TITLE: Everything Happened Today AUTHOR: Lizzi Wareham RATING: NC-17 ARCHIVE: Anywhere, but please get permission first SPOILERS: None that I can think of CATEGORY: MRS, Humor KEYWORDS: Pure smut biscuit, need I say more? DISCLAIMER: The characters all belong to Chris Carter, Fox, 1013 Productions, yada yada yada, and what a damn shame that is! SUMMARY: Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong! FEEDBACK: Yes please, and lots of it :) WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/xfreak82517/index.html AUTHOR'S: NOTE: This fic was in response to the True Blue Challenge - August 2001. Seven things I needed to include were: - A shelf that falls down - Sex on a beach - A "Looney Toons(c)" coffee mug - An unexpected phone call - A porn magazine entitled "Do me with it BIG BOY" that DOESN'T belong to Mulder - A character named "Jamie" - Black Ribbon And thanks to Sloan who kept me chained to the keyboard until I finished! Thanks to SG and Sloan again for beta-reading! Thanks guys! Luv ya! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Great! And here I was thinking this morning couldn't get any worse. First of all my alarm clock didn't work so I was an hour late for work by the time I was dressed and ready. Then I got stuck in a huge traffic jam, which used up the last of my gas, a full half an hour from work. Thankfully, some kind guy gave me a hand and helped me push the car to the side of the road. I tried to call Mulder but his phone was off because he was in the review meeting with Skinner and a load of other top FBI men, a meeting that I should have been at, I might add. So I got the bus into DC. I should have taken a cab! All the seats were taken on the bus except for one. I know now from hindsight why that was. I took the seat. On one side there was an old guy that was suffering from a severe case of flatulence and on the other a fast food worker by the name of Jamie. She looked no older than 15. She'd obviously had a good time last night, she was still stoned on whatever she took and as drunk as a skunk. On several occasions I had to fight the nauseous feeling the smell was causing. I only hope that she's going home and not to work! The drink and drugs combined with the jerky movements of the bus were obviously having an effect on her too. Three stops before mine, we went around a corner and ended up driving over a road they were paving. Everyone was jostled in their seats which did it for the girl next to me. She threw up - all down the front of my blouse. I reached for a tissue in my bag to try and clear up some of the mess. In the meantime the girl passed out. She was still breathing and not in a position to hurt herself so I left her as she was. I was too pissed off at the time to help anymore than that. Of course once I'd cleaned myself up I found my stop was two blocks back. So I ended up leaping off the bus, briefcase in hand, and onto the sidewalk. Don't ask me how I managed it, but I landed funny on the pavement, broke the heel of my shoe and my briefcase spilled open. A gust of wind picked up the papers and deposited them across the sidewalk. One young mother with her infant in a stroller stopped to help me while the rest of the *people* around me just trod on the fluttering pieces of paper. Well, there went my report! I stuffed the soggy papers into my briefcase as quickly as I could. I hobbled down the road, and gave up after half a block. I took off the other shoe and carried them in my hands as I walked barefoot back to the FBI building. I stood at the crossing just down from the headquarters waiting for the little white man to appear on the walk sign. A large truck decided to come zooming around the corner and drove into a large puddle that had accumulated on the roadway. The water sprayed up in a tidal wave and covered me from waist down. "Fuck it!" I screamed as loud as I could. I hadn't realized there was anyone standing with me until I heard a little voice beside me repeating what I had just yelled. The voice belonged to a three-year-old boy. His mother was now yelling at him for repeating what I said, and at me for swearing so loud in public with little ears around. Thankfully, the mother and her son walked off in the opposite direction. I was grateful. If she had kept on anymore I might just have turned out and thumped the living hell out of her. The little white man on the crosswalk sign finally appeared and I, along with several other hundred people began crossing the road. I felt like a tiny little child amongst giants. I was bumped into, shoved out of the way, and at one point one someone stepped on my pinky toe. I hobbled the rest of the way to the building and my office. I can only thank God that the elevator was empty and that the back entrance was quiet. The way I looked, I could probably have gotten myself arrested for impersonating a Federal Agent! The meeting with Skinner and the review board was obviously still going on, as the office was empty and there were no traces that Mulder had been here; no pencils in the ceiling, no sunflower seed shells left on the desk. I put a pot of coffee on and hunted out the only cup that seems to be clean around here - Mulder's Looney Toons mug! Will he ever grow up? Heading to 'my corner', as Mulder likes to call it, I rooted through my belongings hunting for anything and everything that I could change into and make myself look more presentable. If I hurried I could still make the meeting and gain myself some credibility. I found a pair of old athletics shoes, so at least I wouldn't have to walk around with nothing on my feet. My skirt was soaked but there was nothing I could do about that. I looked for the spare shirt I knew I kept at work - it was missing. Going on a hunch, I went to search Mulder's desk drawers. There, in his bottom drawer was my nice, white blouse. Thank God for that. At least I would look semi-decent. It was screwed into a tight ball, and I knew there would be creases, but it was clean, and at that moment that was all that mattered. I shook it out - shouldn't have done that! Holding it by the shoulders, I flapped it twice in the air to straighten it. I was horrified by what I saw. It seemed my partner had seen fit to use my shirt as an ink blotter. Several large ink splotches covered the front and back. And it was obvious he'd used it on more that one occasion as it was covered with both black and blue ink. When I got my hands on Mulder my shirt wouldn't be the only thing that was black and blue! I quickly slipped my jacket and vomit-covered shirt from my body, and whipped on the inky one. At least it smelled nice. I bent down to tie up my athletic shoes. As I pulled the laces on the left shoe tight it snapped. I found a black ribbon in Mulder's top drawer and used it as a substitute lace. I don't want to even think why or how Mulder came to have a black hair ribbon in his drawer. Some things are best left in the dark. The coffee in the corner was boiling, so I made a move to take it off the heating plate. I was heading back to collect the coffee mug when I heard a creak. Before I could act the wooden shelf housing Mulder's books broke in half sending its contents flying. The Encyclopedia of Paranormal and Extra- Terrestrial Activity (didn't know there was such a book) flew through the air and hit the Looney Toon mug causing it to fall to the floor. The faces of Bugs Bunny and Co. were shattered into hundreds of pieces. There went my coffee! I gathered my briefcase deciding that maybe I better leave before anything else fell apart and headed to the elevator. I wasn't so lucky this time. The elevator was three-quarters full, and everyone's eyes were on me. * * * Several members of the review board sat with clipboards and large files containing notes and reports. They were becoming agitated and somewhat pissed off that Scully had still not arrived two and a half hours into the meeting. "Agent Mulder?" Skinner asked, looking at his watch for the eighth time in the last hour. "Do you have any idea at all where Agent Scully is or could be?" "I'm afraid not sir." "Okay. We can't wait any longer. I have other business to attend to, as I'm sure the rest of you do. This meeting is adjourned." Skinner turned to face Mulder. "Would you please tell Agent Scully when she arrives that..." The door flew open and Scully stepped forth. All eyes in the room focused on her. Her once white athletic shoes were now gray with age; one with a white lace and one with a black ribbon. A soaked skirt and ink-covered blouse did little to impress those staring, and the overwhelming smell of vomit and drink only allowed people to jump to the wrong conclusions. "Agent Scully!" Skinner bellowed. "This is unacceptable behavior for a Federal Agent! I don't want to hear any excuses you have to offer. This board of very busy people has gathered together and you have kept them waiting for over two hours. You are officially dismissed, without pay, until Monday!" "But..." Scully began to protest. "Please wait outside agent. I will talk to you after we are finished." Scully turned and left. * * * I unlocked my apartment door and entered, slamming it shut behind me. If the neighbors didn't like it - tough! I really couldn't give a shit right now. "Fuck my car! Fuck the FBI! Fuck my life! FUCK IT ALL!" I screamed, as I headed to the bedroom and dropped the box of personal things from work in the far corner. After the meeting with Skinner, I went back to the office to collect my belongings as I had been told to do. I didn't speak a word to Mulder, too wrapped up in my boiling rage to even notice him there. I was swearing under my breath, still steaming from the injustice I had just been served. I just needed to curl up in bed with a good book and get some rest. Okay, that's not technically true. The good book I have I mind isn't a book, but a magazine, and reading it isn't going to relax me, but hopefully release all this damn tension. I feel like the string on a violin pulled so tight that any movement would result in my snapping. I draw the curtains, shutting out the world and any prying eyes. I don't know why I do that, but I always have. I like my privacy I guess. As I walked to the bathroom, I began shedding my clothes, placing them in the hamper in the corner of the room. Naked, I head back to my bed. I allowed the heavy comforter to fall over me as I climbed under the duvet. I switched on the nightstand light. I leaned over the side of the bed; I rooted through the bottom drawer to find my latest copy of "Do me with it BIG BOY". I was slightly amused at this month's feature article: "Top 20 Vegetables to bring yourself off with!" I wasn't in the mood for raiding the fridge and putting their theories to the test, so I flicked straight to the back to the professional section. I was in luck; the four-monthly cycle had landed this month's issue with the Police Force. I flipped myself so I was lying flat on my stomach. It felt good to have my breasts pushed flat into the rough covers. Just a little movement and my nipples would be rubbed deliriously. I ground myself into the bedcovers wanting this little self-fucking session to last as long as possible. The faces of the police officers were addictive. My eyes were glued to their naked forms spread out in the mock jail cell. One uniformed, or should that be un-uniformed officer, was standing at the back of the cell, his hands in handcuffs and hanging from a hook on the cell wall. I ground into the bed, spreading my legs, more friction hitting my sensitive areas. My actions were speeding up and I knew if I didn't calm myself soon it would all be over. I didn't want that. With some effort, I lifted my pelvis from the bed and felt a trickle of wetness run down my thigh. Jesus, I was wet already! God, what a man in uniform could do to me! The men before me wore expression that cried "fuck me hard and fuck me good." I closed my eyes trying to forget their faces and their requests. I turned the page, my eyes still closed. They should have remained that way. But no, I opened them to be met by the naked body of a man tied to a table by his wrists and ankles. His large cock stood at attention. I was mesmerized but was shocked still the next moment when I caught a glimpse of the man's face. He was practically Mulder's identical twin. Apart from a slightly different shape in the eyes and the cheekbones this guy could have been Mulder. I felt my tunnel contract several times and then gush after gush as hot fluid leaked from within me. There was no way this was going to last! Before you could say 'do me with it big boy' I was flat on my back, my hand between my legs, rubbing as hard as I could. My other hand remained above my naval to play with my nipples. I was so tender everywhere that it hurt to touch myself, but in a good way. He pain was bringing about some overwhelming pleasure that made the pain disappear and I just couldn't stop. My eyes fluttered shut, and my hand was no longer my own. It had a mind of it's own. "Mmmm," I moaned out load. "Sooo good." My hands were coated in my hot juices as I released yet another wave of sticky heat. Two fingers slipped deep into my canal and pumped for a few short moments but it was obvious that wasn't going to work. Another slipped in as my left hand continued to pinch and pull at my nipples. "Arr Mulder!" I screamed. "Yessss!" My fingers pushed at my opening as hard as they could, but it wasn't doing it for me. Yes, I was writhing, yes, I was humming, but I wasn't coming. My left hand traveled from my breasts to my opening. With my left, I pulled my lips further apart, allowing my right hand full access, and I pushed so my knuckles were now bashing against my clit and pubic bone. Yellow dots flashed before my closed eyelids, just as I felt myself tighten in pre-orgasmic fashion. "Ohhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Arrrrrrr fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkk!!!!!! Mulderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" I screamed. My hips bucked wildly off the bed, as my insides squeezed tightly around my fingers, milking them for all they were worth. I felt the slickness inside me leak out in torrents around my fingers and hands, dripping to the bed beneath me. My fingers slipped away as my orgasm hit with full force. The powerful contractions in my womb had subsided and my insides continued to flutter with delight. My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed to the bed like a fully cooked noodle. My butt landed square in the wet patch I had created for myself, but I was on too much of a high to care about it. I melted into the soft cushioning of my bed and slept. I woke up later that evening. I had been out cold for three hours. That was one mighty orgasm. I definitely shouldn't have gone straight to sleep - I'm sticky all over. Mind you, I'm not sure my legs could have carried me to the shower or not. They can now and I really need to get clean. I rise from the bed and the blood suddenly rushes to my feet. They go a little tingly. I think I worked myself a little hard earlier, I can feel the insides of my vagina throbbing from my forceful ministrations. As a result I have to hobble to the shower and a bath is out of the question. I turn on the water, allowing only a smidgen of cold to mix with the hot. The water is scalding but not so much that I can't stand it. My skin will be red by the time I'm finished. I know that. Everything is still tender, and I take my time, letting the water relax my muscles and take away some of my aches and pains. My body gets a full body scrub - head to toe and everywhere in between. I emerged half an hour later, red and wrinkly. I wrap myself in my robe, and make a start on changing my bed. I ripped the soiled sheets from the bed, along with the comforter and blankets. Everything went in the hamper. I would wash them tomorrow. I was too tired and worn out to do anything about them now. The fresh set of bed linen that lived in the closet came out and replaced the material I had just discarded. With my bed made I headed to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. Damn it, grocery shopping was tomorrow. Oh well, I'd just have to put up with whatever I could find. Thankfully, there was a small packet of Rice Krispies floating around from when my nephews came to stay. I went back to the living room, foregoing a bowl and decided to eat straight from the packet with my fingers. I had just settled when I received an unexpected phone call. I grabbed the phone and the few Rice Krispies that were attached to my hand were crushed. "Scully here," I answered. "Hey, it's only me. I need you to come to Stollnaus Beach. The directions should have been faxed through by now." "Mulder! Don't you ever stop working?" I asked. "You do know that the working day is only 8 till 5, right?" "Yeah. I just need you to come down here ASAP. It's really important Scully." "Sure, fine, whatever. I'm coming. I'll be there shortly." "Thanks Scully." I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply and banged the handset down. Why did he have this affect on me? He asked me to jump and I ask how high? Always, it was always the same. Why can't it be different for a change? I checked my fax and sure enough there was a little diagram with Mulder scribble on the page. Must have come when I did! Rushing in to my bedroom, for no reason, other than needing to get to Mulder quickly, I threw on the first things I came to, a baggy t-shirt and long skirt. I really couldn't be bothered to get dressed up. After all, he's probably pulling me away from my cozy apartment to look at some dead body that's been washed up on shore. The roads are quiet and I arrive at the specified location quicker than I had estimated. From the car park all I could see were six lights in a hexagonal shape on the beach below me, and I could make out Mulder's silhouette. A sudden burst of arousal went spiking through me. I tamed the feelings before venturing down the short footpath. I was glad I chose to wear my flat shoes rather than high-heels. As I got closer to Mulder and my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see Mulder's back; he was obviously looking out over the sea. The lights that I had seen turned out to be six giant lanterns. The flames burned long and bright, casting enough light over the blanket that you could see, but not too bright that unwanted attention would be drawn to us. A blanket covered the sand in between the lanterns. I could see a picnic hamper in the corner and there was soft music playing somewhere. Searching further, I discovered a battery-operated CD player reciting some gentle piece by some great composer. If Mulder knew I was there he gave no sign and continued to look out at the horizon. I pulled my jacket tight around me and sat down on the edge of blanket. This amount of silence from Mulder was worrying, but I sat still waiting for him to talk, waiting for him to explain. This obviously had nothing to do with a case. "Do you want sex on the beach Scully?" I choked on my own air. Did he just ask me what I thought he'd asked me? Okay, so only a few hours ago I was having one of the best orgasms of my life and screaming Mulder's name. But this was real, not a fantasy. After getting no reply from me, Mulder must have turned to me because there was now a hand being waved up and down in front of my face, trying to attract my attention. "The drink Scully, 'sex on the beach', as in the drink. You know? Vodka, peach Schnapps, orange and grapefruit, or several other combinations." "Oh, I see. Sure." Mulder handed me the glass, and without thinking I downed it. I was nervous, for no reason, and thought a little alcohol might dull my senses a little. I was feeling it starting to work already, my muscles growing warm and relaxed. I stretched out on my back, and gazed at the stars above me. "So Mulder," I started. "What's this all..." Before I had chance to finished my question, Mulder's lips were crushing mine. My body froze at his touch. Why? I don't know. This was what I had dreamed. I got myself off by fooling myself into thinking it was Mulder's hand between my legs and not my own, and now here we were making out on the beach like some teenagers on prom night. When the need for air arose, Mulder pulled back from me. We were both panting for breath. I can't believe that just happened. "I'm sorry Scully," he whispered. "It's the drink. It's getting to me. I shouldn't have done that." I was shocked silent. He didn't mean to do that? Oh Christ! Had I just totally made an ass of myself? I wanted that to happen. I thought he did. But now he doesn't? I can't take this! Hasn't my day gone badly enough yet? I feel water springing to my eyes and I know that I'm going to cry. I try and turn away before Mulder can see. It didn't work. "I'm sorry Scully. I didn't mean for that to happen. I shouldn't have started to kiss..." "You shouldn't have stopped," I replied, my response barely audible above the waves at sea. Mulder was stunned into silence. Well, my day couldn't get any worse now, could it? I no uncertain terms I had just told my partner that I loved him! Great! Nice work Agent Scully! Congratulations on your tactical approach. You've really... I had no time to finish this time. I was flat on my back with my wrists pinned over my head by two large hands and a giant figure looming over me. "Do you mean it? Because if you don't, and you don't want to have sex on the beach, then say so, because the moment I kiss you, I won't be able to stop." I arched up and gently kissed him on the lips instead. I pulled away smiling and he got the message. He dipped his head, his tongue darting out to run across my lips. He was teasing me, and he knew it. I tried to lean forward and make our contact more, but he would just pull away, a sly smile gracing his lips. I whimpered and let my head fall backwards. I was rewarded for my patience. His full pouty lips found mine again, and danced dizzily across them. The sensuous presence of him on my mouth forced my lips apart and his tongue entered before I had time to draw breath. Thankfully I had mastered the art of breathing through my nose and didn't have to part from his sweet lips. I felt his tongue invade my mouth, running along my gums, then my teeth and finally across the roof of my mouth. My own tongue sprang to life then, teasing and dueling with his, first in my mouth and then in his. I was delirious. While our mouths were occupied, my hands had slipped from his grasp and were busy working off the buttons to his shirt. It was obviously a well-worn shirt for the buttons slipped through with only a little encouragement. I was glad. If I didn't feel some Mulder skin soon I would die. Mulder's hands were busy too. I could feel the fingers of one hand walking their way down my leg and to the hem of my skirt. I shivered when his hand spread out and grasped my leg. He massaged my calf before sliding his hand further up my leg, taking my skirt with it. He tickled my knee caps on his journey to my... Oh my God! He's heading up, further, and I'm wearing big panties! Oh my God! I knew I should have worn the thong! Oh Christ, I can't believe this day. Even making love to Mulder can't be serious. Oh hell, maybe he won't notice? Who am I kidding? He reached the fabric of my panties and I froze. Oh God! I felt Mulder smile against my mouth and his hand came out from my skirt. He placed his hands beside my head, and levered himself up so he could look at me. His shirt flapped open and I marveled at his finely toned chest and hardened nipples. He quickly got my attention back to his eyes when he purred, "Planning to scare me away with your choice of underwear, were you?" A cocky smile still played on his lips. "I didn't know why I was coming here. It was just the first thing I grabbed." I watched as he contemplated my answer. "Did it work?" "No on your life!" With that, he reached up under my skirt again and skillfully removed the offending garment. "Much better," he whispered into my ear as he licked it. Another shiver ran through my body. My nerves were on fire. "But you're still wearing too much." Straddling me, but taking most of his weight on his feet, he began to unbutton my shirt, button by button, until they were all unfastened. As if he were revealing the most sacred gift ever he pulled back one side and then the other. "Beautiful," he noted, before lavishing my upper chest and neck with butterfly kisses. My chest rose to meet him so that my bra-clad breasts would brush against his bare torso. He had nimbler fingers that I imagined for someone so tall. In the time it took me to raise my breasts and rub myself again him, he had reached behind and unfastened my bra with such precision. He pushed my body to the ground with his. I gave in. Pulling away from me allowed him the opportunity to grab the straps of my bra and pulled them over my arms and off. My nipples instantly hardened at the feel if the cool sea breeze. Mulder's mouth latched onto one breast and began sucking hungrily like a baby. I couldn't resist the urge to reach up and stroke his hair as he did so. I could feel my liquid heat pooling between my legs. My tunnel was throbbing in time with Mulder's suckling on my breasts. I moaned out load at the sensation. It was the first time I had done so since I got there. "I'll make a screamer out of you yet," he smiled wickedly. "I bet you will," I retorted. And he did. He bit down hard on my taut nipple. "Arr!" I whimpered. He went to the other nipple, sucking then biting, sucking then biting again. The pain was mixing with the pleasure and causing excitement beyond belief. I don't remember my skirt being removed, but the next thing I felt was Mulder's mouth pressing kisses all the way down my body, from neck to navel. He stopped there dipping his tongue in my bellybutton. My clit was hard and swollen and begging for his attention. He was so close, but refused to go any lower than where he was, even when I started bucking my hips at him. "Tut tut tut!" he jokingly chastised as he placed a hand hard on me, the heel landing on my pubic bone and his fingers tickling my stomach and bellybutton. "Patience is a virtue." "I have no virtues and I have no patience," I replied, bucking with all my strength. The heel of his hand ground against my bone. It was heaven. But my little performance did little to win him over. He refused to touch me there, and he had silently told me that I wasn't allowed to touch myself there either. I bucked wildly in the air trying to hit something, anything. But all I found was nothing. Mulder moved away from me and reached for something by the hamper - the drink. "Let's have sex on the beach, with 'sex on the beach'," he smiled. His hands were under my knees and he brought them so my feet were next to my hips with my sex totally exposed to him. The cool air brushed the accumulating wetness there and it felt delicious. Mulder shifted me a little and he was obviously satisfied because next thing I knew he was pouring the drink onto my dripping sex. "Um," he murmured. "Scully and sex on the beach. What an intoxicating combination!" Then like lighting his mouth went to my swollen lips and he began tonguing me, lapping up my hot juices mixed with the fruity alcohol of the drink, just like a cat. I'd died and gone to heaven. I just knew that I had. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled against my wet pussy. "Scrumptious. Here, taste, 'sex on the beach' a la Scully," he announced, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste myself, even mixed with the beverage. Mulder's tongue dove into my mouth, spreading my own juices as far as he could. My body was on fire. I had to do something about this soon or I was going to explode from anticipation alone. I opened my mouth hoping to devour Mulder as I worked the button and zipper on his pants. I managed to undo both and was struggling to pull them down his legs. I was at a disadvantage where I lay. Thankfully, he gave me a helping hand and lifted his hips. I pulled the pants as well as his boxers as far as his knees and then used my feet to pull them off completely. When did I take my shoes off? "Oh Christ!" I yelled, as Mulder's hot throbbing cock rubbed against my upper thigh. "Oh God yes! I bucked hard then, dislodging Mulder, and his shaft fell between my legs, stroking my clit. "Arrrrrrr! Fuck yessssssssss!!" I cried as I came there and then. A sudden gush of wetness flowed out of me coating his cock in my wet juices. "Aaaaaarrrrrrrr Sculleeeeeeee!" He was obviously having as good a time as I was. "Shit!" I knew what that was for. He was going to come, and if I didn't take action, it would be over, WAY before it should! I reached between us, and clamped the bottom of his throbbing shaft. Using a little doctor's trick I managed to tame him a little, long enough so that we could finish what we started properly. "Do it Mulder," I panted. "Make love to me, please." Begging worked. I felt his cock brush my clit once more before I experienced a feeling of fullness at my opening. The pressure was immense, but wonderful. Mulder surged forward, pushing his engorged organ into the hilt. "Arr," I screamed, not having enough time to adjust to his over-average length and width. Hearing my cry of pain, he instantly froze. "I'm okay, I'm okay. Just don't move." I added quickly. "Did... did I hurt you?" "Hell no. I just need a sec to adjust. You haven't got exactly average equipment, have you Agent Mulder." He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my nose, before whispering, "the only good thing I inherited from my father." I burst into laughter at that point and surprisingly the jerky movements didn't hurt. It was safe to move, and I was glad. "Move Mulder," I commanded. He did. He moved slowly, somewhat tentatively at first, not wanting to hurt me. He was driving me crazy with his slow but safe approach. I'd had it. I bucked my hips to meet his. He growled at me, sub textually telling me to let him do this but I refused and hammered into him from beneath as best I could. He took matters into his own hands then. He began pounding into me hard and fast. It was heaven. I met him thrust for thrust, but after a while I couldn't keep up. I just pulled myself back, raised my hips, and spread myself wide. I let him do the rest. I've never been fucked so deeply. Mulder's hands were next to my breasts; giving him the best leverage. He was like a jackhammer, thrusting in and out so fast that if you blinked, you'd miss it. I was glad I was on the sand. I could feel the tension in me. I was beginning to quake. Mulder felt it too. He was losing control fast, bumping into me as hard as he could, his strokes becoming more erratic. I felt his balls tighten on my ass. That did it for me. I came like a freight train. "Arrrrrrrrrrrr! Fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkk Mulderrrrrrrrrr! Love you! Fuck! Arrrrrr! Shit! Fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkk!" My insides drew tightly around Mulder's dick. I thought I was going to swallow him alive, I was clamping down so hard. It obviously had an affect on Mulder too because in the next instant I felt his hot cum flow in jets into my hot tunnel, spurt after spurt after spurt. I thought it would never end. "Yeeeeeessssssssssssss! Jeeeeeessssssssssuuuuuuusssssss! Sculleeeeeeeeeeeeee. Never come sooooooooooo harddddd or sooooooooooo long! Arrrrrrr! Love you tooooooooooo! Arrrrrrrrrrrr!" He continued to pump into me after his ejaculation. We were both quivering and shaking when he finally dropped onto me. Surprisingly, his weight didn't crush me, but instead I felt safe. We lay the way we were, panting heavily. It felt so good. We were just drifting to sleep when someone beside us coughed to acknowledge his presence. A flashlight beam landed in our eyes, blinding us. I couldn't see the face of this stranger, but I recognized the boots and the trousers: standard issue police force gear. "So, what going on here then?" Mulder and I looked at each other. "Okay, you two, you're under arrest for indecent exposure in a public area. Get your clothes." I couldn't believe it. How were we supposed to explain this to Skinner? Mulder slipped out from me; his dick now shriveled and limp. I felt the sudden loss and yearned to have it back immediately. I turned my back on the cop as soon as Mulder had moved. I rooted around for my shirt and slid it over my head. I slide into my skirt and rose to my feet. I left the underwear where it was. This was humiliating enough. There was no need for this cop to see me try and struggle to get into my bra or panties. Another officer joined the first. The first turned Mulder to face the sea, and placed the handcuffs on him. The second did the same with me. With our arms handcuffed behind our backs we were walked to the waiting car, being read our rights on the way. "Is there anything you have to say for yourselves?" the officer asked me. "Yeah. When the fuck will today end?" THE END