Lust Versus Love part 2/?
Rating: 
NC-17
Pairing: Scully/Other, 
Mulder/Scully UST, F/F sex
Summary: 
Sometimes the body and soul 
are two very separate things; 
this story is about ecstasy
for one, creating torment for the other
Archive: just tell me

She moved her left hand to Karley's stomach, starting a
counter-clockwise massage, while she maneuvered her right
to the apex of her thighs, to the folds barely covered by
the scrap of sexy blue material.She was soaking straight
through, and Scully's hand was almost instantly covered
with sexual fluid. Symmetrically, it sent a new flood
of wetness to her own genitalia.

The pressure was becoming unbearable. As much as she
wanted to perform analingus on this woman while
penetrating her vaginal folds with her fingers,
that same want was putting so much pressure at
the apex of her thighs that she thought she might
explode or pass out if she didn't get relief.

Karley put on a mini-show before. It was no longer put-on, at all.
She was moaning constantly, head thrown back, while rotating her
slightly-curved hips and grinding her pert ass into the
constantly lapping tongue. For just a moment, Scully
switched position, and started grinding her perfect Roman nose
into the young woman's still thong-covered ass crack.

"Oh God! Ohmygod! Oh!"

Scully ground out, "enough."

Karley leaned forward, going to her own knees, landing on the settee
while still gyrating her ass, looking for fulfillment. Her tongue
was lapping at her own lips, as a pantomime of what she wanted
Scully doing to her anus and labia. That same bottom was now
covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She looked oiled. Gorgeous.

Scully was seeing stars but feeling no relief between her legs, as 
she moved over to Karley. She reached out, taking a firm butt cheek 
in her hand, and started pulling and rubbing as much as she could on 
the plump flesh. She reached between Karley's legs with her other 
hand, moving the thin strand of silk aside, as she covered her hand 
in the girl's copious discharge.

With her previously occupied right hand, she then reached into the 
thong-covered ass crack, pulling up on the material 
(this created another jolt of ecstasy in Karley) none-too-gently 
and, with her slippery left hand, started running her fingers 
up and down the now-uncovered line of the girl's crack. Top to 
bottom, bottom to top she saturated Karley's crack like it was 
a separate sex organ. A deep, thorough massage.

Finally, she inserted one, then two, fingers into the girl's 
now-dripping anus.

"No!"

Tight fit. She'd obviously, even heavily lubricated, 
never been penetrated in her ass before.

"Ohhh!"

As she tried rejecting the intruders, pain and tension turned 
to pleasure, and her anal muscle started grinding and gripping 
Scully's fingers. Scully curled and shook the fingers, creating 
a response that left Karley arching her back and lifting her ass 
as high as she coould get it, mouth agape, a line of saliva running 
down her jaw.

Magic fingers. She reached between the woman's legs with her right 
hand, culling more fluid, this time bringing it to her own mouth as 
she started to withdraw the digits from the anal ring. The vaginal 
liquid tasted more exotic (*buttery sweet*) than she would have 
suspected from this little slut/nerd.

Karley wanted more, but Scully had her own needs.
She pushed up off her knees, but not before one more kiss 
and lick of one cheek, lusting for the girl'snow-soaked, 
in and out, ass.

Reciprocation was in order. She started to disrobe. No games or 
mental-music with a blue light. She just stripped, with Karley 
panting and still (still!) pushing her ass in the air, looking 
for a hand, a tongue, hell, that gorgeous nose...

Scully was now stripped to nothing but her black lace bra and thong.

And her cross. Damn. She couldn't -- wouldn't -- think about that. 
Or Mulder. She needed to stay in the moment. Look for haptic input, 
as much as possible.

The crotch of her thong panties was so soaked that her thighs 
were starting to glisten. She was dripping. Feeling this, seeing 
this, might have embarrassed her, in other circumstances. Right now, 
she was becoming turned-on by herself. She was gorgeous and sexual. 
She knew it, and she was now distracted by her own image in 
the hall mirror. *Sexy as hell, Dana. Why have you been hiding
from this?*

This girl was hers. Anything she wanted. She swayed for a second 
with the knowledge. 69? Perfect fit, but not yet.

And as she was again self-analyzing, obsessing, Karley took 
initiative -- just as she had in the locker room, to even 
get them here. *Who was in control?*

She'd moved from her submissive position, and was now pulling 
Scully in for a kiss. And she *could* kiss, without a doubt. First 
sucking on Scully's plump upper limp, she then plunging her tongue 
up to the hilt, then swirling as Scully let her control the kiss.

Their crotches again made tentative contact, and then started 
grinding in a maddening rhythm -- a wet, dry hump like a cold sweat. 
Scully started humming through the kiss, as the dizziness increased. 
Karley's hands were running up and down her hips, measuring her frame. 
Meanwhile, Scully again made a play on her ass, pulling the thong
aside to trace, then penetrate, the lubed anus she'd already devoted 
so much attention to. So much to come.

Suddenly the kiss was broken, as Karley drunkenly slurred "You like 
my ass, huh? You know, I bought this thong with you on my mind. 
Since we met, this has been...ummmm, yeah...been all I could think 
about. How you'd taste, smell, feel when fucked. I've...oh, yesss.
I've never even kissed a woman before tonight."

The whole time Scully had been moving a finger in and out of 
that ass, while their lubricated nether regions humped
away at a futile angle. The girl could really multitask.

And the admission had been a huge turn-on. So, she attracted 
straight girls. She'd suspected as much by some of the looks 
she'd gotten over the years, particularly from the 
secretarial pool; women with wedding rings,
for God's sake. Looks that had soaked her panties just 
from the implications.

They needed to finish this round. Karley was making a dive 
for her breasts, but she pulled back, giving her ass a squeeze 
and pinch as she removed her finger from the dripping anus.

"Sit. Now, spread your legs."

Karley obeyed, and as Scully kneeled she first removed her own, 
then Karley's, thong, rubbing Karley's ass and thighs as she did.

The girl had no pubic hair, and there was a milky film that 
spread to her anus, her vaginal lips looked like they were 
gasping for breath. Scully felt almost unkempt in the contrast, 
she hadn't shaved in weeks, but Karley was staring at her crotch 
in the way Scully imagined she had first looked at Karley's ass 
in that thong. It looked like a microbe could make her climax.

Scully leaned in and kissed her. Nipped her, and then inserted her
tongue. Karley was not passive, and the kiss became very intense
from her side. She was controlling it again. She was making it as
loving as it was sexual; she was turning the sexual feelings into
an expression of love. Scully was not comfortable with this, but
she was in such need for sexual contact that she couldn't pull
away, no matter the disturbing signals of possession that were
now coming from Karley.

Karley's right hand pulled at her bra, revealing a shockingly erect
nipple. She palmed the full breast, then rolled and squeezed the
nipple, increasing the intensity each time.

"Mmmm." So intense!

Scully pulled back with a wet *pop*. She now had their crotches
aligned for tribadism, better known as scissoring. Not since...

Karley was staring at her exposed breast. Her weird looking,
Scully had always thought, breast. The nipple was much too
big, almost like an udder she thought derisively.

But when Karley spoke, she said "Dana, your breasts are
amazing."

She blushed. After all that they'd done already, a compliment
made her blush. Oh brother. "The nipples mess them up."

"No. No they don't. They're womanly. So sexual because
of it. No man could ever have nipples like that. The same
way no man could ever have your hourglass hips or
that beautiful heart-shaped ass."

Scully looked down, whispered "thank you."

Karley cupped her cheek. "Don't keep thanking me for
telling you the truth."

Another kiss. Equally sexual and loving. This time Scully
put in as much as Karley. Dangerous but so, so hot. The
emotion adding to the sex acts.

Scully pulled away, dazed. Then kissed her jaw, sucked
her earlobe and started rubbing her crotch in earnest.
They were both covered in so much bodily fluid it was
almost an x-file.

Scully popped *the* question. "Ready to come?"

Karley nodded.

"Lean back and follow my lead."

No hesitance, Scully violently slammed and ground her
wet, hair-covered vagina into Karley's shaved, soaked
pussy.

They both gasped and moaned. Up and down, up and down,
up and down...the friction was amazing, as was the sound
of wet flesh hitting wet flesh.

Scully's clit was painfully erect, almost a cock at this point.
The feel of her pubic hair making contact with oily, hairless
skin and a labia was driving her wild.

It all was.

Their clits kept ramming, oh so good...

The female cum intermingled was now all over her thighs,
dripping into the crack of her ass. This act was almost
like intercourse, fluids combining.

So closesoclosesoclose!!!

Then a hand wrapped around one of hers. The fingers
lovingly grasped and squeezed.

Intimate. This gesture...pushed her over the edge.

She screamed out a name as she came, violently.

xxx

Scully came to (she'd passed *out*?!?) to find that they
were still scissored, with Karley desperately pushing her
hips into Scully's still convulsing vagina.

*slap slap slap*

"Danadanadanadana"

Though lethargic, Scully found that her libido was still
in overdrive. Her womb felt topsy-turvy, and her
pussy -- labia, clit -- so swollen, in need of more
relief.

Mary Mother, she'd just had one of the biggest orgasms
of her life, and she immediately wanted *more*.

This time, she reached for Karley's hands, caressing them,
then pushed into her with as much force as she could muster,
grinding her hair-covered lips into Karley's crotch over
and over on a clockwise revolution.

"Oh, Dana!"

Karley's crotch made contact with such force Scully knew
there would be pubic bruising. The tingles it sent throughout
her body wouldn't let her care too much.

Karley came, and as she did a new discharge was felt.

She was squirting. Not urine, but cum. Female ejaculate.

"UH! UH! UH! OHHHDAMNOHDANAOHDANAOHDANA!!!"

Scully was now being pounded. No man had ever entered her,
had intercourse with her, with such passion.

Such violent, ecstatic contact. Pure ecstasy.

"Ohhhh..."

Karley was twitching, still pushing, and Scully was meeting 
(and meating) her, thrust for slippery thrust.

Then, Karley stopped.

There was ejaculate now on Scully's stomach, and her vaginal
walls wouldn't stop vibrating. She needed to come.

She disentengled their limbs, and stood, shakily. 
Over Karley.

The girl's eyes were slits, her body flushed, as Scully
moved toward her. She moved above her head.

And started to squat.

Continued