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10-23-2007, 07:48 PM
Disclaimerant:
A short time ago, at a computer far, far away...
Oh, lordy, here we go again.
The following people should not sue me, no sir: Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Eliza Dushku, Shannon Elizabeth, Ali Larter, Jason Mewes, Chris Rock, and especially the overlord hisself, Kevin Smith. (Those of you with raised eyebrows can rest easy; only the chicks are getting it on in here. Happy? And girls, it's really a sort of odd compliment. By no means am I suggesting these characters who are loosely based on you behave like you do in the real word. Not one bit. We're just not that lucky. The important thing is you not sue or find some way to hurt me, because I'm broke and right before I cry like a girl I bruise like a peach. Remember: COMPLIMENT. Sort of.)
The following people should not be reading this: under 18, anal pigrapers who are going to try and get my ass prosecuted just because you find this offensive. Hey, I find Christina Aguilera's singing offensive and I haven't gone CLICK CLICK BOOM, have I? All I'm asking is for a little respect. Just a little bit.
No matter the people, everyone should realize this is fiction. Also it's very saucy. Heh heh heh. I can't believe I typed that.
E-mail your compliments and vitriolic hate mail to godhateme79@hotmail.com , where you can also join my mailing list. Do so if you so desire. I say this fully expecting 97% of you to have scrolled down to the metaphorical bass lines three "paragraphs" ago.
Time to make the applesauce, bitch: The C.L.I.T. Comes Together (silence!) is on the air!
Late P.S.: Yeah, this is really hella late but this is my longest prOn by a good 10-20 KB. So nyah.
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"And cut!"
With that Hollywood cliche Kevin Smith sent the participants of Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back off to their two-hour lunches. Eliza Dushku was very thankful for this break; she needed to light up like a motherfucker. She had spent the past couple years cornering the market on Sexy Evil Girl, and this role was no different. It was a bit part but the script kicked ass and the money was right. She, Ali Larter, and Shannon Elizabeth were about to do some of their scenes together as an all-girl set of international thieves robbing a diamond exchange Matrix-style, so she figured she better skip the run to Craft Services and nap in her trailer instead. Just as soon as she got through this cigarette.
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Her black hair was falling around her face. Sweat sparkled and covered her forehead as she continued to push backwards against the cock that was filling her ass. She gritted her teeth. The voice from behind was very soothing and their hands were soft, their nails lightly dug into her buttocks like a non-evil needle. The voice wasn't a voice at all, actually; it was moaning and groaning like Eliza, though in a softer timber than she was.
Eliza felt pretty full but felt she could stand to get a little fuller.
"Please...please...please...more..."
The voice moved forward behind her and began rotating counter-clockwise in her. She gasped and could almost feel her eyes cross. She threw her head back and let it slump. If she'd been close before, in another couple of minutes she was going to explode. The voice started to rub it vigorously against her clit, alternating with the hip rotation. Eliza's back arched.
"YEAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
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She woke up with a violent start. What the hell was that? And it suddenly occured to her she'd never seen or really heard who it was she'd just had the fantasy about--they'd just drilled her.
"Oh, my God!" She looked down and saw her jean shorts were absolutely drenched. She'd never had an orgasm like that. "Holy..." She slid them off and saw her panties were soaked nearly to the point of transparency. She was swimming in herself damn near to the kneecaps.
"Oh, man." she muttered. She stared at wonder and could've done so for minutes to come if a knock hadn't hit the door and snapped her back to reality. The door was locked, right? Oh, shit...
"Five minutes, Ms. Dushku." a voice called. She heard footsteps walk away. Thank God for small favors. But still...what the hell was that?!
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To compound that, she immediately went back on set and started screwing up left and right. If there'd been one thing she'd learned early, it was to take the art seriously and not herself. The mistakes aggravated her but she mustered up and managed to at least get the flipping down by the time the movie was called for the night.
That night she crawled up on her pillow and stared at the ceiling for a long time. What the hell had it meant? It was just a dream, something the mind does to burn energy while the body rests. But was that to say she should totally dismiss it? She had felt really good, the best she'd ever felt, and had had a major afterglow that afternoon. But if the dream was telling her something, shouldn't she have seen or heard the person who had made her this way?
Her brain muddled it over and threw her back in the fire.
She woke up soaked again.
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Exasperated, she walked the set and slammed right into Ben Affleck. Instantly, her mind swirled double-time as he spoke: Is it him? He IS pretty cute....but his hands look rough. FUCK! I wish I could get a fucking sign or something here!
"...so, what do you think is funnier, dead hooker or dead prostitute?"
"What? Uh, hooker. Hooker's always funny." she said.
"I knew it. Hey, Kevin! Eliza's with me on the hooker!" he said, running off. She picked up right where she left off mentally and didn't really think about Ben asking about hookers and prostitutes. She had her own crosses to bear and continued on lost in thought until a hand touched her shoulder. Eliza shrieked and jumped straight up to a huge laugh.
"Hey, we gotta get changed." said Ali. "What's up with you?"
"I...me? Uh, nothing. You know me."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I've just been having crazy dreams lately." While she was becoming good friends with the cast she really wasn't in the position yet to confide in the nature of the first wet dreams she'd had since junior high school.
"All right then, c'mon. You have got to check out these outfits." She went off with Ali to see the "these outfits" and she had to laugh. Leather catsuits. Breaking out in laughter, she smiled ear-to-ear. "Niiiiiiiice!"
"They really are, aren't they?" laughed Shannon Elizabeth, breasts exposed as she zipped up.
"Shannon! I didn't...I was..."
"Eliza, you OK? You act like you've never seen my boobs before!" she laughed. Ali was quick to join in. Eliza was not. God, if she knew how many times I got off to American Pie she probably wouldn't say THAT out loud. "Nah, everything's cool. Let's...let's get ready to kick some ass."
They walked out to catcalls and whistles. Kevin seemed embarrassed by the attention/lechery he was about to put the starlets through.
"Sorry, somehow word got out tonight was the night and everybody's here, crew guys, locals..." He shook his head. "It's really hard to believe in evolution on days like this."
Ali scoffed and threw back her hair to some cheering. "C'mon, Kevin, how many guys did you tell one of us--or two of us--or all of us are your girlfriend/girlfriends/harem?"
"This isn't even a shoot, this is just for your personal smack files." Shannon smiled broadly at him. "You just moved your high school reunion here so you could rub it in the face of the guys who used to call you fat and the girls who called you tubby."
"Tubby?" They all looked at him. "Oh, yes. Tubby. Can we shoot now or am I to be made the subject of more mockery from you?"
"NO, KEVIN! I ALREADY SUCKED YOU OFF TO GET THIS ROLE!" yelled Eliza. She felt a little better now. He did not.
"Places, you guys, places. Next time, it's all ugly chicks." he mumbled, walking back to the director's chair. Eliza looked at Ali & Shannon. She felt good, and that was right before she walked past Matt Damon. He was discussing something with Ben Affleck and she kept looking back at him. He was so cute. Was he the mystery voice? She sure could do a hell of a lot worse than hook up with THOMP.
Stupid non-giving set. She'd walked right into it to a barrage of laughter.
"THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T SUCK THE PRODUCER OFF." Smith said through the megaphone.
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Later that night, in the dreamscape, the voice was back with a vengence. It had gone even better than the last time. It didn't stop taking her from behind. On a table, on a balcony, on the couch, and twice under the shower.
Eliza woke up and masturbated. She mulled it over in the shower. Bits and pieces were coming clear, a nice voice with an accent, slender fingers, and whoever it was deserved a medal for oral sex as their blonde hair moved between her legs. She let the water flow and got ready for work. It was back to the catsuits.
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Another day's work done, the changing began.
"I know I've got to find a party tonight while I still feel sexy." Ali said.
"Yeah, who needs to change?" laughed Shannon.
"You know, we shouldn't even!" Ali slapped five with her. "Just strut on in and see how many drinks we can get free and how many poor guys we leave in our wake."
"We should go party." said Eliza. "But where?" Ali & Shannon talked to each other about where to go in town. This was good news for Eliza. She wanted to do something around town and have some fun. She slowly slipped off her catsuit and saw a small trickle of juice on her leg. She quickly wiped it with a finger and swallowed the evidence.
"...so is that all right with you?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
"Who can we take? Should we bring the guys?"
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Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, and Kevin went along. Chris told them to have a drink on him; "as much fun as it'd be, my wife's got this strict no hot white bitches policy goin' on." But that was later. Now...was mini-golf.
"Dushku stepping up to the green on 18." said Damon in a low voice. "Par sends her into a tie with Damon, and a birdie wins her the interstellar galaxic championship of infinity."
"Shhhhhhhhh...." Eliza waved frantically behind her. "Not while I'm putting."
"Dushku refusing to be dettered despite the fact Smith is pretending to smack her ass."
"Oh, he knows better by now. I'd go Faith on his ass." Ali & Shannon smiled at each other and pushed their director into Eliza, sending all four of them down in a heap as she swung.
"You fucking assholes!" yelled Eliza. Then she saw the ball. Ben helped follow the path.
"Hey, that's under the windmill...off the back side..." Damon's mouth formed a small O of shock. "No. Nah. C'mon, not like this!" He ran to the other side and began frantically gesticulating at the ball. Ali, Shannon, Kevin, and Eliza all looked up from the pile. "It's lipping the cup..it's lipping the cup...swirly..."
"NO!"
"Dude, you lost to a girl! A distracted girl!"
"Waitwaitwait, c'mon, that dance routine on 15, that was really fair. I should have two strokes subtracted. I won this." Damon pouted as the other four surrounded the cup and looked at the pink ball in the hole.
"All I know," said Eliza, draping her arms on Shannon and Matt, "is someone's buying and it ain't me."
Matt, however reluctant, lived up to his promise and got about 2G in the hole thanks to his castmastes. Ben got really wasted, a little more than Kevin.
"Is he good?" asked Shannon.
"Nah, I got these two lugs heah." said Damon, his heritage coming out with some booze. "You guys all raht?" Ali flashed the keys at Matt and they both went to take care of their friends.
"I seriously daht dereah be shooting tomahh" Damon stated as they drove away. Ali got behind the wheel and stared down.
"This is a stick, right? No, it's got the dealies on the side." Muttering a quick prayer, Ali got the car in drive. And that's where the trouble started. Shannon wanted dance music, Eliza wanted rock. Shannon's pick of station was working fine as Ali lowered the hood of the convertible and weaved down a side road. But someone ran a light and Ali swerved to make a right, causing a dancing Shannon to tilt out of the car. With a surprinsingly sober dexterity, Eliza grabbed Shannon by the waist and pulled her back in. Soon after, they were back.
"That was crazy."
"Eliza, I owe you my life."
"Nah, it wasn't really anything." she smiled. The room was spinning. Shannon looked so cute. Must...resist...naughty...urges. She fell on the bed and was out before her tired head hit the pillow.
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Sucked her neck. Fingered her again. Had a vibrator in her ass. The soft kiss. The long blonde hair. Eliza opened her eyes.
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Eliza opened her eyes, for real. She looked at her bed and saw Shannon curled up in a ball, still in a tube top and tight jeans. It wasn't that fact that made her gasp, nor could account for the feelings. She'd solved the mystery. She'd seen the face. She looked around to make sure no one could hear her whisper...
"Ali."
Ali, so pretty, so smart, becoming like the older sister she never got to have. The stirring she got the first time she watched Varsity Blues and the hundreds of times she'd rewound it since...yeah, it was Ali, all right.
"What the hell do I do now?"
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Thus started a debate over what to do. She could keep silent, but it wasn't in her nature. What if she came on to Ali and she took it wrong? There was no possible good ending she could see--oh she hoped for one, but she couldn't see it happening. And now that she knew for sure it was Ali, the dreams didn't stop cumming, so to speak. Her and Ali doing it in a library, back row at the premiere that hadn't happened yet, the van they used in the movie, surprising her in the trailer.
She figured out she would go through with it. A little while before filming ended, just in case things went wrong they wouldn't go too far wrong.
"You take me out to lunch and then you don't say anything?" Ali looked at her. Eliza had been acting weird around her the past few days. She hoped it wasn't drugs or alcohol. She had sort of had taken Eliza under her wing and had a lot of fun.
God, look at how pretty she is. Eliza looked at her but not in the eyes. She had on a Superman shirt and frayed blue jeans. She wanted to throw her down on the table and start going at her right then. Fucking decency laws.
"Ali, I've got a huge thing for somebody on set." she blurted out. She covered her mouth immediately. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it and now she wished she could take it back. "But nothing's going to happen. I...I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like me that way."
"You know, just because Damon spends all that time with Affleck doesn't mean they're gay. They're like brothers. It's kind of freaky..."
"It's not him. Or him."
"Oooooooooooooooh! Who is it, then?" Ali's eyebrow arched as she ate her salad.
"Nobody. It's nobody. I was kidding." Eliza tried to beg off. "I..." She ran for the bathroom and shut the door behind her. It would've worked, if, you know, Ali hadn't been a girl.
"What's going on? Is that why you've been acting all weird on set recently?"
"Uh...yeah. I have these dreams and fantasies about them."
"Really? Come on, I'm like your sister. You can tell me."
"Just, you know, in the trailer and in my room. In the shower, on a table, in a park, at the premiere..."
"Whoa."
"In the van we use, on the bottom shelf of a food cart."
"Whooooa. Who is it, already? Who's this person who's got your panties in a bunch? Maybe I can hook you guys up..."
Well, that was it. "No! No, you can't hook us up."
"Why can't I...?"
"It's YOU! It's you, alright, Ali? I want you." Ali just stared at her.
"You're a..."
"Not entirely."
"But..."
"Yeah."
Ali looked at the floor. Eliza stared at the paint-splattered ceiling tile as if it were the Sistine Chapel.
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The door swung shut.
Ali Larter looked at Eliza Dushku.
"Hey, what's wrong with your leg?"
"Shit happens when I get excited."
"You're not hyperventilating, are you?"
"I'm just a little keyed up. Shit happens when I get excited."
"And you HAVE done this before?"
"I don't have a list of references or anything, but yeah."
"Because I have not. And you seem really amped up. I don't want to be a letdown, and maybe we should do this another time when I look better..."
"Oh. My. GOD. Just let me, OK? I got this part. Just let me and we'll see what happens afterwards."
"I'm just a little scared."
"It's all right. Everybody is their first time." Eliza gave her a light peck on the lips. Soft. Welcoming. Yeah, this was a little bit of all right right here. Eliza kissed her a little longer this time.
"You all right?"
"You...you kiss awesome." said Ali in a low voice. "You're really something."
"Can I keep going?"
"Uh...yeah. Yeah." Eliza brought her to her face and kissed again. She began walking backwards with Ali until they were on her couch. She held Ali's hand and opened her mouth up. She put her tongue in Ali's mouth. Nothing rough or excessive, just a little metaphorical flag.
We claim this mouth in the name of her empress Eliza.
Ali's tongue jabbed Eliza's quickly but it was enough to cause her to moan. Ali's tongue rubbed against hers a little longer. Then it began to lick. Eliza touched the sides of Ali's face, really sinking into it. The kiss began to rapidly devolve, getting wetter and sloppier. They finally pulled away from each other after a few moments. Ali looked shocked. Eliza had a really dopey smile on her face.
"You don't kiss like a first-timer." Ali blushed a little bit at this and Eliza went back to kissing her. She ran her hands through the blonde hair as Ali began to touch her face as Eliza'd done to her earlier. Eliza broke it off quicker this time, and tickled her earlobe with her tongue. Ali began giggling as Eliza bit on it lightly, her left hand feeling the beads of sweat on Ali's neck as she continued southward. In conjunction with that, Eliza began sucking on Ali's neck, peppering it lightly with kisses, licking it on occasion, but mostly just taking her time devouring the sweet variety of flavors that was Ali Larter. Ali's nipples swelled as she moaned out "Oh, Eliza....mmm..." Eliza almost thanked the Lord right there, hearing her say her name that way for the first time. She reached for Ali's tit and softly began rubbing it with the palm of her hand as she kept up her necking. Ali's eyes closed as she lay back on the couch, feeling the initial stirrings of desire create a buzzing sound in her brain.
Eliza laid atop her, continuing to feel the one breast as she kissed. Soon, she began to repeat the same treatment on the right one, occasionally rubbing the erect nipples between a pair of fingers from time to time. She grabbed them both at the same time, moaning against Ali's neck as she sucked, feeling the nipples getting harder underneath this damn shirt. It had to go, there was no two ways about it.
She asked Ali to sit up a bit, and she took off the shirt and threw it to the floor. Ali Larter's breasts were so normal it was a massive turn-on. They weren't too small. Nor too big. A solid handful, and perky to boot. Eliza involuntarily licked her lips and slowly brought Ali back down to the reclining position.
"What're you going to do now?"
Eliza just grinned at her as she began to lick the outer curvature, licking the ridge between them, feeling the fatness before licking the areola and feeling the bumps dance lightly on her tongue. Then she took a nipple in the hand and another in the mouth. She grabbed and sucked at once, the sudden sensation Ali felt causing her to sit upright as if she'd been reborn from the grave. Eliza could feel her own nipples stiffen as she continued licking, sucking, and feeling. She had been waiting for this moment for a while and so far the reality was at least meeting, if not surpassing the dreams. Ali brushed some of her hair aside so she could look at Eliza, look at how wanted she was, the way her eyes danced as she continued feasting on her chest. She wondered if Eliza's desire was everything she said it was on the ride over, to be that large of an object of desire--not just by any woman (which was pretty bizarre and ego-boosting at the same time) but by a famous girl at that! She looked down again, past the kiss marks that were beginning to show on her cleavage and past Eliza's talented mouth down her black tank top.
She wanted to feel them. She knew it from the moment she saw nipples strain against the fabric, knowing she was doing this. It made her feel great and honored, to be honest.
"Eliza?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I take off your shirt?"
Eliza gave her a smile and blushed. "Could you...uh...could you rip it off of me?"
Wow, did she want this bad! "All right...if you insist..." Ali reached forward, grabbed the neck by both hands, and ripped the fabric nearly down the middle. Eliza hadn't taken the liberty of wearing a bra either and her larger, full cleavage quickly presented itself to Ali. Her nipples were darker, and they moved quickly in time with Eliza's rapid heartbeat. She looked nearly delirious. Ali decided enough had gone on to have a little fun. She lightly brushed against them with the back of her hand, causing Eliza to gasp, moan, and shudder. "Don't...don't tease...please, Ali, please." She slowly cupped one in her palm, brought it forward, and repeated the tactics. "Oh, GOD..." Eliza said, throwing her head back. She quickly slipped a free hand down her panties and put three fingers in herself, pumping them rapidly. It was too much, dammit, it was too fucking much. She leaned forward and went back to Ali's cleavage, flicking madly with her tongue, covering in broad strokes like a paint roller working the side of a barn. Soon, they began to kiss again, but they quickly finished and Eliza regained a bit of the former dominance she'd had.
"Letmefinish...I'vegotto..." she said, kissing down Ali's stomach, and undoing her blue jeans. Ali shrugged them out down the the floor by her shirt. Her hands trembled as the dawning of what was about to happen fully hit her. Eliza gasped, looking at the men's underwear Ali had on. This was going to turn out just perfect. She shook her hair back, and lightly grazed the outer edges of her lips. She opened them up and slipped a finger into Ali Larter's tight pussy, causing the blonde's eyes to nearly fall out of her head. Her leg went from cradling Eliza's back to shuddering violently on the floor, twitching up and down like a four-year-old crackhead on Tourette's.
"How....how many are you doing yourself with?" she asked, looking at Eliza kissing her thighs, feeling the buzz travel down into her chest until she felt it in the pit of her stomach. Eliza moaned as her hand pumped faster. "I-I-I-I-3."
"Give me three, please. Please. Oh, Lord."
Eliza got in a second finger and then the third found its place alongside the others. "Shit! Eliza! Oh, yes!" Ali began to slump down the couch, every nerve ending in her being tingling with this promise of something new, this feeling of appreciation. She watched the sunlight creep in through the trailer window and play across the ceiling as she slowly began to rock back and forth against the digits. The entranced brunette before her was in her own state of bliss, her one hand dissolving to blur, the speed so much that it began to make a squeaking noise against her leather pants. She brushed up against Ali's clit, causing the Texan to groan and grit her teeth, moving the rest of the body forward. "Keep touching it! Touch it! Rub it until I pop!" she moaned breathlessly. Eliza managed all fingers onto it--it was quite large--and then began to do as asked, feeling herself absolutely flood down below as she hoped Ali would in a matter of moments.
She pinched it and held it, causing Ali to let out a massive scream of "ELIZAAAAAAAAAAA!" as she seized up and orgasmed, her body throwing itself violently back against the couch as she flooded her co-star's hand. Her lip quivered and she lay back in the afterglow.
"You...you...you....what're you doing?" Eliza slowly removed the underwear. "You seriously didn't think I was done, did you? Not until I get what I came for." Ali saw Eliza's look of determination for a brief second before Eliza buried herself in Ali, rubbing the patch of blond hair just above the pussy before getting her tongue in and feeling Ali's wetness on her tongue.
"UH!" Ali's body hit the floor entirely, gasping like a fish out of water. Eliza allowed her a couple seconds respite before diving back in, licking up all the cream she could possibly get her needy little tongue on, curling and slashing through any cum. Ali's hands went to her own breasts as she felt herself up. Groaning, she began to thrust herself at Eliza, the first tongue-fucking of her life causing her unknown sensations of delight. She could feel Eliza cup her ass as it continued, Eliza's hands just as needy and desperate to feel her taut flesh as any boyfriend previously, but with a softer touch that didn't give in firmness.
Eliza tried to enunciate how much she was enjoying this moment, but at that moment Ali unleashed another thick, gooey load on her, getting it in her nose, on her lips, as she tried to swallow what she could and feeling the rest slide down her body.
"So, how was I?" Eliza asked with a big shit-eating grin on her face. Ali stood up, lurched two steps to her right, and hit the floor. She looked at her incredulously. "You were so fucking phenomenal...can we get married? Now?"
Eliza just laughed as she felt a tingle in her body looking at her sprawled out so lewdly on her floor. Then she let out a burp, causing both of them to laugh uproariously.
And Craft Services thought they provided good meals!
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"I don't get it, Jason," Shannon poked at her vegetable medley and pasta. "We used to be so tight, the three of us. We were like a unit, or a sisterhood, or something."
Jason nodded and ate his hero sandwich.
"Like, the last week, we haven't done anything together that's the three of us. I know they've been doing things together, they've been on TV at parties and stuff. Did I do something? Did I say something? I thought we were getting along so well, I thought we were friends."
Jason nodded and ate his hero sandwich.
"Do you have any idea? Any way I can make this right?"
Jason swallowed, and scratched his head. He opened his mouth...closed it. He shook his head.
"Dammit! What am I going to do, we're going to be done in another week and they're done in a couple of days."
"Shannon, you ever heard of cabin fever?"
"People in the same place for extended periods of time going crazy. What's that..."
"Stockholm Syndrome?"
"Feeling need and want from people who capture you, or something like that. But what...?"
Jason got up and walked away. Shannon looked back at him.
"What the hell was up with that?"
CLICK.
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"So what do we do now?" asked Ali, after a few more gigglefests. Eliza just raised a questioning eye at her.
"We aren't doing anything. I went down on you, and I fucked you, I deserve some reperations, right?"
"I suppose. But it's not like I know what I'm doing or anything." Ali looked at Eliza.
"You do to me what I did to you and it'll all be crystal gravy." Eliza's mind wandered for a second--how much of an annoyance was this? She had just thought of something and just when she was about to say it, it flittered away. Crap. She turned around and Ali was right next to her. "YAH! Oh, hey..."
Ali began kissing her, her cute little nose brushing against Eliza's, her soft hands brushing against her...Eliza sighed contentedly. She felt the tension leave her body as she fell back down on to the floor. She felt like she'd been slipped a mickey.
"Your toes are so pretty."
That was an unexpected comment, but Eliza was nothing if not pliable to the desires of her newest conquest. Ali smiled at Eliza and then time slowed to a madding crawl. Ali's mouth opened up and it was like something out of a National Geographic special. Her mouth seemed to double in size and then the tongue came out...and out...and out. Before Eliza could say a word, Ali was manipulating her way into a virtual blowjob of Eliza's big toe. Eliza sighed. This was feeling good--however, she kind of felt something was missing.
"Kiss me." Yeah, that pretty well summed it up. Ali crawled up her body and soon Eliza was back to the highest echelons of heavenly bliss, sucking some major face with one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
And the best part about sucking face with the most beautiful girls in the world? It never, ever sucked.
Ali pulled away and began kissing her face before remembering something she liked having done to her. She thought she would try it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Ali's tongue dragged over Eliza's lips, briefly captured for a quick suck before letting it wander onwards. It was like she was trying to lick the lipstick right off her mouth. She gave Eliza a playful peck and continued onward licking her face, before remembering Eliza wanting to be kissed. She began sucking and tonguing her neck. There were no words. Eliza just felt her desire growing down below as Ali pulled away, small strands of saliva forming a bridge between her mouth and Eliza's neck.
Not content to end the exhibition there, Ali began to suckle Eliza's breasts as they'd been suckled on. Eliza cradled the back of her head as she began to lap up. Well, Mom did always say do onto others...thought Ali with a smirk on her face as she tugged a nipple between her teeth. She grabbed the breast, rushing forward, nearly impaling her uvula on the stiffness of it. "Kiss you here..." She kissed one breast, draping the tongue around and on the nipple. "And kiss you here..." She repeated the actions as Eliza gave a short laugh and smiled. "Here's good, too..." Slowly, she kissed her way down the clavicle, she could almost hear Eliza's hearbeat move up into dangerous territory at this point.
"I think I'd like to kiss you..."
Eliza propped herself up on her elbows. She was like a four-year-old at Christmas at 5:30 a.m. and even though your parents had just gone to bed 45 minutes ago you didn't know that because the cookies were gone and the milk had been drank and Santa had given you presents anyway! despite the fact you...well, it was a very good moment to be Eliza Dushku. Rarely was that not the case.
"You gonna kiss me...right here?" Eliza said lewdly, opening up her nearly drenched lips down below. "You've done everything else, you cute little slut. You might as well eat your first muffin."
Ali raised an eyebrow at her, but lowered her mouth towards Eliza anyway. Slowly, she began to literally kiss the pussy, making Eliza gasp and shudder, her body seizing all the way up to a seated position.
"Mmm....sticky...warm..."
"Yeah, make out with my pussy, Ali! Goddamn, that's some good tongue." Eliza was getting a top 5 lickout from a newcomer, no less! Wow, if she could get Ali to keep fucking her after this...well, it'd ruin her career because she'd just want to stay in bed and get eaten out, but still, it would be a good time.
This is so weird! Ali thought. She was just making out the way she liked to be made out to, just to a girl. And her pussy. But it was hard to deny the fun she was having or the naughty thrill it gave her to do such things. Her tongue tentatively swiped across the lips, drawing out more and more minor flecks of cream from Dushku. Eliza was having fun, but she could feel her orgasm rounding third on a kamikaze run for home. It was time to bring this home and see if Ali was really the complete talent or all hat and no cattle. She grabbed the back of Ali's head, and stuffed her cute blonde head into her sparse black hair.
"Shit, I'm about to cum. Suck me dry, Ali! Drink down my cream. Mmm...God, I can't wait to lick you off my face..." Eliza moaned raspily and Ali got off a mumble down below, which just made things even better as far as she was concerned. If Eliza was going to force this on her, she was going to unleash the weapon that had turned the few lucky boys before to dissolve. The tornado.
She jammed her tongue in, and then began to swirl it around like she was licking a ice-cream cone. Clockwise, counter-clockwise, clock, clock, counter, counter...
"FUCKING SHIT!" What the hell is she doing to me? the rational brain cells left in Eliza's head managed to piece together. Her body had lurched forward as if she'd been hit by a car, she saw spots on her eyes, the room was starting to twirl around as Ali's tongue, doing whatever the fuck that was, was bringing her off in short order. "Oh, fuck yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Eliza began fondling her clevage as her hips began having a serious of emergency meetings with Ali's face. "Oh, goddamn, drill me with that tongue...oooooohhhhhhhh.....you ready?" Ali got off a "Grghghgr rrrrrrrrrr!" from below, which would have to suffice. "More, more, more! Fucking do me, lick my cunt all the way out." Man, Eliza thought, Ali gets any closer and she's going to be licking my ass! Mmmm...perhaps later...Ali slipped a finger in with her tongue, rubbing her clit. Eliza squealed and began orgasming as Ali then took a couple fingers in her taut ass. That was it, the levee broke right then and there.
"Here it fucking comes!" barked out Eliza, because that was the last English she was going to get out for awhile. She devolved into a serious of grunts, ramming herself on the tongue and the fingers of her blonde costar. The warmth shot out at Ali almost unexpectedly, coating her nose and bottom portion of her mouth. She tasted a little bit of the salty-sweet frosting and managed to exercise some more out of the corners of her mouth when she wasn't doing a roto-rooter on the fomer "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" star. Pretty soon, Eliza's demands had tapered off to baby-like squeals of contentment. Eliza had had herself a colossal orgasm, she could feel the warmth slowly trickling underneath her and on her kneecap. She swung her head around for relief and to make sure she hadn't gotten admission into heaven somehow.
This was all well and good for Eliza. Ali pulled away from her at last, her blonde hair a disheveled mess, her entire face coated in honey shining off the sunlight in the room. Eliza smiled at her handiwork as Ali began to lick it off.
"You're so sweet, Eliza. So sweet..." Ali was still tremendously horny, having built up an appetite that had gone unfulfilled while she had ravaged Eliza. She wiped off some cream with her fingers and began to pump herself in front of a enthralled live studio audience. Eliza couldn't believe her eyes. Maybe she wasn't as spent as she thought she was. Maybe another go round was in order here.
"Damn, Eliza...hot pussy you've got there." Eliza sat there, transfixed. She was going to move at some point, but that point did not seem to be coming anytime soon. "You got me all sticky and horny making me do you like that...really naughty of you. You deserved my fingers in your ass."
Eliza smiled at the memory. "I bet you liked me in Varsity Blues, didn't you? Oooh, I can just see it now. Your legs spread wide open, fucking yourself, crying out my name. You've wanted me this whole time, and you can't stop at one, can you?" Yeah, Ali had her pretty dead to rights there. "You don't care about anything, you just want to ride me like a dime store pony." Ali knew what she was doing, because if she timed this right, well...
"Seeing me in that whipped cream bikini get you wet? Make you want to dryfuck the TV set just so you could feel me? If only you were the whipped cream..."
WHOA.
Did she say that? Did she just say that out loud?! Please! Pleasepleaselpleasepleaseplease..."...you could ride my tits until you came. You could fuck me, and I bet you wouldn't turn down the bikini, would you, Eliza? It's all you ever dreamed about..."
Eliza sprang up, ran over, and tackled Ali down to the floor.
"You want me to fuck you, it can be accomplished," Eliza snarled in a rush of breath, their lips meeting and their lips meeting, wet smacking sounds echoing in the cavernous room as Ali continued to fuck herself. "Now what? Now I'm going to ride you like you wanted, you hungry little slut....Mmmmmmgghrhg...."
"Oh, yeah, Eliza, that's it, rub you all over me. We'll eat each other out, it'll be soooooo good! SO GOOD! UGH!" Eliza's wetness combined with her fingers was proving to be a quick heat generator for Ali Larter.
"You like fucking me? You like feeling our tits rub together? Is it getting you off?" Eliza loved this, she was in top, in charge, and on some fine celebrity skin.
"Yeah, I like it when you do me like this. It lets me fuck your sweet ass again." Ali smiled back and three fingers from her other hand immediately locked themselves into Eliza's rear again, causing her to speed up.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, who likes it in her ass?!"
"I like it in my ass! Who likes getting fucked like a whore! UGH!" Eliza kissed her, their depravity hitting another breaking point as they continued to submit to the other at breakneck speed...
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Unconceivable.
Unbelievable.
If you'd bet Shannon Elizabeth at the start of filming that Eliza Dushku was going to be in a trailer-rocking 69 with Ali Larter by the end, you could've made a pretty penny. It wasn't even necessarily the fact that Eliza was involved in a 69, the fact that she was bi was one of the biggest barely kept secrets out there. But she got Ali? How the hell had she managed that? And more importantly to the point...
"Doesn't anybody find me attractive?"
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So things had progressed nicely from the fucking into a 69, and that was going pretty well up until Eliza felt eyes on her. She had thought she'd heard a voice, and looked up to see Shannon right there in front of them, Cheshire cat smile as she had them dead to rights.
"You two are SO busted!" she smiled at them.
"That...that...that...that's not what it looked like..." Ali managed to sputter out, unconvincing as it was in light of all the circumstancial evidence.
"'Cause it looked like to me, perhaps just as an outside observer, that you two were playing dentist on each other downstairs."
"I-I-I---we...gah...you know...I....Eliza..." Ali shrugged with bulging eyes, hands frantically gesticulating for some phrase that would've been able to absolve her. Eliza, for her part, looked nonplussed.
"So, what're you going to do, tell on us?"
"Well, I wasn't, but that seems like a good idea now that you bring it up." Ali turned a ghostly white as Eliza looked confounded. "E! News Daily, Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood...I smell bidding war." The corner of her mouth turned up with a smile. "Amongst other things."
"You're going to out us?"
"US?"
"That is really low, Shannon, after everything we've been through, you're going to sell us down the river to the highest bidder?"
"Uh, may I repeat: US?"
"Hey, I didn't say I would. I just said I could. Of course, deals can be made."
Eliza was getting quickly disgusted. If she'd only remembered to put the fucking lock on they wouldn't have gotten into this mess. She stared her co-star in the face.
"What...kind of deals?"
"I figure I won't tell anybody as long as I get something good. Something major. Something priceless. I know you guys aren't the richest, but it's got to be something tangible...I want you two to fuck me silly."
"Done."
"What? What? What? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat?" Eliza leaned back away from Shannon's face as Ali had exploded verbally like a far hotter "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. "Aren't you engaged?"
"Yeah, to a guy who likes hearing about me doing it with other hot chicks. As long as I don't cheat on him with a guy, he doesn't care." Shannon shrugged. "Mmm mmm mmm! Two for the price of one."
Ali continued to look quizically at the raven-haired pair, the lunch seeming to have taken place on some distant plant eons ago. "I...what?"
Eliza shook her head. "Look, it's simple. Shannon keeps our secret for a price, that price being we do her. I'm kinda confused as to why you're confused, it's kinda late in the game to be getting morals." Ali pondered that point and while that happened, Shannon and Eliza sank to the floor in a kiss.
"I'm such a good actress!" squealed Shannon happily. "She totally bit."
Eliza smiled back at the other busty brunette. "Cute, huh? I'm thinking about taking her home and putting a bow on her."
It suddenly occured to Ali she might have been tricked.
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As Eliza & Shannon proceeded to get together, Ali couldn't help but stare at Shannon. If Hollywood had remade "Weird Science" in the year 2001, chances are the two progtagonists would've produced something very similar to the former Playboy poser. Her back rose and fell, that glorious ass swinging in the air right there for the taking, her skin just calling out...
Shannon opened up Eliza's legs and crawled up her body. They exchanged a quick slurp and Shannon began to kiss her thighs. As she licked her way to the toes, she began to arch her back as she felt lips press against the back of her neck. Her head rolled back and Ali was right there to cradle it. Shannon turned around briefly to kiss her, and about the only thing that stopped her was a loud "pay attention to me again" cough coming from below her. Shannon went back and began to suck Eliza's toes, and Ali replicated on the other foot. But she couldn't get enough of that skin, and soon she was piggybacking Shannon and laying the groundwork for a nicely-sized hickey. Shannon loved the feeling as Ali's firm, tight nipples pressed into her back, almost massaging her as she licked and kissed Eliza behind the ankles.
"Whoa-ho, that's the spot, right there." Eliza immediately began to reach between her legs and began to rub her clit. "Let me help you with thaaat," moaned Shannon, who was really beginning to succumb to Ali but still had her hands free. She reached down and started masturbatory aid to Eliza while she reached behind her and grabbed Ali's ass. The moans in the trailer increased and Ali felt her body tensing up as she reached for and brought Shannon's nipples to hardness. As her leg continued getting licked, Eliza looked up at her co-stars with a smile through gritted teeth.
"C'mon, pump those fingers in!" Shannon started moving quicker, moaning against her legs as Ali continued to fondle her bountious chest. This caused Ali's butt to really be groped as a NC-17 chain reaction had begun between the twentysomething starlets.
"A little more....pump me...awwwwwwwww..." Eliza knew watching her co-stars merge on top of each other was pretty sure to at least set her off and keep her satiated for a couple minutes, and Shannon obliged by guiding their hands together and tugging frantically at her clit.
"You gonna cream all over my fingers?" asked Shannon between pants. "You gonna get my hand wet?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, then I'll suck your fingers....ah....yeah...suck you all night..."
As the dialogue continued, Ali began to feel her wetness start coming out. She frantically forced more of Shannon's ass-clutching as she kneaded her fellow Texan's breasts. "Yeah! Oh, fuck! I'm...got to..."
"HERE IT FUCKING COMES!" That was the good part, nobody heard Ali spatter Shannon's back. The problem was Eliza was not exactly shy in expressing her joy, let's say, and as much as Ali was enjoying the moment she feared some punk pimply 19-year-old would come in and ruin her career--if not her life--over a little bit of harmless springtime fun.
"Mmmm..." Shannon moaned as Eliza was quick to lick her fingers clean of her juices, suckling the breasts Ali was kneading. Shannon looked over her shoulders and smiled at Ali. "Did you just come all over me?" Ali smiled a sheepish grin back at her as Eliza continued sucking. "Sure looks like it." "You better clean it off then," Shannon responded, licking her lips. Ali reluctantly let go of Shannon's breasts, as she began to tongue Shannon at the top of her collarbone. Now Shannon's leg began to shake jerkily, as Ali had obviously found a good spot. She kissed and tongued the strong back of Shannon Elizabeth.
"Get your hands back on me..." breathed Shannon raspily as Eliza looked on beaming. She was conserving energy for later, energy that was quickly returning to her the longer she watched. Ali reached between Shannon's legs, finding her pussy wet already. "Christ, this is too easy. You're too a big a slut." laughed Ali. Shannon responded with a nod before she reached between her own legs. Eliza, not one to let pussy go to waste, continued her rest period under Shannon's legs as she masturbated above her. Ali took a look at Shannon's firm ass, and bit it lightly. "C'mon, Ali, you can do more than that." Well, when Shannon had a point she had a point. Ali began spanking Shannon to a largely favorable reaction. "Ah, someone likes it WHEN! I! DO! THIS!" Ali kept smiling, swatting away as her paranoia and her cares were put on the backburner. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Shannon groaned and began to slump forward as Ali's fingertips lightly brushed the small of her back, right above her ass cleavage.
"Ali, fuck my ass! Shove your fingers in and fuck my ass!" Ali had never been a big fan of anal ministratons, but if she was going to be begged for it, who was she to think she was better than it? Tentatively, Ali slid a finger into her ass. "You call that an ass-fucking?! I said FUCK MY ASS!" That only served to piss Ali off, which was exactly what Shannon wanted in this case. The spanking came faster, Ali roughly shoved three more fingers in and soon Shannon was rocking back and forth. "YES! YES! YEAH!" Shannon squealed as Ali tongued her slit, paused to kiss Eliza on her wet forehead, then went back to the licking. Shannon gave a sexy low growl as sweat began to drip from her forehead and chest. Ali's hands and tongue sped up to blurs, and Shannon wanted to scream out just how good she felt. But her head was getting light, and she only managed some incoherent babbling under the four-pronged attack. Ali removed her hands and tongue, and Shannon's body quickly acquainted itself with the floor.
Ali & Eliza smiled at each other and began kissing again, the taste of Shannon still on their faces and lips shining against what rays of sun were entering.
Shannon rolled over onto her side, and suddenly caught sight of something that had the potential for more fun times ahead. Sliding across the carpet as Eliza & Ali got reaquiated with the countours of each others bodies, she manged to crook open a small refrigerator.
YES.
Perfect.
Nothing is going to top this moment Eliza thought as her tongue sloshed inside of Ali's mouth. Her eyes closed, she could almost hear the gospel choir in the background, mighty voices rising in a unified shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wait, that wasn't the sound of a gospel choir at all, that was more along the sounds of someone...
"Ho-ly shit."
Eliza hadn't long been a disciple of the school of positive thought, but the sight of Shannon Elizabeth naked save some splatterings of whipped cream from the neck down was enough to change her mind. She'd put the canisters there in order to liven up the ice cream from Craft Services, and now?
It just went to show--always be prepared. Why? 'Cause you never know.
Ali disengaged herself and did a slow look over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Gee, that looks vaguely familiar from somewhere..." Shannon broke out in boisterious laughter and tossed the canisters to Ali, who deftly caught them. "I think I did it wrong. Show me how?" "Well..." Another barrage of artery-clogging spray later, and Ali was also covered in the cream, though a little bit closer to the way she had first gotten famous. She laughed. Shannon laughed.
Eliza's eyes had grown to cartoonish lengths. She began to laugh a crazy laugh.
"Whuh-oh, Shannon. Her legs are twitching."
Then she let out a high-pitched scream of childish glee. Shannon was shoved roughly to the floor as Eliza proceeded in an all-out assault to lick her co-star clean.
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Eliza squeezed Shannon's tit, pushing more whipped cream into her mouth. Her hair was being gently stroked while she did this, a side benefit to sleeping with girls since the majority of guys she'd been with had been more into the Woody Woodpecker style of intercourse. It suddenly occured to her she hadn't seen Ali in a few seconds, but soon Ali was right there in front of her kissing her. Moans soon filled the room as Shannon took advantage of Ali's position to begin to lick the bottom of the dessert bikini. Groaning contentedly at the hands of Ali & Eliza, Shannon managed to choke out a request for Ali to sit on her face.
Ali smiled as her back arched, drawing her chest closer to Eliza. Maybe later, thought Eliza with a smirk, as Shannon's request trigged off something Eliza had always wanted done to her. With a grin, Eliza s l o w l y lowered her pussy onto Shannon's breast. Slowly, she began to fuck herself on it, rocking her body back and forth while she licked Ali's chest, cream dripping down to her taut abs as the tongues of hungry brunettes worked Ali's body over. It seemed to Ali she'd just had an orgasm but she could feel the outset of another one definitely coming from within. Her eyes fluttered as Eliza reached down and licked some of the combination pussy cream/whipped cream that Shannon was greedily sucking down. Two hours ago she was having lunch with a friend. Now she was covered in a dessert topping and celebrity skin, female at that!
Who knew?
She stifled a laugh at the odd turn her day had taken, and tugged Eliza's hair. "Let me get a taste of that," she purred, reaching down below as well and sticking a wet finger in Eliza's mouth. Eliza did likewise to her and she tasted herself for the first time. It was tangy and sweet, her taste buds already dancing on the edge. She squeezed Eliza's ass once more as she got the most thorough breast exam of her life at Eliza's tongue. Eliza began to thrust herself onto Shannon with a passion, causing her to scream out into Ali's pussy. While Ali was trying to prolong the oncoming orgasm, Eliza made sure to speed hers up.
"God, I love fucking these big tits!" Eliza muttered, pelvic muscle moving north and south against Shannon. She could fill the stiff nipple continue to lend touch after touch to her clit, and soon she was somewhat satiated with a good but not quite great orgasm on Shannon's tit.
Noisily pulling herself off, she could see that Shannon was wet already. She really should've kept some leftover champagne from yesterday, it really would've finished the treat in her eyes. But you had to take what you were given, and so Eliza did. Two fingers welcomed themselves to the fold and Eliza's tongue soon followed. Shannon looked in Ali's eyes, wanting to break down the wall in her if it somehow still stood. She grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her into a deep, soulful kiss with plenty of tongue. Her legs locked themselves around Eliza's head as she thrust against her fingers and tongue.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Eliza moaned into Shannon, feeling her efforts were going to be soon and fully rewarded. "Cum all over my face!" she barked out, and repeated the order. Ali moved down to lick Eliza clean from the nipple that had been to the most delicious of places, and Shannon could feel the warmth start to flow and her head start to buzz. Her chest tightened, and her body shook once.
She grunted as she accidentally took Ali down with her, but that didn't matter because it didn't stop their kiss and it didn't stop the cum from flowing all across Eliza's face. She pulled away tired. Shannon let go of Ali and tried to shake loose the cobwebs.
Ali kneeled between the two of them. She was hoping for one last go-round, but it seemed her partners were giving up on her. Slowly, she tended to what little bits of cream still remained on her body. She couldn't help but notice Eliza glance at her. Really putting on the ritz now, she mouthed the word "Yeah" as she put a cream filled finger in her mouth. Eliza quickly tackled her down and on top of Shannon.
"One last taste of pussy, and then I've got to...something..." Eliza said with a shake of her head. "Woooooooooooooo" Ali said, cradling Eliza's head below her as she felt breasts dig into her back. Shannon began to spread her legs wide open, as Eliza continued her tour of the inner thighs. Ali grabbed the back of Eliza's head and forced her to start eating her out. Eliza's tongue, sore as it was becoming began to lick away before she felt herself getting kissed by Shannon. They exchanged a look for the briefest of seconds, and then Ali Larter found herself convulsing at the tag team lickout taking place. She grabbed her own breast and put a finger in her mouth hoping to at least not yell out a scream that would be heard throughout the state as the the licking progressed. A tongue would move slowly, another would move quickly, but it was an unrelenting assault that she knew was going to own her before it was done.
"Fucking lick me! Lick me! DON'T STOP LICKING ME! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She had tried not to scream out, but it was too much. It was the best feeling of her life, and that only continued as she lurched forward and delivered a face-drenching orgasm onto both her associates. Breathing heavily, she looked forward in shock and lay there on the floor.
An outsider looking at the aftermath might've wondered how there were three attractive nudists, and what kind of car had hit them. Their bodies scattered across the trailer floor, seperate but not too far apart from another, laid out.
And all three of them looking to the heavens with fat smiles on their shiny faces.
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It was time. Kevin Smith could remember many great moments in his life: accepting awards, when Jennifer said yes, the birth of Harley Quinn. This, however, was going to give everything else a run for its money. Jason ran to keep up with him.
"Morris Day and the Time!" Kevin exclaimed. "You get to kiss the girl, we bust the moves, and we get down. I can't believe it, first time since Clerks. Been too long. Girl, I've been watching ya/I think I wanna know ya KNOW YA!" Kevin swayed his head side to side and did a little shuffle. "Hey, is that Duck Shoot's trailer rocking like that? Maybe she knows where Shannon is, I've got to get into the groove."
Meanwhile, back in the trailer, Shannon got dressed. "We've got to do some of that again. A lot. Eliza? Ali?" She turned around and saw them shut the door to the bathroom. Coincidentally enough, at that moment Kevin opened the door.
"Shannon! Praise Jesus, there you are. C'mon, let's go."
"I'll be there in a moment, Kevin." Shannon smiled and went for her fake glasses as Kevin & Jason continued to the setup.
"I dunno, Jase--I think I smelled me some loving in there. I mean, c'mon, you would've loved that shit, wouldn't you? The fun, the booty slapping..." Jason scoffed at him and shook his head.
"Adventure...excitement...a Jedi craves not these things." He put out his smoke; Kevin scowled at him. "Shit, K, I could've said "Fly, fat-ass, fly!" again. NOOCH!" He swiped his friend's hat and ran towards Morris Day.
"You're a dead man, Mewes!"
Eliza and Ali didn't come out for another 12 minutes and by that time Shannon was long gone.
"Where'd she go?" said Ali. At that moment, a distinct howl rang out down the ways a bit. "Is that..."
"Yeah, it's got to be. Kevin's obsessed with Morris Day & the Time. I bet that's where she went, she's in the scene." Ali nodded her assent. "Wait a minute, I thought that was going down Wednesday."
"Eliza, it IS Wednesday. My pussy that good, you forget what day it is?" Ali snickered at her. Eliza gave a playful bark. "Huh, you're right. So, we're not in that scene--it's just Shannon." Eliza laughed.
"What? What is it, stop laughing and tell me!"
Eliza just smiled a toothy grin and looked at her co-star.
"We're not even supposed to be here today."
"The only shame in masturbation is not doing it well."
--Sigmund Freud
"Shit, most geniuses aren't able to understand themselves, and many of them lead miserable lives, realizing (at least on some level) that they are nothing but fortunate freaks, the intellectual version of runway models who just happen to be born with the right cheekbones and with breasts that fit the image of an age."
--Stephen King
A short time ago, at a computer far, far away...
Oh, lordy, here we go again.
The following people should not sue me, no sir: Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Eliza Dushku, Shannon Elizabeth, Ali Larter, Jason Mewes, Chris Rock, and especially the overlord hisself, Kevin Smith. (Those of you with raised eyebrows can rest easy; only the chicks are getting it on in here. Happy? And girls, it's really a sort of odd compliment. By no means am I suggesting these characters who are loosely based on you behave like you do in the real word. Not one bit. We're just not that lucky. The important thing is you not sue or find some way to hurt me, because I'm broke and right before I cry like a girl I bruise like a peach. Remember: COMPLIMENT. Sort of.)
The following people should not be reading this: under 18, anal pigrapers who are going to try and get my ass prosecuted just because you find this offensive. Hey, I find Christina Aguilera's singing offensive and I haven't gone CLICK CLICK BOOM, have I? All I'm asking is for a little respect. Just a little bit.
No matter the people, everyone should realize this is fiction. Also it's very saucy. Heh heh heh. I can't believe I typed that.
E-mail your compliments and vitriolic hate mail to godhateme79@hotmail.com , where you can also join my mailing list. Do so if you so desire. I say this fully expecting 97% of you to have scrolled down to the metaphorical bass lines three "paragraphs" ago.
Time to make the applesauce, bitch: The C.L.I.T. Comes Together (silence!) is on the air!
Late P.S.: Yeah, this is really hella late but this is my longest prOn by a good 10-20 KB. So nyah.
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"And cut!"
With that Hollywood cliche Kevin Smith sent the participants of Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back off to their two-hour lunches. Eliza Dushku was very thankful for this break; she needed to light up like a motherfucker. She had spent the past couple years cornering the market on Sexy Evil Girl, and this role was no different. It was a bit part but the script kicked ass and the money was right. She, Ali Larter, and Shannon Elizabeth were about to do some of their scenes together as an all-girl set of international thieves robbing a diamond exchange Matrix-style, so she figured she better skip the run to Craft Services and nap in her trailer instead. Just as soon as she got through this cigarette.
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Her black hair was falling around her face. Sweat sparkled and covered her forehead as she continued to push backwards against the cock that was filling her ass. She gritted her teeth. The voice from behind was very soothing and their hands were soft, their nails lightly dug into her buttocks like a non-evil needle. The voice wasn't a voice at all, actually; it was moaning and groaning like Eliza, though in a softer timber than she was.
Eliza felt pretty full but felt she could stand to get a little fuller.
"Please...please...please...more..."
The voice moved forward behind her and began rotating counter-clockwise in her. She gasped and could almost feel her eyes cross. She threw her head back and let it slump. If she'd been close before, in another couple of minutes she was going to explode. The voice started to rub it vigorously against her clit, alternating with the hip rotation. Eliza's back arched.
"YEAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
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She woke up with a violent start. What the hell was that? And it suddenly occured to her she'd never seen or really heard who it was she'd just had the fantasy about--they'd just drilled her.
"Oh, my God!" She looked down and saw her jean shorts were absolutely drenched. She'd never had an orgasm like that. "Holy..." She slid them off and saw her panties were soaked nearly to the point of transparency. She was swimming in herself damn near to the kneecaps.
"Oh, man." she muttered. She stared at wonder and could've done so for minutes to come if a knock hadn't hit the door and snapped her back to reality. The door was locked, right? Oh, shit...
"Five minutes, Ms. Dushku." a voice called. She heard footsteps walk away. Thank God for small favors. But still...what the hell was that?!
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To compound that, she immediately went back on set and started screwing up left and right. If there'd been one thing she'd learned early, it was to take the art seriously and not herself. The mistakes aggravated her but she mustered up and managed to at least get the flipping down by the time the movie was called for the night.
That night she crawled up on her pillow and stared at the ceiling for a long time. What the hell had it meant? It was just a dream, something the mind does to burn energy while the body rests. But was that to say she should totally dismiss it? She had felt really good, the best she'd ever felt, and had had a major afterglow that afternoon. But if the dream was telling her something, shouldn't she have seen or heard the person who had made her this way?
Her brain muddled it over and threw her back in the fire.
She woke up soaked again.
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Exasperated, she walked the set and slammed right into Ben Affleck. Instantly, her mind swirled double-time as he spoke: Is it him? He IS pretty cute....but his hands look rough. FUCK! I wish I could get a fucking sign or something here!
"...so, what do you think is funnier, dead hooker or dead prostitute?"
"What? Uh, hooker. Hooker's always funny." she said.
"I knew it. Hey, Kevin! Eliza's with me on the hooker!" he said, running off. She picked up right where she left off mentally and didn't really think about Ben asking about hookers and prostitutes. She had her own crosses to bear and continued on lost in thought until a hand touched her shoulder. Eliza shrieked and jumped straight up to a huge laugh.
"Hey, we gotta get changed." said Ali. "What's up with you?"
"I...me? Uh, nothing. You know me."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I've just been having crazy dreams lately." While she was becoming good friends with the cast she really wasn't in the position yet to confide in the nature of the first wet dreams she'd had since junior high school.
"All right then, c'mon. You have got to check out these outfits." She went off with Ali to see the "these outfits" and she had to laugh. Leather catsuits. Breaking out in laughter, she smiled ear-to-ear. "Niiiiiiiice!"
"They really are, aren't they?" laughed Shannon Elizabeth, breasts exposed as she zipped up.
"Shannon! I didn't...I was..."
"Eliza, you OK? You act like you've never seen my boobs before!" she laughed. Ali was quick to join in. Eliza was not. God, if she knew how many times I got off to American Pie she probably wouldn't say THAT out loud. "Nah, everything's cool. Let's...let's get ready to kick some ass."
They walked out to catcalls and whistles. Kevin seemed embarrassed by the attention/lechery he was about to put the starlets through.
"Sorry, somehow word got out tonight was the night and everybody's here, crew guys, locals..." He shook his head. "It's really hard to believe in evolution on days like this."
Ali scoffed and threw back her hair to some cheering. "C'mon, Kevin, how many guys did you tell one of us--or two of us--or all of us are your girlfriend/girlfriends/harem?"
"This isn't even a shoot, this is just for your personal smack files." Shannon smiled broadly at him. "You just moved your high school reunion here so you could rub it in the face of the guys who used to call you fat and the girls who called you tubby."
"Tubby?" They all looked at him. "Oh, yes. Tubby. Can we shoot now or am I to be made the subject of more mockery from you?"
"NO, KEVIN! I ALREADY SUCKED YOU OFF TO GET THIS ROLE!" yelled Eliza. She felt a little better now. He did not.
"Places, you guys, places. Next time, it's all ugly chicks." he mumbled, walking back to the director's chair. Eliza looked at Ali & Shannon. She felt good, and that was right before she walked past Matt Damon. He was discussing something with Ben Affleck and she kept looking back at him. He was so cute. Was he the mystery voice? She sure could do a hell of a lot worse than hook up with THOMP.
Stupid non-giving set. She'd walked right into it to a barrage of laughter.
"THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T SUCK THE PRODUCER OFF." Smith said through the megaphone.
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Later that night, in the dreamscape, the voice was back with a vengence. It had gone even better than the last time. It didn't stop taking her from behind. On a table, on a balcony, on the couch, and twice under the shower.
Eliza woke up and masturbated. She mulled it over in the shower. Bits and pieces were coming clear, a nice voice with an accent, slender fingers, and whoever it was deserved a medal for oral sex as their blonde hair moved between her legs. She let the water flow and got ready for work. It was back to the catsuits.
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Another day's work done, the changing began.
"I know I've got to find a party tonight while I still feel sexy." Ali said.
"Yeah, who needs to change?" laughed Shannon.
"You know, we shouldn't even!" Ali slapped five with her. "Just strut on in and see how many drinks we can get free and how many poor guys we leave in our wake."
"We should go party." said Eliza. "But where?" Ali & Shannon talked to each other about where to go in town. This was good news for Eliza. She wanted to do something around town and have some fun. She slowly slipped off her catsuit and saw a small trickle of juice on her leg. She quickly wiped it with a finger and swallowed the evidence.
"...so is that all right with you?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
"Who can we take? Should we bring the guys?"
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Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, and Kevin went along. Chris told them to have a drink on him; "as much fun as it'd be, my wife's got this strict no hot white bitches policy goin' on." But that was later. Now...was mini-golf.
"Dushku stepping up to the green on 18." said Damon in a low voice. "Par sends her into a tie with Damon, and a birdie wins her the interstellar galaxic championship of infinity."
"Shhhhhhhhh...." Eliza waved frantically behind her. "Not while I'm putting."
"Dushku refusing to be dettered despite the fact Smith is pretending to smack her ass."
"Oh, he knows better by now. I'd go Faith on his ass." Ali & Shannon smiled at each other and pushed their director into Eliza, sending all four of them down in a heap as she swung.
"You fucking assholes!" yelled Eliza. Then she saw the ball. Ben helped follow the path.
"Hey, that's under the windmill...off the back side..." Damon's mouth formed a small O of shock. "No. Nah. C'mon, not like this!" He ran to the other side and began frantically gesticulating at the ball. Ali, Shannon, Kevin, and Eliza all looked up from the pile. "It's lipping the cup..it's lipping the cup...swirly..."
"NO!"
"Dude, you lost to a girl! A distracted girl!"
"Waitwaitwait, c'mon, that dance routine on 15, that was really fair. I should have two strokes subtracted. I won this." Damon pouted as the other four surrounded the cup and looked at the pink ball in the hole.
"All I know," said Eliza, draping her arms on Shannon and Matt, "is someone's buying and it ain't me."
Matt, however reluctant, lived up to his promise and got about 2G in the hole thanks to his castmastes. Ben got really wasted, a little more than Kevin.
"Is he good?" asked Shannon.
"Nah, I got these two lugs heah." said Damon, his heritage coming out with some booze. "You guys all raht?" Ali flashed the keys at Matt and they both went to take care of their friends.
"I seriously daht dereah be shooting tomahh" Damon stated as they drove away. Ali got behind the wheel and stared down.
"This is a stick, right? No, it's got the dealies on the side." Muttering a quick prayer, Ali got the car in drive. And that's where the trouble started. Shannon wanted dance music, Eliza wanted rock. Shannon's pick of station was working fine as Ali lowered the hood of the convertible and weaved down a side road. But someone ran a light and Ali swerved to make a right, causing a dancing Shannon to tilt out of the car. With a surprinsingly sober dexterity, Eliza grabbed Shannon by the waist and pulled her back in. Soon after, they were back.
"That was crazy."
"Eliza, I owe you my life."
"Nah, it wasn't really anything." she smiled. The room was spinning. Shannon looked so cute. Must...resist...naughty...urges. She fell on the bed and was out before her tired head hit the pillow.
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Sucked her neck. Fingered her again. Had a vibrator in her ass. The soft kiss. The long blonde hair. Eliza opened her eyes.
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Eliza opened her eyes, for real. She looked at her bed and saw Shannon curled up in a ball, still in a tube top and tight jeans. It wasn't that fact that made her gasp, nor could account for the feelings. She'd solved the mystery. She'd seen the face. She looked around to make sure no one could hear her whisper...
"Ali."
Ali, so pretty, so smart, becoming like the older sister she never got to have. The stirring she got the first time she watched Varsity Blues and the hundreds of times she'd rewound it since...yeah, it was Ali, all right.
"What the hell do I do now?"
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Thus started a debate over what to do. She could keep silent, but it wasn't in her nature. What if she came on to Ali and she took it wrong? There was no possible good ending she could see--oh she hoped for one, but she couldn't see it happening. And now that she knew for sure it was Ali, the dreams didn't stop cumming, so to speak. Her and Ali doing it in a library, back row at the premiere that hadn't happened yet, the van they used in the movie, surprising her in the trailer.
She figured out she would go through with it. A little while before filming ended, just in case things went wrong they wouldn't go too far wrong.
"You take me out to lunch and then you don't say anything?" Ali looked at her. Eliza had been acting weird around her the past few days. She hoped it wasn't drugs or alcohol. She had sort of had taken Eliza under her wing and had a lot of fun.
God, look at how pretty she is. Eliza looked at her but not in the eyes. She had on a Superman shirt and frayed blue jeans. She wanted to throw her down on the table and start going at her right then. Fucking decency laws.
"Ali, I've got a huge thing for somebody on set." she blurted out. She covered her mouth immediately. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it and now she wished she could take it back. "But nothing's going to happen. I...I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like me that way."
"You know, just because Damon spends all that time with Affleck doesn't mean they're gay. They're like brothers. It's kind of freaky..."
"It's not him. Or him."
"Oooooooooooooooh! Who is it, then?" Ali's eyebrow arched as she ate her salad.
"Nobody. It's nobody. I was kidding." Eliza tried to beg off. "I..." She ran for the bathroom and shut the door behind her. It would've worked, if, you know, Ali hadn't been a girl.
"What's going on? Is that why you've been acting all weird on set recently?"
"Uh...yeah. I have these dreams and fantasies about them."
"Really? Come on, I'm like your sister. You can tell me."
"Just, you know, in the trailer and in my room. In the shower, on a table, in a park, at the premiere..."
"Whoa."
"In the van we use, on the bottom shelf of a food cart."
"Whooooa. Who is it, already? Who's this person who's got your panties in a bunch? Maybe I can hook you guys up..."
Well, that was it. "No! No, you can't hook us up."
"Why can't I...?"
"It's YOU! It's you, alright, Ali? I want you." Ali just stared at her.
"You're a..."
"Not entirely."
"But..."
"Yeah."
Ali looked at the floor. Eliza stared at the paint-splattered ceiling tile as if it were the Sistine Chapel.
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The door swung shut.
Ali Larter looked at Eliza Dushku.
"Hey, what's wrong with your leg?"
"Shit happens when I get excited."
"You're not hyperventilating, are you?"
"I'm just a little keyed up. Shit happens when I get excited."
"And you HAVE done this before?"
"I don't have a list of references or anything, but yeah."
"Because I have not. And you seem really amped up. I don't want to be a letdown, and maybe we should do this another time when I look better..."
"Oh. My. GOD. Just let me, OK? I got this part. Just let me and we'll see what happens afterwards."
"I'm just a little scared."
"It's all right. Everybody is their first time." Eliza gave her a light peck on the lips. Soft. Welcoming. Yeah, this was a little bit of all right right here. Eliza kissed her a little longer this time.
"You all right?"
"You...you kiss awesome." said Ali in a low voice. "You're really something."
"Can I keep going?"
"Uh...yeah. Yeah." Eliza brought her to her face and kissed again. She began walking backwards with Ali until they were on her couch. She held Ali's hand and opened her mouth up. She put her tongue in Ali's mouth. Nothing rough or excessive, just a little metaphorical flag.
We claim this mouth in the name of her empress Eliza.
Ali's tongue jabbed Eliza's quickly but it was enough to cause her to moan. Ali's tongue rubbed against hers a little longer. Then it began to lick. Eliza touched the sides of Ali's face, really sinking into it. The kiss began to rapidly devolve, getting wetter and sloppier. They finally pulled away from each other after a few moments. Ali looked shocked. Eliza had a really dopey smile on her face.
"You don't kiss like a first-timer." Ali blushed a little bit at this and Eliza went back to kissing her. She ran her hands through the blonde hair as Ali began to touch her face as Eliza'd done to her earlier. Eliza broke it off quicker this time, and tickled her earlobe with her tongue. Ali began giggling as Eliza bit on it lightly, her left hand feeling the beads of sweat on Ali's neck as she continued southward. In conjunction with that, Eliza began sucking on Ali's neck, peppering it lightly with kisses, licking it on occasion, but mostly just taking her time devouring the sweet variety of flavors that was Ali Larter. Ali's nipples swelled as she moaned out "Oh, Eliza....mmm..." Eliza almost thanked the Lord right there, hearing her say her name that way for the first time. She reached for Ali's tit and softly began rubbing it with the palm of her hand as she kept up her necking. Ali's eyes closed as she lay back on the couch, feeling the initial stirrings of desire create a buzzing sound in her brain.
Eliza laid atop her, continuing to feel the one breast as she kissed. Soon, she began to repeat the same treatment on the right one, occasionally rubbing the erect nipples between a pair of fingers from time to time. She grabbed them both at the same time, moaning against Ali's neck as she sucked, feeling the nipples getting harder underneath this damn shirt. It had to go, there was no two ways about it.
She asked Ali to sit up a bit, and she took off the shirt and threw it to the floor. Ali Larter's breasts were so normal it was a massive turn-on. They weren't too small. Nor too big. A solid handful, and perky to boot. Eliza involuntarily licked her lips and slowly brought Ali back down to the reclining position.
"What're you going to do now?"
Eliza just grinned at her as she began to lick the outer curvature, licking the ridge between them, feeling the fatness before licking the areola and feeling the bumps dance lightly on her tongue. Then she took a nipple in the hand and another in the mouth. She grabbed and sucked at once, the sudden sensation Ali felt causing her to sit upright as if she'd been reborn from the grave. Eliza could feel her own nipples stiffen as she continued licking, sucking, and feeling. She had been waiting for this moment for a while and so far the reality was at least meeting, if not surpassing the dreams. Ali brushed some of her hair aside so she could look at Eliza, look at how wanted she was, the way her eyes danced as she continued feasting on her chest. She wondered if Eliza's desire was everything she said it was on the ride over, to be that large of an object of desire--not just by any woman (which was pretty bizarre and ego-boosting at the same time) but by a famous girl at that! She looked down again, past the kiss marks that were beginning to show on her cleavage and past Eliza's talented mouth down her black tank top.
She wanted to feel them. She knew it from the moment she saw nipples strain against the fabric, knowing she was doing this. It made her feel great and honored, to be honest.
"Eliza?"
"Mmm?"
"Can I take off your shirt?"
Eliza gave her a smile and blushed. "Could you...uh...could you rip it off of me?"
Wow, did she want this bad! "All right...if you insist..." Ali reached forward, grabbed the neck by both hands, and ripped the fabric nearly down the middle. Eliza hadn't taken the liberty of wearing a bra either and her larger, full cleavage quickly presented itself to Ali. Her nipples were darker, and they moved quickly in time with Eliza's rapid heartbeat. She looked nearly delirious. Ali decided enough had gone on to have a little fun. She lightly brushed against them with the back of her hand, causing Eliza to gasp, moan, and shudder. "Don't...don't tease...please, Ali, please." She slowly cupped one in her palm, brought it forward, and repeated the tactics. "Oh, GOD..." Eliza said, throwing her head back. She quickly slipped a free hand down her panties and put three fingers in herself, pumping them rapidly. It was too much, dammit, it was too fucking much. She leaned forward and went back to Ali's cleavage, flicking madly with her tongue, covering in broad strokes like a paint roller working the side of a barn. Soon, they began to kiss again, but they quickly finished and Eliza regained a bit of the former dominance she'd had.
"Letmefinish...I'vegotto..." she said, kissing down Ali's stomach, and undoing her blue jeans. Ali shrugged them out down the the floor by her shirt. Her hands trembled as the dawning of what was about to happen fully hit her. Eliza gasped, looking at the men's underwear Ali had on. This was going to turn out just perfect. She shook her hair back, and lightly grazed the outer edges of her lips. She opened them up and slipped a finger into Ali Larter's tight pussy, causing the blonde's eyes to nearly fall out of her head. Her leg went from cradling Eliza's back to shuddering violently on the floor, twitching up and down like a four-year-old crackhead on Tourette's.
"How....how many are you doing yourself with?" she asked, looking at Eliza kissing her thighs, feeling the buzz travel down into her chest until she felt it in the pit of her stomach. Eliza moaned as her hand pumped faster. "I-I-I-I-3."
"Give me three, please. Please. Oh, Lord."
Eliza got in a second finger and then the third found its place alongside the others. "Shit! Eliza! Oh, yes!" Ali began to slump down the couch, every nerve ending in her being tingling with this promise of something new, this feeling of appreciation. She watched the sunlight creep in through the trailer window and play across the ceiling as she slowly began to rock back and forth against the digits. The entranced brunette before her was in her own state of bliss, her one hand dissolving to blur, the speed so much that it began to make a squeaking noise against her leather pants. She brushed up against Ali's clit, causing the Texan to groan and grit her teeth, moving the rest of the body forward. "Keep touching it! Touch it! Rub it until I pop!" she moaned breathlessly. Eliza managed all fingers onto it--it was quite large--and then began to do as asked, feeling herself absolutely flood down below as she hoped Ali would in a matter of moments.
She pinched it and held it, causing Ali to let out a massive scream of "ELIZAAAAAAAAAAA!" as she seized up and orgasmed, her body throwing itself violently back against the couch as she flooded her co-star's hand. Her lip quivered and she lay back in the afterglow.
"You...you...you....what're you doing?" Eliza slowly removed the underwear. "You seriously didn't think I was done, did you? Not until I get what I came for." Ali saw Eliza's look of determination for a brief second before Eliza buried herself in Ali, rubbing the patch of blond hair just above the pussy before getting her tongue in and feeling Ali's wetness on her tongue.
"UH!" Ali's body hit the floor entirely, gasping like a fish out of water. Eliza allowed her a couple seconds respite before diving back in, licking up all the cream she could possibly get her needy little tongue on, curling and slashing through any cum. Ali's hands went to her own breasts as she felt herself up. Groaning, she began to thrust herself at Eliza, the first tongue-fucking of her life causing her unknown sensations of delight. She could feel Eliza cup her ass as it continued, Eliza's hands just as needy and desperate to feel her taut flesh as any boyfriend previously, but with a softer touch that didn't give in firmness.
Eliza tried to enunciate how much she was enjoying this moment, but at that moment Ali unleashed another thick, gooey load on her, getting it in her nose, on her lips, as she tried to swallow what she could and feeling the rest slide down her body.
"So, how was I?" Eliza asked with a big shit-eating grin on her face. Ali stood up, lurched two steps to her right, and hit the floor. She looked at her incredulously. "You were so fucking phenomenal...can we get married? Now?"
Eliza just laughed as she felt a tingle in her body looking at her sprawled out so lewdly on her floor. Then she let out a burp, causing both of them to laugh uproariously.
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"I don't get it, Jason," Shannon poked at her vegetable medley and pasta. "We used to be so tight, the three of us. We were like a unit, or a sisterhood, or something."
Jason nodded and ate his hero sandwich.
"Like, the last week, we haven't done anything together that's the three of us. I know they've been doing things together, they've been on TV at parties and stuff. Did I do something? Did I say something? I thought we were getting along so well, I thought we were friends."
Jason nodded and ate his hero sandwich.
"Do you have any idea? Any way I can make this right?"
Jason swallowed, and scratched his head. He opened his mouth...closed it. He shook his head.
"Dammit! What am I going to do, we're going to be done in another week and they're done in a couple of days."
"Shannon, you ever heard of cabin fever?"
"People in the same place for extended periods of time going crazy. What's that..."
"Stockholm Syndrome?"
"Feeling need and want from people who capture you, or something like that. But what...?"
Jason got up and walked away. Shannon looked back at him.
"What the hell was up with that?"
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"So what do we do now?" asked Ali, after a few more gigglefests. Eliza just raised a questioning eye at her.
"We aren't doing anything. I went down on you, and I fucked you, I deserve some reperations, right?"
"I suppose. But it's not like I know what I'm doing or anything." Ali looked at Eliza.
"You do to me what I did to you and it'll all be crystal gravy." Eliza's mind wandered for a second--how much of an annoyance was this? She had just thought of something and just when she was about to say it, it flittered away. Crap. She turned around and Ali was right next to her. "YAH! Oh, hey..."
Ali began kissing her, her cute little nose brushing against Eliza's, her soft hands brushing against her...Eliza sighed contentedly. She felt the tension leave her body as she fell back down on to the floor. She felt like she'd been slipped a mickey.
"Your toes are so pretty."
That was an unexpected comment, but Eliza was nothing if not pliable to the desires of her newest conquest. Ali smiled at Eliza and then time slowed to a madding crawl. Ali's mouth opened up and it was like something out of a National Geographic special. Her mouth seemed to double in size and then the tongue came out...and out...and out. Before Eliza could say a word, Ali was manipulating her way into a virtual blowjob of Eliza's big toe. Eliza sighed. This was feeling good--however, she kind of felt something was missing.
"Kiss me." Yeah, that pretty well summed it up. Ali crawled up her body and soon Eliza was back to the highest echelons of heavenly bliss, sucking some major face with one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
And the best part about sucking face with the most beautiful girls in the world? It never, ever sucked.
Ali pulled away and began kissing her face before remembering something she liked having done to her. She thought she would try it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Ali's tongue dragged over Eliza's lips, briefly captured for a quick suck before letting it wander onwards. It was like she was trying to lick the lipstick right off her mouth. She gave Eliza a playful peck and continued onward licking her face, before remembering Eliza wanting to be kissed. She began sucking and tonguing her neck. There were no words. Eliza just felt her desire growing down below as Ali pulled away, small strands of saliva forming a bridge between her mouth and Eliza's neck.
Not content to end the exhibition there, Ali began to suckle Eliza's breasts as they'd been suckled on. Eliza cradled the back of her head as she began to lap up. Well, Mom did always say do onto others...thought Ali with a smirk on her face as she tugged a nipple between her teeth. She grabbed the breast, rushing forward, nearly impaling her uvula on the stiffness of it. "Kiss you here..." She kissed one breast, draping the tongue around and on the nipple. "And kiss you here..." She repeated the actions as Eliza gave a short laugh and smiled. "Here's good, too..." Slowly, she kissed her way down the clavicle, she could almost hear Eliza's hearbeat move up into dangerous territory at this point.
"I think I'd like to kiss you..."
Eliza propped herself up on her elbows. She was like a four-year-old at Christmas at 5:30 a.m. and even though your parents had just gone to bed 45 minutes ago you didn't know that because the cookies were gone and the milk had been drank and Santa had given you presents anyway! despite the fact you...well, it was a very good moment to be Eliza Dushku. Rarely was that not the case.
"You gonna kiss me...right here?" Eliza said lewdly, opening up her nearly drenched lips down below. "You've done everything else, you cute little slut. You might as well eat your first muffin."
Ali raised an eyebrow at her, but lowered her mouth towards Eliza anyway. Slowly, she began to literally kiss the pussy, making Eliza gasp and shudder, her body seizing all the way up to a seated position.
"Mmm....sticky...warm..."
"Yeah, make out with my pussy, Ali! Goddamn, that's some good tongue." Eliza was getting a top 5 lickout from a newcomer, no less! Wow, if she could get Ali to keep fucking her after this...well, it'd ruin her career because she'd just want to stay in bed and get eaten out, but still, it would be a good time.
This is so weird! Ali thought. She was just making out the way she liked to be made out to, just to a girl. And her pussy. But it was hard to deny the fun she was having or the naughty thrill it gave her to do such things. Her tongue tentatively swiped across the lips, drawing out more and more minor flecks of cream from Dushku. Eliza was having fun, but she could feel her orgasm rounding third on a kamikaze run for home. It was time to bring this home and see if Ali was really the complete talent or all hat and no cattle. She grabbed the back of Ali's head, and stuffed her cute blonde head into her sparse black hair.
"Shit, I'm about to cum. Suck me dry, Ali! Drink down my cream. Mmm...God, I can't wait to lick you off my face..." Eliza moaned raspily and Ali got off a mumble down below, which just made things even better as far as she was concerned. If Eliza was going to force this on her, she was going to unleash the weapon that had turned the few lucky boys before to dissolve. The tornado.
She jammed her tongue in, and then began to swirl it around like she was licking a ice-cream cone. Clockwise, counter-clockwise, clock, clock, counter, counter...
"FUCKING SHIT!" What the hell is she doing to me? the rational brain cells left in Eliza's head managed to piece together. Her body had lurched forward as if she'd been hit by a car, she saw spots on her eyes, the room was starting to twirl around as Ali's tongue, doing whatever the fuck that was, was bringing her off in short order. "Oh, fuck yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Eliza began fondling her clevage as her hips began having a serious of emergency meetings with Ali's face. "Oh, goddamn, drill me with that tongue...oooooohhhhhhhh.....you ready?" Ali got off a "Grghghgr rrrrrrrrrr!" from below, which would have to suffice. "More, more, more! Fucking do me, lick my cunt all the way out." Man, Eliza thought, Ali gets any closer and she's going to be licking my ass! Mmmm...perhaps later...Ali slipped a finger in with her tongue, rubbing her clit. Eliza squealed and began orgasming as Ali then took a couple fingers in her taut ass. That was it, the levee broke right then and there.
"Here it fucking comes!" barked out Eliza, because that was the last English she was going to get out for awhile. She devolved into a serious of grunts, ramming herself on the tongue and the fingers of her blonde costar. The warmth shot out at Ali almost unexpectedly, coating her nose and bottom portion of her mouth. She tasted a little bit of the salty-sweet frosting and managed to exercise some more out of the corners of her mouth when she wasn't doing a roto-rooter on the fomer "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" star. Pretty soon, Eliza's demands had tapered off to baby-like squeals of contentment. Eliza had had herself a colossal orgasm, she could feel the warmth slowly trickling underneath her and on her kneecap. She swung her head around for relief and to make sure she hadn't gotten admission into heaven somehow.
This was all well and good for Eliza. Ali pulled away from her at last, her blonde hair a disheveled mess, her entire face coated in honey shining off the sunlight in the room. Eliza smiled at her handiwork as Ali began to lick it off.
"You're so sweet, Eliza. So sweet..." Ali was still tremendously horny, having built up an appetite that had gone unfulfilled while she had ravaged Eliza. She wiped off some cream with her fingers and began to pump herself in front of a enthralled live studio audience. Eliza couldn't believe her eyes. Maybe she wasn't as spent as she thought she was. Maybe another go round was in order here.
"Damn, Eliza...hot pussy you've got there." Eliza sat there, transfixed. She was going to move at some point, but that point did not seem to be coming anytime soon. "You got me all sticky and horny making me do you like that...really naughty of you. You deserved my fingers in your ass."
Eliza smiled at the memory. "I bet you liked me in Varsity Blues, didn't you? Oooh, I can just see it now. Your legs spread wide open, fucking yourself, crying out my name. You've wanted me this whole time, and you can't stop at one, can you?" Yeah, Ali had her pretty dead to rights there. "You don't care about anything, you just want to ride me like a dime store pony." Ali knew what she was doing, because if she timed this right, well...
"Seeing me in that whipped cream bikini get you wet? Make you want to dryfuck the TV set just so you could feel me? If only you were the whipped cream..."
WHOA.
Did she say that? Did she just say that out loud?! Please! Pleasepleaselpleasepleaseplease..."...you could ride my tits until you came. You could fuck me, and I bet you wouldn't turn down the bikini, would you, Eliza? It's all you ever dreamed about..."
Eliza sprang up, ran over, and tackled Ali down to the floor.
"You want me to fuck you, it can be accomplished," Eliza snarled in a rush of breath, their lips meeting and their lips meeting, wet smacking sounds echoing in the cavernous room as Ali continued to fuck herself. "Now what? Now I'm going to ride you like you wanted, you hungry little slut....Mmmmmmgghrhg...."
"Oh, yeah, Eliza, that's it, rub you all over me. We'll eat each other out, it'll be soooooo good! SO GOOD! UGH!" Eliza's wetness combined with her fingers was proving to be a quick heat generator for Ali Larter.
"You like fucking me? You like feeling our tits rub together? Is it getting you off?" Eliza loved this, she was in top, in charge, and on some fine celebrity skin.
"Yeah, I like it when you do me like this. It lets me fuck your sweet ass again." Ali smiled back and three fingers from her other hand immediately locked themselves into Eliza's rear again, causing her to speed up.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, who likes it in her ass?!"
"I like it in my ass! Who likes getting fucked like a whore! UGH!" Eliza kissed her, their depravity hitting another breaking point as they continued to submit to the other at breakneck speed...
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Unconceivable.
Unbelievable.
If you'd bet Shannon Elizabeth at the start of filming that Eliza Dushku was going to be in a trailer-rocking 69 with Ali Larter by the end, you could've made a pretty penny. It wasn't even necessarily the fact that Eliza was involved in a 69, the fact that she was bi was one of the biggest barely kept secrets out there. But she got Ali? How the hell had she managed that? And more importantly to the point...
"Doesn't anybody find me attractive?"
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So things had progressed nicely from the fucking into a 69, and that was going pretty well up until Eliza felt eyes on her. She had thought she'd heard a voice, and looked up to see Shannon right there in front of them, Cheshire cat smile as she had them dead to rights.
"You two are SO busted!" she smiled at them.
"That...that...that...that's not what it looked like..." Ali managed to sputter out, unconvincing as it was in light of all the circumstancial evidence.
"'Cause it looked like to me, perhaps just as an outside observer, that you two were playing dentist on each other downstairs."
"I-I-I---we...gah...you know...I....Eliza..." Ali shrugged with bulging eyes, hands frantically gesticulating for some phrase that would've been able to absolve her. Eliza, for her part, looked nonplussed.
"So, what're you going to do, tell on us?"
"Well, I wasn't, but that seems like a good idea now that you bring it up." Ali turned a ghostly white as Eliza looked confounded. "E! News Daily, Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood...I smell bidding war." The corner of her mouth turned up with a smile. "Amongst other things."
"You're going to out us?"
"US?"
"That is really low, Shannon, after everything we've been through, you're going to sell us down the river to the highest bidder?"
"Uh, may I repeat: US?"
"Hey, I didn't say I would. I just said I could. Of course, deals can be made."
Eliza was getting quickly disgusted. If she'd only remembered to put the fucking lock on they wouldn't have gotten into this mess. She stared her co-star in the face.
"What...kind of deals?"
"I figure I won't tell anybody as long as I get something good. Something major. Something priceless. I know you guys aren't the richest, but it's got to be something tangible...I want you two to fuck me silly."
"Done."
"What? What? What? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat?" Eliza leaned back away from Shannon's face as Ali had exploded verbally like a far hotter "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. "Aren't you engaged?"
"Yeah, to a guy who likes hearing about me doing it with other hot chicks. As long as I don't cheat on him with a guy, he doesn't care." Shannon shrugged. "Mmm mmm mmm! Two for the price of one."
Ali continued to look quizically at the raven-haired pair, the lunch seeming to have taken place on some distant plant eons ago. "I...what?"
Eliza shook her head. "Look, it's simple. Shannon keeps our secret for a price, that price being we do her. I'm kinda confused as to why you're confused, it's kinda late in the game to be getting morals." Ali pondered that point and while that happened, Shannon and Eliza sank to the floor in a kiss.
"I'm such a good actress!" squealed Shannon happily. "She totally bit."
Eliza smiled back at the other busty brunette. "Cute, huh? I'm thinking about taking her home and putting a bow on her."
It suddenly occured to Ali she might have been tricked.
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As Eliza & Shannon proceeded to get together, Ali couldn't help but stare at Shannon. If Hollywood had remade "Weird Science" in the year 2001, chances are the two progtagonists would've produced something very similar to the former Playboy poser. Her back rose and fell, that glorious ass swinging in the air right there for the taking, her skin just calling out...
Shannon opened up Eliza's legs and crawled up her body. They exchanged a quick slurp and Shannon began to kiss her thighs. As she licked her way to the toes, she began to arch her back as she felt lips press against the back of her neck. Her head rolled back and Ali was right there to cradle it. Shannon turned around briefly to kiss her, and about the only thing that stopped her was a loud "pay attention to me again" cough coming from below her. Shannon went back and began to suck Eliza's toes, and Ali replicated on the other foot. But she couldn't get enough of that skin, and soon she was piggybacking Shannon and laying the groundwork for a nicely-sized hickey. Shannon loved the feeling as Ali's firm, tight nipples pressed into her back, almost massaging her as she licked and kissed Eliza behind the ankles.
"Whoa-ho, that's the spot, right there." Eliza immediately began to reach between her legs and began to rub her clit. "Let me help you with thaaat," moaned Shannon, who was really beginning to succumb to Ali but still had her hands free. She reached down and started masturbatory aid to Eliza while she reached behind her and grabbed Ali's ass. The moans in the trailer increased and Ali felt her body tensing up as she reached for and brought Shannon's nipples to hardness. As her leg continued getting licked, Eliza looked up at her co-stars with a smile through gritted teeth.
"C'mon, pump those fingers in!" Shannon started moving quicker, moaning against her legs as Ali continued to fondle her bountious chest. This caused Ali's butt to really be groped as a NC-17 chain reaction had begun between the twentysomething starlets.
"A little more....pump me...awwwwwwwww..." Eliza knew watching her co-stars merge on top of each other was pretty sure to at least set her off and keep her satiated for a couple minutes, and Shannon obliged by guiding their hands together and tugging frantically at her clit.
"You gonna cream all over my fingers?" asked Shannon between pants. "You gonna get my hand wet?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, then I'll suck your fingers....ah....yeah...suck you all night..."
As the dialogue continued, Ali began to feel her wetness start coming out. She frantically forced more of Shannon's ass-clutching as she kneaded her fellow Texan's breasts. "Yeah! Oh, fuck! I'm...got to..."
"HERE IT FUCKING COMES!" That was the good part, nobody heard Ali spatter Shannon's back. The problem was Eliza was not exactly shy in expressing her joy, let's say, and as much as Ali was enjoying the moment she feared some punk pimply 19-year-old would come in and ruin her career--if not her life--over a little bit of harmless springtime fun.
"Mmmm..." Shannon moaned as Eliza was quick to lick her fingers clean of her juices, suckling the breasts Ali was kneading. Shannon looked over her shoulders and smiled at Ali. "Did you just come all over me?" Ali smiled a sheepish grin back at her as Eliza continued sucking. "Sure looks like it." "You better clean it off then," Shannon responded, licking her lips. Ali reluctantly let go of Shannon's breasts, as she began to tongue Shannon at the top of her collarbone. Now Shannon's leg began to shake jerkily, as Ali had obviously found a good spot. She kissed and tongued the strong back of Shannon Elizabeth.
"Get your hands back on me..." breathed Shannon raspily as Eliza looked on beaming. She was conserving energy for later, energy that was quickly returning to her the longer she watched. Ali reached between Shannon's legs, finding her pussy wet already. "Christ, this is too easy. You're too a big a slut." laughed Ali. Shannon responded with a nod before she reached between her own legs. Eliza, not one to let pussy go to waste, continued her rest period under Shannon's legs as she masturbated above her. Ali took a look at Shannon's firm ass, and bit it lightly. "C'mon, Ali, you can do more than that." Well, when Shannon had a point she had a point. Ali began spanking Shannon to a largely favorable reaction. "Ah, someone likes it WHEN! I! DO! THIS!" Ali kept smiling, swatting away as her paranoia and her cares were put on the backburner. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Shannon groaned and began to slump forward as Ali's fingertips lightly brushed the small of her back, right above her ass cleavage.
"Ali, fuck my ass! Shove your fingers in and fuck my ass!" Ali had never been a big fan of anal ministratons, but if she was going to be begged for it, who was she to think she was better than it? Tentatively, Ali slid a finger into her ass. "You call that an ass-fucking?! I said FUCK MY ASS!" That only served to piss Ali off, which was exactly what Shannon wanted in this case. The spanking came faster, Ali roughly shoved three more fingers in and soon Shannon was rocking back and forth. "YES! YES! YEAH!" Shannon squealed as Ali tongued her slit, paused to kiss Eliza on her wet forehead, then went back to the licking. Shannon gave a sexy low growl as sweat began to drip from her forehead and chest. Ali's hands and tongue sped up to blurs, and Shannon wanted to scream out just how good she felt. But her head was getting light, and she only managed some incoherent babbling under the four-pronged attack. Ali removed her hands and tongue, and Shannon's body quickly acquainted itself with the floor.
Ali & Eliza smiled at each other and began kissing again, the taste of Shannon still on their faces and lips shining against what rays of sun were entering.
Shannon rolled over onto her side, and suddenly caught sight of something that had the potential for more fun times ahead. Sliding across the carpet as Eliza & Ali got reaquiated with the countours of each others bodies, she manged to crook open a small refrigerator.
YES.
Perfect.
Nothing is going to top this moment Eliza thought as her tongue sloshed inside of Ali's mouth. Her eyes closed, she could almost hear the gospel choir in the background, mighty voices rising in a unified shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wait, that wasn't the sound of a gospel choir at all, that was more along the sounds of someone...
"Ho-ly shit."
Eliza hadn't long been a disciple of the school of positive thought, but the sight of Shannon Elizabeth naked save some splatterings of whipped cream from the neck down was enough to change her mind. She'd put the canisters there in order to liven up the ice cream from Craft Services, and now?
It just went to show--always be prepared. Why? 'Cause you never know.
Ali disengaged herself and did a slow look over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Gee, that looks vaguely familiar from somewhere..." Shannon broke out in boisterious laughter and tossed the canisters to Ali, who deftly caught them. "I think I did it wrong. Show me how?" "Well..." Another barrage of artery-clogging spray later, and Ali was also covered in the cream, though a little bit closer to the way she had first gotten famous. She laughed. Shannon laughed.
Eliza's eyes had grown to cartoonish lengths. She began to laugh a crazy laugh.
"Whuh-oh, Shannon. Her legs are twitching."
Then she let out a high-pitched scream of childish glee. Shannon was shoved roughly to the floor as Eliza proceeded in an all-out assault to lick her co-star clean.
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Eliza squeezed Shannon's tit, pushing more whipped cream into her mouth. Her hair was being gently stroked while she did this, a side benefit to sleeping with girls since the majority of guys she'd been with had been more into the Woody Woodpecker style of intercourse. It suddenly occured to her she hadn't seen Ali in a few seconds, but soon Ali was right there in front of her kissing her. Moans soon filled the room as Shannon took advantage of Ali's position to begin to lick the bottom of the dessert bikini. Groaning contentedly at the hands of Ali & Eliza, Shannon managed to choke out a request for Ali to sit on her face.
Ali smiled as her back arched, drawing her chest closer to Eliza. Maybe later, thought Eliza with a smirk, as Shannon's request trigged off something Eliza had always wanted done to her. With a grin, Eliza s l o w l y lowered her pussy onto Shannon's breast. Slowly, she began to fuck herself on it, rocking her body back and forth while she licked Ali's chest, cream dripping down to her taut abs as the tongues of hungry brunettes worked Ali's body over. It seemed to Ali she'd just had an orgasm but she could feel the outset of another one definitely coming from within. Her eyes fluttered as Eliza reached down and licked some of the combination pussy cream/whipped cream that Shannon was greedily sucking down. Two hours ago she was having lunch with a friend. Now she was covered in a dessert topping and celebrity skin, female at that!
Who knew?
She stifled a laugh at the odd turn her day had taken, and tugged Eliza's hair. "Let me get a taste of that," she purred, reaching down below as well and sticking a wet finger in Eliza's mouth. Eliza did likewise to her and she tasted herself for the first time. It was tangy and sweet, her taste buds already dancing on the edge. She squeezed Eliza's ass once more as she got the most thorough breast exam of her life at Eliza's tongue. Eliza began to thrust herself onto Shannon with a passion, causing her to scream out into Ali's pussy. While Ali was trying to prolong the oncoming orgasm, Eliza made sure to speed hers up.
"God, I love fucking these big tits!" Eliza muttered, pelvic muscle moving north and south against Shannon. She could fill the stiff nipple continue to lend touch after touch to her clit, and soon she was somewhat satiated with a good but not quite great orgasm on Shannon's tit.
Noisily pulling herself off, she could see that Shannon was wet already. She really should've kept some leftover champagne from yesterday, it really would've finished the treat in her eyes. But you had to take what you were given, and so Eliza did. Two fingers welcomed themselves to the fold and Eliza's tongue soon followed. Shannon looked in Ali's eyes, wanting to break down the wall in her if it somehow still stood. She grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her into a deep, soulful kiss with plenty of tongue. Her legs locked themselves around Eliza's head as she thrust against her fingers and tongue.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Eliza moaned into Shannon, feeling her efforts were going to be soon and fully rewarded. "Cum all over my face!" she barked out, and repeated the order. Ali moved down to lick Eliza clean from the nipple that had been to the most delicious of places, and Shannon could feel the warmth start to flow and her head start to buzz. Her chest tightened, and her body shook once.
She grunted as she accidentally took Ali down with her, but that didn't matter because it didn't stop their kiss and it didn't stop the cum from flowing all across Eliza's face. She pulled away tired. Shannon let go of Ali and tried to shake loose the cobwebs.
Ali kneeled between the two of them. She was hoping for one last go-round, but it seemed her partners were giving up on her. Slowly, she tended to what little bits of cream still remained on her body. She couldn't help but notice Eliza glance at her. Really putting on the ritz now, she mouthed the word "Yeah" as she put a cream filled finger in her mouth. Eliza quickly tackled her down and on top of Shannon.
"One last taste of pussy, and then I've got to...something..." Eliza said with a shake of her head. "Woooooooooooooo" Ali said, cradling Eliza's head below her as she felt breasts dig into her back. Shannon began to spread her legs wide open, as Eliza continued her tour of the inner thighs. Ali grabbed the back of Eliza's head and forced her to start eating her out. Eliza's tongue, sore as it was becoming began to lick away before she felt herself getting kissed by Shannon. They exchanged a look for the briefest of seconds, and then Ali Larter found herself convulsing at the tag team lickout taking place. She grabbed her own breast and put a finger in her mouth hoping to at least not yell out a scream that would be heard throughout the state as the the licking progressed. A tongue would move slowly, another would move quickly, but it was an unrelenting assault that she knew was going to own her before it was done.
"Fucking lick me! Lick me! DON'T STOP LICKING ME! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She had tried not to scream out, but it was too much. It was the best feeling of her life, and that only continued as she lurched forward and delivered a face-drenching orgasm onto both her associates. Breathing heavily, she looked forward in shock and lay there on the floor.
An outsider looking at the aftermath might've wondered how there were three attractive nudists, and what kind of car had hit them. Their bodies scattered across the trailer floor, seperate but not too far apart from another, laid out.
And all three of them looking to the heavens with fat smiles on their shiny faces.
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It was time. Kevin Smith could remember many great moments in his life: accepting awards, when Jennifer said yes, the birth of Harley Quinn. This, however, was going to give everything else a run for its money. Jason ran to keep up with him.
"Morris Day and the Time!" Kevin exclaimed. "You get to kiss the girl, we bust the moves, and we get down. I can't believe it, first time since Clerks. Been too long. Girl, I've been watching ya/I think I wanna know ya KNOW YA!" Kevin swayed his head side to side and did a little shuffle. "Hey, is that Duck Shoot's trailer rocking like that? Maybe she knows where Shannon is, I've got to get into the groove."
Meanwhile, back in the trailer, Shannon got dressed. "We've got to do some of that again. A lot. Eliza? Ali?" She turned around and saw them shut the door to the bathroom. Coincidentally enough, at that moment Kevin opened the door.
"Shannon! Praise Jesus, there you are. C'mon, let's go."
"I'll be there in a moment, Kevin." Shannon smiled and went for her fake glasses as Kevin & Jason continued to the setup.
"I dunno, Jase--I think I smelled me some loving in there. I mean, c'mon, you would've loved that shit, wouldn't you? The fun, the booty slapping..." Jason scoffed at him and shook his head.
"Adventure...excitement...a Jedi craves not these things." He put out his smoke; Kevin scowled at him. "Shit, K, I could've said "Fly, fat-ass, fly!" again. NOOCH!" He swiped his friend's hat and ran towards Morris Day.
"You're a dead man, Mewes!"
Eliza and Ali didn't come out for another 12 minutes and by that time Shannon was long gone.
"Where'd she go?" said Ali. At that moment, a distinct howl rang out down the ways a bit. "Is that..."
"Yeah, it's got to be. Kevin's obsessed with Morris Day & the Time. I bet that's where she went, she's in the scene." Ali nodded her assent. "Wait a minute, I thought that was going down Wednesday."
"Eliza, it IS Wednesday. My pussy that good, you forget what day it is?" Ali snickered at her. Eliza gave a playful bark. "Huh, you're right. So, we're not in that scene--it's just Shannon." Eliza laughed.
"What? What is it, stop laughing and tell me!"
Eliza just smiled a toothy grin and looked at her co-star.
"We're not even supposed to be here today."
"The only shame in masturbation is not doing it well."
--Sigmund Freud
"Shit, most geniuses aren't able to understand themselves, and many of them lead miserable lives, realizing (at least on some level) that they are nothing but fortunate freaks, the intellectual version of runway models who just happen to be born with the right cheekbones and with breasts that fit the image of an age."
--Stephen King