her breasts like they were stress toys and it almost hurt but it felt too good to hurt and then her cumming was over and the pleasure faded and she didn't want it to go but it left her with a memory for consolation and she took up the memory in her arms and cradled it to her bosom and let it keep her warm through the post-coital winter.
And Alex pulled out of the blonde and pointed her temporay cock at Dylan with a smile. She sauntered around the coffee table to stand next to the sitting Dylan, then raised her foot and used it to push the coffee table backwards, making enough room on the floor for two adults to frolic.
"Looks like she's dead on her boobs," Alex quipped with a nod to Natalie. "Here's where the real fun begins."
At that moment, the DVD player, which, having finished showing the movie, was back on the animated menu, shut down to conserve power. This, in turn, triggered an electric pulse. That was picked up by a specially-tuned scanner in the form of a cellular phone, which beeped frantically, waking its owner. Said owner then hurried out of her car, across the street, through a window, down a hall, and through a set of doors. And whatever Madison Lee could have expected to see next was as mundane as raking the yard compared to what she actually saw.
Dylan was on her back, her knees speard as if giving birth and her hands cupping her breasts. She was looking up at Alex, who was kneeling in front of her and pumping into her love canal with what appeared to be a strap-on. And behind Alex was Natalie, who had her arm around Alex's throat in a grip so primal that it, coupled with the blonde's fully-erect nipples poking into her back, would have inspired the brunette to autoerotic aspyxhiation were it not for the arrival of Madison just then.
Then again, the unexpected entrance of a tall, voluptrous brunette with a gold-plated pistol in either hand, a short crewcut, and a suddenly wet mouth (and, though the Angels couldn't see it yet, pussy) was enough to shock anyone into impotence. Madison hung there like a puppet whose manipulator had went off to get a sandwich, guns held tightly in her palms like a parody of a stick 'em up. For their part, the Angels couldn't possess themselves to move either. Natalie's hands dropped limply to her side as Dylan's self-exploration of her own boobs turned into a futile attempt to hug herself tightly enough to prevent Madison from getting a good look at her melons.
It was Alex, however, who was the first to react. Standing up (this had the effect of pulling Dylan into the air by the dildo, only to have her slide off it and fall back onto the floor, cumming so hard it ejaculated onto Alex as she made her dramatic speech), she pointed at Madison.
"What are *you* doing here!?" Then, considering that Madison might not like to be drawn into a debate, she stepped over Dylan and her geysering pussy and adopted a kung-fu fighting stance.
Being accosted by the nude dominatix punched Madison back to reality. She smiled genuinely for the first time she and the Angels had known each other, then ripped open her blouse, revealing vast, unrestrained knockers with nipples so hard they could rival diamonds in strength, were a scientist around to test them.
"I'm about to have the time of my life," Madison said simply.
With that, she ejected the clips from her guns, then racked the chambers by pressing them against her nipples. Two unspent bullets fell to the floor beside their respective magazines. Madison hefted her now harmless guns and the notion struck the two Angels behind Alex that the pistol barrels were decidedly, wonderfully phallic. Natalie stepped over Dylan and her oozing pussy to wrap an arm around Alex's 'Dragon Breath'. Now hand in hand with her lover, Alex comprehended that this was no enemy, but a new playmate.
"Me first," Natalie chimed.
Suddenly, two hands parted the Angels to admit a new challenger to face Madison.
"Wait your turn, dear," Dylan said, offering up a handful of her pussy juice for Madison's discering inspeciton. "I'm the one with the frosting for this 'angelfood cake'."
"You can borrow my strap-on," Alex offered hopefully, suddenly anxious to see these two gorgeous bad girls get it on.
Madison pushed her aside, taking the opportunity to stroke her cheek, and embraced Dylan. "Those of us with big clits don't need strap-ons, do we Di?"
"Big clits like this?" Dylan countered rhetorically, ripping Madison's pants down to reveal a hefty little pleasure button poking out of its hood.
"What about hungry clits... like... this!" Natalie posed, fucking herself on Madison's leg.
Madison smiled and pushed the barrel of her right gun into Natalie's pussy, the cold steel tingling the bubbly blonde's labia. Alex arched her eyebrows, impressed, and pulled open her own lower lips to make way for Madison's improvised dildo. She was not disappointed. Though she knew the gun was empty, the danger of being shot, the speculation on the combination of pain and pleasure such a wounding would bring, drove her towards orgasm at supersonic speeds.
Madison let go of the guns and the two furiously masturbating women rammed each other, the butt of the guns bouncing off each other and pushing the barrels deeper into their respective pussies. They rammed each other again and again, each time cooing with delight over the result. Lee then moved her left arm so that the back of Dylan's head was resting in the crock of her elbow. With her left hand she intimately touched Dylan's left cheek, softly prodding it as if checking a fruit for quality. And with her right hand she jammed a finger into Dylan's pussy, hitting her G-spot with unerring accuracy and scoring a minor orgasm.
"Oh! My! That's... wow!" Dylan tried to verbalize.
"You like it, huh?" Madison sardonically stated the obvious.
"MORE!!!"
Madison obliged her, this time sticking three bunched-together fingers into Dylan's cunt, using them to surround Dylan's G-spot and tap it from all angles like a drum. Dylan arched her back, shrieking in pleasure, before she slumped back onto the bed. Madison's fingers brushed her lips delicately.
"Again! Please! Another one!" Dylan begged.
Madison once again stirred Dylan's pussy, employing all four fingers to bring about the climax of their sex games. Dylan wailed like a banshee as she approached orgasm, but couldn't quite make it. The hotheaded Madison slapped her.
"Stubborn little wench, aren't you!?" Madison snapped. "Cum, dammit!"
"I can't! I need more!"
Madison gave Dylan a quick peck on the cheek and moved in between Dylan's legs. Then, with both fists, she plunged into Dylan like a piledriver. Dylan, who had been gripping the foreign blanket between her white-knuckled fingers, ripped it apart in a spasm of ecstacy. Madison's eyes were squeezed shut as she grimly concentrated on giving a good performance, turning her head every so often to check the progress of Alex and Natalie behind her.
"It's here! It's here!" Dylan annouced. "Oh God, I'm coming!"
Madison jumped on top of Dylan and bit her neck roughly, but not hard enough to break the skin. Dylan screamed and rolled over. Madison ended up on top, grinning devilishly down at her victim.
"Finish me off! Finish it, you cunt!" Dylan whimpered breathlessly.
Madison spread her legs and rubbed her clit together with Dylan's. Both women moaned in ecstasy. Dylan quickly took command.
"Oh, this is going to be good! Wait for it, bitch! Not until I say so!"
Dylan panted harder and harder, grunting occasionally as Madison stimulated her to the limits of the human body. Lee then rose off Dylan and moved into 69 position. With a wide grin, she spat in Dylan's pussy and stuck three fingers there to rub it in. Dylan climaxed, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.
"FUCK!" she screamed.
"Now we've gotten somewhere!" Madison declared.
She licked at Dylan's cunt juice with apblomb. An epiphany came to Dylan. Wanting to please Madison as she had been pleased, she used her fingers to spread Madison's labia open.
"Dylan?" Madison asked before the lover in quesiton bit down between Madison's legs with her last post-coital bit of energy, causing the ex-villainess to orgasm uncontrollably. Suddenly, all four women heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. Hurriedly, Alex took control of the situation.
"Dylan, hide Madison. Natalie, get dressed and greet them. I'll be ready in case it's an attack. Standard B-12 signal if they threaten you. Move!"
Lay off me, my word processor didn't have spell-check back then and I didn't have V.C. Andrews books to learn sex scenes from like y'all did. You know what I had? I had Sweet Valley Twins and the Babysitter's Club. Perhaps more relevantly, I had Goosebumps and Fear Street.
So there you have it, folks. Maybe fanfic is illegal, or immoral, or literary rape (literape?). But at least it's taught me not to use the phrase "prosthetic pecker" during a love scene.
*NOTE: BTW, I'm really sorry about that Dick/Babs/Kory story, because I thought I could pull it off, but it really did suck. I wanted to show how those three went from, well, Dick and Babs and Kory to being an OT3 and I stuck with that even after the story begged to be about Dick/Babs and Donna/Kory. It's like how George Lucas started off thinking Han Solo should be a space monster, but then if I'd been George Lucas, they would've cast Harrison Ford and saw how cool he looked with the boots and the vest and shit, then gone "fuck it, let's put him in a monster suit, give him some goddamn tentacles."
Even then, I kinda cheated to get the ending I set out for. Plus, too much sex which I wasn't really good at writing. If I had to revise it now, it would be like sixty percent red ink, so, really sorry if any of you wasted your time with that, hope I made it up to you with all those other stories I wrote.
1. Yes, fanfic does help developing writers. We know this because authors, with books and literary agents and everything, have said so. What, are they lying? Is fandom paying them off?
2. And even if fanfic writers aren't interested in writing as more than a hobby, fanficcing has the same justification as any other hobby: people enjoy it and they're not hurting anyone. And not to disparage anyone's extracurricular activites, but it seems to me like you're far less likely to damage your neck writing fanfic than you are crashing full speed into another human being while in pursuit of a oblong leather ball. That is, unless you're in Supernatural fandom. "HE SAID WHAT ABOUT CASTIEL?" *whiplash*
3. Every time someone writes Cara/Kahlan, God cures a kitten of cancer. Please, think of the kittens.
4. Hey, we got to the point. Okay, so I can't speak for everyone. And I'm not very objective. But I do think writing fanfic has helped me grow as a writer. This is, of course, not counting the fun I've had with macros, or talking with people I met in fandom about who should play Black Canary in a big-budget movie (Charlize Theron), or freaking people out with scans from Italian horror comics. No, this is objective "I used to suck, now I suck less."
Just as an example, in the past few weeks I've written some LotS fic. People have liked them. I've gotten lots of comments, some from BNFs. People think the porn fics are sexy, they think the romantic stories are romantic. It's not winning the Newbery award, but to some degree, people are saluting what I'm running up the flagpole. At the very least, no one's responding with LOLWUT cat macros and writing me up on
fanficrants.Now let's wind the clock back some years to before I got into fandom. Let's see if I have any stories lying around from that bygone area. Hmm... oh my. Oh dear me. Oh, God, I shouldn't show this to anyone...
No! I must prove that fandom has made me a better writer! F-list, gaze upon my work and tremble!
Warning: Do not read this
NOTE: This was like seven years ago. That's one black president ago. Back then, we had to watch movies in only TWO dimensions and Lindsey Lohan was a promising young starlet. So if you've just stumbled on this journal, don't judge me by this. Or by that Dick/Babs/Kory story*.
Bad girl Dylan, chilly Alex, and chipper Natalie were wearing hip-hugging cloth pajamas and sitting back on their favorite sofa in Townsend Detective Agency's new headquarters, watching a scary movie on the viewscreen which was usually concealed in the wall. An intricately woven blanket from halfway across the world was pulled up to their necks and rumped by the normally fearless Alex and Dylan clutching it tightly to their breasts. A bowl of popcorn lay on Dylan's lap and Natalie, cool as a cucumber, shoveled another handful into her mouth as another victim was massacred on screen.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Alex complained.
"Loosen up. The last time you were this uptight we were undercover... literally," Natalie replied, referring to a mission to an extremist Islamic regime that had required the ladies to wear insufferable burqas.
Now I know why we don't use guns. Yecch!" Dylan exclaimed as a bullet ineffectually (and graphically) tore a hole in the killer's hulking torso.
"How do they do that?" Natalie wondered aloud.
Alex answered, happy to have something to take her mind off the gory carnage: "It's all special effects. They put on these blue patches of paint or fabric, then in post-production they edit in whatever's behind Michael Myers." Natalie turned on her with burning eyes. "What, my boyfriend's a movie star!" Alex said defensively.
"That's not it. The guy onscreen is Mason Lecthies, based off real-life serial killer Jason Voorhees. Michael Myers is in Halloween. You know, do-do-doo-do-doo..."
"We get it, Nat," Dylan interceded.
"And Mason's all 'ki ki ki ki, pa pa pa pa'."
"What does that stand for, anyway?" Alex asked.
"'Kill' and 'poppa'. It's from the first one, when the killer was daddy dearest."
We know, Natalie, we saw it right before we danced to that disco theme music, back when watching a Camp Blood marathon to get ready for Chucky Vs. Mason seemed like a good idea."
"Leatherface! Bubba 'Leatherface' Sawyer from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, not Chucky, not Michael Myers, not anyone else," Natalie said, exasperated.
"Ki ki ki ki, Nat, Nat, Nat, Nat..." Alex whispered, her fingers curled into mock-claws. This prompted tension-breaking giggles from all three.
"I'm so glad Jimmy decided to watch the game with Max instead of here. Who knew Charlie could scrounge up Superbowl tickets just to get us some time alone?"
"So shouldn't we be shaving our legs or something?" Alex joked.
"Ugh!" the tomboyish Dylan shouted. "That's the only thing I can imagine worse then watching therse movies.
"Wow! Freak-out!" Natalie said, pausing the movie and setting the popcorn aside on a nearby coffee table.
"Yeah, what's wrong Dylan> If it's about that Helen Zass stuff, you know we didn't.."
"It's not that. It's just... I haven't had a man since... since *him*," Dylan finished lamely, referring to the would-be lover who had turned out to be only using Dylan to get to Charlie.
"Whoa! I knew you hadn't been dating recently, but I had no idea you were going for a world-record dry spell!" Alex exclaimed opposite Natalie's frantic attempts to wave her off.
Naturally, as soon as Dylan turned to Nat, the former cheerleader's face froze in a neutral yet empathic expression. "It's not that bad," she said in her most comforting tone.
"Yes it is!" Dylan argued, now on the brink of tears as Alex stole a mouthful of popcorn out of eyesight. "I even considered going for the Thin Man."
"Thin Man? As in, 'Creepy Thin Man'? Didn't we agree he was evil?" Natalie pondered, tapping her chin sarcastically.
Dylan swallowed and shook her head. "No, he's just misguided."
"Yeah, misguided and *weird*," Alex shot back.
"Weird and cute," Dylan offered. "I can't believe I'm saying this. I'd rather fuck... " She stopped suddenly, noting her company and their inquisitive eyes. "Err... Mason! Yeah, that's it, Mason!"
"C'mon Dylan, tell us about your fantasy lover. I promise I won't tell a soul," Alex pleaded.
"Cross her heart, hope to die," Natalie confirmed.
"No, I can't. You wouldn't understand."
"Is it Bos?" Alex questioned, all atwitter, her hands folded in front of her as if beseeching Dylan for divine intervention.
"No!"
"Chad?"
"Been there, hated that."
"Really?"
"Let's just say I wasn't feeling remorse for using him to rescue Bosley."
"Pete?" Natalie demanded, suddenly paranoid.
"Of course not!"
The interrogating angels looked at each other, then back at Dylan.
"Charlie?" they asked together.
"Hell no!"
"He's probably too old to kiss Helen Zass anyway," Alex quipped.
"Alex!" Dylan said, shocked, her neck twisting from a look at Natalie to see if Alex was serious.
"C'mon Dylan, if we can't talk about boys, let us at least talk about senior citizens. His arithtis-stiffened fingers gently unbuttoning..."
"Eww eww EWW!" Dylan said, her face twisted into disgust at the though. She shuffled herself into a new posture, as if to make sure the thought couldn't find her again. "Can we go back to Mason? At least I can mention him in polite conversation."
"The only way I'll stop is if you tell me who you have a crush on."
"It's not a crush!"
"Oooh! So you *love* him?"
"I didn't say that!"
"So it's not a him?" Natalie joked.
She and Alex laughed, throwing an arm across each other's shoulders for support as they tilted their heads back. When they looked back at Dylan, they stopped laughing. The ex-punk had a bashful look in her eyes.
"Oh my god, it's not a him," Alex said.
"So what?" Natalie said, shuffling forward on her knees to support Dylan. "I mean, it's not like lesbianism is wrong or anything. Even I've been with a woman."
"And I got a little hot 'n' bothered when I saw Madison lick her," Alex offered.
"Alex!"
"On the cheek, Dylan."
"Oh."
"Let's start the movie before the system resets to save power," Natalie suggested, reaching for the remote control.
Alex grabbed her bare arm and both of them nearly gasped at the warmth that passed between them. Dylan's eyes looked at each of them in turn, her face inscrutable except for the tiniest hint of a hopeful grin. Unconsciously, her fingers crossed.
"Ummm..." Alex grasped for words, slowly peeling her hand from Natalie's wrist. "First tell us who you did it with."
"No!"
"Was it while you were seeing Pete? Was it during the Pete-era?" Dylan asked, happy to be dishing some out for a change.
"Yes, but that's all I'm going to say."
"Well, then I'll just compliment Pete on suckering you into a threesome."
"That's not how it happened!"
"What then? Foursome? Fivesome? A full-blown *orgy*?"
"Fine, I'll talk! Just, don't tell Pete anything, 'kay?" Natalie surrendered.
"Sure," Alex agreed.
"Whatever," Dylan said dismissively, leaning closer to Natalie to catch all the pungent details.
"Well, we had just heard about Eric Knox (sorry, Dylan) being kidnapped and we were about to go to Corwin's party when Bosley told me that the bank hadn't cleared the payment for the mission. Anyway, I went to Knox's company to see about our bill when out of nowhere, this beautiful woman dressed in leather walked up. I'm talkin' everything as dead cow hide. Leather vest with a zipper in the front, leather mini-skirt, leather choker..."
"Leather underwear?" Dylan inquired flippantly.
"No, no underwear."
"Just like in Naughty Accountant Ass-Raiders Five!" Alex stated. Upon her partner's bemused glares, she confessed: "It was Jason's first starring role."
Natalie nodded and continued: "Anyway, she sauntered up to me, sat on a desk, unzipped her catsuit down to the naval; which gave me a beautiful view of the sides of her luscious, peach-colored breasts; and said in the most sultry voice imaginable, 'Shouldn't you be out looking for my boss?'”
"Oh no, I think I know where this is going," Dylan said, groaning as she leaned back.
"I definitely know where this is going," Alex said with a wide grin. I can't believe I'm being turned on by this. Who would've guessed something out of a Playboy mailbag could get me hornier then a clit whip.
"I tried to be polite and moved behind her so that I could talk to her without getting an eyeful when she laid back in this cheesecake pose and said 'Or maybe it's not Eric you're interested in.' Then she spun herself so that her head was pointing away from me and uncrossed her legs. It was a real Sharon Stone moment. I could see her beaver and it looked great. Perfectly shaved into this cute little heart shape, no piercings, tattoo of a snake on her left inner thigh, cute little mole on her hip..."
Natalie paused in recollection, almost swooning, her eyes cast heavenward as if the memorable snatch was visible through the ceiling.
"And?" Alex prompted, her clit buzzing so much it took great force of will to suppress the desire to frig herself to instant gratification.
"And we had sex."
"That's it?!" Dylan howled incredulously.
"Yeah."
"That's so anti-climactic!" Alex complained. "That's like saying 'and they blew up the Death Star' at the end of Star Wars, like saying 'and he told Scarlett to go fuck herself' at the end of Gone With The Wind, that's like not saying 'I'll come back' at the end of Mission Extreme 2!"
"What do you want me to say? That the smell of her pussy as I drove my nose into it reminded me of ripe oranges? That she screamed and nearly torn my scalp off in ecstasy as my tongue delved her smoothly shaved depths? That she pushed me away and fucked me with her erect clitoris, grinding it against mine until we both shuddered in release and fell to the floor, nuzzling each others' sweaty breasts?"
"YES!!!" her friends answered at the same time.
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
* * *
Only as the opening credits were rolling on Camp Blood Part XX: Mason Takes Chicago did Natalie remember how the conversation had led to her recounting of the tryst with Vivian Wu. By this time, Alex was fast asleep, her head resting against the left armrest and her feet behind the cushions Natalie and Dylan were lying back against. Dylan's head was slumped over on Nat's shoulder and Natalie's cheek was pressing into the top of Dylan's head. Natalie raised the remote and muted the TV, then nudged Dylan.
"Hey."
"What?" the half-asleep Dylan grumpily replied, snuggling into Natalie's shoulder as if to escape the questioning.
"You never did tell us who you had a crush on."
"If I tell you, will you let me go back to sleep?"
"Sure."
...
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Who is it?"
"You."
Natalie scooted back until her ass was hanging off the right armrest. She had never considered the possibility that her teammate held romantic notions about her. With her support gone, Dylan fell on her side. Natalie's groin happened to break her forehead's fall. That same crotch welled up with a strange tingly feeling as Dylan's face made contact with the parts of Natalie's skin not covered by her Spider-Man panties... namely, her inner thighs and bellybutton.
By this time Alex, if she had ever been asleep at all, was now up. She grabbed Dylan by her red curls and jerked her up with sadomasochistic determination. Her face twisted into a furious scowl, she pointed her free hand at Natalie as if she was proof that Dylan hadn't refilled the coffee machine.
"Her! You want *her*? What about me, bitch!?"
And with that, she kissed Dylan hard, her tongue tickling the roof of the tomboy's mouth, her teeth raking against Dylan's bottom lip. That was that last thing Dylan expected. She was totally taken by surprise. Since she neither responded nor pulled back, Alex probed further. She nuzzled her lips and let her tongue flicker out to lick over her lips. Dylan had regained a little of her composure again. She slightly parted her lips and let her own tongue dart out to shortly trace Alex's lips before their tongues met and melted in the middle. They both felt as if a jolt of electricity had gone through their bodies. Dylan's eyes grew wide as the invader in her mouth seeped warmth down her torso, circling her breasts and pooling at her pussy like flood waters. She had totally forgotten her outrage at both her hair nearly being pulled out and her crush, who looked on in irrational jealousy.
"Hey, cunt, that's *my woman*!" Natalie snapped, pushing Alex back and trying to replicate her effect on Dylan.
Unfortunately, her extreme nervousness, coupled with her anger, made her entire body shake and tremble. She fumbled, her tongue merely licking at Dylan's lips and her mouth settling around Dylan's chin like it was a peculiarly-sculpted phallus.
It was too much. Dylan laughed despite herself, right in Natalie's face. Natalie looked up, her eyes welling with embarrassment, as Alex snaked an arm around Dylan's neck (breaking her and Natalie's liplock in the process) and rubbed against the redhead like a cat.
"Looks like she's my woman after all," Alex sneered, punctuating her remark with a slap to Dylan's firm rump.
"Appearances can be deceiving..." Dylan quipped saucily as she leaned in and frenched Natalie before Alex's disbelieving eyes.
Natalie closed her eyes, letting herself melt against Dylan, the sides of her hands resting against Dylan's chest. Dylan cradled the back of Natalie's graceful neck with her left hand, easing Natalie's head back to allow herself easier access to the beauty's luscious lips.
Alex gaped, her mouth working but producing no sound as the rest of her body froze in a shocked paralysis. She was still gawking when Dylan's free hand wrapped around the back of her head and prodded her from behind, just as Natalie's hands moved to encircle Dylan. Dylan slipped out of Natalie's embrace, substituting Alex into the liplock. Natalie, her eyes still closed in bliss, smiled through the now shellshocked Oriental babe's passive kiss.
"Mmmm, so warm..." she muttered softly into Alex's cheek.
Natalie wrapped herself around Alex as Dylan watched in keen appreciation, trying to unbutton her pajama top without missing one second of the sapphic drama unfolding before her. Alex finally snapped out of it when Natalie squeezed her fit ass. She opened her mouth to receive Natalie's tongue, sucking on it obscenely to the soundtrack of Nat's joyous moans.
Wait a minute, this isn't how Dylan kisses... Natalie opened her eyes to see Alex pulling away from her, smiling seductively and happily at the same time, a thin line of spittle hanging between their mouths like the signature of whatever god of love had brought them together. Oh, it's Alex. Okay.
With her pointer finger, Alex broke the remnant of their kiss, then smudged that which had fallen on Natalie's chin, her other three fingers tracing Natalie's full lips. Natalie's tongue darted out and wetted her top lip, then dragged Alex's forefinger into her mouth and sucked on it. Alex's smile widened and she pulled her finger out slowly, like a man withdrawing from coitus, then wagged her other pointer finger at Natalie. Her supposed disapproval was sabotaged, however, by the fact that she then licked clean her tongue-bathed forefinger.
Natalie smiled at the game and did nothing when Alex extended her free hand. With the back of it she wiped off the blonde's chin, then allowed her pointer finger to catch in the cleft of Natalie's mandible and glide downward, playing over the soft lines of Natalie's throat before hooking her finger around the line of her former rival's neckline and pulling her forward to meet in another kiss.
But before they could consummate the seduction, Dylan's clinched-together hands blocked their lips, then parted to gently set each girl back on either side of Dylan. The redhead smiled mischievously and pulled open her unbuttoned pajama top to reveal a pert set of cream-colored breasts, crowned with pink nipples erect from the arousing sight of her two best friends making out practically on her lap.
"You haven't forgotten about little old me, have you? A little service here!" she demanded jokingly.
Natalie and Alex shared a cheeky raised eyebrow, mouthing promises of love-making to come, before descending on Dylan's cleavage like a pack of hungry wolves. Their wet lips wrapped around her nubs and suckled them like a piece of hard candy. Their heads bobbed and weaved, pulling Dylan's breasts in a hundred different directions, as their hands felt each other up, tickling the undersides of the other's breasts and feeling the smoothness of the other's skin.
'Holy shit' Dylan mouthed as her two lovers warmed-up. The three had been friends so long they could read each other from across a room, let alone while touching. Alex and Natalie now used that ability to gauge Dylan's pleasure and improve their loving based on their own interpretations of what she wanted more of.
Dylan had no choice but to gasp at the unbelievable pleasure of the taboo act unfolding before her. For a moment, her overloaded and pleasure-saturated brain told her dubious body that both of the linguses were the same. This delusion was sort of a tactile version of double-vision and was quickly sorted out as Dylan calmed herself to prevent a preemptive orgasm, inadvertently sorting out the differences in the process. Alex was rough, actually *nibbling* on Dylan's breast, bringing about twin moans of pain and pleasure in unvarying groups of two. Natalie was the opposite, nuzzling and licking and kissing Dylan's other boob like it was both a puppy and a pillow.
Yummy... sugar *and* spice...
As Natalie craned her neck to lick the sensitive underside of Dylan's breast, Alex grabbed Dylan's hand and repositioned it on her own clothed chest, then bit deeply into Dylan's neck. The recipient of her bestial love was so grateful that she played with Alex's nipples, quite visible themselves through Alex's blouse. Natalie was brushing her hand down Dylan's taut stomach and muscular six-pack to find Alex's hand already pulling Dylan's pants down. Natalie repositioned herself to get a better view, absentmindedly working her lips all over Dylan's cleavage (to her excessive joy) as she did so, then slapped Alex's hand away and dove in ahead of her. Two slender fingers were driven straight into Dylan's already moist sex. Dylan squealed with delight.
"Ahh! Ooh!! Oh! Wow! Oh momma! Not so hard, Nat! Ooooooooooooohhh... but not too soft either. Keep it up! Yeah!" she encouraged, her pre-cum liberally sticking to Natalie's pistoning fingers.
Alex looked put off at not being allowed to be the first to induce Dylan into the world of lesbian love, but tempered herself with the 'roundabout' method. She splayed her fingers across the small of Dylan's back, then let them cascade downwards until they captured the curve of Dylan's ever-amazing ass. No junk in her trunk. Having pulled the redhead's pants down to her thighs earlier, Dylan's brown rose was already exposed to the world. With a smile, Alex slipped a finger in, giving Dylan a serious start.
"Oh! Alex, be gentle. It's my first time," Dylan said, playing it as a joke.
Dejected, Alex looked from Dylan to Natalie. She still had Dylan's mouth all to herself. Fine, your go on the Alex-press can be put off as long as you want. You may get to fuck her, Natalie, but I get to be fucked. With that thought, she stood, pulled down her panties, and shoved her bare muff into Dylan's face.
"Lick me," she commanded in a tone that brokered no argument.
"Hmm, shaved. We're a naughty little minx, aren't we Alex?" Dylan teased.
"I'm not the one slobbering all over another woman's cunt, *Dylan*."
Alex backed up her words, grabbing Dylan by the hair and pressing her nose into the breach. It felt so good to be a top again. Jason had a big dick and he knew how to use it, but he was so sensitive. Insults made him sullen, not a better fuck. But the Angels' relationship was strong enough to endure some 'tough love'. And it was about to get a lot stronger.
Dylan opened wide, stuck her tongue out and daintily licked Alex's labial lips, as if sampling a fine wine. Alex shuddered in appreciation for the light touch which even now was causing her pleasure bud to emerge from its sheath. She could tell Dylan was a natural cunnilinguist. It would have been a shame to let her keep wasting her talents on BJ. A real shame.
Natalie looked up from Dylan's melons to see Alex's narrow ass hanging in front of her face, bare as the day she was born. On the left cheek was a tattoo of a thorny rose. Natalie couldn't resist running her tongue along it, an action which caused every hair on Alex's body to stand on end. Shouldn't count this one out either, Alex thought to herself. Either one of these gorgeous bitches would be a good lover. What luck that I get both!
"How's it taste, Dylan?" Alex asked, thrusting her hips back and forth in case there was any confusion over what she was referring to.
"Like honey," Dylan replied honestly. "It's great. Natalie, you've got to get yourself some of this! Here, taste."
With that, Dylan innocently drove her entire hand into Alex's pussy, inadvertently causing the brunette to come within a hair's width of orgasm before she pulled out, her hand dripping with Alex's juices. Like a child being offered an ice cream cone, Natalie abandoned Dylan's tits and sucked on her hands, one finger at a time.
Alex, however, was still recovering from the first serious threat to her dominant status all night. Her breathing was shallow, sweat was literally dripping off her body... what was going on? Alex had had much better lovers work on her for much longer, but none of them had had the effect Dylan had just inspired.
"Excuse me, I need to freshen up," Alex said politely, hoping the others wouldn't perceive her weakness.
"What?" Dylan questioned sharply, not sure she had heard the brunette right. "No, stay with us." This as Natalie fellatioed her pinkie.
"I have to wash my hands," Alex lied, holding up the finger which had anally violated Dylan earlier.
"Oh. You should do that."
Natalie stopped vacuuming Dylan's digits for a moment to acknowledge Alex with a gaze that was heavy with lust... and something more? "Be back soon," she requested lovingly as Dylan's now-spotless fingers grabbed her chin and pulled her into a deep kiss, the taste of Alex being shared between them.
The kiss broke and both women ceased their passion to watch Alex's swaying hips as she entered the bathroom and shut the door. They turned back to face each other.
"Say Dylan, do you think it's fair that someone can be loved by two women, but not give anything to the woman she's supposed to be in love with?"
"No. Not fair at all," Dylan agreed, rubbing her hands over Natalie's thighs.
"My leg's asleep. You're in much better condition for love-making than I am. So you do me, then I'll do you," Natalie said.
"Sounds like a winner to me," Dylan confirmed.
Dylan kissed her: hard, deep, ruthlessly. She felt Natalie leaning into the kiss, felt her fingers digging in, as they both opened their mouths. They managed to disrobe each other while still joined at the lips, their clothes strewn around as they frantically undid buttons and frantic fingers reached for the touch of bare skin. Dylan unhooked Natalie's bra with a practiced flick, and Natalie shoved Dylan's pants down her legs until she kicked them away.
Urgently but gently, she guided Natalie backwards to the couch, and laid her down, pressing her thigh between Natalie's legs, squeezing Natalie's nipple. Small moans escaped from Natalie between kisses. She pulled Dylan closer, and raked her hands down Dylan's back. She thrust herself hard onto Dylan's thigh, and Dylan felt Natalie's wetness on her thigh. She sucked Natalie's neck and covered her throat with bites and kisses. She felt Natalie reaching for her clit, then finding it. She grew hotter as Natalie stroked and squeezed it, and somehow the two of them tumbled to the floor, Natalie on top.
"Is that the way you like it?" Natalie hissed as she thrust two fingers into Dylan's pussy.
She went right to the G spot and rode it hard. Dylan purred her approval and tried to roll back over. She thought Natalie would be easy to get back down, it wasn't like she had much leverage with the bad leg. But the smaller woman surprised her. Suddenly Dylan felt cool steel across her breasts. A spare crutch, now held by Natalie, pinned Dylan down, and she looked up to see a glint of triumph in the other woman's eyes. Dylan tried to sit up, but found she couldn't. She struggled and Natalie pressed down harder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from moving. Dylan found herself growing hotter.
"You want me to let you up?" Natalie whispered. "Make me."
Dylan wrapped her legs around Natalie, who thrust even harder into her; she almost forgot she was trying to get back on top it felt so good. Natalie's small, sure fingers went in deeper and deeper, even without lube, Dylan was so wet she thought she might take Natalie's whole hand.
"There's some lube in the other room..." she breathed, and as Natalie turned her head toward the bedroom, Dylan took advantage of the distraction to roll her back over.
Dylan continued to ride Natalie's upthrust hand, rocking back and forth in waves of pleasure. She knew she was going to come, but tried to prolong it because she was soaring so high. She pulled Natalie's face up to hers and thrust her own tongue deep in the other woman's mouth. Their tongues were entwined as Dylan felt herself contract hard around Natalie's fingers. She came in a sudden sharp rush, and felt her juices trickling down Natalie's hand. Natalie gently slid out of Dylan and slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and she licked Dylan's cum delicately. She kissed Dylan again, and Dylan could taste herself on the other woman's lips.
"Thanks for that," Natalie said, looking both awed and proud of herself.
"That was SO hot," Dylan replied, her voice low and husky. "I don't let anyone hold me down unless I really like them...but I knew I was in good hands with you."
"And you had good hands in you," Natalie replied, kissing Dylan once more. They were both slick with sweat and their own juices, and Dylan shivered a bit as the air conditioner kicked in.
"Do you want to continue this under the covers? We haven't actually been in bed together yet," she pointed out.
Natalie laughed, a full, lusty crow that Dylan suspected she rarely let out. She wanted to see what else Natalie was hiding, spend all night, and even the next day, and maybe the next night exploring a living body that was fascinating her.
"You do want to stay, don't you?" she asked. She'd already learned that Natalie could stand her ground.
"Very much," Natalie replied. "I want to make love with you, and try all the things I haven't found out about myself."
Dylan pinched Natalie's labial lips, drew them back a bit, then let them go to snap at Natalie's clit. The blonde howled in appreciation, then grabbed Dylan and set her down gently on the coffee table. Dylan reached up, wrapped her arms around Natalie's neck, and pulled her down to lie on top of her, biting lightly on the other Angel's shoulder.
* * *
In the bathroom, Alex fingered herself and tried to keep her mind on Jason. However, the other Angels invaded her fantasies with such persistence that she finally had to settle on a dream orgy. In her fantasy, Dylan and Jason were on a kitschy heart-shaped bed between herself and Natalie. Alex was wearing a crothless gartner and Natalie was wearing cowgirl chaps with vibrators in the holsters. Aside from that, they were naked as jaybirds. And while that bitch Natalie was forced to sit on a stool, no, stand a fair distance away from the action, Alex was in the bed with them, sitting against the stacked pillowed as if to read a book before going to bed.
As the Asian watched, Jason thrust into Dylan. Jason heard Alex moan and, turning to look at her, saw that the breasts he adored above all others were now exposed. The sheet had fallen to her waist when she scooted to a more upright position to better see him and Dylan. Her hand had disappeared beneath the sheet at her waist and was moving back and forth between her legs. Natalie could be heard softly moaning and cooing nearby, both vibrators subvocally humming as they pressed between Nat's breasts, lips, pussy, and asscheeks. The sounds barely registered.
Then Jason was screaming that he was going to cum. Dylan smiled, winked at Natalie, and somersaulted backwards to do a split at the foot of the bed, then bent at the waist to suck Jason's already over pressured cock. Alex moaned loudly and began to writhe on the bed beside Dylan. Her hand was moving furiously at her crotch and the sheet had all but fallen away. The sight of Dylan licking Jason's penis pushed her over the edge and she flailed violently, her head whiplashing in orgasm.
Jason came, shooting his seed deep down Dylan's throat, her swallowing it without a hint of gagging, then sitting up to allow Natalie to invade her ass with duel dildos, bringing her to a near-instanteous orgasm with Jason. Their cries were joined by Alex's as she reached another climax at her own hand.
After she was done, Alex hid her nether regions with some very special panties... a strap-on dildo she had kept secured in the toilet tank since her last lezzie lover, an Angel who left to join the FBI Cyber Crimes taskforce, had thought to hide it there. She pulled the thong-like appartus tight around her hips and thought of the great idea the dream-Natalie had given her. The dildo hanged menacingly between her legs as she smiled in prescient triumph.
This is gonna be fun.
* * *
Alex reentered the main room. Dylan was naked save for her rolled-up pajama top, which was hung around her neck like a towel and trailed down to rest on the tops of her breasts. She had seated herself over the middle of the couch like a cat, her legs open and her arms resting atop the back of the couch. Natalie, now nude, had belly-flopped onto the coffee table, her legs drooping off the edge to the carpet, letting her almost kneel. Her face was buried in Dylan's snatch. By the redhead's... spirited fits, she was enjoying the cunninlingus. Natalie's blonde hair fell over her spread thighs and her lover's shoulders like a golden wedding veil.
Alex grinned as she saw Natalie's ass jut in and out with her licks. Baby got back, she thought wryly. Stepping forward, she licked the palm of her hand and stroked her artificial cock twice, lubricating it with her saliva. This done, she clapped her hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. Dylan noticed and stopped writhing, leaving the only sound in the room Natalie's soft slurping. Natalie didn't appear to notice the difference, so absorbed was she in giving head. Alex's smile widened; she loved a good surprise. And this was as good as it got.
Her smirk mirrored in Dylan's encouraging face, she grabbed the cheeks of Natalie's ass and, too quickly for the blonde to register, thrust six inches of hard plastic into her anus. Nat screamed into Dylan's cunt, the new sensation causing her bedfellow's mouth to contort into a surprised 'o'. Alex raked her nails over Natalie's back, leaving thin red welts that faded after a moment, and pushed two more inches in.
A steady, low growl emitted from Natalie. "Keep going," she said in a very un-Natalie way from somewhere deep in her innards. "I want all of that thing inside me."
"Someone's not getting all 'filled up' at home," Alex observed before roughly backhanding Natalie's violated ass, leaving the imprint of her knuckles in the form of a bruise. "Now keep your mouth shut, cow, lest I stop your pleasure!"
Dylan almost giggled at the wannabe dominatrix. With a sarcastic grimace, she pulled Natalie up by the armpits until her arms were fully extended, then offered her luscious breasts up for approval. With a murmured thanks, Natalie relieved the pain by biting the bullet of Dylan's nipple. Dylan yelped and reached out to fondle Natalie's hanging funbags, drawing pleasure from the blonde and disapproval from the blonde's mistress.
With a war cry, said mistress jumped off her feet, putting all her weight onto the strap-on. This sent all twelve inches of the dildo straight down Natalie's ass, driving her wild with pleasure and pain. Without missing a beat, Alex settled, straddling the back of Natalie's thighs and licking up the length of her victim's spine.
Natalie screamed in pain/pleasure. Her arms gave out and she collapsed into a waiting Dylan's arms. Dylan, now kneeling on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table, kissed Natalie deeply as Alex sawed the strap-on in and out of Natalie's rectum like a pool cue being pulled back and forth in preparation for a shot.
Natalie pushed Dylan back into the couch and then collapsed onto the coffee table, her breasts pancaking like balloons against the glass. For her, someone had planted nuclear explosives behind her eyelids and prepped them to go off as she lost her anal cherry to Alex's prosthetic pecker. There was nothing she could do about the tit milk fallout, so she let herself ride the rivers of cunt wine straight into Alex's mouth as a thousands hands massaged every inch of her body, inside and out, paying special attentions to her breasts like they were stress toys and it almost hurt but it felt too good to hurt and then her cumming was over and the pleasure faded and she didn't want it to go but it left her with a memory for consolation and she took up the memory in her arms and cradled it to her bosom and let it keep her warm through the post-coital winter.
And Alex pulled out of the blonde and pointed her temporay cock at Dylan with a smile. She sauntered around the coffee table to stand next to the sitting Dylan, then raised her foot and used it to push the coffee table backwards, making enough room on the floor for two adults to frolic.
"Looks like she's dead on her boobs," Alex quipped with a nod to Natalie. "Here's where the real fun begins."
At that moment, the DVD player, which, having finished showing the movie, was back on the animated menu, shut down to conserve power. This, in turn, triggered an electric pulse. That was picked up by a specially-tuned scanner in the form of a cellular phone, which beeped frantically, waking its owner. Said owner then hurried out of her car, across the street, through a window, down a hall, and through a set of doors. And whatever Madison Lee could have expected to see next was as mundane as raking the yard compared to what she actually saw.
Dylan was on her back, her knees speard as if giving birth and her hands cupping her breasts. She was looking up at Alex, who was kneeling in front of her and pumping into her love canal with what appeared to be a strap-on. And behind Alex was Natalie, who had her arm around Alex's throat in a grip so primal that it, coupled with the blonde's fully-erect nipples poking into her back, would have inspired the brunette to autoerotic aspyxhiation were it not for the arrival of Madison just then.
Then again, the unexpected entrance of a tall, voluptrous brunette with a gold-plated pistol in either hand, a short crewcut, and a suddenly wet mouth (and, though the Angels couldn't see it yet, pussy) was enough to shock anyone into impotence. Madison hung there like a puppet whose manipulator had went off to get a sandwich, guns held tightly in her palms like a parody of a stick 'em up. For their part, the Angels couldn't possess themselves to move either. Natalie's hands dropped limply to her side as Dylan's self-exploration of her own boobs turned into a futile attempt to hug herself tightly enough to prevent Madison from getting a good look at her melons.
It was Alex, however, who was the first to react. Standing up (this had the effect of pulling Dylan into the air by the dildo, only to have her slide off it and fall back onto the floor, cumming so hard it ejaculated onto Alex as she made her dramatic speech), she pointed at Madison.
"What are *you* doing here!?" Then, considering that Madison might not like to be drawn into a debate, she stepped over Dylan and her geysering pussy and adopted a kung-fu fighting stance.
Being accosted by the nude dominatix punched Madison back to reality. She smiled genuinely for the first time she and the Angels had known each other, then ripped open her blouse, revealing vast, unrestrained knockers with nipples so hard they could rival diamonds in strength, were a scientist around to test them.
"I'm about to have the time of my life," Madison said simply.
With that, she ejected the clips from her guns, then racked the chambers by pressing them against her nipples. Two unspent bullets fell to the floor beside their respective magazines. Madison hefted her now harmless guns and the notion struck the two Angels behind Alex that the pistol barrels were decidedly, wonderfully phallic. Natalie stepped over Dylan and her oozing pussy to wrap an arm around Alex's 'Dragon Breath'. Now hand in hand with her lover, Alex comprehended that this was no enemy, but a new playmate.
"Me first," Natalie chimed.
Suddenly, two hands parted the Angels to admit a new challenger to face Madison.
"Wait your turn, dear," Dylan said, offering up a handful of her pussy juice for Madison's discering inspeciton. "I'm the one with the frosting for this 'angelfood cake'."
"You can borrow my strap-on," Alex offered hopefully, suddenly anxious to see these two gorgeous bad girls get it on.
Madison pushed her aside, taking the opportunity to stroke her cheek, and embraced Dylan. "Those of us with big clits don't need strap-ons, do we Di?"
"Big clits like this?" Dylan countered rhetorically, ripping Madison's pants down to reveal a hefty little pleasure button poking out of its hood.
"What about hungry clits... like... this!" Natalie posed, fucking herself on Madison's leg.
Madison smiled and pushed the barrel of her right gun into Natalie's pussy, the cold steel tingling the bubbly blonde's labia. Alex arched her eyebrows, impressed, and pulled open her own lower lips to make way for Madison's improvised dildo. She was not disappointed. Though she knew the gun was empty, the danger of being shot, the speculation on the combination of pain and pleasure such a wounding would bring, drove her towards orgasm at supersonic speeds.
Madison let go of the guns and the two furiously masturbating women rammed each other, the butt of the guns bouncing off each other and pushing the barrels deeper into their respective pussies. They rammed each other again and again, each time cooing with delight over the result. Lee then moved her left arm so that the back of Dylan's head was resting in the crock of her elbow. With her left hand she intimately touched Dylan's left cheek, softly prodding it as if checking a fruit for quality. And with her right hand she jammed a finger into Dylan's pussy, hitting her G-spot with unerring accuracy and scoring a minor orgasm.
"Oh! My! That's... wow!" Dylan tried to verbalize.
"You like it, huh?" Madison sardonically stated the obvious.
"MORE!!!"
Madison obliged her, this time sticking three bunched-together fingers into Dylan's cunt, using them to surround Dylan's G-spot and tap it from all angles like a drum. Dylan arched her back, shrieking in pleasure, before she slumped back onto the bed. Madison's fingers brushed her lips delicately.
"Again! Please! Another one!" Dylan begged.
Madison once again stirred Dylan's pussy, employing all four fingers to bring about the climax of their sex games. Dylan wailed like a banshee as she approached orgasm, but couldn't quite make it. The hotheaded Madison slapped her.
"Stubborn little wench, aren't you!?" Madison snapped. "Cum, dammit!"
"I can't! I need more!"
Madison gave Dylan a quick peck on the cheek and moved in between Dylan's legs. Then, with both fists, she plunged into Dylan like a piledriver. Dylan, who had been gripping the foreign blanket between her white-knuckled fingers, ripped it apart in a spasm of ecstacy. Madison's eyes were squeezed shut as she grimly concentrated on giving a good performance, turning her head every so often to check the progress of Alex and Natalie behind her.
"It's here! It's here!" Dylan annouced. "Oh God, I'm coming!"
Madison jumped on top of Dylan and bit her neck roughly, but not hard enough to break the skin. Dylan screamed and rolled over. Madison ended up on top, grinning devilishly down at her victim.
"Finish me off! Finish it, you cunt!" Dylan whimpered breathlessly.
Madison spread her legs and rubbed her clit together with Dylan's. Both women moaned in ecstasy. Dylan quickly took command.
"Oh, this is going to be good! Wait for it, bitch! Not until I say so!"
Dylan panted harder and harder, grunting occasionally as Madison stimulated her to the limits of the human body. Lee then rose off Dylan and moved into 69 position. With a wide grin, she spat in Dylan's pussy and stuck three fingers there to rub it in. Dylan climaxed, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.
"FUCK!" she screamed.
"Now we've gotten somewhere!" Madison declared.
She licked at Dylan's cunt juice with apblomb. An epiphany came to Dylan. Wanting to please Madison as she had been pleased, she used her fingers to spread Madison's labia open.
"Dylan?" Madison asked before the lover in quesiton bit down between Madison's legs with her last post-coital bit of energy, causing the ex-villainess to orgasm uncontrollably. Suddenly, all four women heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. Hurriedly, Alex took control of the situation.
"Dylan, hide Madison. Natalie, get dressed and greet them. I'll be ready in case it's an attack. Standard B-12 signal if they threaten you. Move!"
Lay off me, my word processor didn't have spell-check back then and I didn't have V.C. Andrews books to learn sex scenes from like y'all did. You know what I had? I had Sweet Valley Twins and the Babysitter's Club. Perhaps more relevantly, I had Goosebumps and Fear Street.
So there you have it, folks. Maybe fanfic is illegal, or immoral, or literary rape (literape?). But at least it's taught me not to use the phrase "prosthetic pecker" during a love scene.
*NOTE: BTW, I'm really sorry about that Dick/Babs/Kory story, because I thought I could pull it off, but it really did suck. I wanted to show how those three went from, well, Dick and Babs and Kory to being an OT3 and I stuck with that even after the story begged to be about Dick/Babs and Donna/Kory. It's like how George Lucas started off thinking Han Solo should be a space monster, but then if I'd been George Lucas, they would've cast Harrison Ford and saw how cool he looked with the boots and the vest and shit, then gone "fuck it, let's put him in a monster suit, give him some goddamn tentacles."
Even then, I kinda cheated to get the ending I set out for. Plus, too much sex which I wasn't really good at writing. If I had to revise it now, it would be like sixty percent red ink, so, really sorry if any of you wasted your time with that, hope I made it up to you with all those other stories I wrote.
