From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 13 May 2005 07:34:35 -0000
Subject: No Perceptable Trepidations Part Deux, Pt. 1 by Dyann Zimmerman
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TITLE:  NO PERCEPTIBLE TREPIDATIONS, PART
DEUX- Pt. 1
AUTHOR: DYANN ZIMMERMAN
RATING:  AS NC-17 AS YOU CAN GET
KEYWORDS: MSR; M/O; S/O; M/S/O/O
SUMMARY:  Mulder and Scully and Skinner add
another party to the party.
DISCLAIMERS:  Please sue me! I'd love my
fifteen minutes.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Scully POV. Mulder and Scully
are totally out of character in this fic and
there isn't a hint of a story. Just pure,
unadulterated, VERY adult sex. Pornographic
to the max, so you have been informed. Best
if you read 'No Perceptible Trepidations',
part one to know what's going on in this one.
FEEDBACK: philer@onemain.com



MULDER & SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON, DC
Mulder and I had come home from our weekend
at the Brookfield Lodge with Walter and were
both still high from the experience.  They
had made me feel things I never imagined were
physically possible and, even though I could
barely walk, I still felt absolutely
wonderful.  Nothing like a weekend full of
hard core sex with two men to fire up your
endorphins and keep a body rush going.

"Doin' okay?" Mulder asked, both of us in bed
reading.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I smiled, closing my
book and removing my reading glasses to look
at him.  Mulder gave me one of those knowing
smiling smirks of his and I wasn't sure if I
wanted to slap him or crawl his bones.  I
realize he was teasing me about being sore
and seemed to think it was funny or endearing
or something, I don't know.  "Shut up,
Mulder," I said, putting my glasses back on
and returning my attention to my book.

Mulder smiled at me, I think figuring he'd
better let it drop or he'd find himself on
the couch, and changed the subject.  "So,
what do you think of Walter's announcement?"
he asked, setting his book on the nightstand.
Walter had admitted to us that he'd met a
woman who he had begun a sexual relationship
with and felt that she might be open to
experimenting with our threesome.  His
relationship was different with her than
Mulder and I had together as he and this
woman were only involved for sexual pleasure
and were not in love with each other, the
woman actually being in love with someone
else.

"I don't know..." I started, truly unsure
about how I felt.  "How do you feel about
it?"

I think Mulder could tell I seemed
trepidatious about it and, being Mulder, felt
a need to find the reason why.  "Have you
ever been with another woman, Scully?" he
asked.

"No..." I answered, but he immediately picked
up on my somewhat tentative reply.

"Is there a 'but'?" he smiled.

"Well, there was someone in college, med
school, actually," I began, never having
admitted this to anyone before.  "She was my
lab partner in my first forensics class and,
strangely, I found myself attracted to her.
If I hadn't been very involved with a
boyfriend at the time, I may have considered
taking our relationship to another level.  I
think she wanted to.  But..."

Mulder smiled.  "I think Walter really wants
to try it.  He seems to trust this woman and
seems to think she would be someone we would
feel comfortable with," Mulder said, his
voice hopeful.

"So, it's something you want?" I said to him,
closing my book, looking at him over my
glasses.

Mulder thought for a moment, and then told me
honestly how he felt.  "Yeah, I think it's
every guy's fantasy, Scully.  Your fantasy
was to be with two men..."

And the satisfying of that fantasy had
changed my life; the time Mulder, Walter and
I spend together has been some of the best
I've had in my life.  Expressing myself
sexually in such an open and free way has
helped me do the same in almost every other
area of my life.  And I wouldn't change a
second of it.  That was just it; if we added
another person to the mix, would it somehow
ruin everything?  But, I would be selfish if
I didn't agree to at least try it since both
Mulder and Walter were obviously wanting this
woman to join us very much.  "You're right,
Mulder," I told him, scooting over closer to
him in bed.  "It's just that I'm worried that
changing things might be a mistake, might
ruin what we have.  But I'm willing to try it
and see how it goes."

"Did asking Walter to join us ruin what you
and I have together when he's not with us?"
he asked, knowing, full well, the answer to
that question.  "I think we're better than
ever," he finished, bending to kiss me
softly.  "And we can take things slowly,
Scully.  Our relationship with Walter was
certainly tamer in the beginning than it is
now."

"Did he give you any time frame?  When he was
going to ask her?" I asked.

"I think he's just waiting for the go-ahead
from us," Mulder said.

I smiled at him before giving him a nice long
kiss, "Then give it to him."

WESTIN HOTEL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Two weeks later
Walter and Mulder had made the arrangements,
securing a suite at a nice out of town hotel.
We figured four people were too many for my
queen sized bed; Mulder, Walter and I only
fitting because we snuggled so well.  The
suite had two bedrooms, each with a king
sized bed, and a small sitting area with a
table and chairs, couch and television.  The
check in was any time after 3:00pm and Mulder
and I decided to have a late lunch/early
dinner so we didn't arrive until about seven.

"Ready for this?" Mulder said, his hand
absently rubbing my back as we waited for the
elevator doors to close.

"Yeah, actually I am," I told him, giving his
hand a squeeze as I smiled up at him.

"You look like the cat who just ate the
canary," he told me, noticing my expression.
"What?  You think you know who it is?" he
smiled.

"I think I might," I told him, his expression
telling me he was surprised.

"And I take it it's someone you are okay
with..."

"Yeah, I would be very comfortable with her,
if it's who I think it is."

"If she's not who you think she is, are you
still okay?" he asked, the elevator dinging
that we had reached our floor.

"We'll see..."

As soon as we entered the room, we could tell
Walter and the mystery woman were already
there, even though it was eerily quiet in the
room.  But just inside the door, we found a
bouquet of flowers and a small note sitting
on the table.  'D & M; The room to the right
is yours.  We're already in the one to the
left. Come in anytime you're ready, Walter'.
Mulder and I took our small bags into our
room and put a few things away before helping
each other to undress.  Mulder just couldn't
seem to get the smile off his face, him
already at half mast just thinking about what
was ahead.

We entered Walter's room quietly, the only
illumination a small wall sconce near the
entrance to the bathroom.  Walter was propped
against a mound of pillows at the headboard
of the king sized bed with his legs spread,
his head back and his eyes closed.  A naked
woman lay on her stomach in front of him,
only the back of her head visible at his
crotch.  They were both moaning softly,
Walter obviously enjoying a very satisfying
blow job.

Mulder took my hand and led me to the bed,
both of us sitting on the mattress near the
foot, our weight causing the mattress to
shift.  Walter's eyes opened and he smiled at
us, his hand brushing against the woman's
hair, "They're here," he said softly to her.
She rolled over and scooted up next to him,
pulling her shoulder length brunette hair
away from her face.

"Hi, you two," she said, the excited look on
Mulder's face almost too much for me to
handle.

"Monica," Mulder said, looking at me for
confirmation that that's who I thought it
might be.  And it was.  I had gotten a vibe
or two from her in the past week that made me
think something was up.  Monica put out a lot
of vibes...  Mulder had confessed to me that
one of his fantasies was to see me with
another woman.  When I had asked him if there
was anyone in particular, he surprised me
when he had told me Monica.  I think Mulder
was deeply aroused that it was Monica who
Walter had brought and his erection was proof
of that.

"I don't think introductions are necessary,"
Walter kidded, all of us giving him a nervous
chuckle.  And I have to say, Monica's body
was something to behold.  She was muscular,
but not unattractively so and her breasts
were high and firm with small, dark nipples.
Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a small
triangle and she had a small silver ring
piercing her naval.  She was a good eight
years younger than me and I suddenly felt a
pang of inadequacy.  I think Mulder may have
sensed it because he pulled me onto his lap
and kissed me for all he was worth.

"Um, we can start however anybody wants,"
Walter said, Monica relaxing back against his
chest as she sat between his legs.  "We can
start slow, whatever."

"Well, since the three of us have done this a
few times, why don't we let Monica set the
tone," Mulder said, his hand slipping between
my legs as I sat lotus style on his lap.  I
absolutely loved it when he played with me
and that's exactly the way to describe it;
his fingers just doing whatever they felt
like, stroking, pulling, penetrating... It
was hypnotizing.

Monica smiled at Walter and he looked at her
as he began caressing her breasts, one hand
slipping down between her legs as well.  They
spread out the pillows and scooted down to
lay on the bed, leaving us room to move up
next to them, Monica and I in the middle.
Mulder turned me on my side to face Monica,
moving to spoon up behind me, his hand
finding its way back to my center.  I could
feel his erection against my bottom and
suddenly I just wanted to be fucked.

But that thought flew out of my head as soon
as Monica's hand moved to my shoulder,
stroking my skin to my breast.  The feel of a
soft, feminine hand against my skin, then my
nipple, was totally foreign and sent goose
bumps all over my body.  I think I gasped and
Monica smiled and we were all on our way.

We all touched and licked and kissed and
played with each other for a long time, all
of us seeming comfortable with each other and
all of us seeming to want more at the same
time.  I reached over Monica and began to
stroke Walter's erection, my breasts pressed
into her stomach.  Mulder was playing with my
bottom, his fingers readying my sphincter and
I assumed he would fuck me vaginally to get
wet or get the lubricant and enter me anally.
But he had other ideas.

"Walter, can you get in the middle of the
bed?" Mulder asked, Monica moving to allow
Walter to scoot over, his erection sticking
straight up from the middle of his dark bush.
Mulder got the lubricant from the nightstand,
squeezing a generous amount in his hand.
Monica had moved down by Walter's feet and
was just watching, trying to learn our
preferences, I guess.  Mulder lubed Walter's
raging erection, wiping the rest between my
cheeks, inserting a finger in my anus as he
did.  Then he grasped my waist and he helped
me to move over Walter and Mulder centered
Walter's penis under me.  I could feel the
head trying to poke in, relaxing a bit to let
my bottom lower, his glans slipping inside
me.  God, it felt wonderful.

As soon as I'd slid all the way down, my ass
bottoming out against his pubic hair, Monica
moved to spread Walter's legs and lay between
them on her stomach.  She rested her arms on
my thighs, using her thumbs to open my labia,
her tongue taking a long, full swipe of my
folds.  I shuddered and I heard Mulder moan.
Walter was pumping my ass, the base of his
penis so thick that his penetration in this
position was almost painful.  If it hadn't
been for Monica's mouth soothing my labia and
Mulder's mouth that had just latched on to my
nipple, I might have had to pull my bottom up
a little to alleviate the depth of Walter's
penetration.  But as it was, I was so
stimulated that I probably could've had a toe
cut off and I wouldn't have noticed at that
moment.

Mulder's hand began to stroke Monica's back,
down her bottom and I saw Walter's hand move
to stroke Mulder's penis.  "Oh, shit, Dana,
I'm getting close," Walter said, his eyes
squeezed closed.  At about the time he said
that, Monica inserted a finger in me, then
another and that was enough to send me
flying.  My thighs jerked so tightly that I
thought poor Monica was going to smother
between them, but she just kept finger
fucking me and sucking my clitoris.  As if
that wasn't enough, Walter came hard, hot
spurts of him shooting up my canal, his
strong hands holding my hips almost painfully
against him as he took his last jerking
thrusts.

I had collapsed back against him, the feeling
of his penis popping out of my anus sending
sensations directly to my vagina and it began
to clamp all over again.  I helped myself
come down a bit with my fingers and I opened
my eyes to see Mulder's head buried between
Monica's legs, the look of pure pleasure in
everything about her.  I managed to roll over
to take Mulder's rock hard penis in my mouth
and being very experienced at this particular
activity, knew he was ready to pop.  I
massaged his scrotum, my fingernail giving
his perineum a little scratch and he jerked a
few times before coming into my mouth.

I heard Monica whimpering, Mulder having a
momentary lapse of ability due to his orgasm
and she was frustratingly waiting for him to
get back to work on her.  He pushed two
fingers into her and I could see her
glistening fluids on his hand as he pumped in
and out of her.  Then he bent his head and if
Mulder is Mulder, took her clitoris in his
mouth and sucked hard, her orgasm finally
coming and coming.

We all fell into a sated sleep; I don't
really remember who slept where except that I
know Monica was behind me because I woke to
the feeling of her breasts pressed against my
back.  Walter and Monica got up first and
called room service while Mulder and I had
quick morning sex before the food arrived.
We took a quick shower in our own room and
the four of us enjoyed a nice breakfast with
easy conversation.  Monica didn't seem the
least bit shy or uncomfortable and seemed
anxious to set another date.

I wasn't sure about what my schedule or
Mulder's looked like, so I told her Mulder or
I would call and we would go from there.  I
had no idea she would take my indecision so
wrong.

WINDOWS RESTAURANT
DOWNTOWN WASHINGTON, DC
Two days later
I was surprised when Monica called me wanting
to meet for lunch so soon after our
encounter.  It had kind of had been a rule
with Walter that we didn't talk of our
weekends at any other time, but something
seemed very wrong with Monica.  We met at the
restaurant and Monica requested a private
outdoor table.  I was getting nervous.

"Dana, if you don't want me in your
threesome, I fully understand and there will
be no hard feelings," Monica said bluntly,
never one not to get directly to the point.
"Really.  I'll understand."

Initially, I think I was just so stunned that
I didn't know how to react and then, I began
scanning my brain for any memory of something
that could have happened to give Monica the
idea that the weekend had been anything but
wonderful.  "Monica, I, um, don't
understand," I told her quietly.  "Did
something happen that gave you that idea?"

"You seemed reticent to want to set another
time to be together and you seemed more quiet
than usual on Sunday," Monica explained,
taking a drink of her iced tea.  The waiter
came to take our order, so needless to say,
our conversation stopped for a few minutes
while we both decided what to eat.

We both sat silently until the waiter had
gone inside and I started the conversation
again.  "Monica, I just needed to check a
couple of things on my calendar.  I had some
obligations with my mother and I had a Friday
doctor's appointment scheduled, but I
couldn't remember exactly when."

"A doctor's appointment?  Come on, Dana,"
Monica said, her doubt of my reason very
evident.

"My gynecologist is in Richmond and Mulder
and I were going to make a weekend of it,
Monica," I said sternly.  "I go to the doctor
on Friday and we were going on to Virginia
Beach for the weekend."  Monica looked down
at her lap, obviously feeling self-conscious
about her misjudgment.  The waiter brought
our lunches and Monica had a few minutes to
compose herself.

"But you didn't seem yourself on Sunday," she
observed.

I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess
someone might get that impression.  Mulder
and Walter were either used to it or hadn't
noticed in the first place.  "The day after
is kind of a time of reflection for me, I
guess.  Even though our times together are
meant primarily for physical pleasure, they
are very emotionally meaningful to me," I
explained.

"I understand.  I'm sorry," she said, looking
directly at me and making it clear that she
meant it.

"Monica, if you don't trust us, then this
arrangement isn't going to work," I told her
softly, hoping that she wouldn't choose to
back out.

"Dana, if I didn't already trust all three of
you, I would never have agreed to join with
you," she said.  "But, if things weren't okay
last weekend, then I wanted to give you an
opportunity to ask me to leave with no hard
feelings."

"Is that what you want?" I asked her
sincerely, hoping that she didn't want to
leave.

"No.  No, I, um, can't tell you how much last
weekend meant to me," she started.  I could
tell she wanted to say more, but seemed
hesitant to continue.

"Monica, another thing that has made our
threesome work so well is that we are all
absolutely honest with each other.  We say
what we like and what we want and we don't
hold back," I explained.  "So, tell me what's
on your mind."

"Of course you and Mulder are involved and I
assume you don't have any romantic feelings
for Walter..." Monica started.  I nodded,
confirming what she had said.  "What if you
did-- have an attraction for the other person
in the group?"

"Are you talking about Walter?  I thought you
two just had a, uh, an arrangement," I told
her.  "I always thought you and John would
eventually get together."

"Well, maybe someday, but John isn't at a
place in his life to commit to anything right
now.  And I know he wouldn't ever participate
in anything like our foursome," she laughed
and I agreed.  "Walter and I have no
illusions of a romantic involvement.  We just
enjoy each other sexually and accept our
relationship on that level," she explained.
"Actually, Dana..., I was talking about you,"
she admitted, her confession catching me off
guard, unable to say much of anything.  "I've
always felt some kind of karma between us,
even before I helped you deliver, but that
just solidified it, I think."

I was surprised by her admission on one
level, but on another, I can't say that it
came totally out of the blue.  Monica had
said things to me, looked at me in certain
ways that made me a bit uncomfortable at
times, but she had also been a wonderful
friend who had been there for me through the
worst of times.  "I'm flattered, Monica, but
I guess I didn't realize you, um...."

"I don't..., haven't, but I have always felt
an attraction to you, not necessarily sexual,
if that makes any sense," she smiled in her
quirky way.  "So, being part of this
arrangement with you is very meaningful for
me in more ways than even I can explain."

I smiled at her, finding myself feeling very
comforted by her compliments and feeling more
excited about all of us being together again
just to satisfy Monica.  "So, you're going to
be with us this weekend?" I asked, a smile
creeping onto my face.

"This weekend?  I didn't know we'd set a date
yet," she replied.

"I think Mulder was calling Walter.  I think
we're going back to the Westin," I told her,
finally taking a bite of my spinach salad,
the dressing long ago having cooled.  "I hope
you'll stay with us, Monica," I told her
sincerely and meant it.  She smiled at me and
nodded and I wondered if her heart was
beating as fast as mine.

Continued in Pt. 2

WESTIN HOTEL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Saturday
We all decided to meet for dinner at the
hotel, the restaurant there a five star and
the meal and service were wonderful.  We
looked like any other pair of couples out for
an evening together.  Little did anyone know
we were all sharing the same suite, let alone
the same bed.  Mulder and I had talked a bit
about what we both wanted to do since Monica
had been added to the mix and I wanted to
give him what he fantasized about.

Mulder and I had undressed in our room, just
so our clothes wouldn't be piled in the other
room with Walter and Monica's.  Mulder and I
joined Walter and Monica on the bed and I
immediately went to Monica and pushed her
down on the mattress and began to kiss her
passionately, my body moving to lie almost on
top of her.  I found the feel of her breasts
against mine very erotic and I began to rub
my mons against her thigh.  I could feel
strong hands begin to pet my skin, down my
back, over my bottom and down my legs and I
wasn't sure if it was Mulder or Walter or
both.  I moved off Monica just enough to take
her breast in my hand and began to massage
her as we continued to kiss, our tongues
giving each other a lot of pleasure.

Mulder and Walter moved closer to us and I
felt a finger at my opening and knowing it
was Mulder's when it slipped inside.  I felt
another hand slide under me and realized it
was Walter's and he was no doubt doing to
Monica exactly what Mulder was doing to me.
Someone began to kiss and squeeze my ass and
then lick my sphincter before I felt Mulder's
hands on my waist.  He moved my legs further
open and I was ready for him to enter me one
place or the other.  But I felt him shift and
he began to fuck Monica beneath me, his
abdomen rubbing against my ass every time he
pumped into her.

Walter moved up closer to where Monica and I
were kissing and he stood next to us on his
knees, his hand slowly masturbating himself.
I took him into my hand and began to stroke
him until Mulder moved out of Monica and into
me and I lost my ability to concentrate on
Walter's penis.  Walter moved closer and
Monica took him in her mouth and began to
suck and stroke him, his eyes closing in
pleasure.

Mulder moved to fuck Monica again, leaving me
feeling high and dry since I could no longer
kiss Monica since she had Walter's penis in
her mouth.  "God, Mulder, you are making me
crazy," I told him, almost moaning.  I heard
the cap on the lubricant pop open and felt
the cool liquid against my rear opening.  He
entered me with one long, wet stroke and
pushed all the way in, my back arching in
pleasure.

"That better?" he asked against my ear and
then reached down and pinched my nipple.

"Much," I sighed, barely able to speak
through my arousal as I lay atop Monica.  As
Mulder continued to slide in and out of my
rectum, I felt his hand reach down to Monica
and could feel that he was finger fucking
her.

"Oh, shit, Monica," Walter said and I opened
my eyes to watch Monica bring him off in her
mouth, his hard flat stomach tightening as
his hips jerked.

"God, you have a beautiful body, Walter," I
told him, but I wasn't sure he heard me
through his climax.

"So do you, Dana," Monica told me after
Walter had finished and fallen back onto the
bed.  She began to kiss me again and I could
taste Walter on her lips.  Mulder continued
to pummel me and I began to moan feeling my
orgasm building in my gut.  Monica must have
recognized how close I was because she
reached between us and her fingers found my
clitoris faster than any man had ever found
it and she squeezed hard and my body froze in
time.  I screamed like I had been shot and at
the same time, Mulder came in my ass so hard
that I didn't think my body could take it all
in.  My whole body shuddered against
Monica's, the white flashes behind my eyes
blinding me to everything else.

I lay over her, Mulder collapsing next to us
as she held me, stroking my skin to help me
come down.  As I recovered, I realized that
all of us were all enjoying the satiation of
orgasm except poor Monica.  I scooted down
her body and inserted a couple of fingers,
searching for her g-spot as I began to suck
on her clitoris.  I heard Mulder groan and
before I knew it, Walter and Mulder each had
one of Monica's breasts in their mouth.  "Oh,
my godddddd," she groaned and I wondered if
she could feel my smile against her folds.
Then her hips bucked and she screamed and I
realized I had found her spot and she writhed
through one of the most beautiful orgasms I
had ever seen.

Afterwards, I held her in my arms, Mulder's
wrapped around me and Walter spooned up
behind Monica.  "You were beautiful, Monica,"
I told her and meant it.  She kissed me
softly and snuggled further into me as we all
eventually drifted off to sleep.

Somehow during the night, we had all shifted
around and Mulder was wrapped around Monica
and Walter was wrapped around me, Monica and
I still in the middle holding each other.  As
we all began to stir, I felt Mulder's hand
slide between Monica and me and slip between
her legs.  "Mmmmmmm, good morning to you,
too, Mulder," she said sleepily.  His morning
erection was at attention and ready for
action and he didn't waste any time in
lifting Monica's leg back over his hip and
entering her.

I touched her breasts, kissing her as Mulder
continued to play with her and fuck her, my
own sex swelling and lubricating and needing
to be attended to.  As if he could read my
mind, Walter kissed my shoulder, his hands
coming around to grasp my breasts and he
rubbed his erection against my backside.  I
moaned into Monica's mouth in response.

Walter entered me and began to thrust, the
feeling a wonderful thing to wake up to.
Just as I was getting a good rhythm with him,
he pulled out.  "Walter..." I whined, feeling
empty, wondering why he was stopping.  Then I
felt him at my sphincter, moving his wetted
penis to find my opening, the head popping
through and stopping for a few seconds before
he pushed the rest of the way in.  We all
fucked and rubbed and kissed and I was
enjoying watching Mulder and Monica almost as
much as I was enjoying being fucked in the
ass and having my clitoris played with by
Walter's strong fingers and my breasts
massaged by Monica's soft hands.  God, how
could I be more stimulated.

Monica flew first, her hips shuddering
against mine, her breasts lunging as she
struggled for air through her climax.  Mulder
followed shortly after, Monica's orgasming
inner muscles clamping Mulder's penis no
doubt having an effect on that.  Walter
seemed to be close for a long time before he
finally let loose, his semen shooting up my
canal into my bowel as he continued to rock
against me as he came down.  His fingers
continued to struggle between my legs and I
wasn't sure I was even going to be able to
come until Monica scooted down and took my
nipple into her mouth and gave it a slight
tug with her teeth.  That's all it took and I
felt myself flood, my hips shaking with
pleasure, my sex quivering and pulsing.  My
skin felt like it had been plugged into some
kind of electrical current as everything just
continued to tremble, my insides almost
vibrating.  I lay there thinking that just
when I thought anything couldn't get any
better, turning our threesome into a foursome
had just proved it could.

OFFICE OF WALTER SKINNER
FBI HEADQUARTERS
WASHINGTON, DC
The next week
Mulder had been working on a particularly
difficult, and controversial, X-File with
John and Monica and I had been called in to
do the autopsy on the latest victim.  Several
bodies had been found with no discernable
cause of death and the FBI was getting itchy
that it might be some kind of unknown bio
terrorism.

"I want this case to be your top priority.
Move everything else aside," Skinner told us.
John, Monica and Mulder and I were sitting
attentively around the conference table in
his office, reporting to him about what had
been found thus far. I didn't feel awkward at
being together in this situation and if any
of the others did, they didn't show it.
John, of course, was oblivious.  If he only
knew...

"I think the crime scene in St. Louis
contains the most evidence," Mulder noted.
"I think we need to go there and dig deeper."

John rolled his eyes and shook his head,
obviously disagreeing with Mulder's
assessment.  "The two bodies in Fairfax have
provided more information thus far; why go to
St. Louis?" John asked.

Monica looked at Mulder and then toward John
before speaking.  "I agree with Mulder.
While there may be more evidence in Fairfax,
I think the perpetrators got sloppy in St.
Louis and we might find something more
distinctive there," Monica said.

"Well, I think it's unnecessary," John said,
indicating he thought Mulder and Monica were
being foolish.  "There is no possible reason
to go to St. Louis, unless the two of you
just want to see the Arch," he said
facetiously.

"Enough," Skinner said, putting an end to
John's display.  "Do what you have to do, but
solve this case," Skinner said, standing from
the table signaling the end to the meeting.

MULDER & SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON, DC Later that evening
"What time's your flight?" I asked as I
helped Mulder pack some socks and underwear.

"Nine sixteen, so I need to be out of here by
no later than six, I guess," he said, adding
a couple of t-shirts to his bag.

"How long do you think you'll be gone?" I
asked as I wrapped my arms low around his
waist.

Mulder returned my embrace, "Any time I can't
sleep with you is too long," he said, bending
to give me a soft kiss.

"Monica'll keep you company," I teased,
innocently, I thought.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Mulder said, backing away from me suddenly.

"Mulder, I'm teasing," I told him,
unbelieving that he had taken my comment
seriously.

Mulder sat on the bed and looked up at me.
"You think because Monica has joined our
group that we might continue that on the
road?"

I moved over to him and stepped between his
legs.  "No, I don't think that.  I was
TEASING you," I said, giving him a soft kiss.
"Should I think that?" I added and probably
shouldn't have.

"I can't believe you'd ask me that," he said,
his hands grasping my waist.

I smiled at him and draped my arms around his
neck.  "I know she turns you on, Mulder.
I've seen you react to her, remember?" I
teased.

Mulder began to kiss my neck, his hands
sliding down to caress my ass.  "What turns
me on is seeing you with her, Scully," he
said, arousal starting to cloud his voice. He
kissed my breast through my t-shirt and bra
and I felt the heavy feeling of arousal
begin in my abdomen.  "I thought I'd die that
first time you went down on her," he said,
his voice no more than a whisper.  He
continued to undress me until I stood before
him fully naked, him still fully clothed.

"Get your clothes off and I'll make you sorry
you're leaving," I whispered into his ear.

"Just seeing you already makes me sorry I'm
leaving," he said, kissing my breasts.  By
the time he undressed, he was already hard as
a pipe and I was dripping wet in
anticipation.  I was lying on my back on the
bed and when he crawled up next to me, he
immediately pushed my legs apart and buried
his face in my mound.

"Mmmmmm, Mulder," I moaned as I began to
squirm from the stimulation.  "Oh, god," I
gasped, my hips coming off the mattress when
he inserted a finger and began to pump.  He
sucked each of my outer lips into his mouth
and then licked everywhere except on my
clitoris and my whimpers of frustration
became almost embarrassing.  He added another
finger and then another and began to pump
faster and deeper.  His knotted fingers
provided a knobby surface that his smooth
penis didn't have and I loved it when he went
at me like this.

"What do you want, Scully?" he teased.  I
opened my eyes long enough to look down at
him and could see his tormenting little
smile.

"You know exactly what I want and if you
don't give it to me, Mulder, I am going to
get my gun," I told him, falling back against
the pillows when he finally took my clitoris
in his mouth and sucked.  His knotted fingers
continued to move in and out of me as his
mouth pulled on my bud and I felt like I was
being mesmerized by the sultan of
cunnilingus.  I had thought I wanted to come,
but I found myself perfectly content to just
lie there and enjoy what Mulder was doing.

But then he stopped and grasped my knees and
lifted them into the air, his granite hard
penis plunging into me almost before I
realized his mouth had left my center.
"Uhhhhhhh," he grunted as he pushed into me,
his voice deep and extremely erotic.  He
pushed my legs further forward, almost
parallel with my body and I was as wide open
as I could possibly be.  "Uhhhhhh, Uhhhhhh,
Uhhhhhh," his throaty groans chanted every
time he entered me.  He leaned over and took
my left nipple in his mouth, his hips still
pumping away.  God, he could make me feel so
good.  I just laid there and let him fuck me
senseless, unable to do much more than return
his sounds.

"God, Mulder," I sighed, the feeling of him
filling me so full absolutely wonderful.
Finally, I reached down and began to rub my
clitoris, a movement that garnered me a
smile; Mulder loves it when I touch myself.
I kept rubbing and he kept pumping and
finally I could feel my climax building, my
groin muscles drawing to an almost painful
tightness, my breath and my sounds
quickening.

"Come on, Scully," Mulder said, wanting me to
come.  "Come on...  I'm just waiting for
you."  I pushed my clitoris harder against my
pubic bone and took my breast in my other
hand and in a few intense seconds, everything
sprang loose.  Mulder thrusted a few more
times and came into me in several fitful
motions.  For all intents and purposes, a
simultaneous orgasm.  Good work, Mulder.

THE STARLIGHT MOTEL
ST. CHARLES, MO
Two days later
"So do you think Isabella actually had the
power to 'think' people into dying?" Monica
asked him.  She and Mulder had solved the
case in St. Louis; at least the police had a
suspect who they could tie to the latest one.
But Monica and Mulder had a different take on
just exactly how the murders took place.

"Yeah, actually I do," Mulder told her,
giving her one of his skewed smiles.  They
were both sitting on the bed in Mulder's
room, photos and reports scattered all over
the spread between them.  "Scully and I had a
case that was eerily similar to this one,
believe it or not."

Monica smiled "You two had quite a history on
the X-Files; I've read some of them."

"Yeah, we did," Mulder answered, smiling a
nostalgic smile that Monica noticed.

"You're great together, Mulder," Monica told
him, making him slightly uncomfortable.  "And
you two must have an incredible relationship
to allow Walter and me to become a part of
it.  Not everyone is that secure."

Somewhere inside, Mulder knew better than to
be discussing the 'weekend' relationship
outside of the weekend and most definitely
knew better than to be discussing his
relationship with me with someone else, even
Monica.  But, that didn't seem to stop him.

"Yeah, we are great together," he smiled.  "I
never thought I'd have anything in my life
close to what I have with Scully."  Monica
nodded supportingly, glad to hear Mulder open
up, not realizing that she was participating
in a conversation that could potentially piss
me off.

"I love being in the relationship with you,
Mulder... and Dana," Monica told him.
"Walter and I already had a great sexual
arrangement and when he told me about the
opportunity to join another couple, I was
immediately intrigued.  But when he told me
it was you and Dana, I was bowled over," she
smiled.

"Scully had figured out that it was you
Walter was bringing; said you were putting
out vibes the week before," Mulder grinned at
her.

"Really?" Monica asked, genuinely surprised.

"Actually, I think part of it was because she
wanted it to be true," Mulder chuckled.

"Why would you say that?" Monica questioned.

"You mean you don't know?" Mulder asked to
Monica's questioning look.  "She was excited
about YOU joining us, Monica, not just
another woman.  I figured you already knew
that.  She knows you've always been attracted
to her..."

Monica seemed surprised; both by what Mulder
told her and the fact that he was telling
her.  "Um, I didn't realize...  She told you
that?"

"Well, not in so many words, but I know her,
Monica.  Scully isn't always forthcoming in
words, but I can usually tell what's on her
mind," Mulder told her.  Monica didn't really
respond and Mulder just kept talking.  "I
think, initially, when you joined, she might
have been a bit jealous of you, not really
knowing how she felt about seeing me with
another woman."

"Did you have problems with her being with
Walter in the beginning?" Monica asked
tentatively, hoping that my feelings weren't
unique.

Mulder thought for a few moments, "No.
Actually, I couldn't wait to see her with
him," he laughed.  "It was something I wanted
her to have."

Monica just nodded, unable to make eye
contact with him for fear that he would
notice how unsettled she was.  She was
disturbed to hear Mulder say he thought I
might be jealous of him being with her and
suddenly she felt uncomfortable about the
whole arrangement, something she hadn't felt
before.

"I've got something for both of you for an
upcoming weekend," Mulder told her.
"Something I think you'll both really enjoy
together."  But Monica wasn't so sure she
would be enjoying any part of it any more.

MULDER & SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, WASHINGTON, DC
Two days later
Mulder had returned home from his trip to St.
Louis with Monica and was satisfied that they
had solved the case.  He had different
theories about how and why the woman had
committed the murders, but the guilty person
was arrested so all was well that ended well.
And, as usual, after having been out on the
road, he came home hornier than hell.  He
damned near jumped me when he got in just
before dawn and we fucked our brains out
before we even went in to work.

The next evening, Mulder had gone to play
basketball with his regular weekly league
and, frankly, I was glad he was finding
another outlet for his physical energy
besides his outlet between my legs.  I used
his absence to pick up a bit around the
apartment and was getting a couple of things
packed for our upcoming foursome weekend.
Mulder hadn't mentioned taking any of the
toys, but I thought I'd pack a couple and
surprise him.  I figured Monica was ready.

There was a knock at the door and I thought
maybe Mulder had forgotten his key until I
looked at the clock and realized it was way
too early for Mulder to be home.  I checked
the eyehole and saw Monica standing in the
hall, her hands nervously stuffed into the
pockets of her leather jacket.

"Hi, Monica... Come in," I told her as I
opened the door.  "What brings you out?"

"Well, I, uh," she stuttered.  "Can we talk?"
she asked.  I got the feeling she knew Mulder
wasn't home and wanted to talk to me
privately.

"Sure," I told her.  "Can I get you something
to drink?  I have some new tea..."

"Yeah, that would be great," she answered
absently, very obviously preoccupied with
something.  She took off her jacket and sat
down at the kitchen table while I started the
water and got a couple of mugs from the
cabinet.

"What's on your mind, Monica?" I asked over
my shoulder, wanting her to just tell me.

Monica took a deep breath and I sensed that
she was not only nervous, but emotionally
upset.  "I'll just get to the point, Dana.
While we were on the case in St. Louis,
Mulder and I had a chance to talk about our
weekends..."

"He talked to you about that?" I said,
somewhat irritated that Mulder had done so.

"Look, Dana, it just came up while we were
talking about the X-Files and other things. I
started the conversation," she explained,
trying to ease my annoyance.  "I just need to
know something and I need you to be totally
honest with me.  Okay?"

"Okay," I answered seeing that Monica was
deadly serious and she was beginning to worry
me.  I poured the boiling water over the
teabags and joined her at the table.

"Are you okay with Mulder and I being
together on our weekends?  Does it bother you
when it's him and me?" she asked bluntly.

I wasn't sure where all of this was coming
from, but I knew I had to choose my words
very carefully or our 'arrangement' would be
over.  "I'll be honest with you, Monica.
Before I figured out who Walter might be
bringing to join us, I wasn't exactly sure
how I would feel about Mulder being with
another woman," I explained.  "He had told me
he wanted to see me with her and he had been
so understanding and accepting when I wanted
to be with another man, that I thought I owed
it to him to at least try adding a woman to
our group.

"I expressed that to him.  But after I
suspicioned that the woman was you, I was
actually looking forward to it; seeing him
with you and, quite frankly, being with you
myself," I admitted to her.  "I knew he would
be very satisfied by it."

"Only for that reason?" she questioned.

I found myself hesitating for a few moments
before answering, but then realized I owed
Monica the honest truth.  "No.  After Mulder
expressed he wanted a woman to be with us,
the idea intrigued me, more than I thought it
would.  Actually, it aroused me... very
much," I confessed.  "And, as I told you
before, Monica, I hadn't thought about you as
anything but a friend, a good friend.  But
after... after I realized it was you Walter
was bringing... well, I, um, was... excited-
more than excited," I chuckled.

Monica finally smiled and I could tell by the
expression that spread onto her face that she
was okay; satisfied that I was okay, more
than okay, about our weekend trysts.

"Can I ask you something else, Dana?" Monica
said, a sly smile on her face.

"Yeah..." I answered tentatively, not sure I
was going to want to answer what she was
going to ask me.

"Have you been with Mulder and Walter at the
same time, both at the same time?" she asked,
her smile growing.

I guess we were all breaking our rule not to
talk about our weekends except during our
weekends, so I answered her.  "Yes, several
times, actually," I said, unable to contain
the satisfied smile that spread on my face.

"How... how was it?" she curiously asked.

"Absolutely glorious," I told her, knowing
exactly what was going to happen at our next
meeting.

Continued in Pt. 3


WESTIN HOTEL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Saturday
Walter had booked the room this time and had
gotten a different suite, one with only one
king-sized bed since we never used the other
one anyway, and a large Jacuzzi.  Mulder and
I had arrived first this time and had ordered
several things we could snack on from room
service.  After Monica and Walter arrived, we
wasted no time in getting our clothes off and
slipping into the Jacuzzi.  It was just big
enough for the four of us, Walter and
Mulder's knees touching in the middle.

I moved to sit on Walter's lap, facing him,
hoping Monica would take it as a sign for her
to be with Mulder-- and she did.  I could
feel Walter's erection against my thigh and I
gave it a stroke or two as I kissed him, his
big hand covering my breast.  I wanted more
and I turned around in his lap, steadying his
penis beneath me as I sat down on it, the wet
head popping through my sphincter easily in
the warm water.  I hooked my legs outside
Walter's thighs and he held my waist to hold
me down on him against the buoyancy of the
water.

I could watch Monica and Mulder from this
position and they were kissing very
passionately, Monica straddling his hips,
humping him with enough fervor to splash the
water a bit.  Mulder scooted down a bit and
held his penis and Monica pushed herself down
on it, Mulder sighing in response.  Mulder
clasped his hands behind her back as she
leaned against his arms, her head back, her
eyes closed in pleasure.

We all continued to move, Mulder and I making
eye contact as we each watched the other fuck
another person.  One of Walter's hands was
covering my breast, the other still holding
onto my hip to prevent me from floating up in
the water as he thrusted up into my ass.  I
leaned forward just a bit to touch Monica, my
hands stroking her shoulders, down her back
under the water.  Mulder leaned her back
enough on his arms that I was able to kiss
her and we made out while Mulder and Walter
continued to fuck us.  It was wonderful.

Fucking in water always sounds so romantic
and so sexually exciting, but, to be honest,
it isn't very practical.  It's really hard
not to float which makes it even more
difficult to push or thrust very hard which
makes orgasm next to impossible.  It was fun
and it felt good, but we all realized that we
weren't going to be able to have much of a
finish that way.  So, eventually, we all
disengaged and we snacked a bit on the food
we had ordered and enjoyed a glass of wine.
We fed each other and passed fruit from mouth
to mouth as we kissed and ate.

"Having sex in this thing isn't what I'd
thought it would be," Walter joked.

"Especially with four of us.  It was starting
to remind me of a blender," Mulder observed.

"So, what is everyone wanting tonight?"
Walter asked, smiling at all three of us.

"I think we should all get out of this tub
before we look like prunes and move to the
bed.  I'm sure we'll come up with something,"
I smiled.  Walter and I got out first and I
dried him slowly with a soft towel and he
returned the favor.  It felt good.

Mulder and Monica stayed in the tub for a
little while longer, Monica back in his lap
as Mulder did his work on her breasts.
Walter and I were on the bed and I was
helping to insure the reappearance of his
erection with my hand when Monica and Mulder
finally got out of the tub, Mulder's erection
making a fine showing.  God, he is beautiful.

I thought Walter and I would wait for Monica
and Mulder, but he surprised me by pushing me
to my back and spreading my legs.  His thick
penis found my opening easily and we began to
have plain old missionary sex in the center
of the bed.  Of everything all of us had
done, all of the positions and combinations
we had tried, I don't think Walter and I had
just had an old fashioned fuck.  And too bad
we waited, because he was really good at it.
His hips pushed against me firmly, his penis
filling me full.  He was attentive to the
rest of my body, his hands and mouth finding
my breasts, my lips and everywhere in
between.  He was making me feel really,
really good.

"You two having fun?" Monica teased, her and
Mulder just sitting close to us on the bed,
watching and listening to us fuck.

"Oh, yessss," I sighed, feeling my abdomen
begin to tighten, readying for climax.

Walter kissed me thoroughly before sitting
back on his haunches, holding on to my bottom
as he continued to pound into me.  The wet
sound of our flesh slapping against each
other echoed in the room in tandem with
Walter's grunts and my moans and whimpers.
"Harder, Walter.  I'm close... Oh, oh, oh," I
started panting.  "Yes, yes, yessssss," I
screamed as I released, my bottom shuddering
in his hands.  He didn't still during my
orgasm to let me ride it out as Mulder always
did and just kept pumping away in me.  My
orgasm became two which became three and I
lost count after he came in me, Walter always
seeming to have a big load.

"Goddamn, that was good, Scully," Walter
groaned to me as he lay over me, both of us
panting.  He moved off of me and looked at me
with a big grin on his face.  "What a way to
start the weekend," he teased and the four of
us laughed.

Finally, I sat up and moved over to Mulder,
kissing him as I stroked him.  "Now it's your
turn," I said against his lips.  I turned to
Monica and gave her a smile only another
woman would understand and gave her a soft
kiss.

"Lay down, Monica," I asked softly and she
did as I asked.  Then I looked at Mulder and
he knew immediately what I wanted.  He moved
over Monica and began to kiss her, his hand
reaching to massage her breast, his groin
slowly humping her mound before moving to
enter her.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, her hands stoking his
back, over his beautiful bottom.  I was still
dripping from Walter's ejaculation, but I
could feel my folds swelling and lubricating
all over again, very turned on by watching
Mulder and Monica enjoy a good fuck.  "God,
you're deep, Mulder..."

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh, god, yessssss," she sighed, her hips
meeting him thrust for thrust.  I think we
all benefited from the fact that all of us
were in such good physical shape; it made us
able to go again and again and it helped with
a few of the different positions we tried.
What we did during our weekends was not for
the weak.

"Ohhhhhh, jesus Christ!" Mulder moaned and I
could tell he was trying to hold on long
enough to wait for Monica, but it was getting
difficult.  I reached over and slipped my
hand between them to rub Monica's clitoris
and that was all she needed.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," she yelled loudly, her hips
coming up off the mattress as she climaxed.
Mulder kept pumping and pumping, Monica
squirming under him as her orgasm was
becoming almost painful.  "Oh, Mulder, god!
Uhhhhhhhhhh," she yelled as he came inside
her, his hips continuing to slap against her
until he finished.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Mulder moaned into
the side of Monica's neck as he lay over her,
trying to catch his breath.

"Yes, Mulder, that's exactly what that was,"
I teased as I bent to give him a loving kiss
on his left butt cheek.  Walter chuckled and
began smoothing his hand over the
perspiration on Mulder's skin.

Finally, Mulder was able to move off Monica
and flopped down next to her on his back, his
glistening penis flopping against his thigh.
Even soft, he was huge... and beautiful.
God, I loved looking at his naked body; his
solid chest with nice firm nipples that had
just the right amount of hair around them.
He had just enough hair on his chest to tease
my breasts and the line of hair that grew
down his stomach to his pubic area was so
sexy it made me shiver.  And, erect, I have
no doubt that his penis was at least nine
inches of beautiful, thick muscle and I had
the pleasure of having it inside me on a more
than regular basis.

I lay down and snuggled into Mulder's sexy
frame and Walter lay next to Monica and we
all napped for a while, giving the guys a
chance to reload and giving Monica and I an
opportunity to rest and we took it.

I actually woke first for a change, still
snuggled into Mulder, but Walter's leg was
intertwined with mine and his crotch was
nestled next to my behind.  I could sense
Walter begin to stir and he wrapped his arm
around both Mulder and me.  Walter began to
push his erection against me and his hand
slipped to my breast and I knew he was ready
to go again.  I turned away from Mulder to
look at Walter before he got too worked up.
"Save that for a few minutes, okay?" I
whispered to him, Walter not knowing why, but
trusting me.

By this time, Mulder was awake and Monica had
sat up and was leaning against Walter's back.
I gave Mulder a quick kiss and gave Walter a
gentle nudge so that he would lie on his
back.  I think Mulder must have read my mind
because he reached to the nightstand for the
lubricant and handed it to me.  I squirted a
dollop into my hand and covered Walter's
sizable erection, the others, I think,
assuming I was readying him for myself.

"Come here, Monica," I said to her.  She
smiled to me and moved over Walter and got on
all fours just long enough for me to cover
her anus with lubricant and to finger her a
little bit to help relax her sphincter.
"Turn around," I asked and she faced away
from Walter and steadied herself over his
flagging penis.  I helped to center him and
her eyes snapped shut as soon as she felt his
glans against her tight little muscle.  "Just
relax, Monica," I told her as I held on to
Walter's penis until Monica slid down far
enough to allow the head to pop inside her.

"Oh, my god," she sighed, her hips shuddering
at the sensation.  Walter held onto her waist
as she slid all the way down on him, Walter's
penis disappearing up inside her.  Mulder had
scooted up behind me and was kissing my neck
as his hand began to play between my legs as
I sat next to Walter and Monica.  After
Walter began to move in Monica, I reached
back and took hold of Mulder's reliable
erection and leaned back against him.

"I want Monica to experience what I did," I
told him softly.  He smiled and gave me a
deep kiss, his fingers giving me a final
tickle.  Mulder moved over to straddle
Walter's legs and wrapped Monica's spread
legs around his hips and he moved in front of
her, both of them smiling at each other,
Monica wanting this very much.

Monica leaned back a bit to give Mulder
better access and Walter held on to her
sides. "Relax, Monica.  I've got you," Walter
assured her.  I could feel myself lubricating
and twitching just observing them and I began
to rub my fingers through my slick folds as I
watched.

"Uhhhhhhh," Monica sighed as Mulder entered,
her abdomen quivering from the sensation.  I
knew the tremendous sensations she was
feeling from being so full and suddenly found
myself wanting more than my own hand.

Mulder began to pump and Monica gasped,
biting her lip.  "Okay, Monica?" Mulder
asked, checking to see if he should continue.
All she was able to do was nod, but a slow,
satisfied smile began to spread across her
face.  Walter started to move under her, his
penis buried to the hilt in her rectum, a
look of bliss on his face as well.  Then
Mulder's hips began to move in and out of her
and he and Walter began a sensual slow rhythm
within Monica and I could tell she was barely
able to endure the overwhelming sensations.

Mulder had his arms wrapped around Monica and
soon her weight fell forward into him and out
of Walter's grasp.  Walter's hand began to
stroke her skin, over her shoulders and down
her back, squeezing her bottom, pulling her
cheeks apart as he continued to watch himself
pump into her.  Monica held onto Mulder's
shoulders for leverage, her hips moving in
counter-rhythm to their thrusting, her moans
beginning to escalate as her orgasm was very
obviously building.

"Come here, Scully," Walter said to me,
indicating for me to move over his face.  I
gladly complied and placed my dripping vulva
just above his ready lips.  I held onto the
headboard for balance and Walter parted my
folds with his fingers.  His big, thick
tongue began to lap at me, my labia already
swollen and sensitive from watching the two
men with Monica, so it immediately felt
wonderful.

"Mmmmmmm, Walter...  That feels sooooo good,"
I told him through the haze of my arousal, my
hips undulating above his face.

I could hear Mulder, his 'uhhhhh, uhhhhh,
uhhhhh' each time he thrusted into Monica.
"Oh, fuck, I'm close, Monica," he told her,
shifting his knees to push into her as hard
as he could, his hips banging against her
engorged clitoris with every stroke.

Walter inserted a finger inside me, then a
second and began to rub inside me, his tongue
flicking firmly against my clitoris.  Just as
he was getting me to where I wanted to go, I
could feel his movements becoming erratic,
the flow of his panting breath against my sex
and knew he was about to lose it inside
Monica.  "Godddddammmmmmn," Walter groaned,
his hips jerking, coming into Monica's rectum
with all he had.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Monica screamed, actually
screamed as he did, her climax following
close behind.  Mulder held onto her as she
squirmed in his arms, barely able to
physically tolerate her sensations, her
climax obviously a very hard one.  "I can't,
oh god, please... I can't," she cried as
Mulder emptied into her, his semen pushing
out of her with each of his finishing
strokes, the white liquid dripping from her
onto Walter's scrotum below her.

Walter tried to continue to stimulate me, but
I knew he barely knew where he was at the
moment, so I moved off of him and helped
Mulder lay Monica's limp body down on the
bed, her hips jerking when Walter's penis
flopped out of her.  Mulder lay down beside
her, barely able to breathe himself.  All of
them lay there sated and satisfied and I was
left hanging high and dry, well, maybe not
dry, but I needed satisfaction soon or I was
going to explode.

I had wanted Monica to experience both men,
to feel what I had felt from them on several
occasions and watching them had been very
erotic and satisfying in and of itself.  But,
I needed to come!  I wrapped my leg over
Mulder's and half spread myself over him as
he lay flat on his back next to me, still
trying to catch his breath.  I spread my
labia open so that I could feel the wiry hair
on his thigh and began to undulate against
him, essentially masturbating myself against
his hairy leg.  And it worked.  I was able
to, at least, have a minor orgasm but it was
enough to satisfy me.

"I'm sorry, Scully," Mulder was able to
mumble, taking me into his arms as I lay on
top of him.  "I just couldn't..."

"I know, I know," I told him, kissing his
swollen lips.  I gathered the sheet and
spread from the end of the bed and covered
all of us from the chill of the air against
our moist skin.  All of us were more than
ready for sleep.

The next morning, I woke up first and headed
for the shower, enjoying the hot firm water
beating off my skin.  After I dried, I
reached for my robe, and went into the living
area of the suite and turned on the morning
news programs.  It seemed like quite a while
before anyone else got up, but I could
finally hear someone in the shower.  I was on
the couch reading the complimentary newspaper
and turned to see Monica enter the room,
totally nude except for the towel that was
wrapped around her hair.

"Good morning," she said, toweling at her
hair to dry it.

"Yes, it is," I smiled, watching her as she
stretched.  "Join me?" I asked, handing her
the main section of the paper.  She put a
couple of pillows against the arm of the
couch and relaxed against them, opening the
paper.  She didn't seem to have a self
conscious bone in her body.  So I stood and
removed my robe, tossing it in a chair and
sat back down on the couch.

"I like your tattoo," Monica said from behind
her paper.  "A college escapade?"

I suddenly felt embarrassed by my momentary
lapse of reason that led to the tattoo and
the events surrounding it, events that Monica
obviously knew nothing about.  "No, a foolish
choice that ended up being an X-File," I
answered truthfully.

Monica lowered her paper and smiled at me.
"You'll have to tell me about it sometime."
She tossed her paper to the coffee table and
sat up, her legs crossing lotus style in
front of her.  "I just wanted to thank you
for last night, Dana.  That was the most
intense experience of my life," she told me,
her voice emotional.  "And I know you ended
up on the short end of things so that the
other three of us could experience that.
Thank you."  She moved closer and gave me a
loving kiss, something that took me aback
since it was out of the context of our
foursome, but I found myself returning it.

"Um, I, uh, enjoyed seeing all of you
satisfying each other, Monica," I explained.
"That's another thing you'll notice when we
are together.  None of us are selfish; just
the opposite, actually."

"I noticed," Monica smiled.  We sat back for
a while and continued to read the paper, half
listen to the television pundits.  And then
it dawned on me...

"Where are Walter and Mulder?  Surely they're
up," I said as I stood from the couch.

"I think 'up' might be the operative word,
Dana," Monica smiled, standing to follow me
to the bedroom.  And when we entered, I
understood what she meant.  Walter was on his
stomach spread eagle as Mulder pumped in and
out of his ass.  I guess we had missed most
of it because Mulder came just as Monica and
I stepped closer to the bed.

Mulder collapsed on Walter's back, laying
there for a few moments to catch his breath
before reaching around under him and finished
what Walter had been doing to himself.  He
came into Mulder's hand in short time.  I
still don't think they knew Monica and I were
standing there, Mulder continuing to lie over
Walter's back, his hips still slowly rubbing
against Walter's bottom.  God, they were two
beautiful men.

I crawled up on the bed and snuggled in
closely to the two of them, my hand soothing
the quivering muscles of Mulder's ass.
Monica crawled up on the other side, bending
to give Walter a kiss before telling both of
them, "That was beautiful..."

I scooted out of the way as Mulder moved off
Walter's back and rolled over on his own.
"Let's go take a shower," I whispered to him
and he followed me into the bathroom.  After
we got into the shower stall and the water
began to beat down on us, Mulder was finally
able to focus well enough to kiss me.

"How long were you watching us?" Mulder
asked.

"Long enough," I smiled.  "Monica is right;
the two of you are beautiful together.  Not
in my wildest imagination would I have ever
thought that seeing you together would turn
me on as much as it does."

Mulder kissed me again before reaching for my
sea sponge and the liquid soap and began to
slowly lather my body.  "Why?" he asked, his
hand stalling over my breast.

"Why?" I repeated, giving me a second to
think.  "I guess part of it is just the
beauty of the muscles of your bodies moving
together.  But, I think, what most arouses me
is that you are so free in being sexual with
him and have no self-consciousness about that
aspect of your sexuality."

Mulder smiled at me, liking my response very
much and the sponge slid down my abdomen to
between my legs.  "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, both
from pleasure and some discomfort as I was a
bit tender.  I turned around and he washed my
back, over my bottom, lifting each foot to
wash my toes.  After he finished, we kissed a
while and I took the sponge from him and
soaped his body, enjoying rubbing my hands
over his muscular skin.

"That feels good," he smiled to me as I
washed between his legs.  "Make sure that
area is really clean."  I chuckled, but I
made sure that area was really, really clean.
Then I wrapped my arms around his middle,
laying my head against his chest, his big
arms enfolding me.  We stood like that for a
long time, just holding each other, letting
the warm water wash over us.

"I love you," I told him before we kissed,
his hands sliding down to grasp my bottom.
He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his
waist, my sex pressed up against his abdomen.
God, I wanted him.  He turned me against the
wall and inserted his penis up into me.

"Mulllllder... God... Ohgod..." I moaned, my
arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around
his waist.  His hands were under my bottom,
my back against the tile of the shower as he
pumped into me, the sound of my back
squeaking against the ceramic echoing in the
stall.  The water that was cascading over us
went unnoticed as my climax hit, the pulsing
of my inner muscles sending him over the edge
shortly after.  He managed to sit down on the
corner ledge, still holding my now limp body
on his lap.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Scully..." he managed
to blaspheme through his rapid breathing.

"Mulder..." I chastised, my face still buried
in the crook of his neck trying to catch my
breath.  I kissed his neck, his shoulder
several times before moving back to look at
him, kissing his lips.

"You know, Mulder, I love having sex with
Walter and Monica, the four of us together,"
I told him.  "But there is nothing in the
world as good as making love with you."

Mulder kissed me several more times, kissed
my breasts before he stood, reaching for the
shampoo.  He squeezed out a small dab in his
hand and began massaging it into my hair.  I
leaned back against him, feeling his passion
throughout every nerve of my body, knowing
his love would be enough if everything with
Monica and Walter ended tomorrow.

Mulder and I dried each other and decided to
go find Monica and Walter, figuring they'd be
fucking each other into a stupor in one
position or the other.  But instead, we found
them snuggled naked on the couch, Walter
watching TV and Monica fast asleep, the
picture of domesticity.

We ordered room service, omelets, coffee,
juice, bacon for Mulder and lots of fresh
fruit.  Mulder and I put on our robes only to
answer the door and the four of us had a nice
naked leisurely breakfast.  We moved the
party to the bed, Mulder bringing the tray of
fruit and sitting it on the nightstand.

"Shall we end this weekend with a bang?"
Mulder joked, his sense of humor often
bordering on sophomoric, but endearing all
the same.  He reached over to the tray of
fruit and presented a piece of pineapple to
my mouth and I closed my lips over it and the
end of his fingers.  He smiled as he felt me
begin to suck on his fingers and I noticed
his other hand begin to slowly stroke his
soft penis.  "Good?" he asked.

"Sweet," I smiled as I ate the section of
pineapple.  Mulder reached to the nightstand
and brought the tray over to set it on the
bed between us.  Walter popped a slice of
banana in his mouth, offering a strawberry to
Monica and they kissed as they ate, mingling
the fruit in their mouths.

"Mmmmmm, strawberry-banana.  One of my
favorite combinations," Monica teased.

Soon, Mulder dipped his fingers into the bowl
of sweet cream cheese fruit dip in the center
of the tray and spread it on the end of my
breast, covering the entire areole. He bent
to lick my nipple, which was tightly peaked
from the cool sauce and began to lick, then
sucking most of the end of my breast into his
mouth, still stroking himself.

"My favorite fruit," he smiled at me after he
finished.

I followed his lead and spread a dollop of
the dressing onto his penis and lowered my
head to take him between my lips, sucking the
sweetness into my mouth.  "Ditto," I said,
smiling at him.

Mulder pushed softly against my stomach,
obviously wanting me to lie down and I
complied.  He pushed my knees apart and I
sighed, knowing just about what he was
planning to do next.  I bent my knees,
opening myself to him as he reached for a
large strawberry, licking it thoroughly.  My
sex began to quiver in anticipation even
before he touched me and I was almost
embarrassed when I felt my liquid trickle
onto the skin below my opening.

Monica and Walter watched as Mulder parted my
folds and pushed the strawberry just inside
me, the feeling of the nubbly seeds giving me
a tingle.  He scooted down on the bed and
lowered his head between my legs, licking me
from bottom to top with his firm tongue.  His
motion caused my vulva to spasm from the
sensation and I was afraid the berry might be
pulled up into my vagina.  But then I felt
Mulder's tongue working on the piece of fruit
and felt it pop out of me and into his mouth.
He immediately moved up over me and we kissed
as we ate the sweet berry flavored with the
taste of my body.

"Oh, fuck," Walter sighed, obviously very
turned on by what he had just witnessed.
Monica smiled at him and picked up a slice of
red apple, sliding down to lay back against
the pillows.  She bent her knees and opened
her legs and inserted the piece of fruit into
her opening, Walter barely able to get to her
quick enough.  Mulder sat up to get a better
look and I joined him.

"What?  Didn't get enough breakfast?" Mulder
teased Walter as he ate the coated fruit from
Monica's body. After he'd finished, he kissed
her abdomen several times, just above her
pubic hair.  He reached to the fruit tray for
another piece of fruit, but I stopped him.

"Here, let me," I told him quietly, reaching
for a good sized rectangle of melon.  I bent
to kiss Monica's breast first and then moved
her thigh open a bit to be able to see what I
was doing.  I slid the cool fruit into her
opening and the sight of the minty green pulp
protruding from between her folds was
strangely erotic and I couldn't seem to take
my eyes off of her mound.

Continued in Pt. 4

"Ladies first," Walter said, noticing my
reaction, I think.  I smiled at him and gave
Monica a glance before I bent slowly and
began to lick her swollen lips.  God, she was
wet, obviously very turned on by our little
game.  I took hold of the end of the melon
with my lips, sucking it into my mouth,
grasping it with my teeth.  Half of it was
hanging out my mouth, the green fruit
glistening with her fluids.  I moved over her
on all fours and lowered the fruit, still
between my teeth, to her mouth.


We kissed and ate the sweet melon for several
long moments, our bodies sensually moving
against each other and I was very turned on.
I stopped kissing her and moved back a little
to look at her and I could see that she was
feeling the same way I was.  Discovering how
I felt being with Monica made me realize how
much less a role penetration actually played
in arousal than I had always thought it had.

I'm not sure if Mulder knew what I was
thinking, but he seemed to decide that he was
going to make me rethink my theory and moved
over behind me and entered me with a quick,
hard thrust.  "Uhhhhhh," I moaned into
Monica's mouth.  She and I developed a rhythm
in concert with Mulder's thrusting in and out
of me and I was sandwiched between two
wonderful sensations.

I heard the top of the lubricant bottle
popping open and felt Walter move on the bed.
Mulder's body lifted from my back and he
pulled out of me, immediately penetrating
Monica and I watched her eyes close in
elation.  I bent down and took her nipple
into my mouth and her back arched, her body
pressing up to mine as Mulder continued to
fuck her.

Meanwhile, Walter had lubricated himself and
Mulder's anus and had pushed himself into his
rectum, Mulder groaning as he fell back over
me, his weight held by his outstretched arms,
his palms flat on the bed.  Once he was able
to clear a bit of the initial arousal from
his head, he was able to speak.  "Hand me the
lubricant, Walter," Mulder said.

Soon I felt his wetted fingers against my
anus, somehow finding their way between our
bodies.  I wasn't sure what he was going to
do, considering the current configuration of
everyone's bodies, but I should know better
than to ever underestimate Mulder's
resourcefulness, particularly when it came to
sexual satisfaction.

A finger slipped past my sphincter and he
made a stirring motion to open and relax the
tiny muscle before inserting a second finger
and beginning a very satisfying fucking of my
ass.  So there we all were, Monica and I
kissing and rubbing against each other, her
breasts teasing mine as Mulder fucked her
vagina and my rectum, Walter pounding into
Mulder's ass.

Monica screamed first, her orgasm hitting
hard, her whole body quivering and jerking
through it.  "Oh, god, I can't... Ohhhhh,"
she tried to speak, probably wanting Mulder
to stop for a few moments to let her ride it
out; something he was unable to do with
Walter banging in and out of him.

"Let me pull out, Walter," Mulder said,
Walter moving back to let Mulder move out of
Monica but he quickly pushed into me, his
fingers momentarily stilled inside my rectum.
But soon, he began to fuck me, his fingers
pumped again in my ass and I could feel the
push of Mulder's hips against mine when
Walter shoved back into him.

I came soon thereafter, a clitoral orgasm
that was very intense from all of the
pressure behind me pushing me hard into
Monica's pubic bone.  "Oh... My... God..." I
cried, Mulder and Walter pushing my engorged
bud into Monica's hardness over and over and
over and over. Then Mulder did something with
his fingers; I'm not exactly sure what, but I
had an anal orgasm that set my body quivering
so hard Monica had to tighten her arms around
me to keep me on top of her.

"I've got you," she whispered to me, my body
so overloaded with sensations that I could
barely breathe or think.  And if that wasn't
enough, Mulder jerked hard into my vagina,
his penis hitting my cervix so hard it hurt,
his orgasm coming just after Walter lost his
load in Mulder's ass.  "Ohhhhhhh!" I screamed
as my body almost convulsing from everything
that was happening.

"Oh, fuuuuuckkkk!" Mulder yelled, his hips
quivering against my ass, his gluteus maximus
spasming from Walter's hot liquid shooting
into his rectum.  "Ohgodohgodohgoddddddd,"
Mulder chanted.

Walter finally pulled out of Mulder, flopping
down on the bed on his back, his panting deep
and ragged.  Mulder lay down on the other
side of Monica and me and raised his arms to
hold me as I moved into them, lying atop him.

I felt as though my entire body had been
through the orgasm or orgasms, I should say.
My abdominal muscles were still so tightened
I could barely move; my vagina felt like it
was vibrating and my anus burned with
sensations.  I had climaxed so hard, I had a
muscle cramp in the bottom of my foot.

Monica rolled into Mulder and I and I could
feel her breasts against my side, pushing and
relaxing as she continued to pant for needed
air.  I think Walter finally pulled the
blankets up over us and spooned up behind
Monica, but by that point, I was beyond
caring.  We all slept almost until checkout
time, none of us able to shower before we
left and I was thankful no one shared the
elevator with us.  Talk about the smell of
sex; we reeked.

BROOKWOOD LODGE
WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA
Friday evening
We hadn't been together for three long weeks;
Mulder, John and Monica had been out in the
field on two different occasions, Walter
having been called to Chicago for weekend
meeting and we just hadn't been able to work
out the logistics for all four of us to meet.
Monica had told me one day at lunch that she
and Walter had been together several times
and of course, Mulder and I continued to
enjoy our regular sex life when he was home.
But I missed our foursome and was more than
looking forward to the upcoming weekend.

I had remembered that Monica had a birthday
coming up, so we used that as an excuse to
celebrate and rented a cabin at the same
lodge that Walter and Mulder and I had gone
to a couple of times.  We reserved a larger
cabin this time, with two bedrooms and we
double checked to insure we had a king-sized
bed.  The place was nice and secluded and had
a large private deck with an outdoor hot tub.

I had packed a couple of gifts and had
ordered a cake and we planned a small
celebration, all unbeknownst to Monica.  When
Mulder and I were loading the trunk of the
car to leave, I noticed he had placed a small
bag in with our luggage and knew that he had
brought the toys.  I felt my sex twitch.  We
packed lots of groceries so we wouldn't have
to leave the cabin unless we wanted to.

"Wow, this place is great," Monica said when
we entered the cabin.  We sat our bags on the
floor of the living area and she wandered
toward the French doors leading to the deck,
seeing the hot tub.  "Nice and private," she
smiled.  While the three of them unpacked in
the bedroom and bathroom, I went back out to
our car and sneaked the cake in, hiding it
away in one of the cabinets of the kitchen.
I thought a surprise would be fun.

We had decided to go into Winchester to eat
after all and it was somewhat late when we
got back to the cabin.  We had wine with
dinner and I had an Irish coffee instead of
dessert and by the time we got back to the
cabin, I felt a little high from the alcohol.
I didn't drink often, but during the times
when I had, it always lowered my inhibitions
and, quite frankly, I was looking forward to
that.

Mulder and I had decided on the drive up to
save the birthday party for Saturday night
and he hinted that he had a new toy that he
would save also.  We had several and I
couldn't imagine what he might have that he
was so sure Monica and I were going to love.
Hummm...

We had relaxed in the hot tub for a while,
all of us having nice conversation and
enjoying a bit of wine that Walter brought.
We were all incredibly relaxed and mellow,
both from the massage of the tub jets and the
effect of the wine.  We dried each other
before we headed for the bed, all of us
taking turns for a stop in the bathroom.
Mulder delved into his little bag and laid a
couple of vibrators, condoms and a container
of lubricant on the nightstand next to the
bed.  Monica came in with two glasses of ice
water, giving me one for the other
nightstand.  Panting makes you thirsty.

Walter wasted no time and reached for the
vibrating dildo and a condom and slid the
rubber to cover the simulated penis.  He
slathered some lubricant on it and I think
the other three of us were sitting there
wondering which one of us was going to be the
lucky recipient of his intentions.  And then
he turned to me and smiled.

"Lay down, Dana," he told me and I gladly
submitted.  I bent my knees and slowly opened
myself, Walter intently watching and I was
ready to get started.

"Eager are we, Scully," Mulder teased, his
hand smoothing over my breast.

"Actually, yes," I laughed, my hand stroking
up and down my torso, my skin tingling in
anticipation.

Walter was still smiling at me and I waited
for him to insert the dildo.  But instead,
his gaze moved to Monica when he handed her
the glistening tool.  "Jesus," Mulder sighed
and I could tell he was so turned on by what
he was going to get to watch happen that he
could barely speak.

But Monica didn't flinch; simply taking the
vibrator from Walter and moving to sit on her
haunches between my legs.  "Turn over, Dana,"
Monica asked softly and I knew Mulder was
probably about to lose it.  Monica reached
down with her soft fingers and separated my
cheeks and placed the tip just at my opening.
I thought she would insert it, but she just
let it sit there and turned it on to its
lowest speed.  I was so keyed up from all of
the titillation by Walter, coupled with
Mulder's reaction, that Monica's small
gesture sent my hips flying from the bed.

"Ohgod, ohgod," I gasped, grabbing Mulder's
hand to steady myself.  Monica stroked the
inside of my thigh to relax me a bit and
pushed the vibrator further past my
sphincter.  She slowly pushed it in further
and I felt it slide deep and I touched her
hand to let her know it was in as far as I
wanted.

The hand that Mulder wasn't using to
sensually squeeze and massage my breast, he
was using to sensually masturbate himself.  I
reached over to help him and he leaned down
and gave me a slow, soft kiss.  "I love you,"
he whispered in my ear.

Monica began to slowly pull the vibrator out
of me and stopped it right at my opening and
stirred it around a little bit before pushing
it back in.  God, she was making me crazy.
She moved it in and out a little faster and
my hips began to move in the age old rhythm
in response.  Mulder and Walter were just
sitting there watching; they could be such
men sometimes.  Walter reached to the
nightstand again and got the lubricant and
rubbed a glob between his hands before
coating his very erect penis and moved behind
Monica.  He reached down and began to massage
Monica's anal opening and her head fell back
as she moaned, her concentration on my rectum
momentarily lost.

Monica moved her feet open a little further
under her bottom before pumping the vibrator
again.  Walter moved up behind her and rubbed
her sphincter with the head of his penis a
few times before he centered himself.  He
scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm
around her abdomen to hold her as he pushed
into her, his penis slowly disappearing all
the way in to her rectum.

Monica wavered, the arousal affecting her
motor skills, but Walter held on.  "I've got
you, Monica," Walter whispered to her.  "Just
let me do all the work."

Mulder reached for another vibrator and
immediately turned it on and it buzzed in
tandem to the one Monica continued to move in
and out of me.  Mulder rubbed it up and down
his penis a couple of times, taking a swipe
or two over his scrotum and then turned it
off.  He put his other hand over Monica's
behind my bottom and prompted her to push the
dildo all the way in, stretching me a bit
when it when it went in so far.  He reached
under me and opened my labia, placing the
other vibrator right on top of my clitoris
and I tightened knowing he was going to turn
it on.

I guess I missed whatever signal he must have
given Monica because, on cue, she turned the
dildo inside my rectum on top speed just as
Mulder's vibrator came to life on my
clitoris.  To say that I exploded would be
hilariously inadequate, my body tightening in
pleasure so hard I thought I was going to pee
myself.  "Ohohohohohoh," was all I could
chant, my eyes clamped closed tight as the
rest of my body's muscles quivered and shook
and shuddered and spasmed, including the
interior ones of my sex and my rectum.  I
whimpered so loudly as the dual vibrations
continued, that I would've been embarrassed
if I could've heard myself.

Finally, I could take no more and I was able
to garner enough muscle control to reach down
and grasp Mulder's hand, removing the
vibration from my clitoris.  My hips returned
to the bed and Monica pulled the dildo from
my rectum, fluid pouring out of my vagina
from my orgasm.  "Ohmmgd," I sighed, unable
to form actual words.  I turned over to my
back, my breasts somewhat uncomfortable lying
on my stomach.  Mulder leaned down and kissed
me several times to help me calm.  "Love
you," I mumbled against his lips.

Just as I was coming around, Monica lay down
over me, her breasts pressing into my
stomach, her head lying between my breasts.
Walter moved up on his knees, Monica's bottom
now up in the air taking in each of his firm
strokes.  I wrapped my arms around her and
stroked her hair, her panting breath teasing
my nipple.  She seesawed against my skin
despite Walter holding her hips.  He was
pounding into her, but she was taking it all
and her moans of pleasure were indication
that everything was okay, I hoped.

Mulder removed the condom from the dildo
Monica had used in me and reached between
Walter's legs, bending to see Monica's sex.
Walter's balls were slapping against her as
he pumped, Mulder holding them up softly as
he placed the dildo at Monica's opening and
slid it into her vagina.  I could tell she
felt it because I felt her body flinch
against me.  "Okay?" I asked Monica, her nod
against my breast a confirmation that she was
still with me.  I stroked her hair and her
back; her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I could feel her heart pounding.

Mulder pushed the dildo in all the way and
turned it full on, pumping it a bit, but not
taking it all the way out, just pushing and
pushing it against her vaginal wall. Walter's
thrusts were becoming erratic and I could
tell he was close, hoping Monica was going to
be able to handle everything.  "Oh,
fuck, coming, coming," Walter yelled, his hot
fluid bursting into Monica's rectum, shooting
all the way into her bowel.

"Ahhhhhhhh," she screamed, her voice almost a
cry as she convulsed on top of me, her
screaming stopping as suddenly as it started
and she became eerily quiet and limp.  Walter
was over her on all fours, panting deep and
ragged, the sweat from his forehead dripping
on Monica's back.

Walter pulled out of her with a wet pop and
he flopped onto his back next to us, both
hands going to grasp his penis and balls, him
moaning with either pleasure or pain, I
wasn't sure.  Mulder removed the dildo and
pushed himself into her vagina, needing to
pump only a few times to bring himself off,
his hips slamming into her several times to
finish his release.  He collapsed next to us
and enfolded both of us in his big arms.

I felt a wetness against my breast and wasn't
sure if Monica was crying or drooling a
little bit.  Mulder kissed her lips softly
and stroked her hair out of her face.
"Monica?  You okay?" he asked, smiling at her
sated looked.

"I cn't evn dscribe how kay Im," she was able
to slur, her voice vibrating against my
breast.  Walter reached over to stroke
Monica's bottom, but she flinched and he
withdrew his hand.  I began to get the
sneaking suspicion that Monica had a little
more of a workout than she was used to and I
was a little worried about her.

"Mulder, why don't you and Walter go shower
or something, give us some time," I requested
softly.  Mulder understood and gave me and
Monica a soft kiss before he stood from the
bed, looking to Walter to follow him.  They
headed for the deck and I figured they'd stay
in the hot tub for a while.

I let Monica lay on top of me despite
becoming uncomfortable as I continued to pet
her skin, trying to sooth her.  Finally, she
moved herself up on her elbows, looking at
me, her eyes barely able to focus.  After a
few seconds, she moved off me, rolling to her
back next to my right side.  "Godddddd," she
sighed, her arms flopping back over her head.
She stretched slowly, the muscles of her body
beautifully lithe and fit.  I noticed she had
a different jewel in her naval and I bent
down to give it a soft kiss.

"You need to talk?" I asked her.  If she
didn't, I was going to go take a shower.

"I'm not sure I can," she laughed, turning to
look at me.  We smiled at each other and she
snuggled close to me, wrapping her arm around
my middle, sliding her leg over mine as she
gave my breast a soft kiss.  She lay her head
down on the pillow next to mine and took a
deep breath.  "I'm not going to be able to
walk tomorrow," she chuckled, but I had a
feeling she wasn't kidding.

"That was quite a workout," I observed,
taking her hand and holding it in mine over
my breast.  "You were beautiful, Monica. You
seemed to really be enjoying yourself."

"God, I'm not even sure I know what happened.
All I know is that my body is still...
humming... absolutely humming," she smiled,
reveling in her bliss.  I smiled at her and
gave her a kiss that was meant to be quick,
but she intensified it and we lay there and
kissed and petted for a long time before
covering ourselves and falling asleep.

At some point during the night, Mulder and
Walter had returned to the bed, but I didn't
feel them get in or even know they were
there.  Monica and I were dead to the world.

BROOKWOOD LODGE
WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA
The next morning
I woke to find myself snuggled into Walter,
he and I the only ones in the bed.  I could
hear the water running and heard cabinet
doors being opened and closed in the kitchen.
I looked up at Walter and he was already
awake, seemingly just watching me.  "How come
you're not up?" I asked, him usually being
the first one to rise.

"I didn't want to leave you in here alone,"
he smiled.  I moved over him and kissed him
and relaxed back into my position against his
side.  "Quite a night," he said, his big hand
stroking my back.

"How's Monica this morning?" I asked, my
fingers toying with his nipple.

"She seemed to be a little stiff..." he
replied.  "I hope we didn't get too carried
away last night."

"She'll be fine," I smiled, moving to sit up.
"Come on.  I'm starving," I chuckled as I
crawled out of bed, looking around to find my
robe.

"I like you better without that," Walter
smiled from the bed when I slipped my robe
on.

"Later," I smiled.  "Right now, I'm chilly."

When I entered the kitchen area, Mulder was
making scrambled eggs and bacon, the table
already set.  He was in a t-shirt and his
boxers and I slipped my arms around his
middle, looking up at him.  "I need a kiss,"
I said as I moved up, our lips touching in a
long, soft kiss.  "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled, getting back to
his eggs.  "Where's Walter?"

"I would imagine joining Monica in the shower
right about now," I told him, pouring myself
a cup of coffee.  "You talk to her this
morning?"

"A little bit.  I think she really enjoyed
herself last night," he smiled, sliding the
eggs into a bowl and placing it on the table.

"I hope so," I said tentatively.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mulder asked,
taking a sip from his coffee mug.

"Nothing.  I just hope she doesn't think you
two got too carried away," I told him,
sitting down at the table.

"Did we?  You think we get carried away with
you?" he asked, sitting down next to me.

"I think we all get carried away at times,
Mulder.  I just hope she is able to walk this
morning," I chuckled, echoing her words.
"And play tonight."

"Well, I'm walking, but I doubt I'll be
dancing," Monica said, entering the room,
heading straight for the coffee.  Her hair
was wet and combed starkly back from her
face.  She only had on a pair of panties, her
small dark nipples erect from the air.  "You
make all this?" she asked Mulder, picking up
a piece of bacon to munch on.

"I have more than ONE talent," he kidded.

Monica bent to kiss him "I think you have
several talents," she smiled.  "And so do
you," she said to me, bending to give me a
quick kiss as well.

"You're certainly in a good mood this
morning," I observed.

"I can think of several reasons why I should
be and I have all of you to thank for that,"
she said, sipping her coffee.  Walter
strolled in putting on his glasses, a towel
slug low around his hips.

"You're welcome," he grinned.  "And thank you
for... um... the shower."  Unbeknownst to
Mulder and me, Walter had banged Monica
against the tile of the shower stall as soon
as he'd gotten out of bed, fucking her to a
quick orgasm.  I'm surprised she was able.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Walter
asked, pouring himself a glass of juice.

"Hot tub, sex, hot tub, nap, sex, sex,"
Mulder answered quickly, the rest of us
chuckling.

"No, that was last night," I chimed in.

"Point taken," Mulder replied.  "Actually,
Winchester has a minor league baseball team
and they happen to be playing the Ohio
Redlegs this afternoon," Mulder pointed out.

"How in the hell do you know that?" I asked,
wondering if that's the reason we just
happened to end up here this weekend.

Mulder stood from the table and picked up a
copy of the 'Brookwood Lodge Newsletter' and
tossed it on the table as he returned.  "Just
a suggestion," he said.  "We can't fuck all
day and all night."

Walter laughed and shook his head.  "Scully,
in my wildest dreams, I can't imagine what
you see in this asshole," he kidded.

"I thought it was you who liked my asshole,
Walter," Mulder fired back.

"I never met an asshole I didn't like in this
group," Walter returned, all of us laughing.
"Come to think of it, I haven't me a hole of
any kind I haven't liked in this group," he
continued and we were all really laughing by
now.

"Enough," I said, still chuckling.  "Are you
two still in high school?"

"You make me feel like a kid, baby," Mulder
said, his hand slipping inside my robe as he
kissed me.  He nuzzled my neck, stage
whispering in my ear.  "I'd like to fuck you
right here amidst this breakfast food,
woman."

"Oh, Jesus," I said, looking at him wondering
if he'd lost his mind.  Monica and Walter
just continued to laugh trying to eat their
breakfast.

Finally, Mulder settled down and we got back
to our conversation.  We decided to go into
town later in the morning and had lunch at
the ball park, such as it was.  The game was
fun and the beer was cold and we all had a
great time.  We decided to order some Chinese
and have it delivered to the cabin later for
dinner, not wanting to prepare any of the
food we brought.

Walter, Mulder and I had all slipped into the
hot tub, Monica taking a quick shower after
we got back.  The three of us talked for a
while, Mulder playing with me some under the
water.  I thought I was okay to wait for
later, but after he touched me, I wasn't sure
I could wait.

Continued in Pt. 5

"Think you better go check on Monica?" Mulder
asked me, just as I was thinking I wanted him
to take me to bed.  But I obliged and I found
her in the bathroom, leaning against the
counter of the sink, one foot on the closed
seat of the toilet, holding a washcloth
between her legs.

"Monica?" I questioned softly.

"Come on in," she said, somewhat of a pained
look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I moved
closer to her.  She just gave me a sad smile
that told me everything and I knew she was
sore.  "Oh, Monica..."

"Yeah, what a drag, eh?" she chuckled.

"You sore in back too?" I asked and she
nodded.

"Any suggestions, doctor?" she asked,
bringing the cloth up to put more cold water
on it.

"Go lay down on the bed and I'll be right
in," I told her and went into the kitchen to
get some ice and put a handful in a bowl.  I
grabbed a clean towel and got some medicated
cream out of my suitcase while Monica removed
her panties, lying back against the pillows
as I joined her on the bed.  "Open," I told
her, prompting her thigh with a touch.  She
spread her legs and I bent to look at her
closely to see if I could see any real
injury.  "Have you bled?" I asked, checking
her folds for anything out of the ordinary.

"No.  It just hurts... mostly inside... well,
mostly in back," she admitted, lying on her
back, her hands clasped across her stomach.

I got a couple of ice cubes from the bowl and
wrapped them with the tea towel and squeezed
them with my hand to melt them a bit to wet
the towel.  "This is cold," I warned before
touching the towel to her folds, her hips
flinching in response.

"No kidding," she said.

"You're swollen; the cold will reduce the
swelling," I told her softly.  "Genital
tissue is very tender and easily susceptible
to bruising and swelling.  Good news is, it's
also easily healed, kind of like the tissue
in your mouth."

Monica just nodded, probably ready to believe
just about anything I would tell her at this
point.  "Here, hold this," I said, moving her
hand to hold the towel and ice cubes in place
against her vulva.  I reached into the bowl
again and got an ice cube between my fingers
and showed it to her.  "I'm going to insert
this, Monica," I let her know.  "At first, it
will be awful, but once your body heat starts
to melt the cube, it will feel better...
really, really good actually," I smiled.
"And... it will reduce your internal
swelling."

Monica moved the towel to allow me access and
I could tell she was very tense.  "Relax,
Monica.  Trust me."

"You've done this?" she asked, wanting
reassurance.

"Yes, several times, actually.  It's saved a
couple of weekends for me," I smiled, hoping
she realized why I was trying so hard to help
her.

Monica seemed to relax and she opened her
legs a little further and held on to her
knees.  I opened her folds a little bit and
pushed the cube up into her opening with my
fingers in one swift movement, knowing that
was the easiest way to do it.  She gasped,
her hips writhing up off the mattress as she
moaned.  "Oh, Dana, you liar!" she kidded,
her hand going to rub herself.  "Oh, shit,
that is cold!  Ohhhhh..."

I rubbed her abdomen, over her hip, grasping
her hand atop her knee until she finally
settled, her hips returning to the mattress.
Her eyes closed and I heard a low, faint moan
and I realized she had just crossed the line
from freezing cold to feeling really good as
the ice melted.  "Better?" I asked, picking
up the ice in the towel and holding it again
against her labia, moving it softly to wipe
some of the water leaking out of her from the
melting ice.

"Yeahhhh..." she sighed, her nipples
hardening, her hand subconsciously stroking
her abdomen.  If I wasn't in my doctor mode,
I would have been VERY turned on just
watching her.  Even as it was, I felt myself
lubricating.

"Here goes one more," I told her softly.
"Ready?" and she nodded, her eyes still
closed in pleasure.  I inserted the cube in
the same fashion as I had the other one, but
she barely flinched on this one, knowing the
wonderful outcome making it much easier to
take.  I wiped a few more times as I waited
for the cube to melt and reached for the
cream I had brought.

"Can you turn over, Monica?" I said, her eyes
finally opening again.  She simply nodded and
did as I'd asked, obviously still very
aroused.  She laid her head on her arms on
the pillow and closed her eyes, totally
trusting that I was going to help her or make
her feel good or both.  I squeezed plenty of
cream into my palm and rubbed it a bit to
warm it before taking enough onto my finger.
I covered her anus completely, using a finger
to insert a bit just inside her rectum.  I
heard her moan and wasn't sure if it was from
pleasure or relief of her tenderness.  I
gently massaged the cream into her skin for a
while before going into the bathroom to wash
my hands.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was lying
on her back, smiling at me.  "I think that
helped... a lot.  Especially the ice cubes,"
she smiled.  "Thank you," she said as I sat
on the bed next to her.  "You don't need
one?" she asked.

Even though I could feel that feeling of
having had sex, something I think you can
always feel no matter how practiced you are,
I wasn't really sore.  But suddenly, I really
wanted to have her touch me so I nodded and
lay down next to her as she reached for the
bowl of ice.  She smiled at me and touched my
thigh, prompting me.  "Open," she repeated my
words.  I was already dripping and I knew she
could smell me as soon as I spread my legs.

"Push it in quickly," I guided her, my hands
beginning to stroke my abdomen.  Monica
opened my labia with the fingers of one hand,
having a little difficulty since they were
already so lubricated and slick.  She got a
good hold to keep me open and inserted the
ice cube into my opening, her fingers
slipping inside as she pushed it deep.

My hips bucked, but I had done this enough
times to be a bit prepared for the initial
sensation of the cold cube.  Before I had a
chance to realize what she was doing, she
inserted another one and I moaned, rolling
away from her to my side, drawing my knees up
in reaction to the freezing sensation.  "Oh
my god, Monica," I said, half way between
pleasure and pain.

Monica spooned up behind me and snuggled me
back against her chest, her thighs against
the backs of mine.  "Too much?" she asked
softly, her breath against my hair.

"I'm not sure," I chuckled, relaxing back
into her.  She stroked my abdomen and I felt
the wonderful sensation of the ice melting
past the point of pain and into the realm of
pleasure.  I knew I was leaking onto her
thighs and I also knew part of what I was
leaking wasn't from the ice cubes.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, feeling really
tranquil and warm.

After a few minutes, Monica turned me to my
back and smiled, then kissed me.  Soon we
were kissing in earnest, our bodies rubbing
and stroking everywhere they could that felt
good.  Finally, we pulled apart and I caught
my breath enough to speak.  "'You going to be
able to play tonight?" I asked her, softly
stroking her cheek.

"I think I can now, thanks to you," she
smiled, giving me a peck to the lips.  "Not
in back, though, I don't think."

"Yeah, you probably shouldn't.  We don't want
any injuries," I told her, moving to kiss her
chest.  "You think those two are waterlogged
yet?" I kidded, figuring Mulder or Walter
probably would've come checking on us by now.

"Dana, the hot tub hasn't been running for a
good twenty minutes," Monica said.  "I think
they've probably moved on to other things,"
she smiled and we both laughed, knowing she
was right.

I got up and, after a quick trip to the
bathroom, checked out on the deck for any
signs of life.  I found Mulder and Walter
spooned up on one of the lounge chairs,
neither of them very awake.  A tube of
lubricant was sitting on the patio table and
the cap was off, so I think they had had some
quality time together just like Monica and I
had.

I bent down to give Mulder a waking kiss and
he smiled.  "Hungry?" I asked him, suddenly
feeling my stomach growl and thinking of the
Chinese food waiting in the kitchen.  He
touched my breast and I could feel the
stickiness on his hand, knowing for sure they
hadn't been idle.  Mulder stood, Walter
rousing a bit and I could see dried ejaculate
all over Walter's abdomen.  "Have a nice
time?" I smiled glancing toward Walter.

Mulder gathered me in his arms for a kiss.
"Yeah, but I missed you," he told me, kissing
me again.

We all finally ended up eating our Chinese on
the back deck, Walter opening some more of
his wine.  Who knew the man was a
connoisseur?  After we'd eaten, we moved
inside for dessert and we surprised Monica
with the cake, candles, a bad rendition of
'Happy Birthday' and all.

"How did you even know it was my birthday?"
she asked.

"We work for the FBI," Mulder teased.  I gave
Monica the gifts Mulder and I had brought and
Walter surprised her with a very nice pair of
earrings.  I think she was very touched.

Surprisingly, it was Monica who was eager to
move the rest of the party to the bedroom,
Mulder bringing out the cleaned toys.  It was
then that I noticed the new one he had
mentioned and I felt my heart rate increase
and my vulva begin to tingle.  It was a two
ended penis shaped dildo that looked like it
was made of gel or something very pliable and
bendable.  He didn't acknowledge it, just
setting it on the nightstand with the other
toys, the lube and the condoms that were
already there.  I was afraid to look at
Monica, wondering what she thought of
Mulder's latest addition and I just crawled
up on the bed.

"There's a wet spot," Walter observed after
he had gotten on the bed.  Mulder looked at
me and smiled, realizing Monica and I hadn't
been idle while he and Walter were having fun
on the deck.

"Dr. Scully helped me, um, with a medical
situation," Monica grinned, rubbing herself
with her palm.  Walter looked at Mulder
wondering what in the hell she was talking
about, but letting it pass.

"What're you up for, Scully?" Mulder asked,
his hand slipping between my legs.  We were
all lying against the pillows, Walter and me
in the middle.  The order of our bed never
seemed to matter much to anyone since we had
all grown to enjoy each other and were
comfortable enough to ask for anything with
anybody.

"Well, I haven't had a dose of both of you in
a while," I smiled thinking how good that
would feel.

"Monica?" Mulder asked, wanting her choice.

"Are we just going to ignore the new toy you
brought?" she asked, always one to get
straight to the point.

Mulder smiled and reached over to the
nightstand to pick up the new dildo.  God, it
seemed huge, but it was only about twelve
inches and for two people, I guess that
wasn't bad.  "No, ignoring is not what I had
in mind for this," Mulder said, stroking one
end of the toy.

"Let me see it, Mulder," Walter said,
reaching for the dildo.  He propped himself
on his elbow and offered one end to Monica's
mouth.  She took it in and began working on
it as if were real, her saliva providing
lubrication.  Walter moved her legs apart
with his hand, moving between them and
pushing her further open with his knees.

"Just relax," Walter told her, leaning down
to give her a soft kiss.  Her nipples were
hard and her eyes became cloudy, her breath
quickening in anticipation.  Walter parted
her folds with his fingers and slid the tip
up and down through her tissues before
inserting the end inside her.  "Good?" he
asked, wiggling it a bit.

Monica just nodded, a hand going to her own
breast in contentment, seemingly without her
even realizing it.  Walter pushed it in
further, then slipped it out and began to
slowly fuck her with it.  Mulder and I just
lay there and watched, his hand still
stroking my center.  I knew Walter wasn't
going to just fuck Monica with a dildo all
night so I was wondering what he was going to
do next.

"Come here, Dana," Walter said finally and I
felt my pulse accelerate.  "Straddle her
hips," he told me and I did as he'd asked.
The look of arousal on Monica's face was
almost overwhelming and I found myself
equally aroused.  Walter bent the dildo,
pointing the end that wasn't in Monica
upward, obviously indicating to me to mount
it.

I bent to give Monica a soft kiss and stroked
her cheek before moving my concentration back
to the dildo.  Walter held it up for me and I
moved over it as I would've him or Mulder.
He centered the head at my opening and pushed
it into me, just slightly.  I moved my hips
down, lowering myself down on Monica, our
bodies in full contact, the dildo slipping
deep inside me.

"Mmmmmmm, Dana," Monica sighed and I kissed
her breast.  Mulder had scooted over closer
to us and was stroking my back, over my
bottom.  Walter pushed the dildo into me
further and I felt it bottom out against the
top of my vagina.  Whoever said there are no
nerve endings anywhere in the vagina except
at the opening did not have a vagina.  The
deep penetration pushing against my tissue
felt utterly amazing.

Monica and I began to kiss, the feeling of
our breasts pressed together absolutely
wonderful.  I began to move on top of her,
feeling the dildo moving back and forth
inside me with the motion.  She began to
undulate under me and we began to mutually
fuck each other with the dildo.

"Holy, shit," I heard Mulder mumble under his
breath, obviously very turned on by our use
of his new toy.  Monica and I continued to
thrust against each other, the dildo feeling
very much like a penis and our act together
feeling just like we were fucking each other.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked her softly.

"Very," she was able to reply, her hand
grasping my breast.

"Yessssss," I sighed, feeling myself getting
closer to where I wanted to go.  I looked
over to see Mulder and, evidently, he had
moved from his spot next to us.  Then I felt
his hand on my bottom and knew where he'd
gone.  "Uhhhhhh," I sighed, knowing what he
was going to do and feeling my arousal
ratchet up about six notches.

Mulder played with my sphincter for a little
bit, putting some lubricant on his finger and
then inserting it, relaxing the little ring
of muscles.  I felt his glans slipping around
a bit between my cheeks as my ass kept
pumping up and down on Monica, but finally he
pushed against my anus and slipped inside.

"Oh, my goddddddddd," I moaned, the pleasure
indescribable.

"God, you're tight, Scully," Mulder sighed
with pleasure.  He pushed in deeper, his
thick hard penis stretching my rectum to the
max.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," I moaned as he pumped,
my climax getting close.

"Oh, god, Dana...  I'm going to come," Monica
declared and her body bolted up tighter
against mine, her back arching off the
mattress.  "Ohhhhhhh, Danaaaaaa," she
whimpered, her hips shuddering below me.

I couldn't stop thrusting against her with
Mulder pumping in and out of my ass, his hips
slapping against my bottom.  I felt it build
and my orgasm burst through me, my vaginal
muscles clamping against the dildo as
Monica's hips continued to quiver against me.
Mulder didn't give me any reprieve and just
kept pounding into me and I had an anal
orgasm just on the tail end of my vaginal
one.

"Mulder!" I screamed as my hips jerked in
spasms.  "Mulder!  God!  Mulderrrrrr," I
panted and whimpered.  I could hear his
breathing quickening and I knew he was close.

"Ohhhhhhh, Scullllllyyyyyyy," he groaned and
shot his wad deep up into my canal, a burning
sensation filling my entire rectum.  I
collapsed onto Monica and Mulder was shaking
against my back, having difficulty holding
his weight on his arms as he tried to come
down from his climax.  I felt him withdraw
his penis, the feeling of my sphincter
slamming shut slightly painful.  He kissed
down my back a few times before moving off me
and lying down next to Monica and me.

Walter pumped the dildo back and forth a few
times inside before pulling it out of us and
I felt my vulva quiver from the loss of
sensation.  I finally caught my breath and
was able to open my eyes to see Monica.  "You
okay?" I asked, remembering that she had been
sore earlier in the day.

"Yes.  That was wonderful," she smiled to me
and gave me a soft kiss.

"Happy birthday," I told her, returning her
kiss.  I moved off of her and lay close to
Walter where he sat at Monica's hip.  He was
hard, of course, aroused watching the rest of
us, but, no doubt, needing his release.  I
opened my legs to him and held up my arms in
a clear invitation.  I wasn't sure I would be
able to orgasm again so quickly, but I would
give it all my effort.

Walter didn't hesitate and moved over me,
pushing my legs up and open with his hips.
He pushed into me and relaxed his weight down
onto his forearms, his chest rubbing against
mine.  "You and Monica were great, Dana.  You
amaze me," he smiled, his hips starting a
very nice rhythm.

"Why?" I asked, not sure what he meant.

"That you can do that and then turn around
and do this for me."

"I'm doing this WITH you and you feel
wonderful," I told him, not wanting him to
think I was with him out of obligation.

Mulder and Monica were being awfully quiet
and when I looked over, Mulder's face was
buried between Monica's legs and she was
relaxed against the pillows.  "Mmmmmmm," she
moaned, her hand squeezing her breast.
Walter continued to pump in and out of me and
reached between us to put his thumb against
my clitoris.  He pushed with the same rhythm
his hips were keeping and I closed my eyes in
pleasure.

I knew if Walter's thumb found just the right
spot, I might be able to pull some kind of
climax out of myself after all.  He rotated
it around a bit and then pushed it hard
against my pubic bone and I flew, waves of
pleasure washing over me, my inner muscles
massaging his penis inside me.

"Oh, shit, Dana," Walter groaned, his strokes
becoming harder and deeper as he worked
toward his orgasm.  He had moved his thumb
from me, his body weight now fully on his
outstretched arms above me.  He was levering
in and out of me, his hips slapping loudly
against my wet center.  Finally, he came, his
hips jerking into me with every release, his
breath now hot against my neck as he deflated
down against me.

I stroked his back as he came down, soothed
the quivering muscles of his bottom.  He
moved off of me to my side, but gathered me
into his arms and held me.  He always made me
feel so tiny when he did that, his big body
and arms and legs surrounding every bit of
me.

After we were settled, we watched Mulder
bring Monica off again with this mouth.  "Oh,
oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh," Monica cried out as
her body shuddered, Mulder's hand practically
buried in her, his lips pulling on her
clitoris as she climaxed.  "Mulder, my
goddddddddd," she sighed.

Mulder kissed her abdomen, up her stomach and
he took her nipple in his mouth before
reaching her lips to give a nice long kiss to
her lips.  They kissed for a while before
Mulder moved off of her and spooned up behind
her, them facing Walter and me.

Monica smiled at me as I lay enveloped by
Walter.  "You are a lucky woman, Dana," she
told me softly and I knew what she meant.  I
was lucky to have Mulder and to have Mulder
love me.

Usually, we were all very tired and ready to
crash after our vigorous sessions, but none
of us seemed to be ready to sleep.  "I think
I'll hit the shower," Walter said, getting up
from the bed.

"Me, too," Monica said, smiling at Walter and
getting up to follow him.

"I guess that leaves me and you, babe,"
Mulder teased, pulling me into his arms.  He
kissed my softly, lovingly.  "Had a good
weekend?"

"Yeah...," I smiled at him and gave him a
soft kiss.  "You?"

"The best yet, I think," he answered, lifting
me fully onto his body.  I moved up to wrap
my arms over his shoulders, my breasts
propping me up high enough to look at him.
"I think we got our grove on."

I chuckled, something I never used to do at
Mulder's silly jokes, refraining from it
seemingly something I thought I should do to
avoid encouraging him.  I wouldn't say I
encourage him now, but, at least, I can enjoy
it.  It's part of what makes Mulder so
Mulder.

We kissed for a while, enjoying the touch of
our lips, our tongues, the slow, sensual
movement of our bodies against each other.
There is something to be said for kissing
just for kissing's sake; it usually seems to
be done as just a beginning to something
else.  I love kissing Mulder.  He teases me
about it, how I seem to have to have my lips
against his skin somewhere anytime we are
making love.  I guess he's right.

Continued in Pt. 6

BROOKWOOD LODGE
WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA
The next morning
We finally did fall into a nice peaceful
sleep, neither of us rousing much when Walter
and Monica returned to the bed.  All of us
slept fairly late, Walter and I being the
first two up, so we worked on something for
breakfast.  I put a bacon and egg casserole
in the oven that I could make from memory and
Walter took care of the juice and coffee.
"I'm glad you brought Monica into our group,"
I told him, moving to sit on the counter top
to wait for the casserole.

"Yeah, I've noticed," he smiled at me.  "You
two are absolutely amazing together."

"God, you sound like Mulder," I chuckled,
wondering just what it was about two women
being together that turned men on so much.

Walter walked over to me and put his hands on
my hips, the look on his face seeming
serious.  "I think you know you have always
been special to me, Dana.  Even long before
we started getting together on the weekends,"
he started.  "But I knew long before you did
that you were in love with Mulder, even if
the stupid bastard didn't notice," he teased.

I smiled, not sure where he was going with
his line of conversation, just letting him
continue.  "So when we started with our
'arrangement', I guess I thought I had come
as close as I was ever going to get to
mattering to you."

"Walter, you matter very much to me.  Mulder
and I both care about you, obviously more
than you realize," I told him, trying to
relay my true feelings.  For some reason, he
seemed to think I just wanted a threesome and
didn't really care who the other person was.
"Come here," I told him, pulling him closer,
between my legs.

"Dana..." he sighed, his arms enveloping me,
his head lying on my shoulder.  I could feel
his heart racing as his chest pressed against
mine and I reached to untie the sash on my
robe.  He pulled back and looked at me and I
knew what I was doing for him meant even more
that I thought it would.  He moved back a
little further to remove his boxers and
stepped back between my legs.  He began to
kiss my breasts, sucking my nipples, his
right hand dropping to stroke himself.

I held him; just letting him do what he
wanted, take what he wanted.  He kissed up my
chest, around my neck as he wrapped his hands
around my bottom and scooted me to the very
edge of the counter top.  "God, you smell
good," he whispered into my ear, my arousal
scent stronger than the baking breakfast.

"That's all for you," I whispered back to
him.  I felt totally comfortable sharing my
feelings for him, knowing I would be acting
no differently if Mulder were standing right
next to us.  Walter already knew I was in
love with Mulder, but I wanted him to know
that I cared for him, not just enjoyed him as
part of our physical arrangement.

Walter stepped forward and pushed up into me,
his angle from this position feeling very
different... good, fantastic.  His penis was
stroking the top of my vagina and I knew that
sooner or later he was going to hit my g-spot
big time.  I wrapped my legs around his back,
my feet bouncing against his ass every time
he pumped in and out of me.

Suddenly, he pulled me off the counter and my
weight dropped me down all the way, his penis
poking into me sharply.  He held me so tight
I could barely breathe and he turned around
quickly, walking towards the table, his penis
penetrating further with each step he took.
I found myself just wanting him to walk
around a while or maybe jog.  He leaned over
me as he lay me down on the table and fucked
and fucked and fucked me, but I missed the
strokes to the top of my vagina.  "Walter...
Walter.  Let me turn over," I told him,
almost panting.

He moved out of me, looking at me
uncertainly, not quite understanding what I
wanted.  I sat up and stood from the table,
kissing him before moving to bend over the
table and I knew he had just figured out what
I wanted.  "Oh, Christ," he sighed and opened
me with his fingers before sliding all the
way in.  "God you're wet, Dana."

"Oh, god, Walter..." I sighed, his hard penis
piercing me so deep in this position that he
was bottoming out with each stroke.  He lay
down over me for a while, kissing my shoulder
blades, the back of my neck, then standing
up, his hand holding my shoulder as he began
to thrust harder.  I could feel him adjust
his feet for better leverage and when he
pumped into me again, I knew he was in the
right position.  "Oh, right there.  Right
there!" I said, the pitch of my voice rising
with my desire.  "Harder!" I found myself
yelling even though he was already pounding
into me.

My breasts were scooting against the polished
wood of the table top with each of his
movements and I knew they were probably going
to be sore.  But what he was doing felt so
wonderfully good, that I was beyond caring at
that point.  "Come, Dana.  Come," he chanted
to me, trying to hold on until I finished.

I reached under myself to finger my clit just
at the time he hit my g-spot and I shattered.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yessssss," I yelled.  My vagina
clamped so hard, I was surprised he could
even still move in and out of me.  But he
was, not giving me a rest to ride out my
climax and I began moaning and whimpering so
loud that I probably should have been
embarrassed.  "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," I cried
out as he continued.

Finally, he came, lunging into me so hard the
table scooted against the floor.  I felt his
hot semen fill me, the movement of his penis
into me pushing the sticky liquid out with
each of his fitful thrusts.  "Dana,
goddaaaaaaaamn," he cried out, the deep
resonance of his manly voice giving me
chills.  Afterward, he lay his body against
mine, panting, trying to regain some control.
"God, you are a good fuck," he chuckled into
my ear, standing back up to help me off the
table.

"And you'll get no complaints from me
either," I smiled.  When we both stood up
fully, we noticed Monica and Mulder standing
in the doorway, both wearing nothing but
their underwear and shit-eating grins
obviously having been watching us fuck
ourselves senseless.

"So, what's for breakfast?" Mulder joked and
we all laughed hysterically.

Until, for some unknown reason, I suddenly
found myself incredibly embarrassed and
excused myself to go clean up a bit.  I took
a quick shower and I heard the bathroom door
open and knew it was Mulder.

"Scully?  You okay?" he asked from outside
the glass door.  I turned off the shower and
stepped out, reaching for the towel I had set
out.

"I'm fine," I answered and regretted it as
soon as I'd said it.

"Scully..." he warned, knowing better.  "You
seemed... uncomfortable, self-conscious."

"God, Mulder, after all of us have shared,
why would I feel that way all of a sudden?" I
responded, wrapping the towel around my body,
securing it to the side of my breast.

Mulder thought a moment before answering, his
fingers straightening my wet hair.  "I don't
know, Scully.  Why do you think you did?"

I leaned against the sink, feeling silly and
embarrassed all over again that I was acting
this way.  I thought about it and made myself
be totally honest with myself and him.
"Maybe because I enjoyed it so... actively
and you weren't there, I guess," I admitted
to him.

"If I had been there, would you have done
anything any differently?" he asked softly.

"No," I told him, looking directly in his
eyes so he'd know I meant it.

Mulder scooted up next to me and slid his arm
around my waist and kissed my temple.
"That's what all of this is about, Scully.
Being free to physically and emotionally
express absolutely anything we feel and think
and sexually want to participate in," he
assured me.  I nodded, knowing he was right.
"And... If you don't let me take you on that
table before we leave, I'm not sure I'll
survive," he smiled, squeezing me close to
him.

I turned and slid my arms around his middle,
reaching up to give him a firm kiss.  "Come
on, let's go eat and get that table cleaned
off," I smiled.

When we returned to the kitchen, Monica and
Walter were sitting at the table enjoying
some of the breakfast casserole I had made.
"Everything okay?" Monica asked concerned.

"Yeah, we're good," Mulder answered for both
of us and I appreciated it.

"This is great, Dana," Walter said, his mouth
full of casserole.  "I didn't realize cooking
was one of your many talents."

"You ought to see her slice vegetables,"
Mulder quipped dryly and everyone laughed,
cutting the slight tension in the air.

"So... are we headed home or...?" Walter
asked tentatively, wondering what was on
everyone else's mind.

"I think, since it's Monica's birthday, we
should let her decide," I smiled at Monica.

"Well, I can truly say that this has been the
most memorable birthday I have had... in my
adult life, that is," she commented.  "Thank
you... all of you."

"So, one last birthday wish?" Mulder asked
Monica and I could tell he wasn't ready to go
home yet.  But Monica seemed hesitant,
seemingly reticent to say what was on her
mind.

"It's okay, Monica.  If you're ready to go
home, it's okay.  Don't feel obligated.  Just
be honest with us," I told her, reaching to
touch her hand for emphasis.

"Oh, god, it's not that," she said, shaking
her head, but not really looking at any of
us.  "This is so embarrassing..." she sighed
and I knew what the problem was.

"Um, can you guys give us a few minutes?" I
interjected, standing and offering a hand to
Monica.  "We'll meet you in the bedroom in a
few minutes."

I led Monica to the bed and sat back against
the pillows where she joined me.  "You're too
sore aren't you?" I asked point blank.

"Yeah, and I don't think a few ice cubes are
going to help me this time," Monica chuckled.

"How about oral?" I asked, trying to help her
since I could see how much she wanted our
weekend to continue.

"Dana, even a finger inside me would be too
much, I'm afraid.  And I have never been able
to climax without some kind of penetration-
ever," she explained.

"Then we'll pack and go home and look forward
to the next time," I smiled, touching her
face to reassure her that it was
understandable and okay.  I started to move
off the bed to go tell Mulder and Walter that
we were headed back to DC, but Monica's hand
on my shoulder stopped me.

"I didn't say I wanted to go home..." she
grinned, reaching to remove my towel.
"Actually, Dana, I'd be perfectly content
just to watch the three of you."  She began
to touch me, her hands rubbing across my
shoulders, down my chest to cup my breasts.
"I'd like to see you with the both of them,
at the same time... Like you had them do for
me."

"You'll get no objections from us," Mulder
said as he and Walter entered the room.  They
crawled up on the bed next to us, both of
them removing their boxers first.  "Let me
help you with those," Mulder said, hooking a
finger into the waistband of Monica's
panties.

"Um, I'm just going to watch this time,
guys," Monica said, still somewhat self
conscious.  Mulder and Walter looked at her
and then at me and I knew there was really
nothing to do but level with them.

But before I could speak, Monica spoke up for
herself.  "I guess I need a little more
practice at these all day, all night
marathons," she smiled.  "To be frank, I'm so
sore I can barely walk."

"Monica, I'm sorry.  Jesus, why didn't you
say we were being too rough," Walter said,
obviously feeling responsible.

"No.  It's not that," she said firmly.  "It
isn't anything anyone did or that I did, for
that matter.  It's just the... quantity," she
laughed.

"We'll all just go home, then," Mulder added.

"No," Monica said firmly.

"But," Mulder tried to reason.

"No.  And it's my birthday and you said I get
one more wish," she grinned, glancing at all
of us.  "Trust me, I'll enjoy myself."

"Your wish is our command," Mulder told her,
a big smile on his face.

We all relaxed against the pillows and began
to touch and kiss and play a little bit and
Monica joined us at this stage.  She let me
go down on her, knowing I knew what to do
and, more importantly, what not to do.  She
trusted I wouldn't do anything that would
hurt her.

"Dana... Dana," she said, stroking my hair
before lifting my face from between her legs.
"I think it's your turn," she smiled to me.
She sat up against the headboard and made
room for me to move up next to her.
"Walter?" she asked, indicating to him to lie
on his back and he did what she asked.

Mulder reached over and got the lubricant and
slathered Walter's penis generously.  I gave
Monica a soft kiss before moving over Walter,
knowing that was what she had planned.
Walter grasped my hips and Monica held his
penis to center it so that I could sit down
on it, the lubrication allowing it to slide
easily into my rectum.  It felt so good that
I couldn't prevent myself from leaning
forward and pumping up and down a few times
while Mulder moved in front of me between my
legs.

Mulder smiled at me as he held me by my
shoulders and sat me back, my bottom resting
against Walter's pubic hair.  God, he was
deep in me.  Mulder began to suck my left
breast, his hand massaging my right, pinching
my nipple as Walter undulated under me.
"Hang on, Scully," Mulder smiled to me as he
scooted closer, one arm wrapped around my
back.  His other hand placed his engorged
penis at my opening and he kissed me as he
shoved himself all the way into me in one
forceful stroke.

"Uhhhhhhhh," I groaned, feeling so utterly
full that I couldn't move.  Mulder wrapped
his other arm around me also and began to
move in and out of me slowly as he held me
against him, kissing me.  Walter's hands were
still grasping my hips and he and Mulder
began a slow, deep rhythm that was so
incredible I could no longer respond to
Mulder's kisses, my head falling against his
shoulder.

"You're beautiful..." Monica said to all of
us, her hand stroking my back, Walter's
chest, Mulder's bottom.  She leaned down to
kiss Walter, her fingers toying with his
nipple before bending to kiss it, give it a
soft nip.  Then, unbeknownst to me, she
reached to the nightstand for a vibrator, a
small one that fit on the end of her finger.

Monica began to use it on Walter's nipple,
garnering an "Oh, fuck," from him before she
moved to use it on my nipple, garnering a
similar response from me.  Then I felt her
hand move down between Mulder and me and I
was sincerely worried that I wouldn't be able
to withstand any more stimulation at the
moment.

Then, she slipped her hand between Mulder and
me, her vibrating finger finding my clitoris
as Walter and Mulder continued to stroke in
and out of my rectum and vagina.  "Oh,
jesus... dear god," I moaned, my body humming
with pleasure.  At about the same time,
Mulder began to pump harder and Walter
followed his motions and I was bouncing with
the force from each one of them.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, my body now limp in
Mulder's embrace.  Monica pushed the vibrator
harder against my engorged clitoris, just as
Walter emptied himself into my rectum, his
hot semen burning up into my bowel.
"Owwwwwwwww," I screamed, my anus quivering
and spasming in the hardest anal orgasm I'd
ever had.  "Mulderrrrrrrr," I yelled, not
even really knowing why, but he shot into me,
his penis pushed deep inside me.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Sculllllleeeeee," he moaned,
pulling out only to enter me again and pump
and pump and pump until he was completely
empty.  It felt like the vibrator was still
on my clitoris, but Monica had actually
removed it before Mulder had come.  My entire
vulva was still vibrating and I could barely
breathe I was panting so hard through my
orgasm, my vagina jerking and clamping so
hard, the muscles in my groin becoming
painfully tight.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddd," I sighed.
"Mulderrrrrr, my goddddd....."

Mulder moved back on his haunches, still
holding me to him, Walter's penis slipping
out of my anus.  "Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned as my
sphincter quivered all over again.  Mulder
held onto me as he lay down next to Walter,
Monica smoothing her hand over my skin,
gooseflesh breaking out all over my body as I
finally began to come down from my orgasms.
"Holdme, holdme," I mumbled but almost
begging, burrowing against Mulder, my eyes
still slammed shut as he wrapped his arms and
legs around me.

I felt Monica give my shoulder a soft kiss,
her hands smoothing over my back, caressing
my bottom.  She slowly massaged the backs of
my legs until she reached my feet and then
began to knead the bottoms of my feet.  All
of it serving to relax me into a pile of goo
in Mulder's arms.

I felt Walter leave the bed and could hear
him gathering up the toys on the bedside
table.  Monica covered us with the sheet and
she and Walter left Mulder and I in the bed
alone.  "Tell me how you feel," Mulder
whispered to me after they'd gone.

I snuggled against him again, my knee moving
to rest against his genitals, still sticky
from our sex.  I thought for a few moments
before answering, so many feelings swirling
around in my head.  "I'm not sure I can
express everything I'm feeling, Mulder," I
whispered back.

"Try," he said softly to me, kissing my
forehead.  "I want to know..."

"I feel... physically, I feel like my body
is... humming... purring almost.  My skin is
still tingling," I smiled, my fingers toying
with the hair that grew around his nipple.

"More..." he asked, his hands petting my
sensitive skin.

"I almost feel like you are still inside me,"
I told him, my head against his shoulder.  "I
think my tissue is still swollen from
arousal, so I still feel full, wonderfully
so," I said, moving up to kiss him.  "You
make me feel so much, Mulder.  All of us
being together is almost more than I can
handle sometimes."

"Do you want to stop?" he asked gently.

"No!  No..." I answered, sitting up to look
at him.  "I love what we have; what I have
with you and what we have together with
Walter and Monica.  It just is so
overwhelming sometimes, especially
physically.  My god, Mulder, you have no idea
what it feels like to have both of you inside
me at the same time," I said, relaxing back
down next to him again.

"That good, huh?" he smiled.

"That good..." I said, suddenly feeling so
tired, I could barely keep my eyes open.  I
relaxed further against Mulder and drifted
off to sleep.

I awoke sometime later and immediately
noticed it was dark and realized I had slept
way beyond check out time.  "Mulder?" I
called and he came into the bedroom wearing
only his jeans, the top button open and he
was very obviously going commando.  God, he
was so fucking sexy.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said as he sat on the
bed next to my hip.  "You finally decide to
wake up?" he smiled.

"I'm guessing it's after check out," I said,
sitting up against the headboard.

"You must work for the FBI," he teased.  "I
got the room for another day, just for you
and me," he told me, taking my hand in his.

"Walter and Monica?" I questioned, wondering
what had happened.

"They'll be at work tomorrow," he smiled. "On
the other hand, you and I will be right
here in this bed," he finished, moving to sit
next to me, giving me a soft kiss.  "You were
really out of it, Scully."

I stretched, feeling like I had run several
miles and needed to ease my tense muscles.  I
felt sticky and tender just about everywhere.

"Want a massage?" Mulder smiled.  "I'm
volunteering..."

"After a shower, you're on," I smiled and
took his hand as we both headed for the
bathroom.

We washed each other slowly, then shampooing
our hair before drying each other as well.  I
never knew the simple act of washing and
toweling another person could be so sensual.
My body felt relaxed and I felt very warm and
loved.  "Lie down on your stomach," Mulder
told me as we returned to the bed.  He got
some lotion out of my bag and began to rub it
into my shoulders and my neck, moving my hair
out of the way.  His hands felt strong and
hard, but somehow very gentle as he massaged
my skin.

"Feel good?" he asked as he continued.

"Mmmmmmm," I answered, relaxed as a rag.

Mulder's hands rubbed down each one of my
arms all the way to my fingers before moving
further down across my ribs, down to my lower
back.

"Oh, right there," I moaned, his fingers
hitting a particularly tense muscle.  He
massaged there for several minutes before
moving to my bottom, his hands kneading my
cheeks slowly but firmly and I could feel my
sex swelling and lubricating from his
actions.  He finished both legs before asking
me to turn over on my back and I complied,
opening my eyes to see him sitting on his
haunches, his erection sticking straight out
from his dark brown pubic hair.  He had been
enjoying the massage as much as I had.

Continued in Pt. 7

"How about we leave the rest of the massage
for later?" I smiled to him and he moved to
lay over me, his hard penis pressed against
my thigh.  We kissed for a long time, his
chest hair tickling my breasts, his pelvis
rolling softly against mine.

"I love you, baby," Mulder kissed against my
ear.  "I could do this all night, love you
like this."

"I love making love with you, Mulder," I told
him meaning that more than I could ever
express to him.  His hand moved down and he
grasped my knee to open my legs to him.  I
reached for his penis and helped him to find
my opening and he pressed into me firmly,
filling me slowly.  "Ohhhhhhhh, god, you feel
so good..." I sighed as he pushed all the way
in against my cervix.

"Mmmmmmm, so do you," he said, just holding
himself against me, buried all the way.
Finally, he began moving his hips, pulling
out almost all the way before sliding little
by little all the way back in.  He was so
hard and thick and he felt so amazingly good,
I just closed my eyes and let myself feel
everything he was making me feel.

Mulder moved in and out a few more times
before pulling all the way out and jumping
quickly off the bed.  "Mulder?" I said,
wondering what the hell he was doing.  Then I
heard the zipper of one of our bags being
opened and realized he was retrieving a toy
of some kind.  God, I wasn't sure I could do
much more, but I waited to see what he was
going to bring back to bed.

"I want this to last, Scully," he said,
kissing me when he returned to the bed.  "I
need to slow down a little unless you want
this to end sooner rather than later."  I
could tell he laid a couple of things on the
nightstand, but I didn't bother to look,
wanting to be surprised by what he was going
to do.

Mulder lay to the side of me and we were
kissing when I felt him begin to slide one of
the dildos between my folds, finding my
opening and slipping it inside.  He turned it
on and my hips bucked, my eyes closing at the
sensation.  "Okay?" he asked and I nodded,
loving the feeling.  He began to slowly fuck
me with it, moving it around inside me,
rubbing it against every area of my vagina.
He moved it a little while to the left, a
little while on the right before pushing it
up against the front in search of my g-spot.

Finally, Mulder scooted down and took my
clitoris between his lips and turned the
vibrator to the top speed.  I shuddered with
an orgasm that seemed to spread through my
entire body like a slow flush, the heat
moving from my groin, over my abdomen, up
over my breasts.  It was almost as if
everything was in slow motion, the orgasm
coming at the same leisurely speed he had
been using when he fucked me.

After my hips had finally stopped shuddering,
he turned the vibrator down to the lowest
speed but kept slowly moving it in and out of
me.  He moved up along side me to kiss me and
I could taste myself on him.  "You're so
beautiful," he told me and I felt my skin
warm all over again.  I reached to stroke him
and he was still hard as a rock, the velvety
skin of his penis stretched tight.

"I want you inside me," I murmured to him, my
voice still slurred from the arousal of my
orgasm.  He held onto me and rolled me
slightly to my side towards him and I
wondered what he was doing.  He pulled the
dildo out of me and turned the vibrations
off.  Then I felt his finger at my sphincter
and then the end of the wet dildo push
against the small muscle of my anus.  He slid
it in only a little bit before pulling it
back, almost all the way out and began to
slowly fuck my rectum with the vibrator,
still not turned on.  "That feels really
good," I told him softly, enjoying the
friction against my sphincter.

"I'm going to turn it on now," he whispered
to me and for some reason, that statement
made me tremble and my sex flood.  He turned
it on low and pushed it in a little further
this time, then pulled it back out.  I leaned
further onto my side and wrapped my leg over
his hip to give him better access.  He moved
it in and out several more times and then
turned the knob and the vibrations began a
strong pulse.

"Oh, god," I gasped, my anus tightening
against the dildo from sensation.

"Relax, baby," Mulder told me, rubbing his
hand against my tightened cheeks to help me.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax as
best I could with a vibrating dildo hanging
out of my ass.  He moved it in deeper, with
only a small part of the end still on the
outside.  Then, Mulder moved me to lie on my
back and moved between my legs, grasping my
knees in each of his hands, the vibrator
still doing its job in my rectum.  He hooked
his elbows under my knees and leaned down to
kiss me, to suck on my nipple as my legs
spread wide open.

Then he entered me, his penis splitting me
open with my legs in that position.
"Ohhhhhh, shiiiiiit," Mulder said when he had
gotten inside me, now feeling the dildo's
vibrations through the membrane between my
vagina and rectum.  "Oh, my god!" he said,
shaking his head to clear it a bit.

With his penis inside me, I felt completely
filled and my entire abdomen seemed to be
pulsing in rhythm to the vibrator.  Mulder
began to move, slowly fucking me in tandem
with the pulses and it felt as though the
battery was in his penis.  "Mulder, my
god..." I moaned, feeling so damned good I
could barely stand it.  He just kept up a
steady rhythm with deep, firm thrusts, the
movement of my hips causing the dildo to give
a slight jiggle inside my rectum each time.

"Harder," I told him, needing more pressure
against my clitoris, needing to come.  He
shifted his body and began to lever into me,
his hips undulating against my pubic bone,
rubbing against my clitoris, pressing it
hard.  "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, knowing if
he kept that up for a few more strokes I
would climax.

And I did, my vagina clamping him, clenching
his penis inside me as my inner muscles
quivered in waves.  All I could do was hold
my breath as my hips tremored, the dildo
moving in my anus as my body shook.
"Mulllerrr," I slurred when I could finally
speak.  "Takeitout... Take it out," I
whispered, unable to bear the stimulation in
my rectum any longer.

Mulder removed the vibrator and returned to
pumping inside me in earnest again, needing
his release.  "Come on, Mulder," I was able
to softly coax him, my hips moving in counter
thrust against his.  Mulder straightened his
arms, locking his elbows as he began to lever
into me, fucking me hard and fast.  "Oh,
jesus," I yelled, feeling another orgasm
stirring in my groin.  "Yes!  Yessssssssss!"
I yelled as I climaxed, his penis still
slamming against my cervix.

"Sculllllleeee!" he yelled, his hot semen
bursting into me as he came, spurting into me
in several erratic, deep thrusts.  "Oh, god,
baby," he sighed as he fell on top of me, his
breath panting against the side of my neck.
He continued to lay over me, rolling his hips
against mine as he came down, his penis still
inside.  I could feel our fluids trickle out
of me, dripping down my perineum and onto the
sheet.

I felt him start to move off of me and I
didn't want to lose the feeling of him on top
of me and inside me.  "Stay," I said into his
ear, my legs and arms wrapping around him to
hold on.

"I'm squishing you," he said with a slight
chuckle.

"Just for a few minutes," I smiled to him,
loving the heavy feeling of his hips against
mine.  He touched his lips to mine then and
we kissed and humped for several long minutes
before Mulder's now soft penis finally slid
out of me.  He moved to my side and pulled
the spread over us before gathering me into
him to take a sex-induced nap.

We slept for an hour or so and, after waking
and kissing for a while, realized we were
both famished.  Mulder made a couple of
sandwiches and I put together a simple salad.
We sat next to each other at the small table
in the kitchen, still naked, and fed each
other occasional bites of our food as we ate.
"I love you," I told him, realizing that such
a simple statement meant so much more.

Mulder smiled that smile at me and I knew
that he knew just how much I did mean by
those three little words.  He bent to kiss my
neck and nuzzled near my ear before he put
his lips against it and whispered, "I'm going
to make you feel soooooo good."  The
vibration of his sexy voice against my skin
made my sex throb and I couldn't resist
moving to sit in his lap, wanting just to
hold him and to have him hold me.

"Let's go to bed," I finally whispered,
barely believing that I was ready to have sex
again, let alone needing to.  We left our
food where it sat and could barely keep our
hands off each other as we headed for the
bedroom.

We both landed in the middle of the bed, the
sheets still in disarray.  I immediately
straddled Mulder and lay on top of him to
begin kissing him.  "I think it's my turn to
make you feel good," I smiled to him between
kisses.

"You always make me feel good," he smiled
back.

"What do you want?" I whispered in his ear as
I nuzzled his neck, kissed his cheek.

Mulder took my face in his hands and kissed
me softly, his wet lips caressing mine with
tenderness only Mulder could provide.
"Surprise me," he smiled.

I slid off him to lay by his side, wrapping
my arms around him and he rolled to face me.
I slid my leg over his hip and snuggled into
him, my breasts pushing firmly against the
skin of his chest.  His erection rested
between my legs, Mulder gently rubbing
himself against my pubic hair.  "Mmmmmm, that
feels nice," he murmured as he nuzzled my
neck.  I reached down and grasped his shaft,
stroking several times, closing my palm over
the glans with each pass of my hand.  I
placed him at my opening and he pushed in,
his hand pulling my hips closer to him to
deepen the penetration.  "That feels really
nice," he smiled at me.

"Really, really nice..." I sighed, always
loving Mulder's first entrance inside my
body, each time a different sensation, always
wonderfully satisfying.  And I liked having
sex in this position, facing each other on
our sides.  We could kiss and talk and hold
each other, my breasts and abdomen stimulated
by his body hair.

Mulder pulled my leg up higher on his waist
and we continued to slowly move against each
other for several long minutes, just enjoying
the movement of our bodies in tandem.  We
continued for a little while longer, before I
whispered to him, "Close your eyes and don't
move."  I let go of my embrace and moved away
from him, his thick penis slipping out and I
immediately missed it.

"Scully?" he questioned, but did as I'd
asked.

"Just trust me," I told him, leaving the bed
to get the vibrator out of the bathroom where
I'd left it after I'd washed it.  I slathered
it with lube and crawled back into bed with
him, still lying on his side, his eyes
closed.  I kissed him several times before
sitting up and caressing his hip, down his
flank.  Then, I slipped my fingers between
his buttocks, rubbing some of the residual
lube against his anus.

"Oh, jesus christ..." Mulder sighed, now
realizing what I was going to do.

"Lay on your stomach a minute," I requested
softly, wanting better access to his behind.

"Scully..." he said, looking at me.  I bent
down to give him a slow kiss, reassuring him.

"It's your turn," I smiled to him and he
rolled the rest of the way over to his
stomach.  His crossed his arms under his head
on the pillow and closed his eyes.  God, he
has a beautiful ass...

I rubbed my hand slowly over his cheeks, the
soft hair tickling my palm, the lubricant
glistening between them.  I slipped my finger
between the flesh and began to massage his
sphincter slowly, wanting to relax him and
just wanting it to feel good.  I kissed his
back, his bottom, my finger slipping inside
his anus, his little round muscle grabbing it
tightly.  I moved my finger in and out and
around a little bit to relax him and then
slipped the head of the dildo in where my
finger had been.

I heard him moan as his hips twitched in
response and I gave the fuzzy skin of his
bottom another kiss.  I pushed the dildo only
a little further in before pulling it out
again, but not all the way.  I continued to
do that for several minutes, Mulder's hips
beginning to move against the sheet under him
in response.  I kissed his back, his shoulder
blade, pressing my breasts into his back as I
bent to whisper in his ear.  "Feel good?"

"Really good," he smiled against his arm, not
opening his eyes.  I was pushing the dildo in
fairly deep by now, but still hadn't turned
it on.  His hips were almost undulating now
and I knew he was stimulating himself against
the sheet.

"I've never done this to you before.  You've
done it to me, but..." I realized, continuing
to fuck his ass.

"Enjoying yourself?" he mumbled against the
pillow.

"Very much.  Would you like me to turn it
on?" I whispered to his ear, teasing him.

"That would turn me on," he teased back.  I
pushed the dildo in as deep as I should and
immediately turned the knob to its lowest
setting, his hips startling as it began to
hum.  "Uhhhhhh," he sighed, burying his face
into the pillow.  I began to slowly fuck him
with it again, using my other hand to massage
against the skin of his back, his bottom.
His hips began to move more intensely against
the bed and I definitely didn't want him to
come this way.

I lay down along side his body and began to
kiss him, cuddling into his body.  "Turn back
on your side, Mulder," I asked him, the
vibrator continuing to hum in his rectum.
Mulder rolled to his side and reached for me,
wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me
against me, kissing me for all he was worth.

"You are making me crazy, Scully," he said
against my lips, his hand pulling my hips
flush with his sex, his penis hard and his
sac pressed tightly against my thigh.  I
lifted my leg over his hip and reached for
his penis, quickly finding my center.  He
pushed into me, groaning deeply, "Oh,
shiiiittttt," the vibrator pushing into him
when the muscles of his bottom tightened with
his thrust, the bulge of the simulated
scrotum on the end the only thing preventing
it from disappearing all the way into his
rectum.

I swear I could feel the vibration of the
dildo through Mulder's penis and it made my
vagina tingle, yes, tingle.  He pulled my leg
up higher on his side and we kissed and
kissed as we fucked and fucked, the vibrator
humming along.  "I can feel the vibrations,"
I told him, his hips pumping against me in
earnest now.

"Feel good?" he asked, still kissing me
everywhere.

"Really, really good..."

Mulder's hand move from its place on my ass
and he reached behind himself to grasp the
end of the vibrator, thinking he was going to
remove it.  But, instead, he turned the knob
on the end and his hips jerked when he turned
the speed up all the way.  "Oh, my god," I
sighed, feeling the vibrations increase as
well.

Mulder quickly pushed me to my back, his
penis staying firmly implanted inside me.  I
opened my legs and his hips settled between
them, his hips resuming their rhythm against
me.  "Shit, Scully," he sighed.  "I'm not
gonna last with this thing in my ass."

"It's okay.  Let go," I reassured him.

"Help me along here, Scully," he struggled,
still holding on, wanting me to climax.  I
reached down between us and found my
clitoris, pushing and rubbing it while he
continued to pump into me.  "That's the
way... that's the way," he chanted, his voice
strained.

I felt my groin begin to tighten, the
familiar sensation of orgasm starting to
build between my legs.  "Harder," I
whispered, needing a little more from him to
take me over the edge.  He shifted his body a
little bit, moving his knees closer to me and
his penetration deepened, his pubic bone
pushing my fingers harder against my
clitoris.  "Yessssss...." I sighed, waiting
for it to hit.  I always loved these few
moments; when you know you're there, that you
know you're going to come and you are just
waiting for the moment.

"Uhhhhhhhh," I groaned, a very un-ladylike
groan, as my climax hit, the white lights
flashing behind my eyes, my hips shuddering
with every clamp of my inner tissue.  I was
holding my breath as my body continued to
quiver through the orgasm, my lungs emptying
only when my body started on the down side.

"Sculleeeee!" Mulder yelled as he came, his
come squirting into me before I had totally
finished my orgasm.  The pressure of his
hips, the feel of his release sent me over
the edge again, a less intense release, but
very satisfying none the less.

"I love you, Mulder," I whispered to him as
lay over me panting.

"I love you, baby," he told me when he was
able to speak.  He slid off me to his side
and I immediately sat up and grasped his hand
that was reaching for the vibrator, still
imbedded in his rectum, buzzing along.

"Let me," I told him, taking hold of the end
that was flush with his anus.  I turned the
vibrations off and his hips shuddered, a
movement that was so sexy I could barely
stand it.  I pulled the dildo almost all the
way out before moving it back in just a
little bit, stroking it in and out a few
times before pulling it all the way out.  I
dropped in on the bed and moved back into his
embrace.

"That was... soooooooo good," he smiled,
kissing the end of my nose rubbing his hands
over my back, my bottom.  "Really, really
good."

We lay there for a while, petting each other,
kissing a bit before Mulder managed to pull
the sheet and spread up over us.  "What do
you think Walter and Monica did after they
left this afternoon?" Mulder asked as I lay
in his arms.

"I doubt the rest of their day was as
enjoyable as ours," I smiled.

"Says who?  Maybe they had wild monkey sex in
the back seat of Walter's car," Mulder joked.

"Well, even if they did, it couldn't be as
good as what we did today," I told him matter
of factly.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Because they aren't in love with each
other," I answered, moving up to look at him.
"I relish what we have with them, Mulder.  It
is physically and emotionally gratifying;
very gratifying. But what takes it to the
next level is being in love with the person
you are making love to; what you and I have."
Mulder just nodded as I bent to kiss him, our
lips now cooled but warming quickly as we
kissed.

"So... what do you want our next encounter to
be?" he asked me through his smile.

"Surprise me," I smiled back.



THE END

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