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The "Sneak-Peek" excerpt ( in essence, a sex scene within a sex scene! ) is given below exactly as it appears in the Microsoft Word version of the screenplay "SEX, COMEDY, MYSTERIES & MORE SEX," which has been uploaded to the very top of the FILES sections of thousands of Yahoo! Groups devoted to either of the following categories:
Gillian AndersonDana ScullyX-FilesCarmen ElectraTorrie WilsonPatricia HeatonJulia Louis-DreyfusDavid DuchovnyMitch PileggiUFOsGovernment ConspiraciesFan Fiction
Here's just a taste:
Bobby continued pounding and pounding Gillian’s slushy snatch with his skewering schlong but couldn’t help notice the golden, iridescent acting trophies on obvious display on the mantel a few feet ahead. Gillian had been awarded most of these for her work on “The X-Files.” The prismatically glittering objets d’vanité seemed to take on a power of their own as convection currents pulsated radially away from them and attempted to magnetically
ensnare Bobby in their otherworldly dreamscape. He tried to ignore them by instead concentrating on the shocking scene of unspeakable depravity he and Gillian were industriously participating in. She was still locked into the doggy-style position by his sinewy, rippling arm around her hips: Her low-hanging, sun-tanned, 44DD cow-udders flopping forward and smacking against the elbows of her outstretched arms and then swinging just as roughly backward and slapping against her oily lap, smacking and slapping, smacking and slapping, again and again -- the half-gallon of encapsulated saline solution sloshing around inside of each distended milk-jugg unmistakably audible.
Behind her, Bobby maintained his balance on his knees on the seat cushion of the damaged sofa, as he continued ramming his purple-crowned, vein-webbed, corn-on-the-cob into and out of Gillian’s husking meat-grinder. Inadvertently, he glanced up again for only an instant at the ethereally gleaming acting trophies that were still on Gillian’s mantel shelf but seemingly closer, and this time the paranormal force field emanating from them held fast and Bobby was helplessly lost. His vision became kaleidoscopic, and his eyes glazed over as if on a heroin trip. Suddenly, his consciousness was frighteningly
thrown into his most persistent nightmare scenario: Him jumping out from the concealing shadows and surprising Special Agent Dana Scully in Mulder’s office while she was alone dropping off one of her summary reports.
~~~zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz~~~
~zzZzz~ Bobby
easily overpowers and pushes Scully onto Mulder’s desk in the position of a gynecological exam, the back of her head coming to rest on a stack of manila folders, and rips open her trenchcoat, suit jacket, and silky blouse -- large and small buttons popping everywhere. With a quick flick of the wrist, he deftly unsnaps her skimpy bra from the front -- the now-empty, satiny cups tumbling to either side of her heaving chest -- and roughly squashes and fondles her creamy, perfectly shaped, B-cup (pre-implanted) breasts. He rudely hikes her tight skirt up over her flaring hips to her small waist, pulls the moistened crotch of her tiny panties to the side and, in one violent motion, completely buries his huge cock into her well-lubed vestibule. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ As Bobby starts stroking long and hard and deep into and out of Scully’s recumbent body, he catches sight of two black metal objects darkly glinting on Mulder’s desktop. They are a pair of medium-sized, black, binder clips together comprising a makeshift spine for one of the thicker alien-abduction reports in Mulder’s ever-growing collection. Bobby temporarily lets go of Scully’s bent and parted legs long enough to grab the amusingly anecdotal report, yanks the two clips off of it, and haphazardly chucks it over his left shoulder -- testimonials, drawings and photos flapping and scattering everywhere. He then mercilessly clamps both of the strong
binder clips onto Scully’s erect nipples, causing the redhead to yelp out in pain and scream profanities at her assailant. He then reaches over to a different area of Mulder’s desktop and clasps ahold of a chain of jumbo paperclips, apparently assembled by “Agent Spooky” as he was idly wasting time on Uncle Sam’s nickel. Bobby quickly passes one end of the paperclip chain through the silvery metal loop on Scully’s right nipple-clip and repeats the procedure on the left. The two nipple-clips thusly interconnected, he then pulls the middle of the chain up, over and behind his neck and braces it there. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ This sado-masochistic bondage configuration allows him to pull Scully’s tits up via the clips clamped onto her pain-stricken and stretched-out nipples by simply arching his thickly muscled back against the taut chain, making sure to coincide these backward arches with his cock-thrusts into Scully’s gushing twat. As he maniacally carries out this superb BDSM performance, Scully, while pursing her ruby-red lips and huffing and puffing like an Olympic sprinter, stares up at him with a look that’s equal parts
hatred and carnal lust. Right there, right then, she decides to kill him, but only after he makes her cum. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ As Bobby continues pummeling Scully’s pussy into the extremes of mutual ecstasy, instead of resisting his advances, she furtively reaches inside a reinforced inner pocket of her trenchcoat and locates her .44 Magnum Colt Anaconda -- all 3.7 pounds worth of guaranteed killing machine -- the revolver fully loaded with hollow-point bullets, and in one swift and graceful move (how in the world can such a delicate, petite hand hold onto such a
massive, clumsy object?) she shoves its six-inch barrel into Bobby’s mouth, the full length of the cold stainless steel clicking against his teeth, scraping along his palate, and impacting severely against the back of his gagging throat. Scully cocks the hammer and felinely growls, “Gimme the best fuck of my life or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off!!” Bobby instinctively tries to pull back and away to safety, but, ironically, discovers to his horror that he is tethered to Scully by his own chain around the back of his neck and is effectively anchored in place by the reverse-pull of her clamped tits -- well within the reach of Scully’s outstretched arm and fully loaded pistol. To make crystal clear her intentions, Scully slowly turns the barrel of the gun in Bobby’s mouth 90 degrees, exactly the way drug “gangstas” do it in the movies and music
videos. Most certainly, Bobby is no longer the predator; he is now the prey. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ As both of their sex juices intermingle and trickle down to saturate a few of Mulder’s X-files pinned under Gillian’s ass cheeks, Bobby could do nothing but obey Scully’s commands. Inevitably, they both scream out loud as simultaneous orgasms rip through their electrified bodies. Bobby pulls out of Gillian’s poontang-splattering pussy just in time to aim his firing howitzer at Mulder’s UFO “I Want to Believe” poster taped to the back wall of his office. The first thick packet of ropey sperm from the steely-eyed missile man parabolically arcs across eight feet of darkened space and hits dead-center the Billy Meier fake spaceship model in the picture. The second, third and fourth spurts of cocoa butter splash warmly across Scully’s beautiful face, plop-plop-plopping onto her hair, nose and chin and matting down the thick mascara of her seductive eyelashes, but with most falling into her sensuous mouth which is still invitingly open in orgasm. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ Bobby grips his gushing firehose and, like a windshield wiper, swings it left and right over Scully’s clothes and Mulder’s desktop, thoroughly covering her trenchcoat in thick puddles of his vanilla splooge, the tiny gold cross on her delicate necklace now trapped under a fat, cloudy droplet. (Bobby simply loves cumming on his girlfriends’ clothes. That way, even if he’s not around and other men come sniffing after her hoo-hoo, they’ll see his “mark” -- his silver “escutcheon,” his white-chocolate “fleur-de-lis,” the “crest” of his “family jewels” -- and realize that they have to venture elsewhere in their perpetual search of prime pussy.) ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ Scully, still lying on her back on top of Mulder’s beslimed desk, senses a second, though smaller, orgasm lurking behind her first and immediately seeks to capture it. Taking the gun out of Bobby’s mouth, she flips the grip upside-down and then turns the barrel in the opposite direction, that is, back toward herself. She then shoves as much of the gun as she can into her sloppily lubricated vagina, the curved trigger guard impacts hard up against her large throbbing clit with every wild, self-inflicted plunge into her enraptured
body, masturbating like a wild animal in heat until crying out in sweet release, once again. She lets go of the gun, but even though it’s thoroughly slathered in her climaxle grease, it remains securely embedded in her cunt. The last, precious dewdrops from Bobby’s shrinking phallus languidly drip onto the upside-down grip of the gun which is poking out of Gillian’s dark-red bush, swirling down its length and bestowing upon it a faux pattern of inlaid mother-of-pearls. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ After a few seconds, the set’s glaring lights snap on and a wave of applause builds up around the room. The entire sex scene is being captured on film by the Ten Thirteen crew! And as a shocked and confused Bobby looks away from them and back at Scully, she purrs in that famous voice of hers, “We wanted my millions of fans -- especially those of the lesbo persuasion -- to see how I like my cock. Thanks for auditioning. Don’t call us; we’ll call you. … NEXT!!” ~zzZzz~
~~~zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz~~~
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The haunting whistling that always followed signaled the end of the nightmare, and Bobby was back in the domain of the conscious -- back on the couch fucking the real Gillian Anderson, fast and furious, deep and hard.
If you want to experience the rest, try clicking on the following shortcuts.
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Novelette ( Microsoft Word doc. version [ illustrated ]
) http://savefile.com/files/1511947
Title: Sex, Comedy, Mysteries & More Sex
Sub-title: An Enchanting Evening with Gillian Anderson
Novelette ( Text File doc. version [ non-illustrated ]
) http://savefile.com/files/9560203
Title: Sex, Comedy, Mysteries & More Sex
Sub-title: An Enchanting Evening with Gillian Anderson
“The Turning” Review ( Text File doc. ) http://savefile.com/files/6779470
Critique of Gillian Anderson’s film debut
VPLs ( Text File doc.
) http://savefile.com/files/1326362
Commentary on classically sexy, visible pantylines
Female Masturbation ( Text File doc.
) http://savefile.com/files/5817131
Commentary on exquisite art of female masturbation
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