MST3001 - Episode 3005 "Bubble Gum Pink: Raging Fires" - Part Four Magic Voice: Series Sign in Five, Four, Three... [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Bridge] "Now, where were we? Oh, yes! The plot summary!" Mike turned to Tom. "Can you tell us a brief recount of the action so far, Thomas Servo?" "Ah, but of course, Michael." Tom began: "You see, the authors are trying to show the struggles of growing up in modern day times. Little Mackie is obviously becoming a man. The story shows the strife that he and his sister *and* his sister's friends must overcome by facing the adversity set before them. Only by staying true to themselves can they *truly* succeed. Crow T, take it from there?" Cambot panned over to Crow, who had his net down and was wearing a Yankee's cap backward. He said (in a bad New York accent) "Uh, yeah. Far as I can tell, all I see is a dumb mook, a bitch, and a coupla 'ho's thrown in togetha a dark room for some good times." "I beg to differ! If you will notice, Young Mackie's literally internal conflict is an obvious metaphor for his coming of age. However, it could also be interpreted that Mackie is simply his own worst enemy." "Uh... yeah. Dunno about that, But I *do* know there ain't nothin' wrong with a little hot girl/girl action, if ya know what I'm sayin'!" "You, sir, have all the boorish mannerisms of a Yale-ling!" "Youse wanna go, egghead? Cause, ah, we can go outside iffa wanna!" "I should warn you, cur, I recently took home the trophy for boxing at state finals!" "Aaaah, you don't got da arms, much less the balls, ya dumb palooka!" "ARRRRRGH!" said Tom, as he dashed at Crow full force. Mike sighed. Why do I bother to ask them these things, anyway? he thought. "Mike, what the hey-ho is going on is here?" asked Gypsy as she rolled onto the bridge. She was just barely missed by Crow and Tom, who were somehow engaged in a grapple and currently rolling across the deck, swearing at each other. She moved over to Mike. "Oh, we were just commenting on today's experiment, Gypsy. Then those two launched into a Harvard-Preppy/Guy-from-the-Bronx thing that went sour." "Really?" Gypsy looked hesitant, or about as hesitant as a robot with one facial expression can get. "I'd say Crow's accent is all over the place. More of a Brooklyn accent, I think?" On the meanwhile, Crow and Tom continued their battle in the background. Currently, Tom had the upper hand as he was jumping up into the air and slamming down onto Crow's face, all the while humming 'Hail to thee, O Harvard'. Mike shrugged. "I wouldn't know, I'm from Wisconsin, remember? Oh, did you come in here to comment on the lemon?" "Hmmm." Gypsy thought. "'No matter where I serve my guests, they seem to like my kitchen best!'" "Oh... kay. What does that have to do with 'Raging Fires'?" "Oh, nothing! I haven't seen any of it, and I'd like to keep it that way! By the way, you have lemon sign in a couple of seconds." "Swell. Might as well get a head start on it." said Mike, as he walked off into the theater. Servo, meanwhile, uttered a triumphant cry. He stood on top of the mangled heap that was Crow and began a victory speech in Latin, when suddenly the bridge began to shake and lights began to flash. Tom's head turned side to side quickly. "Could it be? WE HAVE MOVIE SIGN!" "G-get outta heah!" muttered Crow, dragging himself along... [6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Theater] (Mike enters carrying Tom. Crow manages to get into his seat. They sit down) > "Ooh, Sweetling, your nipples are so hard, aren't they?" a >voice whispered in Priss' ear, and Priss noticed that indeed, the >sight of Linna humping Mackie's face was turning her on, a lot. Mike: (as Priss) Gee, I never thought of smothering him to death *that* way before! >Suddenly, Sylia's cum-slickened hands grabbed Priss's breasts from >behind, and Priss moaned as Sylia caressed her firm ta-tas in circular >patterns. Crow: 'Ta-tas'? That's a new one on me. Tom: See, you learn something different everyday! > From below Priss, Nene said, "Wow, Priss, I haven't seen such >a pretty cunnie since Naoko and I got bored on night shift in Records." Tom: I could have died a happy man not knowing that about Nene... Mike: How about now? Tom: ... now if I could just *die*, I'd be happy! Mike: (laughs) I hear you, buddy... >Kneeling in front of Priss' crotch, Nene ran her tongue along the edges of >her pubic growth, pausing to kiss the inside of Priss' trembling thighs >here and there. Priss moaned loudly, feeling >herself warm with lust. Crow: This is better than 'Prince of Space', too. Tom: Yes indeed... > Shaking like a leaf, Priss slid a hand back behind her, >clumsily seeking Sylia's crotch. Mike: The game of Twister, but with an exciting new wrinkle! >Finding her leg, she slid her palm, upward, following the stream of female >ejaculate up towards her sex. Crow: We've struck a gusher, boys! Mike and Tom: (blandly) Whoopie. >Sylia moaned herself at the contact, responding by increasing her >efforts on Priss' breasts, fingers working the ample mounds >frantically. Tom: Yes, the last line of defense against mad boomers, the hope for tomorrow, these *are* the Knight Sabers! Crow: Man, who hired these guys? Larry Flynt? >Priss' twat flowed even harder, and Nene began to lap up the overflow. > "Mmmm, yummy cunnie!" Nene piped, slurping loudly at Priss' >fountain of passion. Mike: Why is it that these lemons have to be so to the point? Tom: What ever happened to dinner and a movie on the first date? Crow: And most importantly, how will Nene explain to her doctor why she has a case of crabs in her eyebrows? Mike: Inquisitive minds *don't* want to know! >The honey flowed from Priss' body, and Nene drank as much as she >could, reveling in the smell and taste of feminine lust. "Mmmmm... better >than ice cream!" she mumbled through a faceful of Priss. Tom: ... but not as good as Mint Chocolate Chip! > Priss moaned even louder, feeling the power of her lust >overwhelming her inhibitions, carrying her towards orgasm. Looking up >from her body, she saw Linna in a sixty-nine with Mackie, shaking with >uncontrollable orgasms. Crow: Meanwhile, Boomers are rampant in the city, beating on women, raping the men, looting stores... Mike: (laughs) >The sight thrilled her further, and gasping for breath, she pushed Nene >away from her cunt, saying, "Please... I need it..." > "What's that?" Sylia whispered, kissing Priss' neck up and >down. "Do you want to be fucked, Sweetling? Say it. Do you want Nene >to fuck you?" Mike: Can you think of a more *vulgar* term for the act of love? Crow: Actually... Mike: No, no, forget I said anything. > "Yes!" Priss hissed through clenched teeth, lightning playing >up and down her nerves. "Yes, Nene, fuck me! I need it soooo bad!" Tom: Soooo? Sounds a little like Oscar-speak... Crow: That's the most insulting riff towards the authors yet! >Gasping as Nene removed her hyperactive tongue from Priss' hole and >began pumping her with her fingers, she gasped, "No! I need more! Not >fingers!" Crow: (as Priss) Use your *toes*, too! > Smiling, Nene picked up the double-sided dildo and waved it >beneath Priss' nose. Mike: (as Nene) Okay... *here's* the deal... >"Would you like this in your pussy, Priss?" Tom: I'd rather that you'd stuff it in her mouth, just to SHUT HER UP!! >Moaning as Sylia gently removed her skirt and panties, she said, >"Pussy Priss? Hm? Would you like me to FUCK you with this DILDO, my >little 'Pussy Priss?'" Mike: Oh, the witty banter is *really* starting up in earnest, now! Crow: (chuckles) My guess is that Nene won't win an Oscar for 'best actress'... Tom: (as the Wicked Witch of the West) I'll *get* you, my pretty, and I'll do it with this dildo, too! > "YES, damn you!" Priss screeched. "You're driving me up the >fucking wall, now I give in and you decide to jack aro-OOOUUUHHH..." Tom: She turned into a werewolf! She's baying at the moon! Mike: Not a good sign... Crow: (monotone) That is *absolutely* fascinating... >Priss moaned as Nene slid the huge phallus along Priss' swollen cunt >lips. Humping and reaching her groin towards the rubber dick, Priss >moaned, "Christ, quit teasing me, get on with it! Fuck me, dammit! >Fuck me NOW!!!" Crow: Still, I'm sure all of them have concerns of Mackie's welfare in the front of their mind all the time during this little crisis. Tom: Oh, *sure* they do... > "Well, Nene, I think Sweetling is ready," Sylia purred. "Let >me help you with that," she said, and she took the dildo from Nene and >licked one end up and down, moistening it with her saliva. Tom: Ewww! Now it has all her germs on it! Mike: How unsanitary can this lemon get? >"MMmmmmm," she said, "what I wouldn't give to have my turn now, Mike: (as Sylia) ... so I can get it over with! >but..." Guiding the lubricated end to Nene's crotch, Sylia dragged the tip >up and down Nene's pussy, sending the redhead into squeals of delight. >Nene's honey began to drip onto the love rod, lubricating it further. Crow: Guys, it think we've died and gone to 'hentai hell'... Tom: Ah, well, bombs away! >Finally, Sylia held the phallus in place, and with one shove she >thrust the dildo into Nene's waiting quim. Mike: (puts arms into air and waves them back, like he was directing a jet at an airport) Easy, now... back a little more... she's not in pain yet, ya know! > "OOOOOOHHHH!" All: (singing) ... that smell! Can't ya smell that smell?! >Nene cooed, as a fresh orgasm took her. "OOOH yeah," All: (singing) ... that smell! The smell of death surrounds yooooou! >she said again, as Sylia pushed the dildo deeper into her body, >stretching her tight vagina and sending further jolts of lust through >her body. Crow: She's Uncontrollable Orgasm Girl! >Humping slowly, Nene began strapping the harness on, and with Sylia's help >she was soon ready to take the prize waiting between Priss' trembling >limbs. Tom: She's gonna make a grab for the brass ring? Crow: (as Nene) Any jewelry I find down there, I'm keepin'! > "Last chance, Sweetling," Sylia said, Mike: (singing) ... with Mary Jane, one last time to kill the p-a-a-a-in! Tom: Ease up, boy, and pace yourself! >pulling Priss down to the floor and spreading her legs wide open. "Do you >want Nene to fuck you silly with her brand-new dick?" Crow: No, she wants you to marry her first, OF COURSE SHE WANTS IT!!! > "My God, you don't quit, do you?" Priss said. "How many times >do I have to say it, dammit? Tom: (as Priss) SYLIA NO BAKA! SYLIA HENTAI!! >Fuck ne, Nene! All: (laugh) Mike: *She* is the knight that goes, 'Ni!' >Or I'll damn well do it by myself!" Crow: You would do that for us, Priss? Thanks! (gets up to leave) Mike: That's not what she meant, Crow... Crow: Damn... (sits back down) > "Ooh, we're feeling frustrated, aren't we?" Nene smiled. Tom: Damn *straight* we are... >Guiding the other end of the dildo into Priss' dripping pussy, she >said, "Well, we can take care of that." Mike: (as Nene) And if we don't, the authors sure will! >The rubber dick's tip brushed against Priss' clit, and Priss moaned loudly. >Suddenly, Priss grabbed Nene's asscheeks and pulled downward, driving the >dickhead into her labia, missing her hole. Tom: (as a carnival barker) Step right up, folks! Sink one into the hole, win big! Crow: A dollar buys you three tries! Hurry, hurry, hurry! > "Careful, dear," Sylia said, guiding the dildo into place, >"you might hurt youself with this big hard cock." With the prod in >place, Sylia gently pushed it in, an inch sliding into Priss' tender >nether regions. Mike: Tender? I thought you said Priss was a battle-hardened veteran, Overstreet! Tom: Make up yer mind! > "YES!" Priss screeched, and she slammed her pelvis against >Nene, driving the prod into her innermost depths. Nene gaped as Priss >ground her crotch against the dildo, fucking like a derrick, driving >the piston into her depths, trying to strike oil. Crow: With our respects to 'Virgin Warrior Sailor Moon'. >Nene moaned as Priss' gyrations drove the dildo in and out of her own cunt. >Wow, she thought, if she keeps this up, I won't be able to last much longer >myself. Tom: (patronizingly) Awww, is the big bad lemon making Nene all tuckered out? Crow: (yawns) It's actually starting to *bore* me... > Meanwhile, Linna moaned and twitched as Mackie nibbled her >clit, bringing her close to yet another peak of sexual tension. Now, >though, her desire had shifted focus, and her swollen cunt now >demanded more than the eager tongue of an oversexed boy. Releasing her >death-grip on Mackie's passion python, Mike: Monty Python, we need you *now!* Crow: C'mon, giant foot! Fall outta the sky and SQUASH THEM KNIGHTS!! >she pulled away from Mackie's insatiable lips and prepared to mount >his slick, gleaming cock. Tom: Say, is it just me or was that description really at all necessary? Mike: No, that's *purely* gratuitous... > Slowly, carefully, Linna lowered her sex onto Mackie's >rock-hard schlong, gasping as, inch by inch, his manhood penetrated >her cunt, Crow: Total elapsed time: two seconds. >plumbing depths never before touched. Gasping at the incredible sensation, >Linna sat still with Mackie buried deep within her, savoring the feeling of >being so incredibly full, full of male, full of life, full of lust. Mike: ... full of *crap*! Tom: (laughs) > Then, Linna leaned forward, shifting Mackie's cock within her >and adding new dimensions to the incredible hot and cold running >desire flooding her system. Tom: She was now nauseous as well as having a full bladder. Crow: Yeah, shouldn't the lemon give them a bathroom break by now? >Rocking slowly back and forth on her hands and knees, breasts swinging >over Mackie's chest, Linna moaned and cooed her delight, friction driving >her half-mad with desire. Mike: Poor girl doesn't have a lot of mind to spare, anyway... >Mackie's hands traced her form, running from her butt along her back to her >shoulders, bringing shivers with every contact with Linna's burning-hot >body. Crow: Get yer Red-Hots! Getcha yer Red-Hot Knight Sabers here! >Then, Mackie shifted his blind search down to the magnificent mounds >dangling above him, and he began rubbing them together, deftly sending the >fitness instructor into sexual overdrive. Tom: Sort of a new twist on the 'stress squeeze ball' design! > No longer able to contain her wild instinctive urges, Crow: ... she ripped Mackie's throat open and submissively urinated all over his corpse! Mike: No, that'd be the 'Henry J. Cobb' ending. Crow: Oh, right. My bad! >Linna began a frantic rhythm, trying to speed her way to release. Mackie >met her thrust for thrust, mashing her breasts in his fevered efforts. >Linna felt the throbbing cock plunge deeper and deeper on each thrust, and >she shoved harder and harder, trying to reach bottom at last. Mike: (as the Gesture Professor) Down, down, deep into the hole... >Little by little, her urges began to center around a tight ball of >concentrated pleasure forming in her gut, building with each stroke of >Mackie's swollen manhood into her hot cunt. Tom: Hey, that rhymes! Although it probably *won't* be appearing in a Dr. Suess book anytime soon... >Linna bucked and rolled, gasping for breath, trying to hold on to the >pleasure for as long as possible. Crow: ... and one nanosecond later... > As Linna drove towards orgasm, Priss and Nene stepped up their >game of Hide the Salami. Mike: (laughing) ... and boy! Don't those lesbians have such cute names for sex? Tom: (as Nene) Hey, Linna! Are we helping Mackie any, or should we work even harder? >Priss had fallen onto her back, thrusting with her hips, sucking on a >finger while the opposite hand fondled her breasts. Nene had flipped over >onto her stomach, cooing with delight, luxuriating in the double- >passive lezbo fuck she had begun. Tom: This is something to be proud of? Crow: No, just something to enjoy... > As Priss sucked desperately on her trigger finger, a voice >above her said, "Would you like something better to suck on, >Sweetling?" Opening her eyes, Priss saw Sylia's dripping pussy >hovering over Priss' face. "Maybe my Sweetling would like to see what >a woman's love tastes like, hmm?" Crow: The age old question, how many licks *does* it take to reach the center of Sylia Stingray? Tom: Whaddamean 'age old'? You just made that up! Crow: Heh, guilty! > Priss stuggled with her lust, trying to maintain some level of >dignitiy. Mike: Sorry, you lost *that* fifteen pages ago... >I'm not a lesbian, I'm not! she thought, even as a pre-orgasmic shudder >drove the two-headed dildo deeper into her twat. With each thrust, her >resolve weakened further, Tom: ... and our disgust grew by leaps and bounds... >until finally, she nodded acquiescence. With no further ado, Sylia squatted >onto Priss' mouth, pressing her pudenda against the singer's lips. Crow: See, Mike, asking 'Which ones?' isn't practical, because this time it can be read in two ways! Mike: Crow, *do* shut up... > Despite never even having considered eating pussy before, >Priss fell to the new experience with a will. Diving straight into >Sylia's muff, Priss plunged her tongue deep into Sylia's cunt, >drinking the intoxicating liquid within like lemonade. Tom: Nobody ever told Priss what a 'Golden Shower' is, the poor sap... >Sylia squirmed with excitement as Priss gulped and slurped, sucking >moisture from Sylia's vagina like a Sears Shop Vac. Mike: Hey! They stole our idea! Bastards! > Nene began bucking harder, feeling her portal of pleasure >twitch with the first spasms of what would be a mind-shattering cum. >Sitting up, she reached her hand down and found her clit beneath the >dildo's harness, rubbing it frantically and gasping with lust. Crow: (as Bill Cosby) Wubba, wubba, wubba, wubba! Boosh, boosh! >Finally, her dam burst, and she screamed, "OOOOHHH, I'M CUMMING!!" >jamming her full weight down onto Priss, transferring the pressure >through the dildo into Priss' twat, pressing the rubber dong clear to >Priss' uterus. Tom: Ouch, that's *gotta* hurt! > As the dual dildo touched the bottom of Priss' well, Mike: Well? Tom: Deep subject... Crow: (imitates rimshot) Bum bum, bum, ching! >she began bucking as well. Throwing Sylia off her face, she screamed >wildly, cunt spasming with a volcanic release of cum juice. Crow: THAR SHE BLOWS!!! Mike: We used that gag already, too... Tom: So? You used the 'gee we're reusing the same gag' gag, twice! Mike: Good point. I withdraw my previous rebuke, Crow. Sorry. Crow: It's all good, Nelson... >As the initial orgasm passed through her, she bucked harder, bringing >herself almost instantly to a second climax. "YESSS! AGAIN!!! FUUUUUCK >MEEEEEE!" Mike: Okay... (flips middle finger at Priss) %$@&! you! Bots: Right on, Nelson! >she screamed, breasts shaking with her rocking motions, and she kept >pushing the dildo as deep as it would go, driving Nene into now-painful >contortions. Tom: You can only *just* take artistic license so far... Crow: I dunno, I think she's got a good rhythm, there! Tom: I was referring to the writing technique, actually... > "MORE! MORE! MOOOOOORE!" Priss screamed, and then she sat up >straight and screamed, "OH, *YESSSS*!" as a third orgasm overloaded >her system. Mike: Meanwhile, Mackie had gone into cardiac arrest. "YESSS I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, coating the dildo with her juices, unwilling to stop thrusting and bucking atop the prosthetic. Crow: Ride the 'Lesbian Simulator' at Universal Studios! > "please... no more..." Nene moaned, and reaching down, she released >the straps and crawled off the dildo, twat slurping as the >dong slipped out. Tom: Twats slurp, dongs slip. Writing this all down, Mike? Mike: *Hell* no... what, you think I want to *remember* any of this?! >Released from Priss' insane motions at last, Nene sighed and relaxed, >saying, "Ooooh... that was something -else.-" Crow: Thank you for trying out the 'Lesbian Simulator'... Tom: Please wait until the ride comes to a complete stop, pardon the pun. Thank you! > Priss moaned, and opening her eyes, she noticed that the >person giving her leverage for her sexual seppuku had left her post. Mike: You know, I'm really starting to miss that old seppuku custom... It would give most lemon writers a clean, honorable way out... Crow: (sighs) Yeah, the good old days... >Looking at the spent Nene, Tom: What, she's a empty shell casing, now? >Priss shook her head, old inhibitions lost in a sea of concentrated lust, >muttering, "Just like a woman to say she's got a cuntache." All: (laugh) Mike: Oh, those wacky, lovable dominating lesbians! What *will* they ever do next? Tom: You know, I wonder what would happen if they did a sitcom about... Crow: Ahem. 'Ellen', remember? Tom: Yeah, yeah... >Then, smiling to herself, she reached down and reversed the straps on >the harness, securing the substitute cock to herself, Crow: (as an announcer) They're bringing in the rooster to sub for Jordan... >and she turned to the Knight Saber commander, who had been reduced to >frigging herself with both hands. Tom: You auto-eroticists getting this? You're being demeaned, here! > "So, you fucking bitch," Priss grinned, "you want your >Sweetling to get fucked? You want your Sweetling to eat pussy?" >Flipping Sylia over, she slipped a finger into the woman's palpitating >asshole, stroking furiously. All: (singing) *Ream* around the rosie... >"Well, your Sweetling is about to do something you weren't expecting! Crow: (as Priss) I'm gonna do your taxes! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! >Hope you're ready, Sylia, 'cause Sweetling is coming, and she's coming by >the back door!" Bots: (singing) Red Dog, summer in the city! Mike: (snickers, then sings) Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie! All: (singing) So fine, you'll never see me leavin' by the back door... >Prying Sylia's asscheeks apart, Priss guided the cockhead, coated with >Nene's spunk, into the tight brown portal. Tom: So, this is a homosexual's homosexual act? Crow: That puts it in a whole new perspective, don't it? >Gently, she began to rock in and out, pressing against the resistance of >Sylia's spincter, sending mixed pain and pleasure through both women's >bodies. All: (singing) ... my passion, my pleasure, MY PAIN! > "Oh! Oh, Sweetling! I love you! I love you!!" Sylia screeched, >beginning to respond to Priss' buggering. Mike: Jeeze, this is tough love... >As she fingered her clit with one hand and held herself up with the other, >Sylia pushed back into Priss' thrusts as the singer began a doggy-fucking >to the finish. Tom: Gruesome, isn't it? Mike: Oh, yes, quite. >Unable to keep the thrusts slow, Priss resumed her frantic bucking, >feeling the passions rise in her again, as in her stomach, orgasms >began to take a number and line up for Priss' pleasure centers. Crow: (as generic orgasm #17) Damn, we'll never get paid at this rate! Tom: (as generic orgasm #18) And can you imagine the *paperwork* we'll have to do? Mike: (as generic orgasm #15) Whoops! I'm next! I think I'll go for a 'sputter' style climax, and finish off with double-bender twist... Bots: Show off!! >With Sylia moaning and screeching at the incredible feeling of fullness her >butt was sending, and Priss strangling her moans of passion as >friction sent her pussy into waterfall mode, the two presented Nene a >lurid display of sexual abandon. Mike: Oh, good. I'd really hate to see Nene be deprived anymore than she already has... > Licking her lips, Nene sat back and rubbed her breasts and >pussy absentmindedly, not seeking orgasm yet, simply enjoying the >sensations and the twin features presentations before her. Tom: They're playing 'Ishtar' and 'Water World' back to back! Crow: Finally! *Real* entertainment... >On the bed, Linna rocked and rolled on Mackie's drumstick, tears flowing as >she tried to hold the building passion for one more stroke, >then another, >then another. Mike: And so on. And so on. And so on! >On the other hand, Priss and Sylia ground against each other frantically, >spooning their way as fast as they could to orgasm. >Nene wondered idly, licking her cum-coated finger, which pair would >climax first. Crow: Bets? > Suddenly, Linna slowed, falling down onto Mackie's sweating >body. Grasping Mackie at the ribcage, she rolled him over on top of her. Tom: (as Linna) H'okay there, Hoss! Let's get this 'Bonanza' going again! >Then, grasping his buttcheeks, she guided him back into the rhythm >they had been locked in before, and Mackie soon took over and began >slamming his cock into her harder than ever. Mike: (as Linna) Why didn't we train him to do this in the *first* place? >Linna moaned and cried, breasts jiggling, head thrashing, as each >fever-powered stroke added to the immense well of pure desire she had >built up. > It was too much. Tom: Whadda mean? THE %&$@ING *PROLOGUE* WAS TOO MUCH, YA KNOBS! Crow: Servo! Man, calm down! > "Ugh! UGH! UGH!" Linna coughed, trying to choke the orgasm >down, but it was already too late. Finally, her cunt spasmed, grasping >Mackie's cock with her vaginal muscles, squeezing with the force of a >dozen velvet vicegrips. Mike: Brought to you by the Velvet Council... >Creaming all over the sheets, she screeched, "COMMMMMMMIIINNGGG! GOD I'M >COMMMING!!!" and she reached up and hugged Mackie to her, kissing and >licking his face as he spasmed in turn and shot his load into her thirsty >twat. Crow: Well! She certainly has revamped her previous opinion of Mackie in a hurry, didn't she? Tom: Unsafe, untamed, sexual abandon can do that to a girl... we wish! Mike: (snickers) >"OHHHH SOOOO GOOOOOD!!" she gasped, falling limply to the mattress, glow of >pleasure spreading through her body, Mackie lying limp over her, cock still >buried in her, stiff and ready as ever. Mike: What does he do, masturbate with varnish?! Bots: Mike! Mike: Hey! I want some straight answers, damn it! Bots: MIKE! Mike: I want to get straight to the point! Bots: MIKE!! Mike: I.. okay, I'll stop now. > The screams from the bed were Priss' cue for release. The >first orgasm took her like a football tackle, and she collapsed to the >floor, still driving the dildo deep into Sylia's buttcheeks. "YES! >MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOORE!" she screeched, as she thrashed in the throes >of orgasm after orgasm. Tom: (yawn) And so on, and so on, and so on, and... Mike: (laughs) Oh, now it's just *purely* gratuitous... > The irregular thrusts and twists of the body above her sent >Sylia into her own, long-delayed orgasm, and she twisted herself, >flattening and curving her body against the carpet. "OOOOHHH YES! YES, >FUCK ME SWEETLING! I'M CUMMING! FEEL ME CUUUUUUM!" Crow: Remember, Mackie's life is in these girls' hands! > "YES!" Priss crowed. "CUM, YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING MEDDLING >BITCH, MAKE ME---OOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIITTT!" she said, falling backwards >and out of Sylia, thrashing in uncontrollable lust. Sylia squealed as >the withdrawal sent her into another orgasm, Mike: Multiple-orgasmic *hell*... >but her cries were drowned out by Priss, who grabbed the dildo and shoved >it in and out of herself, snapping the harness, plunging the length in and >out of her spasming twat. Finally, she screamed, "OOOOOOOOH HOOOLY >SHIIIIIIT I CAME!!!" All: (laugh) Crow: Squeal, leetle piggy! Squeal!! Tom: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! >and she passed out, overcome by the sheer pleasure of it all. Crow: Damn, her batteries are dead... > Nene stood up slowly, thighs shlurping together as she walked >over to the bed and slowly flipped Mackie off Linna's quivering body. Tom: (as Nene) Stand back, kid, and let a *real* slut show you how it's done! >Behind her, Priss trembled senselessly, still orgasming despite her >half-comatose state, and Sylia could barely move, overcome by the >experience of her secret fantasies, total domination by another. Mike: What about *our* fantasies? You know, the one where we *leave?* > Looking the other Knight Sabers over, Nene chuckled, "You'll >all be out of it for a little while." Grasping Mackie's hard-on in her >hand and beginning to jack him off, she grinned, "Which means this bad >boy is gonna be all mine now!" Crow: ... because she lost the bet! > Nene ran her nimble fingers up and down Mackie's erection, >tickling the ridge of the urethra with her fingertips. As she stroked >the boy's raging hard-on, her free hand found his testicles, caressing >the scrotal sac with a velvet touch. Mike: Once again, Brought to you by the Velvet Council... > Mackie moaned with the resumed sexual activity. Tom: (as Mackie) *Again?!* Crow: The part of Mackie Stingray will now be played by Rocky J. Squirrel... >Deep within his short-circuiting brain, he felt the prickling contacts >of Nene's fingers driving his crotch into a maddened state. Crow: 'Blue balls' are obviously not the male Stingray's curse... >His balls were already tightening with a fresh load of semen, even as his >chemically imbalanced endocrine system ordered his spooge production to >yet another all-time high. Mike: Sadly, his testicles had finally decided to go on strike... Bots: (chanting) LESS SEMEN OR NO PEACE! LESS SEMEN OR NO PEACE! >Had he been in any condition to appreciate the feeling, he might have >fainted; instead, still swimming in his demented hallucinations, he >groaned, "Sylia..." Crow: Aw, isn't that cute? He named his wanger after his big sister! Tom: 'Cute' wasn't the word I had in mind... > "Sylia?" Nene grumbled. Suddenly, her ticking became a firm >grip on Mackie's sheath, her slow deliberate movements switched to a >rapid pud-pounding frenzy. Mike: Ah, good, he's much more used to *that*. Good thinking! >"Is this Sylia, Mackie?" she growled. "This is Nene, Mackie, and she >wants a facial, right now!" > "Nene? MMmmm... do that thing with the tongue, Nene..." he >mumbled, having shifted to a new fever dream. Tom: You know, Mackie's most fortunate to be able to sleep through the whole thing... Crow: Lord knows he's the most believable character yet... > "With my tongue, huh?" Nene smiled, still jacking Mackie off. >"Sure, I'll play along." Leaning closer to Mackie's already pulsating >boner, she stuck her tongue out and fluttered it lightly on the tip, >teasing the slit. Crow: ... calling it names, making fun of the way it looks, you know the drill... >"Mmmm, nummy," she mumbled, tasting Mackie, Sylia and Linna in the >juices still clinging to him. "I could get to like sloppy seconds." Mike: (groan) I was waiting for *that* one... > Mackie's piss-slit oozed a drop of pre-cum, and Nene decided >to go for broke. Tom: She's going to make a run for it boys... notify the border patrol! >With her free hand, she went for a spot just behind Mackie's balls, >tickling. "Coochie coochie coo!" she whispered. Mackie groaned and mumbled >incoherently, and with a thrust he shot wad after wad of white lightning >from his wand, Mike: Oh, so *that's* where they got it... Tom: Got what, Nelson? You mean you didn't know where sperm comes from? Crow: See, Mike, when a man loves a woman, this day and age... Mike: No, no! Kris Overstreet has a company called 'White Lightning'! Bots: Oh! >splattering Nene's face with the sticky goo. Nene giggled and smiled >as Mackie shot tablespoons at a time into the air. Crow: (as Nene) Gosh, I guess *nothing* can turn me off! > A splotch of Mackie's cum landed in Linna's face. Tom: The wake-up call from *hell*... >Flinching, she rolled away from the rain of sperm, finding the edge of >the bed and falling to the floor heavily. Now wide awake, she looked at >Nene's spooge-coated face. "Nene..." she whispered. Mike: (as Linna) You'll never believe this dream I had! I dreamt that you and I... D'OH! > Nene turned to face Linna. "Look, Linna! Spooge of Olay! >Nature's perfect wrinkle cream, health drink, and breast growth >hormone!" > "What?" Linna said. Tom: (laughs) Okay... SHE SAID, "LOOK, LINNA..." > "Oh, well, I don't know about the other two," Nene smiled. Crow: (as Nene) Let's face it, I don't know jack... off. Thank you! >"Me and Mackie are gonna test them all, though! And now that we've covered >facial cream... boy have we ever!" she giggled, "it's time to >test Mackie's cum as... a super vitamin drink!!" Mike: Yes, fortified with several essential kinds of Sexually Transmitted Disease! >Without bothering to wipe off her face, Nene leaned down and began licking >Mackie's cock like a long pink lollipop. Tom: (snickers) Duh-huh, it's a *blow* pop, get it? Mike: (groans) Oh, *now*... >Linna looked curiously at it- had it become larger since she'd had her >turn at it? Must be my imagination, she thought, as a slow heat began to >return to her sex. Crow: Careful, she nearly had a complete thought... Tom: Yeah! Watch it, Overstreet! Mike: Pick up the pace, before she has time to think again! > Backing away from Nene's bobbing head, Linna raised a hand to >her breast, gently tracing the bottom of its tight, athletically firm >curve, rekindling the lavender flames she had thought extinguished by >her cataclysmic orgasms with Mackie. Tom: The almighty return of 'Lemon Girl'! >Wow, she thought to herself, supressing a moan, if I'd known, I wouldn't >have had a cherry to break in that dance class when I was fourteen! Crow: Instead, she had a cherry to break in this lemon! Tom: Hey, add a little Bacarrdi, and you might have a nice cocktail, there... > Linna reached a hand down to her cum-soaked slit, cupping a >glob in her hands and tasting it. Mike: It's 'Recycle your Bodily Fluids Day' down at the Silky Doll... >The flavor reminded her slightly of tuna, or maybe saltwater taffy. Crow: ... or maybe she needs to dunk her head in a cold pail of water! >Or... really, it didn't taste like anything, save what it was; Tom: A cheap thrill for the reader! >the consummation of two people's wild passion. Tom: Like I said, a cheap thrill for the reader. Mike: (snickers) >Linna began sucking her finger, sliding it in and out of her lips, >draining every last bit of her flavor from it. > "Oh, so the slut is hungry," an angry voice said behind her. Mike: Thank god, it's the girl from the beginning of the fic! The Underwear Girl! Crow: She's come to save the day! YAY! >Priss stood agressively behind her, smirking at the finger-sucking woman >before her. Crow: Oh, it's just Priss... Tom: Man, we *wish* it was that girl... she was cool! Mike: I know, man... I know... >"Well, you oversexed cunt, if you're so hungry, let me give you something >to eat!" Tom: (as Linna) Great! Let's heat up that pizza leftover from last night! >Priss grabbed Linna's hair and shoved her head to Priss' muff. Mike: This made Priss happy that Priss's muff was being the target of Linna's affections... Tom: Also, Priss' genitals wish to be referred to in the third person from this point on! >For a moment, Linna hesitated, surprised by Priss' new agressively sexual >behavior. However, strange though it was, it was also an intense turn-on, >and the scent from Priss' rampage of orgasms whetted her appetite. Crow: Yeah, I hear 'Bitch Musk' is a hot item on the Japanese black market... >An hour ago, Linna had barely considered sex of any kind; now, she began >licking up the liquid from Priss' cunt with gusto. Tom: From the makers of Dat Gusto, it's DIS-GUSTO! > Priss moaned with ecstacy, lust building already as she pressed >Linna's head deeper into her crotch. "Yes! Lick my cunt!" she hissed, >thrashing with the feelings winding up her depths. "I know you love it! >Lick my cunt gooooood!" Mike: (as Priss) I want a six 'o' orgasm, too! > Linna licked, feeling her crotch moistening afresh with lust. >Priss' hand gripping her hair, her incredibly foul and demeaning >monologue, and the smell and taste of her lubricant all excited her >intensely, Tom: ... not that she had a choice, or anything silly like that... >and she expressed her delight through her tongue, fucking >Priss with it, cleaning her labia, sucking and nibbling at her erect >clit. Priss squirmed beneath her talented tongue, enjoying every >minute. Mike: And WE'RE NOT! > From the floor beside the two, Sylia watched the whole affair. Crow: (as Sylia) I'm missing 'Early Edition' for *this?!* >Between Priss' total domination of Linna and Nene's toying with >Mackie's cock, she was feeling a bit randy herself. Tom: Randy? Who the hell is Randy? >However, her ass and cunt still ached from the incredible fuck Priss had >laid into her, and simply put she was far too exhausted at the moment >to join in the festivities. Instead, she laid back and enjoyed the show. Mike: (singing) Welcome all my friends, to the show that never ends, we're so glad you can attend, come inside, come inside... > Nene slid down Mackie's rod to lick his balls, still taut and >churning with unspent cum. Slurping loudly for effect, Tom: ... in s-s-t-t-e-e-r-r-e-e-o-o! >she ran her tongue from his base across his scrotum and up to the cocktip, >savoring Mackie's aroma. Then, she took the cockhead into her mouth >and began sucking hard, head bobbing swiftly over Mackie's crotch. Crow: Like one o' them toy 'drinking' birds? Cute! >Mackie gasped loudly, and Nene felt the prick throb, the tip swell, >and then her mouth was full with Mackie's spunk, firing into her like >some sort of erotic Super Soaker 2000. Tom: Oops! ANOTHER INTENTIONAL PRODUCT PLACEMENT!? Mike: (laughs) Say! Maybe we're onto something, here! > Nene gulped and swallowed, trying to take every last drop, >feeling the warm salty liquid add to the intense warmth steadily >building in her gut. Mike: Cummie is nummy, but liquor is quicker... Crow: (as Austin Powers) Oh yeah... Yeah, baby! >Mackie's cum is one hell of an aphrodesiac, she thought, feeling her pussy > >dripping, clit throbbing, breasts pulsing with desire. Tom: Upgrade your mammary glands with the power to PULSE! >A trickle of cum dribbled from her lips as she pulled away from Mackie, >swallowing the last of his love shake with a loud gulp. Mike: Vintage *dork* '97... > "Wow!" she husked, "I feel stronger already!" and she wasn't >kidding. She felt ready to fuck forever, to lose herself with Mackie's >cock in her, but now she wanted to try something else. Crow: She wanted to try a little necrophilia! Mike: God, please no... >"Well, facial cream good, vitamin drink excellent... now let's try breast >enhancer." > Nene crawled up onto Mackie's legs and bent over his wang, Tom: (snickers) Everyone *Wang*-chun tonight... Crow: You no mess with Lo Wang! >lowering her breasts to him. The first touch of her nipples on his >fevered flesh sent a surge of emotion through the redhead, threatening >to send her into orgasm without even trying. Mike: Not unlike the way Overstreet wrote the plot... Tom: Hey, it's pure pervert! Get over it already! >Concentrating on the good feelings, she ran her breasts along Mackie's >stomach, tracing circles with her nipples, slowly working them around his >slickened member. > As Mackie's manhood slid into Nene's cleavage, Crow: (as Mr. Rogers) Can you say, 'cleavage'? Sure, knew you could... >she grasped her breasts and brought them together around it. Gasping with >pleasure, she whispered, "It's titty fucking time!" Crow: (as Mr. Rogers) Can you say, 'titty'? Sure, knew you could... >and began humping him with her bosom. Although not as ample as Sylia or >Linna, her gazongas were well ample for the task at hand, Crow: (as Mr. Rogers) Can you say, 'gazongas'? I sure can't... Mike: (laughs) >providing full enclosure in a fleshy sheath around Mackie's member, his >cockhead bobbing in and out beneath Nene's tongue. Mike: Nene took first prize in 'apple bobbing' at the state fair! Tom: Whoop-de-dick... Mike: Tom, buddy, you're being surly again. > Nene squealed with delight, unable to contain herself. Tom: If she spontaneously combusts, I'll write a sixty-page apology to Overstreet! >Sqeezing her breasts together around the stiff tool, she bucked faster >and faster, jacking Mackie and herself simultaneously. The fire in her >tits flowed through her, sending her into the convulsions she desired. Crow: Fire in the breasts, stand clear! >"COMING!" she gasped, lifting up and then slamming Mackie's cock with >her breasts. As she withdrew her breasts from him, Mackie shot up in >the air with another orgasm, and Nene quickly redirected the stream to >shoot all over her hair, face and breasts. Tom: Oh, oh, oh. I just became celibate... Mike: You should make that sixty-page apology into an eighty-page death-threat. >The feel of fresh cum on her titties triggered a second orgasm, and she >squealed as she rubbed the substance all over them. Mike: So, Nene can get off just by pouring 'Elmer's Glue' all over her and rubbing? > Behind her, Nene heard Priss grunting and moaning in a new >orgasmic frenzy, feeding Linna her tuna taco and enjoying every >moment. Tom: If girls are really like this in private, why can't I even get a date? Crow: Well, you're a paraplegic robot trapped aboard a satellite... Tom: ... and Gypsy's already said she wasn't interested, yeah, just rub it in... >Linna's pussy was dripping with unsatisfied desire, her focus >totally on Priss' enjoyment. Smiling, Nene returned to her work; she >had a hunger of her own, but it was for fucking, not more sucking. She >wanted Mackie in her twat, now! Crow: And who says hackers aren't romantic? > "UUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGH!" Priss gasped, orgasms peaking in a tidal >wave of female cum, and she pulled away from Linna at last. "Ooooh >yes, slut, you do that good! But now, you cunt, now it's your turn!" Mike: (singing) To everything, Bots: (singing) Turn, turn, turn... Mike: (singing) ... there is a season, Bots: (singing) Turn, turn, turn... > Moaning and smiling, Linna turned on her hands and knees, >presenting her nether region to Priss and spreading her labia wide. >Priss slapped her tight tush, drawing a squawk of mixed pain and >surprised from Linna. Tom: Why, Priss just pulled her head out of her ass! Thank you! >"You slut! Don't point your ass at me! I don't want to see your filthy >holes!" Shoving Linna down to the carpet, Priss chuckled, "People who point >their holes at other people ought to have them plugged! Isn't that fair?" Mike: (laugh) But, if that were true, Priss would have had her mouth spakled shut *long* ago... > Reaching to the tools beside her, Priss examined the two-headed >dildo, then discarded it; as much as she'd like to use it, without the >straps there was no way of providing leverage for a fuck, not with both >their quims so slick with lubricant. Crow: Oh, no! Lemon's been called on a technicality, let's go... >Instead, she grabbed the ridged vibrator and slid it into Linna's twat, >wringing a screech of passion from her as she came. Mike: Eventually, someone is going to collapse from exhaustion... Bots: Yay! Mike: Unfortunately, it might be one of us. Bots: (sigh) > "There! That's one plugged!" Priss chuckled. Linna squealed >again, raising her butt again in her spasms. Shoving her down again, >Priss growled, Tom: (as Tony the Tiger) They're G-G-G-GREAT!! >"Still haven't learned yet? Better plug the other hole, >then!" Grasping the smooth white vibrator, she ran it once along her >own sopping cunt, lubricating it nicely, and then she slid the tip >into Linna's asshole. Mike: Well, actually, a virgin like Linna would probably experience intense pain upon initial pene- Owie! Nevermind! > Linna's bucking stopped, passion replaced by total surprise on >her face. "AAAAAH! Wha- wha- what are you doIIIIIIIIING!" she >screeched as Priss slowly but firmly slid the phallus into her rectum. Tom: Okay, SHE IS... SHOVING... SOMETHING... UP... YOUR BUTT!!! > "There," Priss said. "Now then, you slut," Priss chuckled, "if >you thought you were cumming hard before, it's time for you to hit >hyperspeed! WARP DRIVE ENGAGED! A-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" she giggled evilly, >switching both vibrators on and turning the intensity up to full >power. Crow: (as Scotty) She cannot take any more porn, sir! The engines will be torn apart! > The vibrators hummed in Linna, sending her sensitive inner >parts into rapture, and instantly she went into a frenzy. "OH YES! MY >GOD, SO GOOOD!" she screamed. "GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM AGAIN! OH BUDDHA, >SO GOOD!!" Mike: I get the impression that Linna is enjoying this... Tom: Really? But... it's so hard to tell! Crow: Now you're *both* being snide... >The fire in her loins flowed in waves over her as orgasm >after orgasm took her. Behind her, Priss chuckled at the sight, >fingering her twat as she watched Linna squirm, ass in midair, nipples >rubbing on the carpet. Tom: Boy, she does a *great* vacuum cleaner impression! > Nene gently humped Mackie's prick on the bed beside them, >enjoying the show as well. "Oooh, yes, Mackie," she said quietly, >"that looks like so much fun. Crow: Golly! Fun for the whole family! >I'll bet Linna is gonna dry herself out that way!" As she felt Mackie's >prod begin to pulse inside her, she said, "Ooh, another drink >for me? Good boy! Let me just get off-" and she arose, Mackie's staff >sliding out of her cleft. Mike: C cleft or G cleft? LET'S ALL GET ON THE SAME PAGE, PEOPLE! Tom: I would, but I lost my tempo! Are we in four/four time? Mike: Yes, and in natural key. From the top, a-one, a-two... > Mackie's hands flashed up to Nene's thighs, grabbing hold >before she could disengage, and with a thrust he imbedded himself in >her, fucking her like a crazed animal. Nene squirmed in panic, trying >to pull away, even as her body responded with the pounding. Crow: Quick, put 'em on 'hold'! >"No! Wait!" she squeaked, breasts bouncing like eager puppies as she >wrestled with Mackie's iron grip on her thighs. "Not like this! Not >yet! I want you in my mouth, not-" Suddenly, she felt her inner >recesses sprayed with Mackie's seed. Mike: Sesame, sunflower, or pumpkin? > The sensation silenced her for one second, and then, the >Mother of All Orgasms (to her) struck. Tom: (as Apu) Thank you, come again! >"GAAAH!" she screamed, falling forward, Mackie still buried in her. >"OOOH SHIT!" Mackie kept pounding into her, driving deeper and deeper, >stretching her wider and wider, driving her absolutely nuts. "NO MORE! >Let go of MEEEEEEEEEE!" she squealed, as the Mother of the Mother of All >Orgasms speared her, Tom: (as Apu) Thank you, come again! >and then the Great-Grandma of All Orgasms paid a visit as well. Tom: (as Apu) Thank you, come again! Mike and Crow: (laugh) >"I can't, I can't- ohhhhhh, shiiiiit!" she gasped, as she felt the thunder >rise in her as never before... Mike: (singing) Thunder on the mountain... >...and then the Patron Mother Goddess Metaphor of All Orgasms >arose over her worshipper Nene and blessed her with the most >mind-shattering come she had ever experienced. Crow: I'll feel the same way when we get to *leave*... Tom: (as Apu) Thank you, come again! >As Nene collapsed sweating and twitching atop Mackie, the Goddess >paused to grant Linna a similar boon, Tom: (as Apu) Thank you, come again! >and just for laughs she granted the finger-fucking Priss a lesser, but >intense, orgasm of her own, before dissappearing into the collective >mindset of Deranged Lemon Writers. Tom: (as Apu) Thank you for coming! I'll seen you in *hell*! Mike: Ladies and gentlemen, the 'Apu' sketch! Thank you! > Sylia watched bemused, unaware of the mass hallucination which >passed before her, as the three girls came one after the other and fell. Tom: Like dominoes, only *dumber*... Mike: Hey, hey, let's not belittle the BGC universe, Tom! Tom: Look, Mike, Sylia has a lab full of high tech crap, she's got more degrees than she can count, she even has experience with the sex-crazy thing that Mackie's got, and what does she do? SHE GETS HER FRIENDS TOGETHER AND THEY ALL BOFF HIM!! Mike: Well put. >Crawling over to Linna, she turned off the vibrators and removed >them, licking the cum off the larger one as she did. Finally, she >whispered, "All right, ladies... now for the main event! Priss, >Sweetling, it's your turn." Crow: (as Sylia) You're gonna bear Mackie's child just like the *rest* of us! > Priss' eyes opened, and her eyes glanced at the massive cock >sliding out of Nene's crotch. Then, her eyes glanced up to its owner. > Her nipples visibly softened and shrank. Mike: Uh oh! She's powering down all systems! Bots: RED ALERT! > "I can't do it," she whispered. Tom: Good, The End. Mike: (picks up Tom) You wish, Servo... [End Part 4, Roll Part 5]