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I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school. One
weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and
get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I
was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she
wanted. So she asked to take her brother’s speedboat out and of course
they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had
been navigating her father’s speedboat as well as some of our friends’
skiboats for a while. I don’t think she had ever taken her brother’s
boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn’t
care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems
getting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.
Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and a
really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was
always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she
said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she
had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at
her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier
and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share
of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind
that has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.
I got an instant hard-on.
She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. We
hadn’t begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up
the boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.
She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.
Her brother’s boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used for
racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed
into the driver’s seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her
beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like
a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had
a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard
surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal
pedal was at least 14″ high and stood straight up. I had never seen
a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it
was for the gas and that boat didn’t originally come with it. But
her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so
he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his
liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all.
He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster because
he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and
arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his
foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said
that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never
driven his boat before.
She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car
and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets
a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged
foot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;
her toes didn’t even reach “his toes” of the foot throttle, only just above
the arch of “his foot”. As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel
cup, her foot slid out of her thong. “Dammit!” she yelled and tried to
kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike’s “foot” seemed to like her shoe and
refused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,
I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The accelerator
pedal must’ve pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because
she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since her
foot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,
however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must’ve
hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes
on Mike’s “toes”. She extended her leg as far as it would go and began
pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.
She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble
ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It
had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.
I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I
was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I checked all the gauges and
everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my
right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long
ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the
sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the
front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with
the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This
was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost
fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running
around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on
the massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.
I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedal
in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost
horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered
and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.
It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in
her sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.
Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cock
harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine
caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died
again suddenly.
I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat
seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it
together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit
and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her
bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try
to get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,
moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot
onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.
Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that she
was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes
and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then
she moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.
The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,
now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen at
just the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.
So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedal
for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the
throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge
got my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.
She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her foot
furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,
rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine
from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her
painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red
nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under
her foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,
sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal again
and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I
watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my
instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg
involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot
pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg
straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle
wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a
wallop of pressure! I couldn’t move. But my foot between hers and
the gleaming silver pedal couldn’t feel anything anyway as I began
exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully
horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The
engine started.
>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in
other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There’s more to the
story too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.
As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the top
down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best
time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles
driving barefooted! But isn’t there a law against driving barefooted (at
least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?
If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefoot
drivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please post
to this group!!!
Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)
weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and
get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I
was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she
wanted. So she asked to take her brother’s speedboat out and of course
they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had
been navigating her father’s speedboat as well as some of our friends’
skiboats for a while. I don’t think she had ever taken her brother’s
boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn’t
care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems
getting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.
Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and a
really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was
always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she
said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she
had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at
her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier
and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share
of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind
that has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.
I got an instant hard-on.
She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. We
hadn’t begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up
the boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.
She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.
Her brother’s boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used for
racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed
into the driver’s seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her
beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like
a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had
a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard
surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal
pedal was at least 14″ high and stood straight up. I had never seen
a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it
was for the gas and that boat didn’t originally come with it. But
her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so
he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his
liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all.
He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster because
he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and
arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his
foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said
that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never
driven his boat before.
She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car
and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets
a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged
foot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;
her toes didn’t even reach “his toes” of the foot throttle, only just above
the arch of “his foot”. As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel
cup, her foot slid out of her thong. “Dammit!” she yelled and tried to
kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike’s “foot” seemed to like her shoe and
refused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,
I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The accelerator
pedal must’ve pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because
she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since her
foot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,
however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must’ve
hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes
on Mike’s “toes”. She extended her leg as far as it would go and began
pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.
She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble
ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It
had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.
I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I
was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I checked all the gauges and
everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my
right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long
ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the
sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the
front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with
the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This
was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost
fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running
around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on
the massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.
I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedal
in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost
horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered
and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.
It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in
her sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.
Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cock
harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine
caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died
again suddenly.
I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat
seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it
together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit
and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her
bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try
to get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,
moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot
onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.
Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that she
was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes
and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then
she moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.
The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,
now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen at
just the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.
So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedal
for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the
throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge
got my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.
She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her foot
furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,
rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine
from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her
painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red
nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under
her foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,
sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal again
and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I
watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my
instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg
involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot
pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg
straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle
wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a
wallop of pressure! I couldn’t move. But my foot between hers and
the gleaming silver pedal couldn’t feel anything anyway as I began
exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully
horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The
engine started.
>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in
other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There’s more to the
story too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.
As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the top
down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best
time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles
driving barefooted! But isn’t there a law against driving barefooted (at
least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?
If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefoot
drivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please post
to this group!!!
Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)
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“It’s not that it didn’t do her good”, Logan said. “If it stays between you,
it’s your business and I will not mess with it.”
“It does”, Alison said. “She really enjoys it.”
“I never said she didn’t”, Logan said. “But you girls be careful. Rogue is
not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know
for certain doesn’t enjoy woman’s touch, inside her head… treat her kind.
Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you’re
doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I’m not
sure that she understands it. I wouldn’t be so sure that she can handle
rejection, thinking that she’ll have to go back to that lonely torture. It
could drive her to madness. So whatever you do…”
Alison nodded, touched by Logan’s words. After all, her relationship with
Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been
a criminal, and even when they’d been teammates, there had been problems.
She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know
about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved?
“And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses,
I’ll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?”
“Of course”, Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there,
surrounded with her own thoughts.
“So, what should we do now? Any ideas?” she finally asked.
“It’s up to you”, Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway’s
bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn’t much compared with full
daylight. “Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I’ll be back on
Saturday.”
He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards
the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit,
asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as
he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously.
“So, a whole day to spend”, Alison said. “There is no mutant activity anywhere,
no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do?
“Come in my room”, Elizabeth said. “I have something to show you.”
Elizabeth left Alison’s mind before she could object or ask anything. For a
second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth’s bare pussy, but then
she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all
decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They
still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn’t love
each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run
away from the evil world for a moment, explore one’s body, enjoy each other’s
touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or…
“Elizabeth!” she gasped when she opened the door.
The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still
glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a
few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her
hands were caressing Elizabeth’s breasts, other two were keeping her pussy
wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm.
She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and
harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her
wet pussy softly.
Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but
Elizabeth’s butterfly-like mind held her back. “It’s all right!” she yelled
telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her
physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral
caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone
in the whole wide world.
“Cant… you see… it’s all her magic…” Alison said with her last ounce
of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling
on the floor.
“Is she all right?” Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had
found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. “Don’t worry about her”,
she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who
relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers.
Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth’s lips with hers. They let their tongues
play together, then took turns probing each other’s mouth. Spiral put her
four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her
legs around Spiral’s beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but
then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts
almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting
never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth’s hair and growled, and
the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together.
“I want you”, Spiral panted. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked
her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against
Spiral’s lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman’s skin was so sweet,
and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and
moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her
body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure.
“Oh GOD!” Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had
ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth’s
…End of the part9. To be continued..
Kurt cried as her thrusts accelerated. Storm’s moans had melted into one
constant hum as her orgasm approached. Suddenly Kurt stopped and looked
into ceiling, but right after he thrusted once, then rapidly twice and
Storm felt his warm ejaculate fill her from inside. Her clitoris pulsated
as Kurt’s organ rubbed it, her sensitivity increased beyond limits.
Storm’s fingernails made blood come out of Kurt’s back as she came for
fifteen seconds. Kurt didn’t notice – his cock was doing post-orgasmic throbs
simulated more by Storm’s vaginal movement. Kurt fell on her, his body
completely relaxed, and Storm caressed his hair with his hand and kissed his
ear nipple. Kurt waved his tail joyfully, which made Storm laugh. As she
laughed, another laugh was heard from the armchair in the corner, belonging
to a certain teenage brunette. Kurt and Storm looked at Kitty, who had been
sitting in that chair, watching the pair make love. They could tell by her
looks that she had orgasmed with them, as she sat there, her hand caressing
lazily her clearly visible, shining pussy.
They couldn’t see, though, hundreds of eyes watching them from another
dimension. Ending credits filled the closeup pan of Kitty’s sweaty body,
and the audience cheered. Their master had, once again, given them perfect
entertainment.
“Just look at them!” Mojo shouted. Domo was doing his calculations without
emotion (Mojo had never given him any) as he predicted the nettings of this
film. “I’m their God, just like I should be! And did you say that it was
a bad idea to once try an XXX-rated instead that usual dull villainbashing?”
“You were right, master”, Domo said as he wrote the bottom line in the
books. “This will be your greatest success ever. I suggest that you produce
a lot more like these, with actor/actress combinations like…”
“NEVER!” Mojo screamed with frenzy. “I am an artist, don’t you get it?”
Just for the kick of it Mojo took some his disgusting personal bipedal
slaves and took 50 years from their meaningless lives. “There lies the art
you’ll never understand – giving it all up! I could net the whole multiverse
with porn movies, but it wouldn’t be art! I can do something better than
make some yeucky non-spineless man teleport another ugly woman into someplace
where there’s sex going on!”
“You’re right, my master. I can see the light now.”
“Don’t! Don’t take my light!” Mojo shrieked, and then it was all dark.
“Give me back my light right now, you… traitor!”
Mojo ripped Domo to shreds, but the light was gone for good.
“Spiral?” he said, having sulked for an hour.
“Yes, my master?”, the six-handed swordswoman said, awaiting orders.
“I have a job for you”, Mojo said, grinning wide.
>
Exams are over for this spring, so here it is… X-Men part 3!
Nowadays X-Men comics are crap and I don’t follow them at all. Therefore
this story takes place some time before Acts of Vengeance, when everyone
thought the X-Men were dead and they lived in Reavers’ base. This is not
the *same* X-Men that Marvel publishes, so I don’t violate any copyright
laws, OK? It just looks and feels the same, but it isn’t. Really.
Disclaimer: As a Finn, I can’t write different dialects of English that
X-characters use. If anyone wishes, s/he may edit this story for richer
language. Send it back to me, then.
This story may be distributed freely, but if you make profit with it,
send me half of it and I’m happy. (Wishful thinking.)
->
“I’ll be right back”, Rogue said cheerfully and left the kitchen. Logan
and Alison said bye and continued eating. It was leftovers from yesterday’s
dinner, but when microwaved properly it still tasted good. Alison yelled
Rogue some advice about how she shouldn’t scare any 747 pilots, but too
late – she was gone.
“Alison?” Logan said, having finished his meal. His voice was rather serious,
and Alison stopped eating. She put her glass back on the table and asked
“Yes?”
“I’m not blind”, Logan said. “Anyone can see that something has happened to
Rogue – her very body has moved differently for the last three days. It’s like
she’s a whole new person, not herself nor Carol.”
“Well, she’s been quite happy with herself”, Alison admitted, trying to sound
as if she were an outsider. She knew very well that she was an open book to
Logan, and only made things worse. “Perhaps she and Carol have somehow found
peace together, and have combined into something new.”
Logan shook his head. “No, it isn’t Carol. I knew her for years, and I should
know.” He stood up and put his tableware into dish washer. “It’s Rogue all
right, and I think I know what has happened here. It’s between you and Liz
too – the way you behave with others present tells it all. And that the two
of you tiptoed to Rogue’s room last night and stayed there for hours with
no audible sounds – I take it that you ensured your secrecy by absorbing
everything?”
Alison went speechless and filled her mouth with meat loaf instead. She was
very ashamed to hear this from her teammate.
…End of the part8. To be continued..
didn’t object. She opened her eyes and guided Kitty with gentle words, placing
her other hand on Kitty’s teenage breasts. Kitty giggled and placed her hands
on Storm’s hips. “Put them lower and it feels better”, Storm said before she
kissed Kitty on her lips. Kitty grabbed her ass cheeks and put her fingers
inside her pants, feeling the skin under them. Storm felt that she’d become
wet and whatever objections she might have had to seducing a teenage girl
dissolved.
“Oh god”, Kitty giggled Storm took off her shirt and threw it in the corner.
Her breasts were firm and brown just like her skin, and the nipples were
dark and inviting. “Kiss them”, Storm said, touching Kitty’s teenage nipples
with her fingers. Kitty hesitated at first, but then seized the opportunity
and started sucking the left nipple. “Use your tongue, too”, Storm adviced
her, and right away her tongue darted to circle around her nipple. “The other
one, too”, Storm said, wanting this girl desperately to satisfy her thirst.
“You feel so good”, Kitty said and looked up at Storm’s face. Her scent had
attached to Storm by now, and smelling it mix with her natural scents drove
Kitty wild. Storm’s underpants were white and her black pussy hair was clearly
visible through them. Kitty jumped on Storm and turned her on her back, and
the former goddess was delighted of this turn. Kitty took the pants off and
they were both naked now.
After they had been lying side by side, caressing and exploring each other’s
pussies with their fingers, they decided to get into some serious action.
Neither of them had come yet, and Storm asked if they could do some 69. She
helped Kitty into the right position and told her to start. The closeup sight
and smell of Storm’s black pussy drove Kitty nuts and she inserted her tongue
between her pussy lips. Storm moaned and explained Kitty all the right moves.
She had patience to wait until Kitty had reached the rhythm, and then shot out
her own tongue to Kitty’s bare pussy. Kitty shivered when she felt something
soft and wet enter her, but Storm told her to keep going and she did.
The sensation caused Kitty come almost immediately, and she buried her face
into Storm’s hips as she was on all fours and coming into Storm’s mouth. All
the time Storm licked her, the insides of her thighs, lapping her pussy lips
vertically all the way like a dog. Kitty regained her consciousness and went
on eating Storm, who dropped her head on the pillow and enjoyed the sight.
She had to fight not to go on with Kitty’s wet pussy dangling a few inches
above her face, but she wanted to get something for herself and she didn’t
want to distract Kitty, who was quickly learning the procedure. This was what
the girl had wanted to do in her fantasies, and she enjoyed doing it in real
life, too.
Storm was reaching her first orgasms (and the signs were that it was going to
be an earthquake), when a familiar bamf exploded near the ceiling. “Here’s
the stuff you asked me to bring”, Nightcrawler said, her eyes focused on the
bag he was carrying, “I hope I remem… Lieber Gott!”
Kitty was scared the second time today as she jumped off the bed and tried to
run to the bathroom door. Kurt recognized Storm, who was pulling the blanket to
cover her lower body as Kitty ran past him and phased through the bathroom
door. “Kitty!” he shouted, but the girl had already locked the door.
“Nice timing”, Storm said with no remarkable emotions.
“Ororo! You are alive!” Kurt shouted, happily surprised. He jumped on the bed
and hugged Storm, who gave her a big hug back, not caring about her exposed
body. This was the man he’d met hundreds of perils with, went to the deepest
hell to rescue him. This was not the time to be petty.
“What happened to you? I saw you on TV, dying in Dallas!” Kurt asked.
“It’s a long story. I just say that we’re alive and kicking”, Storm smiled.
“Thank God! All the guilt I’ve been through, when I didn’t fight and die with
you! It was bad enough when Beyonder didn’t take me to San Fransisco to fight
the Sentinels with you, but this! And you’re alive now!”
They hugged again, this time more intensively. Kurt couldn’t help sensing the
passionate, pheromone-emitting woman next to her, and he noticed his hardon
when it poked into Storm’s stomach. He was suddenly very embarrassed, but
Storm, still aroused with Kitty’s cunnilingus, just touched his lips with
her forefinger and smiled. Kurt was pretty ashamed when Storm pulled his T-
shirt over his head and dove for his nipples.
“I don’t think that this is a good idea”, Kurt moaned. “It is against my OH!
religion.” Storm slid his palm inside Kurt’s shorts, feeling the erected organ.
She moaned and kissed Kurt, probing his mouth with her tongue and giggling a
single sharp sound when Kurt’s sharp teeth tickled it. She made Kurt sit on
the bed and pulled her pants out, revealing a modest, blue cock. His tail
shivered when Storm put her other hand on his ass, taking the beginning of
his tail in her palm.
“Yes”, Kurt whispered when Storm’s lips and warm breath touched his cock.
She kissed the tip and circled it with her hot tongue, tasting Kurt’s pre-
ejaculate. He had never had a hardon like that in his life, it ached for
a woman’s touch. And Storm certainly knew how to handle a situation like this.
After a short while Storm let Kurt go and set herself lying on the bed. She
opened her legs and smiled invitingly. Kurt leaped on her, they joyfully
wrestled for a while and then stopped at a common signal to kiss each other
passionately. “Enter me, I want you”, Storm moaned. Kurt’s tip touched her
pussy lips, stayed there for a moment as he teased her, then entered all the
way in. Storm arched her back as his rod set her on fire. Kurt started pump-
ing her as she moaned and rubbed his ass with her both hands.
Kurt was in ecstacy when Storm’s vaginal muscles fondled his cock. Storm
was already wet, so there was no significant friction. They both breathed
heavily, wanting to come and feel each other’s body completely. “I’m coming”
…End of the part7. To be continued..
knew that Gateway had a job for her alone, destination fixed in a mysterious
way she’d never understand. Storm rushed to the corridor, downstairs and
out. She was wearing only her underwear, but she didn’t think that she’d
have time to go get her battle uniform on. Grainy sand beneath her bare feet
didn’t bother her at all as she ran towards the bright light.
At the very next moment she was gone, and it took her a split second to
orientate again. She knew that the hill she’d been in a second ago was now
dark again, illuminated only by stars above. Storm dropped like a cat a few
feet on a cold, slippery floor and she realized that she was in someone’s
bathroom. There were no sounds audible for her keen ears at first, but then
she heard footsteps closing in. She quickly decided that she’d better find
out where and with whom she was before she’d reveal herself, and she decided
to hide behind the shower curtain.
As she had pulled the curtain close again the door opened. Storm couldn’t
see through the curtains, but the sounds the person made revealed that she
was a woman. When she came closer and took a bottle on the shelf Storm saw
that she was a beautiful woman indeed, and she had no clothes to cover her
bare white skin. She had a long brown hair and her moves gave and impression
of a teenager.
When the woman started humming a simple tune, Storm realized that it was her
former teammate Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, whose mutant power was to slide her
body through solid matter. She peeked through the opening to confirm this,
wanting to reveal herself before Kitty sat on the toilet seat or anything.
Kitty was facing away from her, rubbing something on her skin. She moaned as
she caressed her tits. Storm suddenly stopped, careful not to make a sound.
Kitty looked at herself in the mirror, admired her young body for a while and
exited the room.
“Lockheed, what’s the matter with you? I think I told you to stay out!”
Storm heard Kitty say angrily. “No, I won’t let you into my bathroom. Don’t
you dare to try that innocent look on me. Last time I left the door open you
drank all my perfumes. No, don’t you dare! What’s the matter with you now? Get
out and let me do this alone!”
Storm ran quietly to the door, opened it a bit and looked out. She had a full
view to Kitty’s room. Outside the window there was a brightly shining sea,
the sunset coloring the sky red. Kitty was standing in the middle of her room
preaching to Lockheed, who hovered five feet off the ground. The animal had
sensed Storm and was trying to get to her.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Kitty yelled at her pet. Lockheed had
looked straight into Storm’s eyes and was about to rush to meet the long-lost
friend. Kitty grabbed it’s neck and dragged the beast outside before it had
time to fly. Storm had shut the bathroom door and tried to remain quiet as
Kitty locked the door and shouted “and this time keep out” and jumped back on
her bed.
Storm lay her hand on the doorknob when Kitty started moaning aloud. She heard
the sounds of Kitty kissing her own arm, fallen deep in her private fantasy,
and passionate whispers Kitty’s lips uttered, calling for her name, praising
her body, asking her to take her! “Now what am I going to do?” Storm thought
and cursed the situation. Gateway must have had a reason – he always had. She
decided that if she waited, it could be too late for Kitty and her. She opened
the door and stepped out when Kitty was moaning something about Ororo’s eyes.
Kitty was lying on her bed, her legs spread, eyes closed, and for a second
Storm was able to see her virgin teenage pussy. Kitty was shaken into reality,
covered her pussy and screamed. When she recognized Storm, whom she thought was
dead, she stopped shouting and just stared at her.
“Kitty”, Storm said peacefully, “it’s all right! It’s me, Ororo, and I am very
much alive.” Kitty hid her body as well as she could when Storm told her every-
thing that had happened. When she had finished, Kitty had calmed down and
looked ashamed.
“How… how much did you hear?”
“Enough to realize that you have fantasies just like everyone else”, Storm
said. “It is all right, I am not angry. It’s great to know that someone thinks
I am sexy.” Storm walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge.
“It’s not what you think”, Kitty snapped, “I’m not a lesbian. It’s just that
ever since Peter left me most of my fantasies have been about women. Especial-
ly you, and sometimes of Jean. But I’m not a lesbian.”
“I didn’t say you were”, Storm said. “Everyone has fantasies about someone of
their own sex. You don’t have to worry about it.”
“It was much easier to fantasize about women”, Kitty said. “I had so many
fantasies in my head, and even when you died, the fantasies just intensified.
My other memories of you faded, but the fantasies were still crisp, so I held
into them. It felt good to remember you, think about you as you were. Do you
remember when we first met in that cafe, when those Hellfire Club mercenaries
attacked? I have admired you ever since.”
Storm nodded. In their line of work they had to face the whole spectrum of mad-
men, save the world and try to live normal lives at the same time. It wasn’t
odd to see it affect a teenage girl.
“But it’s so good to see you’re alive”, Kitty said and hugged her just like
Alison had a moment before. Storm felt Kitty’s nipples touch hers through her
silken shirt, and she smelled the perfumed oil Kitty had rubbed on her body.
Storm kissed Kitty instinctively on her forehead, the kiss was slight and
friendly. Kitty had such a beautiful hair – brown, firm and so clean. Storm
closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She felt Kitty’s lips on her neck, caressing shyly her shoulders, but she
…End of the part6. To be continued..
because Rogue was so turned on, but she wanted to be sure.
Elizabeth moved down to Rogue’s breasts and started licking the nipples. They
were brown and looked really nice on her firm tits. Rogue yipped of excitement
and then arched as she approached another climax. Alison moved her finger in
circles around Rogue’s clitoris. She felt how her asshole’s muscles vibrated
once, then again – the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. “Oh
YYEEEEEEEEEESS!” Rogue screamed as she came, Alison’s both fingers climaxing
her, supporting her launch to orbit. Elizabeth took the orgasm to her and
smiled wider than ever. Alison almost came because of the sight of these two
superheroines orgasming in front of her very eyes.
“How can I ever thank you”, Rogue laughed like a teenage girl afterwards.
“After all this pain it was this easy, oh damn. I love you both.”
Elizabeth kissed her again and got up. The boys could come any minute -
“unless they’ve ended up into some brothel”, Alison said, adding that they
couldn’t know what the men did when they didn’t take women with them to
adventure – and they didn’t want them to know about this. Rogue asked if
this escapade could be done again, and both women agreed. After all, Rogue
had a lot of catching up yo do.
>
You asked for it. Here it is, X-Men part 2, featuring… Excalibur!
Nowadays X-Men comics are crap and I don’t follow them at all. Therefore
this story takes place some time before Acts of Vengeance, when everyone
thought the X-Men were dead and they lived in Reavers’ base. This is not
the *same* X-Men that Marvel publishes, so I don’t violate any copyright
laws, OK? It just looks and feels the same, but it isn’t. Really.
Disclaimer: As a Finn, I can’t write different dialects of English that
X-characters use. If anyone wishes, s/he may edit this story for richer
language. Send it back to me, then.
This story may be distributed freely, but if you make profit with it,
send me half of it and I’m happy. (Wishful thinking.)
->
In her dream Alison was running in a living corridor called Ratway whose
walls were covered with pornographic photos of Alison. She was sure that
if she slowed down the fat breath would catch her. As she ran deeper, the
pictures got harder. They showed her with ten-year-old boys, with schafers,
with whips and chains, tied upside down with her tits bleeding from several
wounds. She tried to yell that she’d never been in such pictures, but the
corridor ended in a mirror with a familiar face reaching for her body and
laughing her head off.
“Look at yourself, star”, Malice said, pronouncing “star” like a hamburger
frying in grease. Alison fired a photon beam at the mirror, and as the
mirror should have shattered into fragments the world around her did that
instead and Malice laughed as she fell into sharp darkness.
She panicked and shot several beams around, each strong enough to severely
maim a normal human being. A familiar voice called her and she jumped up.
Her bedroom lights were burning and she had shot a hole in her sheet. Storm
was ducking on the floor, shouting for her to stop.
“Alison, it’s just a dream!” she shouted as Alison’s corona cooled through
the visible spectrum and faded away. Storm raised her head above Alison’s
bed to make sure her friend was wide awake. Alison looked around, shocked
for the destruction of some of her furniture, including the mirror on the
wall.
“Oh god, it felt so real”, Alison sobbed. “Malice.”
The name made Storm understand. After all, she’d once been subject to the
powers of the evil telepath who had feasted with Alison’s emotions. That
time she’d won, nature’s child keeping her emotions her own, but the victo-
ry hadn’t come too easy.
“She’s gone”, she soothed Alison. “It was just a dream.”
Storm went to sit beside Alison and held her in her arms. Alison grabbed her
like a baby, reaching for safety. “It’s all right”, Storm said.
“Did I wake the others?” Alison asked, ashamed of herself.
“Apparently not”, Storm answered. Alison’s room was situated quite far from
the others, and she hadn’t screamed or anything. Walls in the Reavers’ base
were also quite soundproof. Wolvie would’ve heard the sounds, of course, but
he wasn’t present right now. He was in Madripoor, where he had some business
of his own he never talked much about.
Storm held Alison in her arms for minute, then for another when she noticed
that Alison had fallen asleep again. She put her gently on the bed, held her
hand for a few seconds and then put that also down. Her teammate now looked
peaceful like a satisfied newborn. Storm stood up and started walking to the
door, when sudden bright light coming from the window stopped her. She turned
quickly on her heels, ready for fighting, but then she saw a lone character
sitting on the hill, emanating the light.
“You mean me?” Storm asked, even though no-one heard her. Still, she somehow
…End of the part5. To be continued..
it between them. As her hand reached Alison’s pussy they rolled sideways to
give her more room to operate.
Elizabeth rubbed her pussy lips with her fingers as she licked her swollen,
wet breasts. “Yes”, Alison moaned as she inserted her finger inside her,
examined her for a while, found her clitoris and concentrated in it. Alison
arched her back and stretched her feet as far as she could to intensify to
feeling. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, and Elizabeth could feel
the fantasies going on inside Alison’s head. She opened herself to them and
became a part of them, bringing them closer together. Because she could feel
what Alison felt, she was all the time able to touch her where it felt best.
Alison was now pulsing colorful light into every direction as she couldn’t
– and didn’t want to – control her body and lust.
“Oooh”, she yelled as she felt the orgasm make its way through her hot body.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and became one with Alison’s mind, feeling the
orgasm as personally as she did. Her own body, to which excitement was too
much, responded by exploding into an orgasm of its own. They breathed heavily
as they held tight into each other, prolonging the orgasm, feeling it, sharing
it together.
As soon as the orgasm had been enjoyed into the last drop, Alison laid Eliza-
beth on the floor and started eating her. First she licked her pussy lips and
the insides of her thighs, then she inserted her tongue into her pussy and
started moving it back and forth, casually pointing it at Elizabeth’s clitoris.
Elizabeth writhed in ecstacy and moaned something incomprehensible. Alison
took her tongue out, lapped her wet pussy lips, then inserted it again. She
repeated this several times, which almost drove Alison into frenzy. Finally,
when Elizabeth’s moans were so intense that they could mean only one thing,
she rocked her tongue inside her. Elizabeth welded their minds together and
Alison felt the same sensation as her pussy, dangling up in the air, became
the transmitter of pleasure radiating from Elizabeth’s massive orgasm.
They repeated this cycle several times, each time more passionately until
they suddenly heard a dizzy southern voice calling for them in the hallway.
They tried to reach for their clothes, but it was far too late. Rogue appeared
at the door, dressed in her nightgown. Her speech cut in the middle of the
sentence as she saw her teammate’s nude bodies trying to cover themselves.
“Im sorry”, she said. Her Rogue persona had the controls now. “I didn’t
mean to interrupt.”
“It’s our fault”, Elizabeth said. “We should’ve done this in our private
rooms.”
“It’s OK”, Rogue said. “I mean, enjoy each other’s bodies when you can”, she
said, not trying to hide her sadness. “I just wanted to see if everything is
under control here. I’ll go back to bed now.”
“Rogue, don’t go”, Alison said. “Let’s talk about this.”
“There is nothing to talk about for me”, Rogue said, trying to hold herself
together. The glass in her hand broke into pieces, but she didn’t even notice.
Alison walked to Rogue, looking like she had an idea. Before Rogue had time
to do anything, Alison had raised her suit between them and suddenly kissed
her through it. The fabric was thick enough so Rogue’s powers didn’t work.
Rogue raised her hands high up in the air to avoid touching Alison with her
bare hands. Alison kept her hands firmly on Rogue’s ass.
The kiss wasn’t very satisfying to Alison, but to Rogue it was heaven. It
had been so long since she had kissed Cody and first discovered the curse of
her powers. She could still remember when she had been able to touch others
as a gift from Loki, and how Northstar had kissed her as they had danced. But
that was years ago, and the pain had already hidden the beautiful memories.
“Yes”, Rogue said as Alison pulled back after a long kiss. “How come I never
thought about that?”
“Because guys think with their cocks”, Elizabeth said. “This wouldn’t allow
them to penetrate into you. But if you don’t mind us girls, we think that
we could relieve you from years of pressure.”
“I’d love that”, Rogue said, her eyes shining brightly.
In a minute Rogue was lying naked on her bed and Elizabeth was kissing her
through a piece of cloth. Elizabeth was fingering herself with one hand,
transmitting the sensation to Rogue to increase her pleasure. Of course
Rogue had orgasmed, since she’d been able to do it to herself with no
difficulty, but it also reminded her of something she’d never feel and
increased the pain afterwards. Because of her superhuman strength she had to
be careful with the other girls, so she just took what they had to give.
Alison had fetched a plastic glove from the sickbay, with which she now
fingered Rogue. The glove was wet and warm of Rogue’s pussy juices that
had waited for so long for someone. Rogue clitoris was swollen hard for
the excitement. She breathed slow and hard, rubbing her ass cheeks on the
sheets. It felt so good!
“Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh GOD!” Rogue screamed as she reached her first peak.
Alison let her come for a moment, then she quickly helped her to reach the
peak again. Rogue had been waiting for this for so long and was heaving with
excitement. For the first time since her mutant powers emerged she was happy
and relaxed. Carol Danvers tried to complain something about how she didn’t
like lesbianism, but she silenced it and shut it inside her deepest chambers.
Rogue’s pussy was now a wet, hot chasm of pure passion. Alison inserted her
other covered forefinger inside Rogue’s tight asshole and pushed it deeper.
She had to be careful, because Rogue’s superhuman muscles might very well
squeeze her finger into jelly. There seemed to be no danger of that now,
…End of the part4. To be continued..
“That’s right. But this conversation is turning into a dangerous direction.
It’s not Rogue’s fault that she is like that, and we shouldn’t talk about
her when she’s not present. But after Longshot… I’d pick Alex.”
“Yeah. He is soooo sexy in that black uniform!”
“Right!”
“Do you think that we are sexy, wearing these skintight costumes? Have you
ever thought how people must be looking at us?” Elizabeth asked suddenly.
“You mean they never try to make you bend to see your tits better? Never
make any comments, whistle or ask something immoral when you walk by?”
“They do it to you too?”
Alison looked down at her body. Her clothes really were tight and sexy.
“Then why is it that we are wearing such costumes?”
“You know why. Loose clothes would be dangerous in a fight.”
“Yeah. Right.”
“And of course for the kicks.”
“Especially.”
Elizabeth noticed that Alison’s nipples were now clearly visible under the
garment. Alison was running her hands down her body, trying to find fat or
loose places under her clothes.
“Alison?” she asked, shy again. “What is it… you know… like with a woman?
Alison stopped and looked curiously at Elizabeth. “Why do you want to know?”
“Me… for nothing. I am just curious”, Elizabeth said. “You don’t have to
tell me if you don’t want to.”
“For the starters”, Alison said, “I did it because I had to. There were no
films for straight women, you always had to do threesomes or twosomes with
another girl. Men want to see such stuff from every woman in the film, God
knows why. But I admit that it wasn’t bad, it was far better than with men
in the front of cameras. And definitely a lot better than with those fatty
directors and producers testing the girls they casted.”
“But how is it like?”
“It is like foreplay that goes on and on. It isn’t like sex with men that
ends before you’ve even started. It’s much more tender.”
Elizabeth looked at her, puzzled. “Did you really do such things on films?”
“No”, Alison said, after a while. “It was neutral in the films, not bad,
not good. But I did it a couple of times in a private room with another
actor. Her name was Lisa, and she was five years older than me. We had become
really good friends and we used to sleep together when I had no other place
to go. It felt good.”
“Oh.” Elizabeth said, surprised of this new aspect she’d found in her team-
mate. She wasn’t aware again that she’d been reading Alison’s thoughts. For
a moment she could feel the memory of woman’s touch on her skin, lips kissing
her neck and ear, fingers turning on the wet pussy.
“So now you know.”
Elizabeth moved like in a dream as she stepped up and kissed Alison on her
mouth. Alison’s eyes were wide with surprise as Elizabeth’s tongue caressed
hers, probing tenderly. They held each other’s bodies and Alison started
licking her shoulder, neck and ear with her tongue. Elizabeth sighed with
excitement and held on to Alison tighter so her legs wouldn’t turn into
cooked macaroni and she wouldn’t fall on the floor.
“Let’s do it”, Alison said with passion. Elizabeth retreated on the wide
chair pulling Alison with her and sat down. Alison sat on her lap facing her,
her knees supporting her on the both sides of Elizabeth’s body. Her breasts
were close to Elizabeth’s face, and she caressed them with her hands through
the clothes. Alison felt her pussy moisten and her back arch as Elizabeth
found her nipples and started massaging them. Alison’s ass was resting on
thin air, and Elizabeth moved her hands to support it. She gradually brought
them closer to Alison’s pussy as Alison removed all clothes from her torso,
revealing her breasts for her to lick.
“Oh god”, Alison moaned as she put her hands to Elizabeth’s tits. Elizabeth
was now licking her shiny breasts one by one, burying her face between them
and pulling her closer to her. Alison’s pussy was now tingling as she wanted
this gorgeous creature.
After a minute of this Elizabeth stood up. She was strong enough to carry
Alison, who had now wrapped her arms and legs around her. She put her down
on the floor, which felt a bit cold under Alison’s bare back. Alison caressed
her tits as Elizabeth took off all her clothes and stood there buck naked.
Alison removed her shoes and pants and reached her hand for Elizabeth. She
took it and let her pull her body gently down to her.
Elizabeth was on the top, and they were kissing fiery kisses, their tongues
licking each other’s mouth. Alison wrapped her legs around Elizabeth’s, thus
securing the position. Their hot pussies were now very close, and Elizabeth
placed her right hand over her ass and reached for them from behind. She found
her very own, caressed it for while, then pulled her hand back and brought
…End of the part3. To be continued..
“Oh god”, she said when she found the right command. The picture died into
blackness.
She turned around and looked at Alison, who was trying not to laugh. Her
eyes were delivering a clear message, telling that if she ever told anyone
about these photos, she’d be dead meat. Alison pointed her forefinger play-
fully to her, showing that she’d give her the fight of her life.
“Now. How much did you see?” Elizabeth finally asked.
“Quite enough”, Alison answered. “There was this picture where you were
lying on the bed, eyes closed, legs open and hands on your pussy. And that
other one of you doing Emmanuelle-pose in that chair, except the expression
on your face was somehow more dangerous. I didn’t know you had such reserves.”
“Alison.”
“Elizabeth, come on. OK, so you were young and this guy, let me guess, gave
you a few drinks and you needed cash and did it? It’s not such a big deal,
nothing to worry about.”
“Alison.” Her voice contained now the anger that the shame had covered.
“Come on.” Alison stepped forward and quickly turned the chair around. She
placed her hands on Elizabeth’s neck before she could object. “You should
have seen the discos I performed in when I was young. Real ratholes with
minimum pay. I had to do some posing to reach bearable standards of living,
and most of it nastier than yours. Some of it a lot nastier, since I wasn’t
very beautiful then and no-one wanted to see my body unless it was humped
by some stud. So you have nothing to complain. I was just able to remove them
from my file before anyone else found them. Even all the video stuff. But
at least I had the decency not use my real name, and I don’t think that any-
one recognized me, because I only did cameos if films and usually wore a mask
when I sang onstage.”
Elizabeth sensed that Alison was telling the truth. She let herself loosen
again and sighed. “Now my good massage work is ruined”, Alison said, feeling
her muscled tensed again.
“Sorry”, Elizabeth said.
“It’s OK. My fault”, Alison said and started to rub rougher. “Little facts
of life.”
“Alison?” Elizabeth asked shyly.
“Yes?”
“Did you… I mean, did you ever… you know…”
Alison stopped. “Yes, I did. Even that. It hurt at first, but gave me double
the money I would have normally earned, so I did it even though I hated it.
You don’t want to hear any details.”
“No, not that. I mean…” Alison stopped at the middle of sentence, swallowed
some air and said “nothing.”
Alison’s grip tightened a bit, and for a moment neither of them did anything.
“I didn’t mean to read your mind”, Elizabeth said quickly, in an apologizing
voice. “It just sometimes happens and I do that when I am…”
“So now you know. Yes, I did lesbian scenes. And liked them more than doing
it with men. But that was because it wasn’t a real thing with men, they just
masturbated using me. Besides pay and shame, I didn’t get anything from films.
It was different with women, because I sometimes enjoyed it even though the
directors made us do it in a “visually pleasing” way no woman would ever enjoy
in real life.” Alison stressed the words “visually pleasing” in a way to mimic
a fat, sweaty porn movie director.
“It is totally different with Longshot”, she continued after a while. “He’s
my best lover ever, perhaps because he’s not like the men from Earth.”
“What is he like?” Elizabeth asked, now relaxed. She had begun to feel closer
friendship with Alison as they now shared a secret to hide from the rest of
the team.
“Well…” Alison said, trying to find a proper way to say it, “let’s say he’s
just like his name.”
Both women burst laughing, and Alison briefly described how his sexual organs
functioned. She added how she’d once came to bed wearing sexy white lace, and
“he hit the ceiling!” and this naughty pun caused both women laugh like
maniacs while Alison stressed how it was literally true.
“OK, I believe you”, Elizabeth said finally, whoahing herself. “It’s not like
we didn’t have sexy men around here.”
“Right. Who do you think is the best hunk in our team?”
“Don’t ask that… I’d give my vote to Peter. I agreed once to model nude
for his drawing, and shivered of excitement all the time.”
“Holy!” Both girls slapped a high five. “Peter is fine and he seems to be the
only one of us who still has any ideals left”, Alison said, “but Longshot is
my man. It’s just that I wished that he didn’t spend that much time with Rogue.
Sometimes I suspect his loyality. Do you remember how they skated together, and
everything she was wearing was from my wardrobe?”
“Do I? How could I forget? That interrupted my posing for Peter!”
…End of the part2. To be continued..
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