2 comments/ 46743 views/ 3 favorites X-Files: Unidentified Santa Object By: Deadly Joker 11:47 PM December 24th The outer suburbs of Washington D.C. "Christmas is such bullshit, man," Matt Black said, and took another tug on the bottle. Tall and broad-shouldered, his short black curly hair was tucked under a winter cap. He passed the bottle to his friend, Jack Jones. "I know what you mean, man," Jack said, and took a mouthful himself. "It's like...like bullshit, like you said." By instinct, he brushed a stray blond hair behind his ear. Just as tall as his friend, and also in the last year of high school, he was skinnier and had stringy blonde hair down to his shoulders. The two young men had left their neighbourhood after the family rituals of Christmas Eve, and stolen up to this wooded hillside, lightly covered in snow, to look down on the lights of their little borough and the dark fields that stretched beyond. Illuminated clearly with spotlights on this night was the main church, its grey stone steeple bathed in pure white light. Jack pulled something out of the inner pocket of his jacket. "I got the blunt right here, man. Lemmie light it up. Hey, what the hell is in that swill, anyway?" "I just mixed stuff together from a few bottles so my dad wouldn't notice too much of one thing missing, y'know?" Matt tipped the bottle and finished the last of it, then tossed the bottle into the bushes and wiped his lips with his sleeve. "Yuck!" Jack shook his head, and then laughed drunkenly. "So anyway," Matt said, "like I was saying man, about Christmas. I can't believe the bullshit. I can hardly fuckin' stand it sometimes, man. Hypocrisy." "Holy SHIT! Look at that!" Jack yelled, and pointed up to the sky while his call echoed around him. Matt looked up as well, and their eyes focused on a streak through the dark starry sky. They kept their eyes on it until it disappeared from sight, and then for a long time afterward kept their eyes on the heavens. "Did you see it to?" Jack asked, turning toward Matt with eyes glittering and heavy breath visible in the cool air. "The reindeer, and..." "...and dragging that sleigh..." Matt continued, awed. "...and," Jack said, "did you catch - I mean - the fat guy sitting there, giving a little, um, wave and laugh? I mean..." "Shit!" Matt jumped up and began running down the hill. He called back to his friend, who had belatedly started after him: "I gotta get on the phone and tell people about this. We'll be famous!" ***** Jack and Matt stood outside the phone booth on the edge of a small gas station. They were in a bit of a panic when they got to the payphone, and wrestled over the receiver, getting into a shoving match about who to call first. In the end they let the operator direct the call to the department that was appropriate (Jack had yelled in Matt's other ear at that moment, so he hadn't caught the name exactly), and the person on the phone there had asked them to wait at their current location. Over the hill, along the two-lane highway, two police cars appeared, flashing their lights but quietly heading in their direction. "Maybe we should make a run for it?" Jack asked. "Nah, don't worry man," Matt said, a slight tremble in his voice. The cars stopped around the phone booth, and a large officer with short dark hair stepped out of one. "Misters Matt Black and Jack Jones?" he asked. They nodded. "You placed a call in about a sighting of some sort?" They started to talk, but he quieted them with a wave. "We're just here until the right person comes along. Don't tell us, we're not involved. "We'll just all sit tight and the right person'll come along soon to straighten this all out with you, ok?" The two boys stood around the phone booth nervously. The two police cars, belonging to the local division, each held a pair of police officers. The dark-haired one who had stepped out to talk to them was sitting beside a large black officer with close-cropped hair, and the other car held two white officers, also large and burly, one with brown hair in a brush-cut, the other shaven-headed. They kept their eyes fixed on the boys, though they exchanged no more conversation. Occasionally a car would stop for gas, and the boys could see the accusatory glances that the customers would throw at them, and an appreciative glance towards the police cars. "Fuck man, you think we're in trouble?" Jack asked. "Don't worry, don't worry," Matt replied. "What can they do? We haven't done anything wrong...ok, so we're a little plastered. Big deal." A coffee-coloured Ford Taurus drove up and stopped beside the police cars. A few of the officers got out to talk to the driver, so the boys didn't get a clear view right away. "Hey there Scully," on of the officers said. "I didn't expect to see you. Is this an X-File?" "Not exactly," they heard a female voice reply. "But it's kind of in the neighbourhood. I owe a few favours, and Washington wants to keep this sort if stuff hush-hush, you know?" "Hey don't tell us, Scully," another officer said. "The less we know the better." Scully got out of the car, and walked up to where the two boys stood, looking chilled as the air had grown colder in the early morning hours. They saw a short woman with straight red hair down to her shoulders, and delicate white skin highlighted by slight eyeliner and glossy lipstick. She was slim and fit, but not without some flesh to add a roundness to her face and curves to her body. She was wrapped in a black leather trench coat that dropped almost to the ground, where the pointed toes of her black boots peeked out. "Special Agent Dana Scully, FBI," she told the boys, and flashed her identification. "You've reported a 'sighting'?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, um, y'see, you know Santa, right? Well..." Matt started. "Shutup!" she snapped. "Not here. I've booked a room in the motel across the street." She turned her head over her shoulder: "Officers, can you help me escort these two?" The officers led the two to the small ramshackle motel across the street. When Scully got out the key and opened the door they were pushed into a small dingy room on the first floor, with the door and window facing out into the parking lot. It was a room with a single large bed, a dresser, a table with a couple of chairs, and a TV. A dark doorway at the other end of the room led to the bathroom. A few bland paintings hung on the walls, and the room itself seemed abandoned halfway in a repair, with the wallpaper stripped off of half the walls in the room, leaving multi-coloured, patched-up drywall visible. "Thank you officers," Scully said, "I'll take it from here." They left and she closed the door and pulled the window curtain. She pulled two chairs, without armrests, away from the table, and placed them together at the side of the room. "Sit down," she snapped, and pointed with her finger. The two boys sat down in the chairs, bumping their hips and shoulders against each other, Matt's right side bumping against Jack's left.. Hands in their laps, they were suddenly aware of being alone with this strange woman; someone who obviously outranked the police officers. They were still buzzed as well. The sound of late-night TV came from the room next door. "So, you boys think you saw something, do you?" Scully had taken off her leather trench coat. She now stood before them, hands-on-hips, with her leather boots ending just below her knees, stockings disappearing under a black skirt, and a white silk blouse on top. "I got briefed on my way over, let's see if I have it correct," Scully said. "You're Matt Black, nineteen, senior in high school, spotty academic record and not many prospects after graduating, either academically or career-wise, is that right?" "Uh, yeah," said Matt. "Well, I mean-" "Shut up," Scully said, sharply. She undid the top button of her blouse. "And you're Jack Jones, eighteen, also a senior at the same school, marginally better academically, but with two convictions; one for possession and the other for theft?" "Petty theft," Jack said. "Mrs...uh, Special Agent...um..." "Scully. Call me Scully, you drug-addled slacker." She casually undid another button of her blouse. The silk fell back to reveal the edge of her black bra. "Now," she continued, "from what I hear, you both think you saw something, is that right?" "Yeah," Matt said, "Santa Claus!" "And his reindeer!" Jack added. "And his sleigh! And there were these magic sparkles too, along his path in the sky." He looked up at Scully, standing over them both, hands on hips and top half-undone and a hard, incredulous look in her eyes. He finished meekly: "I think...uh...I think he waved at us..." "Do you corroborate the account of your dim-witted friend here, Mr. Black?" she asked Matt. He nodded. "Well," she continued, and began to run her hands over her stomach, and up her chest. "Maybe I can convince you boys otherwise? Maybe you didn't see anything? Maybe it was all in your heads?" She unbuttoned her blouse fully, exposed her milky-white chest, and cupped her bra-constrained breasts in her hands. She breathed huskily, "I can be your Christmas Eve firecracker." The two boys glanced at each other, but stayed quiet. Scully looked down at their crotches, "Mmm, I love getting a reaction from the crowd." She knelt down in front of them, running her hands over the bulges in their pants. She shifted over in front of Matt, unbuttoned and lowered his pants, letting his cock spring out. It bobbed in the air, already hard. "Shit," Scully cursed under her breath, "they're making them bigger'n'thicker every year." "Mr. Jones," she turned to Jack, "would you kindly wrap your fist around your friend's throbbing cock?" "Wha!" Matt jumped. "Um, I don't think so," Jack said. "If you don't feed me his cock," Scully said, "I'm not going to suck it." She licked her glossy red lips. Jack looked over at Matt. "Fuck man, what a bitch" Matt said, "Well, I wanna get my cock sucked...go ahead." Jack moved his left arm over, and gingerly moved his hand around his friend's lightly throbbing, veiny cock, gripping it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger. "Not like a little sissy!" Scully said. "Grab it like you want to blow a load thinking about your mother!" Jack whimpered but Scully just gave him an evil grin that exposed her white teeth. Jack wrapped his hand around the base of Matt's cock, and when Scully opened her mouth he directed the cock between her lips. "Oh shit you two, don't stop!" Matt growled. Scully worked her red lips over the cockhead and down the shaft, slobbering over Matt's cock, taking it into her mouth until it hit Jack's hand. The two began working in a rhythm on Matt's cock, Jack's hand sliding up-and-down the saliva slickened shaft, while Scully's hot mouth followed close behind. "Yummy!" Scully said, pulling off. She moved over in front of Jack and undid his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. "Oooh, another big one! Mr. Black, your hand around his lovely cock, if you please?" Jack hadn't taken his hand off Matt's cock, and still slowly stroked the wet shaft. Matt reached over, with a little grimace on his face, and put his hand around Jack's cock. His stress subsided when Scully pushed the action onward, putting her mouth over Jack's cock and letting Matt's hand help her minister oral pleasure. "Aaaah, fuck that's good!" Jack cried out. Scully moved upward, tugged up on Jack's shirt until his nipples were exposed. She tugged, bit, and sucked at them. Moving over to Matt she undid the top of his shirt to expose his nipples, and gave them the same treatment with her hot mouth. "Mmm..." she growled, "hot little fag-boys make my pussy flow." She crouched down on her knees again and let Jack feed her Matt's cock. She moved her mouth down to wetly suck at Matt's hairy balls, and Jack pulled Matt's cock up to give her better access. Matt groaned. "We're not gay, you know," Jack said. Scully moved her mouth over to suck at Jack's cock. "Sure, sure," she chuckled with a growl. "You're my little teen bitches. You'll be as gay as I tell you. You got that, bitch?" She sucked at Jack's cock, running her teeth around the cockhead to emphasize her point. She pulled off. "Keep strokin' each other. Fuck you're makin' me wet! What a sight!" Both boys closed their eyes as they slowly but deliberately stroked each other's rigid cocks. They heard clicks but didn't pay them any mind until they became more frequent. "Oh shit!" Matt had opened his eyes. "She's taking pictures!" Scully stood in front of them, eye through the viewfinder of a camera. She'd captured multiple pictures of the two; pants around their ankles and chests, jacking each other off. "That's right," she chuckled, "so, if any of this Santa shit gets out, you know these are going public, alright?" She put away the camera, and tossed off her blouse, unzipped her skirt, and pulled off her boots. "Now, let's fuck!" The boys quickly pulled off their clothes until they were stark naked. Scully stood in the middle of the room and Matt knelt down in front of her, and pressed his nose and mouth into her crotch, covered by black panties, soaking in the heat and dampness. "Mmmm, fuck!" He muttered into Scully's crotch, soaking in the scent of her pussy, and causing shivers to coarse up and down Scully's body. She pulled off her bra. Jack knelt down behind her and pulled her panties to the side, and dived in between her asscheeks, lapping at the pucker, tasting the strong tangy scent. "Fuck, your ass is nasty!" Jack growled. "When's the last time you washed back here? Fuckin' dirty bitch." He pushed his face into her ass again, his tongue probing into her pungent hole. Scully shivered as Matt pulled her panties aside in front, and dove his face into her pussy, covered by sparse curly red hair. She felt something strange and looked down, and saw Jack using his hand to rub his cock against one of Scully's stocking-clad ankles. "Fuck, you nasty boys are off the hook," she growled, and put a hand on each boy's head, urging them to eat her up. Matt's face got wetter and wetter as Scully's pussy rubbed across it. "Fuck, I need a cock in me!" she growled, stepping away and pulling off her now-soiled panties. She threw herself on the bed, a petite redhead now entirely naked except for her black stockings. She lay on her back on the cheap coverings and spread her legs, her pussy pink and wet and ready. "Which of you studs is gonna fuck my sweet pussy first?" Matt stepped up to Scully, and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his cockhead over the slick outer lips of her pussy and then thrust inward with his hips. "Uuuungh!" Matt cried out. "Ooooh!" Scully called, "That's nice, that's good. Yes. Yes yes yes." "Shit, your pussy's suckin' my cock better than your mouth!" Matt growled and bent forward, bringing his mouth to Scully's and sharing a wet kiss. Their tongues battled and probed each other's mouths. Matt's hips built up a steady rhythm plunging in and out of Scully's pussy as she wrapped her legs around his back and locked her ankles together. Jack sat at the side of the bed, stroking his cock and watching the action. He leaned in and brought his mouth to Scully's breast, sucking and nibbling a nipple. "Mmm, suck my tit," Scully moaned, and clutched the breast with one hand. "Mr. Black, why don't you help Mr. Jones here suck my tit? The same one. Ungh. Yeah." Scully held her breast out and the two boys converged on her nipple, first one sucking it and then the other. Then both flicked their tongues at it together, bumping tongue-tips and driving Scully wild at the sight. Matt pushed his upper body up on his arms and concentrated on his cock moving in the hot, slippery, quivering confines of Scully's pussy. "Oh fuck, here I come." "Blow your load baby," Scully growled, and brought her hand down to play with her clit. "Yeah, let your cock explode inside my sweet velvet pussy. Fill the old slut up with your teen jizz." Her other hand reached up to Matt's shoulder and she ran her nails down his back, biting into the flesh. "Aaaaaargh!" Matt thrust deep into Scully's pussy and pumped his semen into her. Twisting her clit, Scully felt the cock burst in her cunt and had a little orgasm of her own. Eyes closed, feeling dizzy, Matt pulled out and rolled off. to the side of the bed. "C'mon Mr. Jones," Scully looked at Jack. Though Matt was now curled up by himself, eyes closed, in post-orgasmic bliss, her lust had only grown hungrier with fucking. "Sloppy seconds, baby!" Jack pushed his cockhead against her pink pussy, and a little white cum leaked out. He pushed inward and slipped in easily. "Ooooh," Scully shivered. "You like that, you like your cock in my hot little socket, slicked up with your friend's jizz?" A pink flush suffused Scully's pale white skin. She locked her ankles behind Jack's back and threw her hands over her head, clutching at the bed sheets with her fists. Her glossy red lips parted, gasping and groaning. Matt, senses regained, looked at the couple fucking, and edged closer. He fixed his mouth on one of Scully's breasts, sucking the nipple into his mouth. Moving lower, Matt traced his tongue down Scully's taught stomach, which trembled as Jack pumped in and out of her pussy. Moving his mouth over her belly button, he spit into it and then sucked it with his mouth, rimming it with his tongue. "Oooh, baby," Scully moaned, "suck my hard little clitty." Matt looked downward. A short distance away Jack's cock pumped between Scully's fleshy pussy lips, and right at the top her clit stuck out, enflamed. Both Scully and Jack groaned, and Scully used a hand to push downward on Matt's head. Matt resisted a bit and then moved towards her pussy, and extended his tongue to flick at her clit. "Oooo!" she screamed. "Fuck, I got one little bitch fuckin' my pussy, and another little bitch suckin' my pussy. Ungh-ungh-ungh-" Scully and Jack bucked hard at each other. Matt moved his entire mouth over Scully's pussy, sucking down on the top of it, and over where Jack's cock pumped in and out. Scully and Jack orgasmed with grunts and growls, and Matt sucked at their junction. "Ungh," Jack groaned. He'd finished cumming inside Scully and slowly pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside her. Matt's mouth moved further downward, sucking at her leaking pussy. "Oh shit," Scully said, bringing a hand to her forehead, and helplessly grinning ear-to-ear. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." Scully spread her legs wide, giving Matt's mouth room to suck at her pussy where her red bush was wet and clung to her skin. "Feel good?" Jack asked beside her, tracing a finger around her nipple. "Jesus Christ!" Scully cried, and then gave a big laugh. "This little bitch is eating my two-boy creampie like it's his last meal." She grabbed Matt's head by the hair and pushed him further into her sloppy pussy. Then she grabbed Jack's head with her other hand and brought his face close to hers. "He's eating out your fuckin' cum. Don't you think that's pretty kinky?" "You're fuckin' kinky," Jack groaned, and kissed her hungrily. His wet flaccid cock pressed against her side. "You two boys ever suck each other's cocks?" she asked. "No," Jack answered, hesitatingly. "Hmmmm," Scully half-moaned from Matt's ministrations. "I think you should consider it." She quivered silently as Matt kept lapping at her pussy. "In fact, you know what? You guys kiss each other and you can have my ass." Matt lifted his head up from Scully's pussy. His face was wet, smeared with male and female juices. Jack and Matt leaned into each other, over Scully's body, and shared a long french kiss, tongues intertwining and swapping spit and cum. "Holy fucking shit!" Scully's jaw dropped at the sight. "Talk about your fuckin' male slut-bitches!" The two guys broke off, and looked away from each other sheepishly. X-Files: Unidentified Santa Object Scully said, "A promise is a promise," and turned over onto her elbows and knees, ass in the air. The sight of her round ass in the air brought the guys together again. Jack licked and sucked at her asshole while Matt bit and slapped her asscheeks, and said, "Nasty bitch! We'll get the best of you! We're not done yet!" "Bring it on, motherfuckers!" she taunted, swung her ass side-to-side in front of their faces. "You hear that, man?" Matt asked. "Let's give it to the bitch!" "Fuck, look at this," Jack said. "Look at her ass take my finger." Jack's finger moved in and out of Scully's puckered asshole. Matt wet a finger in her pussy and brought it beside Jack's, and they each worked a finger in and out of her ass, spreading it open. "Time to bring out the heavy-duty weapon of ass destruction," Matt growled, and stroked his cock, which had grown hard again. Matt crouched over her and wet his cock in her pussy with a few strokes, and then withdrew and pressed his cockhead against her asshole. "Ow!" Scully jumped away as he tried to press in. "Fuck, she moved!" Matt growled. "Here," Jack said, "just hold her hips, I'll guide you in." Matt held Scully by her hips, and Jack gripped Matt's cock, pressing it in until the cockhead disappeared in Scully's ass. He spit on the shaft for some extra lubrication, and then bent lower to suck at Scully's pussylips while Matt fucker her ass above his head. "Oh fuck!" Scully growled, and clawed at the bedspread. "Fucking motherfucker! FUCK MY ASS, BITCH!" "Oh God, your ass is fuckin' clamping my dick!" Matt growled. "It's gonna fuckin' bruise it black and blue!" He pumped his cock in and out of her ass, pushing deeper on each thrust. "I'm gonna fuckin' loosen up your tight little ass." Matt and Scully rolled over, so that now Matt was on his back, thrusting up at Scully. She had her ass impaled on Matt's cock, and her eyes bugged out as he grabbed her throat with one hand, pressing him against her. Jack's hard cock responded to the sight of Scully's open pussy like a heat-seeking missile. He piled on and thrust his cock in, and in a moment they were a three-person flesh sandwich, writhing and bumping and grunting. "Oh you little bitches!" Scully cried out as Matt pumped her ass while Jack pumped her pussy. "Nasty boys! Nasty, dirty filthy boys. Keep fucking me! Don't stop, DON'T STOP!!!" Both boys bit down on her neck, one at either side, and used their bodies to slam into Scully until the bed banged against the wall in time to their violent rhythm and the painting above the bed shook and clattered. Scully came with a scream, and then the two cocks inside her exploded as well, and all three crotches became drenched in sex juice. Breathing hard while coming down, Scully slowly and difficultly wormed her way up, between the two large male bodies. The two soft cocks slipped out of her, until she crawled higher, worming her body up to where Matt and Jack rested their heads. Sore, she flipped herself over until her pussy was in Matt's face and her ass was open to Jack. She grabbed their heads and guided their mouths to where she wanted them. She grumbled as they licked her: "Yeah. Yeah. Fuckin' bitch boys eat up each other's spunk. Yeah. Fuckin' eat me out right. Ungh. You two fuck a woman pretty good for a couple of limp-wristed faggots. Mmmm." Scully purred. "Yeah, Mr. Black, eat Mr. Jones' cum from my pussy while Mr. Jones eats your cum from my ass. Ungh. Nice. Eventually fatigue settled over them and the three naked bodies collapsed entwined on the bed, Scully between the two young men. Scully's eyelids slid shut, but a pressure in her bladder wouldn't let her rest. She crawled off the bed and walked in unsteady steps to the bathroom. After she left, Jack and Matt's bodies began to miss her warm presence. They looked at each other and grinned as their eyes shone with hunger. ***** Scully sat naked on the toilet, her urine making a tinkling sound as it hit the ceramic bowl. She looked down at the floor, her hair hanging over her eyes, exhausted. Seeing something out of the corner of her eye, she looked to the side. There stood Jack and Matt in the doorway, their cocks half-swollen and getting harder with each throb. "Fuck, you bastards wore me out," she chuckled. They walked up to her, letting their cocks dangle in front of her face. She took a cock in each hand and stroked them gently. "If you guys want to get off again you're going to have to fuck each other." Both men groaned as she licked the heads of their cocks, rubbed them over her face, rubbed them against each other. "Why don't you two turn around for me? Show me your butts." They did so. "Aaaaah!" They sighed as she traced her fingers over their asses, running fingertips over their clenched assholes. "Mmmm," she purred, "Mr. Black, why don't you bend over there, over the side of the tub." He hesitated. "FBI orders!" He did as he was told, his knees on the throw rug, his elbows on the edge of the tub. Scully got up and crouched down behind him, spreading his cheeks and taking a few bold licks. Matt moaned. "Mr. Jones," Scully said, "give me you finger please." He hesitated. "Gimme, gimmie." Scully spit on Matt's asshole, and then took Jeff's index finger and pressed it against Matt's ass. Matt gasped and Jack shivered. Jack pushed his finger further into his friend's ass. "Work it in-and-out!" Scully growled. She pushed Jack's head closer to Matt's ass. "Lick it! Eat it! Ooooh, you boys make my pussy wet!" Matt closed his eyes and thrust his ass up into the air, resting his chest on the edge of the tub and bringing back his hands to spread his ass. Jack crouched behind him, working another finger into Matt's ass and getting it dripping wet with his lips and tongue. "Ooooh," Scully cooed, and brought her hand down to stroke Matt's cock, which hung hard between his legs. "Why don't you fuck your friend, Mr. Jones? Do you boys ever play around with each other? Show me." Jack lifted his head. "Uh, no. I mean, I don't know. Uh..." "C'mon baby, be my dildo." Scully grabbed Jack's cock with her other hand, and pulled him into position over Matt, his cock pressing against Matt's ass. "Fuck some male bitch ass." "It's okay," Matt muttered, and then louder. "It's o-okay, man. Fu...Fuck my ass, man. Put your dick in there." Jack didn't waste another second to push his cock in. Thrusting hard, Matt moved his hands back in front, to push his body back onto Jack's cock. "Ooooh," Scully's eyes bulged at the sight, and her free hand ran over her breasts and her pussy. Jack gripped Matt's hips and with a grimace on his face worked his cock in and out of Matt's ass, working it a bit deeper and a bit faster on each stroke. "So what do you think, baby?" she asked Jack. "Found a nice new warm place to stick your cock?" "Yeah, ungh," he grunted. "I want you boys to do this all the time now. Whenever you're horny. Do it in memory of me." Scully slipped away from the boys and walked out of the bathroom. When she returned the flash of her camera lit up the walls, capturing the two young men committing sodomy in the small hotel bathroom. Their grunts echoed off the tiles. Fired up, Jack grabbed a fistful of Matt's hair with one hand, snapping back Matt's head. Matt, gasping for breath as Jack's cock pounded his ass, just closed his eyes and grunted. Scully moved in and kissed Jack on the back of the neck. She whispered in his ear, "See baby, this is what you two should do all the time, whenever you two fucks are horny. In the school bathroom, in the woods, everywhere!" "Ungh, yeah," Jack grunted. "You gonna...you gonna have to put on some stockings though, Matt." Matt just grunted in response. "And some high heels," Jack continued, " and keep your cock and balls in a nice pair of fluffy pink panties." "Ungh, yes, Jack, yes." "And grow your hair long...umph..and you won't be Matt, you'll be Michelle..." "Yeah, fuck your cock's so deep in my ass! Work it!" "And," Jack huffed, "I want you to have some nice glossy red lipstick, and paint your lips with it. So you can suck me off...ungh...in your hot...wet...hot...UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!" Jack thrust deep and stayed there, cumming, his cock twitching and shooting deep into Matt's ass. Matt's cock, which had been hanging hard between his legs, bouncing to Jack's thrusts, shot off when Matt felt the ecstasy of the warm cum splattering in his bowels. His cum splattered over the floor and the side of the tub. The two boys collapsed onto the floor, breathing deeply. Minutes later, a clickety-clackety sound startled them. They opened their eyes and saw Scully, again in her leather boots and trench coat. She strode to them and stood over them, astride their two heads. She swept up her trench coat around her waist, revealing nothing but skin underneath, and squatted over their faces. A stream of urine began to flow from her pussy, onto their faces. Stunned and exhausted, it took a moment for Jack and Matt to close their eyes. Knowing they could do nothing to stop her, they relented and opened their mouths wide, sticking out their tongues, feeling the hot, bitter liquid splatter on their skin and begin to make a puddle on the floor tiles. After she finished, Scully quietly stood up and walked away, smoothing down her trench coat. At the door to the bathroom she turned and looked back. "Remember boys," she said, "Don't fuck with the FBI." -THE END- Thanks for reading my story! Please remember to vote, and if you have anything to say you can either leave a comment below or send me personal feedback. I always love to hear what readers think of my stories.