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I Lick Your Style	By : CrystalShip Category: +G through L > Jem Views: 3147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: I Lick Your Style
Author: Crystal Ship
Summary: Misfits smutfic
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: desired
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and am not making any money off of this story.

I Lick Your Style

The sweet taste of victory. Pizzazz bathed in it as the Misfits played to yet another packed stadium. Every song ignited the audience, and the adoring fans in the first few rows practically drooled over their heroines performing their aggressive, entrancing music. Pizzazz seduced the audience during “I Like Your Style”, flirting with everyone in the crowd. They, in turn, watched their diva’s every move.

Today was an extra special day for the singer. In addition to experiencing the thrill of a live performance, it was also Pizzazz’s birthday. She would have a celebration befitting her status, after the show.

When the Misfits had finished their second encore, performing “Welcome to the Jungle” and “Takin’ It All” to a frenzied crowd, they waved goodbye and exited the stage. Sweat poured from Pizzazz’s face but instead of barking at a stage hand to give her a towel, she asked politely. She was in a grand mood, already licking her chops in anticipation of what awaited her. Her heart pounded from the exhilaration of the concert and thoughts of her upcoming night.

The heavily escorted band made its way to their bus, shielded from the swarming fans. Pizzazz reclined in her seat as she drank a cold beer and reached for the bowl of fruit that was always available after a show, per her orders. She observed the crowd from her vantage point on the other side of the darkened windows. As in every city the Misfits conquered, male and female fans supplicated themselves, offering up their bodies and anything else for a glimpse of Pizzazz’s stardom, a look, an autograph, a touch of the hand.

Pizzazz, however, didn’t want groupies tonight. She had indulged in them frequently, groupies of both sexes. As fun as they were, for her birthday Pizzazz wanted someone who already knew what she liked and how to please her. She wanted to be worshiped by and to ravish those who knew her tastes. Groupies had to be trained. Some of the males came too early or even failed to get hard at all due to excitement or nerves, the awe of finally being with their idol. And groupies had to be taught exactly what to do. Pizzazz had no patience for that. But there were three people who knew what she liked, with whom her body was very familiar.

She looked at her bandmates, sitting in the back of the bus and pleasantly chattering together. Dolled up in their short skirts and refreshed make-up, they were plump fruit ready to be picked and dined upon. Pizzazz reached into her bowl for a perfectly ripe cherry. The tender-firm skin yielded to her teeth, filling her mouth with sweet tartness. She boldly let her eyes linger over her bandmates’ bodies.

They looked back at her steadily. This evening had been planned a few weeks ago when Jetta asked what she and the others should get Pizzazz for her birthday. The answer had not surprised anyone, and the entire group was looking forward to their escapade.

The bus reached the most expensive hotel in the city. Shielded by bodyguards, the Misfits entered the posh building. The walls were made of rich marble and the lobby carried sounds of a rushing fountain. The smiling man behind the counter handed the band their room keys.

Pizzazz pressed the elevator button and the Misfits soon found themselves being taken to the executive suites.

“My room in twenty minutes, girls,” Pizzazz smiled.

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Pizzazz lay on her back, resting against the feathery soft bed with her head propped up against fluffy pillows. The bed was larger than a king-size and would serve her purposes well tonight. Naked and freshly showered, Pizzazz felt both contentment and a sense of urgency. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a number of bedroom toys which Stormer had lovingly placed on a nightstand so they would be readily accessible.

Roxy and Stormer cuddled up on each side of Pizzazz. Roxy spooned a chocolate confection into Pizzazz’s mouth. She and Stormer alternated the feedings with kisses against Pizzazz’s thick lips. Pizzazz glanced languidly at the two women. They wore lingerie that Pizzazz had picked out for them – Stormer in a lacy white baby doll and Roxy in a saucy black number replete with garters. Pizzazz gripped Stormer’s thick hair and pulled the keyboardist down towards her for an aggressive kiss. She let her tongue plunder Stormer’s willing mouth.

Jetta stood before the rest of the band. After cueing appropriate music on her tape player, she waited for Pizzazz to finish her passionate kiss of Stormer and then locked her eyes with the singer’s. Swaying to the music, Jetta slowly began to remove her clothing. One by one, each item fell to the floor, revealing more and more of Jetta’s unblemished skin. Pizzazz drank in the view. She thought Jetta the shapeliest of her bandmates, her body having surprising and enticing curves.

When the last article of clothing – a black thong – was discarded, Pizzazz stuck out a finger towards Jetta and gestured for the saxophonist to come hither. Jetta slithered up towards her.

Jetta began by kissing Pizzazz’s shapely calves. As she did so, Pizzazz reached for Roxy and pulled her into a lengthy kiss. She reached into the silky bra and fondled Roxy’s breasts. Pizzazz soon reached Roxy’s hardened nipples and gently squeezed them. Roxy broke away from the kiss to nibble on one of Pizzazz’s soft earlobes.

Pizzazz then released a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Jetta had reached Pizzazz’s core and was gently kissing the folds of skin open.

Pizzazz moaned deeply. Jetta was someone who knew what to do with lips and tongue. And she was eager to please.

Meanwhile, Stormer thoughtfully reached for Jetta’s favorite toy. After plugging it in, she snuck the vibrator underneath Jetta’s hips.

Jetta sucked on Pizzazz’s labia, making the singer even wetter and more aroused. Meanwhile, she bucked her own hips against the powerful vibrator which stimulated her own already-erect clit. She rode the toy even as her tongue gently entered Pizzazz’s wet cavern. She flicked her tongue inside and out before slowly moving towards the pulsing nib of flesh. Her lips seized it and pleasured it, as one of her hands moved upwards towards Pizzazz’s breasts.

Pizzazz moaned loudly. The feel of Jetta’s mouth on her was like hot wine pumping through her veins. Every nerve ending was delighted at the impending, long-awaited climax.

As Pizzazz and Jetta groaned and grunted with their ecstasy, Roxy and Stormer repositioned themselves. Their two bandmates were so lost in their trip towards orgasm that they barely noticed. Stormer reclined on the bed, and Roxy straddled her friend. She reached her head downwards and kissed Stormer. For a tough and hardened woman, Roxy kissed with surprising delicacy. Stormer loved softness, loved the comfortable feel of Roxy’s lips.

Roxy then pushed aside Stormer’s flimsy lingerie and slathered her entire torso with kisses. She kissed the angle of skin from Stormer’s graceful neck down to her collarbone and shoulders. She reached Stormer’s breasts and, still straddling her friend, leisurely played with them, teasing the nipples into hardness. A playful look in her eyes, Roxy’s gaze met Stormer as her hands caressed the flesh. She then swooped down and sucked on her nipples. Licking her way downwards, she reached Stormer’s firm abdomen and planted several kisses on it.

Roxy finally reached her destination. Pulling the satiny material of Stormer’s baby doll upwards, Roxy’s strong fingers gently parted her lips and entered her wet warmth. Teasing Stormer’s clit with her thumb, Roxy slid two fingers swiftly inside Stormer. The keyboardist, normally silent in bed, couldn’t stifle a moan of pleasure. Her body felt on fire as Roxy continued to work her fingers. The pressure on her clit was firm and steady, rapidly bringing her towards pleasure.

Meanwhile, Jetta and Pizzazz reached their climaxes. Pizzazz pulled Jetta up towards her, the vibrator unceremoniously falling off the bed, and kissed her with vigor. “Nice work,” Pizzazz whispered. “I love your mouth.” She enjoyed tasting herself on Jetta’s wet lips.

Jetta glowed at the unexpected praise and murmured words of appreciation towards Pizzazz before reaching for another kiss. She loved the feel of Pizzazz’s tongue in her mouth. The two then turned their attentions to Roxy and Stormer.

Stormer thrashed wildly on the bed, the work of Roxy’s fingers driving her towards absolute fulfillment. Pizzazz leaned down towards Stormer and dangled her breasts over the keyboardist’s face. Stormer reached up and gratefully sucked the nipples. Her mouth then slackened as she reached her own heaven, thanks to the talents of Roxy’s hands.

“The night’s just beginning, girls,” Pizzazz nearly cackled with glee, eyeing the bedroom toys. As Pizzazz began to make her selection, Roxy felt her own loins on fire. She was eager to come but wanted to see what Pizzazz had in store. It was, after all, the singer’s birthday and her day to call all the shots in the boudoir. Roxy did, however, smile at Stormer and coax her into totally removing her lacy baby doll. Stormer reached to tug at Roxy’s black bra, but the guitarist shook her head.

When Roxy looked up, Pizzazz had strapped on one of her favorite toys. She had an evil look on her face.

“Roxy?” Pizzazz asked.

Roxy eyed the hard length warily. “You know I ain’t crazy ‘bout that stuff,” Roxy said. She wanted to give Pizzazz what she wanted on this day, but penetration never did that much for Roxy.

“Just for a bit,” Pizzazz coaxed.

“Alright,” Roxy agreed. It wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but she liked coupling with Pizzazz. So Roxy lay on her back and slowly removed her panties. She left on the fetching garters, providing Pizzazz and the others with an erotic sight.

“Maybe she needs a little warming up,” Stormer suggested coyly, recovering from her intense orgasm.

With a gesture, Pizzazz allowed Stormer to go for it. The keyboardist dived at Roxy and licked her, first slowly and then with gusto. She loved the way Roxy tasted -- but Roxy, not being much of a bottom, rarely consented to this either. Stormer was not about to miss her chance. What Stormer lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. She reached Roxy’s clit and steadily lapped against it. Roxy’s pussy was soon even more wet and very ready.

Pizzazz nearly pushed Stormer off of Roxy and got into position. She guided the smooth silicone, now feeling like an extension of herself, into Roxy’s waiting hotness. She slowly thrust and withdrew, occasionally bending down to cover Roxy’s mouth with her own and let their tongues dance together. At one point she reached for Roxy’s breasts, pushing aside the black material of her bra to expose her nipples. Pizzazz continued to plunder Roxy.

After a while, Pizzazz stopped the rhythm and pulled out. Jetta, seeing her chance, repositioned herself. She got on her hands and knees and, thrusting her shapely rear end upwards, beckoned for Pizzazz.

The singer scrambled into position, pausing to admire Jetta’s smooth flanks, the openings to her body so tantalizingly available. But without much delay, Pizzazz pushed forward and entered Jetta’s wet womanhood.

Roxy and Stormer watched as Pizzazz pumped Jetta, thrusting in and out. Pizzazz loved the feeling of power; she loved being able to call the shots almost as much as she loved being adored. She reached for Jetta’s breasts and fondled them as she continued to move her hips. After playing with her tits for a while, Pizzazz moved her hands lower, towards Jetta’s throbbing clit. Jetta urged her onwards. “More,” she moaned. “Harder….harder….faster…..oh yes….yes, Pizzazz….fuck me nice and hard.”

Her words filled the bedroom. Jetta reached a swift climax. Pizzazz proudly withdrew and tossed the dildo and its harness onto the floor. Feeling content but in need of a rest, she lay on her back.

“Come here, Roxy,” Pizzazz gestured. “You wanna ride me?” she invited the guitarist to one of her favorite activities.

Roxy nearly pounced on Pizzazz. Her pussy buzzed with urgency. Placing her hands on either side of Pizzazz’s head, Roxy straddled one of her legs. Bringing her wetness down against it, she humped Pizzazz’s leg. Her screaming clit rubbing against Pizzazz’s bare skin felt like paradise. The hardness of the thigh against her needy clit drove Roxy wild. She clenched against Pizzazz harder and harder.

Stormer and Jetta watched, curling up against each other contentedly. Jetta leisurely played with Stormer’s hair, her breasts, her lips, enjoying touching the keyboardist’s smooth skin.

“Oh fuck!” Roxy exclaimed as she came hard. “Yes!” She grunted a few times and then rolled off the singer, after placing a few kisses on her mouth.

The evening would continue for quite some time. After all, Pizzazz had experienced only one orgasm tonight and knew she had several more due to her.

During a soapy bath in the Jacuzzi-sized tub, Pizzazz thought about what she would like next. She felt she’d like Roxy to use the strap-on on her, Pizzazz either straddling Roxy and the dildo or laying on her back and receiving her. And Pizzazz wanted to be eaten out at least once more, perhaps this time by Stormer. Jetta or Roxy could straddle her own face during the oral loving – Pizzazz would be happy to reach up and tongue one of them as she herself received head. Maybe Pizzazz could pull out the anal beads and coax Stormer to take them again. The evening would end with each girl sprawled on the bed, using her favorite toy – or just her own fingers -- on herself.

Hours and many orgasms later, an exhausted and content Pizzazz drifted off to sleep, wondering who needed groupies when you had a band like this.
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