‘”Do you think it is wild?’, asked Michael” ‘”That’s it! Tickle fight!’ she hollered” “He tried thinking of something else, as he rocked his hips, slowly, to and from her–her slippery insides grasping him, tightly, with each movement. Music, touring, the fans, Joseph… God, no, he couldn’t think about Joseph! She felt so good.” TOUGH MICHAEL Michael pushed the door closed, pressing her against the car with his body. “I am mad, you get that right?” Lexi nodded her head slightly, her eyes still wet with tears. “I saw it all, I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but dammit girl…you are MINE, how dare he touch you like that.” Claiming her lips he kissed her almost cruelly, pushing her head and body back against her car. Lexi felt his hardness push on her as his tongue swept her lips open so he could assert his dominance over her. Finally forcing his mouth away from hers he whispered huskily, “Get in the limo…now!” Michael stumbled through the broken glass; his pants still unzipped and made his way to the bar. Opening some tequila he drank right from the bottle and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Setting the bottle down heavily, he fastened his clothes and walked to the bedroom taking the tequila with him and locked the door. Curled up in a ball on the table Lexi heard his words echo over and over again in her head. She knew he had been drinking but why would he call her Diane? DIANA ROSS Michael walked back to the living room and poured a Lagavulin into his favorite snifter and gulped it down, feeling the familiar smoky burn roll down his throat. He pulled her to him and kissed her, a moan of anticipation escaping his throat as she wrapped her arms about his neck. She still felt so right in his arms, as he stretched her out on his bed. “Oh Michael, I have missed your kisses.” Diana rose up as he found her neck with his lips and her hair fanned out across the pillow and he unzipped her dress and dropped it to her waist. “You still look incredible, I want you so much.” The sweet smell of her perfume filled his mind with memories of his youth as his mouth found its way down her supple skin to her large dark nipple. DEBBIE ROWE Later, Debbie showed up as big as ever from being pregnant by Michael. She was very unattractive and it wasn’t because she was pregnant because most women can be so cute and still pretty when they are expecting. But Deb… well she never did go out of her way for any circumstance. “What’s the meaning of this? What the hell happened!” “Michael…stop it…it was bound to happen, its ok, we are married and I am carrying your child.” “Yes, we are married but only because of the child. And yes you are pregnant with my baby but we never had sex! We let people think we did so it would sound better or sound more natural. We are just friends! You took advantage of me, Debbie! I feel violated.” Michael yelled. “He is mine! I tried being nice about it. But Lisa I will kill you over him! Stay out of my way! He loves me!” Michael could see the cold and fury in this woman’s eyes. Michael looked around noticing that others began to notice too what was going on over here. Lisa snapped back, “You are right! You will have him over my dead body! You fuckin slut!” GRUBBY TOILET SEX She hollered out as she came closer to her climax. “Oh God! I can’t believe I am fucking Michael Jackson and in a bathroom stall!” WILLY WONKA THREESOME “You know… I could use a drink Willie. Shall we tell our lovely guest about the alcoholic beverage we invented made from the sweets of different candies?” “So, what is the name of this drink I am about to taste?” I asked nervously. Michael smiled and replied first. “WonkaJuice.” I should have known. Cause I heard before Michael called some his drinks “Jesus Juice.” I could hear Willie wanting and trying to hold his moans back too. But was giving in. A few minutes went by as I was orally pleasing Willie. Michael was stroking his own shaft keeping it hard and then soon enter my already wet area between my legs. I was now on my back as I continued to give pleasure to Wonka. I felt invaded but loving it and not wanting to stop it either… what was wrong with me? They had me loving things I would not normally even imagine doing! But I was with Michael and Willie… at the same time… why would I stop this? Call me a slut or anything you like. ALEX GODFREY