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Click hereAuthorâs Note: My apologies on the delay of this chapter. Real life has kept me quite busy. Over the last several weeks, Iâve had to give myself a crash course in using Flash, to get a website up and running, and the prenatal birthing classes have been booked back to back over this month (a baby girl is due in November, the first female born on my side of the family in over 65 years). The good news, however, is that Iâve got the next several chapters half written already, so the long delays between chapters should decrease.
Warning: The following story contains a little bit of just about every possible sort of sex one can have, and in some cases, some sorts of sex that are impossible for us non-powered humans, no matter how hard we wish we could. Enjoy, and if you find parts of this offensive, well, just remember, it's only a story! I can only hope that if you werenât a fan of the X-Men before, perhaps, through my writing, you can share and appreciate the fondness for these characters I have had since 1978. As always, your feedback is readily welcome!
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In the world of Marvel's merry mutants, where strange powers meet strange desires, one team stands as mutant kindâs last and best hope for a kinky co-existence with humanity...
X Writer proudly presents: The New xXx-Men!
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Chapter Three: Iâm Just a Singer (In a Rock and Roll Band)
FleetBoston Pavilion, Boston, Massachusetts
2:24am
Sam Guthrie cheered from the backstage seats that he and his friends had been given. The concert had gone on for a few hours now, the opening band long since gone on to party even deeper backstage, and the headliner was now in itâs second and final encore performance. To be honest, Sam was a bigger fan for country music, rather then the edgy angry guitar chick groove that Lila Cheneyâs band specialized in, but he couldnât bear to break that tidbit of news to his rocker girlfriend. Roberto nudged him on the arm, head nodding towards some hot looking groupies that had managed to get backstage. Sam smiled.Bobby was definitely having fun. He always seemed to be in his element at these events. Of course, growing up in Brazil with Carnival happening every year probably helped. Large crowds, loud parties, son of a socialite.
Tabitha looked up at Sam and snuggled his arm tighter. Sure, as soon as Lila got offstage, Sam would get all distant, but maybe this would be the time that Sam told Lila about Boom-Boom and himself. Supposedly, Sam and Lila had an open relationship, Lila being on tour most of the time, and nearly inaccessible. However, whenever her band was nearby, off to the concert he had to go, so they could see her. Boom-Boom couldnât figure out what Sam saw in her. Tabitha was younger, she had much bigger breasts, and was a perky petite blonde. Lila was tall, small breasts, straight black hair, thinner overall. Lanky, one could say, much like Sam himself. Lila was leftovers from the Punk / Goth scene that was big awhile back, Tabitha considered herself a true 21st century girl. Sure, Lila had the money from her album sales and world tours, and apparently a nice stash from her interstellar thievery days, so she had the âbling,â but Tabitha was from a middleclass background like Sam, someone with whom he could relate with.
Maybe that is what the attraction was. A hayseed like Sam with an intercontinental, if not interstellar, rock star. She had played to ovation before the Shiâar, and the Kree. Tabitha? Tabitha had played to mediocre reactions in her high school class talent show.Ok, face facts Tabitha she is intimidating. Still, they donât call me Boom-Boom for nothing! The young blonde mutant batted her baby blue eyes, winking at Sam, and pulling him closer, to speak into his ear, while purposefully pressing her soft round globes of nubile female flesh both against each other and brushing against Samâs bare arm.
She saw his eyes turn away from Lila onstage and down towards her, noting with satisfaction that his eyes stole past her own, and down the pursing plunging neckline that her tank top allowed. Under this lighting, her thin shirt was nearly transparent, but most importantly, the deeply tanned bombshell was certain that the small contrasting triangles surrounding her puffy pink nipples of sun-virgin white breasts were peeking out from the lacy strapless half cups she was wearing. Radiant in the stage lighting, she was sure. Big breasts with a spotlight on them.Let there be fireworks. Boom-Boom!
âI could go for some Toby Keith right now, how about you?â Tabitha chided Sam, her tongue lightly licking his oversized ear as she spoke. She realized Bobby was standing on the other side of Sam, and unbeknownst to his friend, he was checking out the exposed goods on his friendâs girlfriend.Bobby, the Boy Latino Lover. Strange, he never seemed to have a girlfriend, not since Julia, although all he ever spoke of was being a stereotypical playboy.
Was he actually gay?
Did he secretly have a thing for his best friend, Sam?
Tabitha dismissed that last thought, stifling a laugh, as Sam leaned back and spoke in her ear.
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âReckon ahâd have no complaints,â Sam drawled back in his typical Kentuckian coal miner accent. âThough ah think weâd be the only ones here whoâd be slappinâ leather, girl.â
âSlapping leather, Sam? You in the mood to slap leather, Hon?â Tabitha reached lower, her long fingernails raking slowly up the faded denim jeans that Sam wore. Sam still was looking down at the luminous display of her tits.
âAh reckon so, darlinâ, but ah think Bobby is participatinâ in your liâl show.â Sam elbowed Bobby who was leaning in closer to get a better view.
âOw! What the fuck, esse?â Bobby swore as he was nudged back.
âWhat are the girls up to?â Sam asked him, Bobby nodding and looking over at the rest of the gang. Bobby spun his head around, and peered at his companions, Illyana Rasputin, Doug Ramsey, Danielle Moonstar, Xian Coy Mann, Amara Aquilla, Longshot, and Jubilation Lee.Illyana was up close with Doug⊠why she is with Doug⊠well, actually I know why she is with Doug. It all had to do with Kitty Pride. Kitty had a fetish for stripping Doug of his clothes. He had seen Doug sans clothing countless times. He was decently equipped, nothing huge like James. He would be classified a âtwinkâ in Northstarâs circles. Doug had a tight little butt that resembled an upside down heart, with a dimple at the top, winking at you like a tight clean second asshole. In truth, Dougâs ass was actually better than most of the girls present, the type of ass that made his close girl friends jealous, and wishing it was theirs. Not that Bobby would ever admit this to any of his friends.Let them know I like guys as well as women? No way, JosĂ©! Shan may be a lesbian, but sheâs just too good of friends with Dani and thatâd mean that the rest of the ladies would know, too, and one of them would tell the guys, and Iâd never hear the end of it.
Dani and Shan.Sitting like two sisters. Iâd swear, if I didnât know better, Iâd swear that they were secretly lovers. Always hanging out together, always whispering to each other, acting like typical girls. Makes me wonder if Dani swings both ways like Monique St. Croix. That chica is hot, hot, hot. Rumor has it, sheâs the perfect teacherâs pet for a reason. I wouldnât mind watching Dani and Shan go at it. Nice contrast. Tall and slender meets short and curvy. If we threw in Illyana and M and Amara, and Jubilee, well, thatâd be heaven. Disturbingly, Dougâs ass wouldnât leave his mind.
Illyana noticed Bobby staring over at the rest of the group, his eyes going unfocused and staring dreamily off into space again.
Little pervert probably has us all undressed and fucking each other for him. The famed Latino LoverâŠhah!Illyana Rasputin laughed under her breath, recalling the one time that the two had even come close to getting intimate with each other. Bobby DaCosta showed up on her doorstep wearing only his typical Speedos. Illyana was waiting for him, black snakeskin corset, pieces of her Limbo armor blending in supremely well with her pale blonde Goth look. A spiked collar on a fine chain leash dangled from her gloved hand. Sym stood behind her, only the leather vest adorning his oiled and muscle-bound frame. She raised her long leg high, as she uncrossed them, giving Bobby full view of her shaved little pussy with its tiny puff of blonde fur atop it, and the large black strap on dildo that she wore.
âReady when you are, chica,â Illyana huskily purred, scrunching her pert little nose up, and winking mischievously.
âKneel and pay tribute to the Mistress of Limbo, boy.â Sym roared, uncrossing his massive arms and looking threateningly down his long maw at the far shorter Brazilian lad.
The look on his face was priceless, and when Sym barked at him, I wasnât sure if he sported an erection or shit his Speedos! Either way, Iâll never know, since he turned tail and ran. Iâve never seen Bobby move so fast in all of my life. Pity he didnât stay. Illyana smiled again, and then grabbed onto Doug who was trying to watch the show. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him, squeezing him tightly.
âWhat was that for?â Doug asked, pleasantly surprised.
âFor staying.â Illyana stated matter-of-factly. Doug looked confused for a second, then just shrugged and smiled, kissing her back.
âAny time.â He said, his eyes drifting back towards the incredible lightshow the band was being bathed in the second to last song of the finale encore.Being a mutant with the power of linguistics, I can speak with just about anything, so long as it has some semblance of intelligence. Doesnât mean I truly understand the message, however. I technically speak the same language as Illyana, jubilee or Kitty, but Iâll be damned if I understand them. âFor staying.â Illyana says, getting all lovey-dovey. I have absolutely no idea what the hell sheâs talking about!
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âToo bad Kitty, James, and Theresa opted out. They would have had a lot of fun tonight.â Illyana found herself pensively playing with the draw-tie of Dougâs ripped up sweatshirt. Doug stoically kept from visibly rolling his eyes.Kitty. Sheesh. Letâs not go there.
âTrue. I guess Kitty decided to have some quality time with Pete, since heâs not a big concert-goer, and James and TheresaâŠâ Doug scratched his head.Might as well just say it outright. ââŠWell, I think they were just waiting for the mansion to empty out for the weekend, to find someplace new they havenât fucked on the estate.â
âDoug!â Illyana was flabbergasted.
âItâs true and you know it!â Doug laughed, mocking her flabbergasted look. âThose two get naked more often thanâŠthanâŠthan I do, when Kitty is around!â Doug exclaimed.Kitty Pride. The secret true love of my life, and the bane of my existence. I know she loves me, if sheâd just get over her hang up with Peter. I feel like sheâs the twin sister I never had when we talk, only we have rampant sexual urges poking tension into our various conversations. If sheâd just give up on the big lug and give us a chanceâŠIâd do anything for her.Doug looked guiltily at Illyana. He loved her, too. She was unlike any other girl he knew. Twisted sense of humor, sharp as a tack, and uncannily observant. Illyana was cynical and jaded, used and abused, a girl you never wanted to cross, and yet in the same breath, she was innocently naĂŻve, possessed with a childlike joyful wonderment and awe in the most trivial of normal everyday circumstances.
In truth, from his experiences and observations, Illyana struck Doug as what a very young Emma Frost might have been much like. There was an eerie similarity in their darker sides, a resonant synergy that both excited and terrified Doug. Here was shy, unassuming Doug, the resident computer geek in the school, grabbing the tiger by the tail, taming the only female mutant alive he saw that was worthy of claiming the mantle as the next White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Illyana was a total babe, and she knew it. She was bold, definitely not shy, and very aggressive. She was strong and outspoken. An amazing catch.
Then there was Kitty. Doug met Kitty first. They met in class, began to study together after school, and passionately geeked out during the computer revolution. It was then that Doug discovered he was a mutant, but he took it in stride, because he was merely gifted with a simple mental power. A better brain, he justified. Then he found out that all of Kittyâs friends were mutants. In fact, they were the xXx-Men!
Could life not get any cooler?
Then he met Piotr Rasputin, Kittyâs boyfriend that she never bothered to mention to Doug. Since Kitty wasnât willing to come forward with her feelings, and still tried to have both, getting her beefcake and eating it, too, Doug responded to Kittyâs best friendâs flirting with him.
The rest, they say, is history, Doug mused, returning his gaze to the amazing beauty at his side. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, and hugged her tight. âI love you.â
Illyana looked surprised. âWhat was that for?â
âFor flirting.â Doug smiled, kissing her confused face again, and then returned his gaze back as the band ended âShiâar Bopâ and entered their final song, âStarlight Sirensâ.
Boys. Who can figure them out? Illyana pondered. Jubilee began to hysterically scream, clutching at Illyana, then Dani, then back on Illyana, her typical wad of bubblegum flying out of her mouth. This brought both girls out of their private moments, and back to the reality of the backstage chaos.
âWhat?!â they both cried, looking at Jubilee in shock.
âI love this song!â the mutant mall-rat cried, âWeâve got to get onstage and dance!â Jubilee charged forward, her hands yanking both Illyana and Dani with her. Dani reached out and grabbed Shan, as Magik clutched for Cypher and missed. Doug waved, mocking sympathy for the Russian mutant, with an evil glint in his eye. Amara Aquilla stepped forward, minus any prodding, as the gaggle of ladies made their way over to the stage edge. Jubilee stopped, turned around, and stomped back.
âI donât think so, girlfriend,â Jubilee yelled, grabbing Tabithaâs arm and pulling her towards the stage against her will. Doug wandered over to Bobby and Sam.
âIâm in heaven.â Sunspot sighed as the scantily clad females approached Guido standing guard stage side. âMadre mios, Iâm in heaven.â Bobby never allowed his eyes to move from the estrogen display before him.
*****
Doug stared at his friend, then at what he was staring at slack-jawed. âI always saw heaven as having less drool in it.â He laughed, playfully punching Bobby in the arm as Sam laughed as well.
âHey, Doug, you seen Longshot lately?â Cannonball asked.
âYeah, he was right overâŠthere.â Doug spun and pointed towards the snack table set up for the roadies. There were a few backstage pass groupies milling around the crew, but the mullet headed inter-dimensional traveler was not there. âWell, he was. He wandered over to grab a bite to eat just before they let the early groupies backstage after the opening band finished.â
âYou let him wander away?â Sam looked mortified, âFree food, free booze, and cheap skanks on the prowl⊠and you let him go?â
âWell, when you put it that wayâŠâ Doug shrugged, âLook, I didnât know we had to baby-sit Aliâs beau-hunk. I know heâs a little naĂŻve and slow, butâŠâ
âDude,â Bobby interjected, âI have no idea why, but the Sp-Ed case is like a total chick magnet!â
Doug looked amused as Sam looked confused. âSp-Ed case?â
âSp-EdâŠSpecial Education.â Bobby crossed his eyes, and bucked his teeth. âD-duhâŠâ
âBobby, you need some fucking therapy.â Sam shook his head, as Doug laughed even harder. âSp-Ed case. Damn, boy.â Sam chuckled. âAlright, so what are we gonna do about Longshot?â
âAinât my problem.â Sunspot shook his head, waving his hands in a denial. âHombre can take care of himself. Me, Iâm âgoing flyinâ with my starlight sirenâ!â Bobby strode away from his two friends, his motions mocking a stage diva going for the big finish, a boy-band dance strut that would indicate to any who saw him, here was a âplayahâ to be reckoned with.
Sam and Doug watched in absolute disbelief.
âWere we going to join him, Sam?â
âNaw, ah donât think so. Guys like us, rednecks and computer geeks, we donât look right dancing to this stuff.â Sam chuckled. âYou wanna help me find Longshot real quick like?â
âSure, Sam.â Doug shrugged, running his hand through his hair, âI guess the two of us can be the responsible ones.â
âSpoken like a future team leader, Doug.â
âMe? You really think so?â Cypher asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
âSure, pal. You got all the fixings to be a great team leader.â Sam said, slapping his hand around Dougâs shoulder, and steering them around to begin to search the backstage area for the missing xXx-Man. âBrains, a powerful and headstrong âhottieâ for a girlfriend, and the team likes and respects you. Thatâs more than I had when the position was given to me by the Professor.â
âWhat about everyone else, Sam?â Doug said, thumbing back towards the stage. âArenât they going to miss us as well?â
âWeâll catch up, as soon as we find Longshot. Do you think that Lila or Tabitha or Illyana are going to let either of us get away so easily?â Sam laughed, as his eyes searched the milling crowd.
âNo, I guess not,â Doug laughed as well, âWhere should we start looking?â
âLetâs start around the buffet table. Free food is like bait with Longshot.â Sam smiled.
The stage lights were bright, and the play set had been quite the long and tiring one. Once upon a time, musicians wrote their own music, and merely performed it to an attentive and appreciative audience. Nowadays, it seemed, musicians no longer created musical melodies, instead being relegated to performing prefabricated cloned songs of whatever seemed to be the big corporate push for the week. During the late 80âs and 90âs it was having the letters âMCâ or âDJâ attached to a nickname that had something to do with Ice or an animal, and songs had to do with drinking, gang fighting, or pimping âhoâsâ. If it wasnât that, then you were required to wear plaid, and grunt out your songs, drinking coffee and shooting heroin. This was, of course, if you were male. If you were a female rocker, then you had to be a guitar-playing lesbian to get airplay, or an overrated âdivaâ, belching out hypersonic notes that made dogs wince in pain.
*****
Alison Blaire was none of these. Ali, also known as the Dazzler, was a very talented singer and songwriter who had the unfortunate luck of hitting it big just as disco died. The solid white cat suit, the classic style roller skates, and the Olivia Newton-John haircut were passé mere moments after Ali landed her first headliner.
Anyone else may have been destroyed by such circumstances, but the resilient young female mutant singer refused to be a âone hit wonderâ. She also refused to sell out, to avoid becoming a mere flavor-of-the-week pop star. It cost her. It cost her a lot. From filling stadiums, she went back to the club scene, playing smaller venues, but happy in being able to be herself.
It was then Roman approached her. He was an infamous producer, wanting to film âDazzler: The Movieâ. Ali had come out of the closet; so to speak, caving in to Romanâs request to reveal herself as a mutant to the world at large.
The plan by the shrewd producer ended up backfiring. The publicity was great, but it turned ugly quickly. Aliâs career peaked, the movie tanked, although its later release on VHS and eventually DVD, granted it instant cult classic status. Needless to say, Ali never really saw those profits, since the after movie market hadnât been truly explored when she had signed the contracts.