Re: Back to the Future, Biff/George/Lorraine, forgotten (Part 2 of 2)
She rode him like a harpy, she screamed like a banshee, and she called him the filthiest names he'd ever heard; he couldn't imagine words like that coming out of such a pretty girl. George held down his legs, told him where to touch Lorraine and how and when, cupped her breasts from behind and shivered when she came, and came, and came again. He knew, when George let him touch her clit, that everything he'd done was forgotten, all his sins against them forgiven in this wave of pleasure. Biff strained upwards, but again George's sharp words stopped him short: "Not yet, Biff."
Then she was on her back in the grass and George was on top of her, their legs hooked together just perfectly and her hair splayed out, and Biff wanted to touch himself watching them but George said no, again, and Lorraine laughed and told him how pretty he was, how good he made her feel, hadn't that felt so much better than trying to take it from her? And then she was screaming again, her whole body trembling, and George looked like he'd seen God, or maybe one of those aliens he kept going on about.
"Get on your knees," George said, and Biff had a vague understanding of what was about to happen but he did it anyway. If George had said it in that tone of voice, he might have done it even if he hadn't promised to obey them both. Pretty sure he would have. He was a little surprised to feel a hand back there first, probing him, opening him up; it felt slick and he smelled Lorraine's lotion. He tried to hold still, even through the sound of the condom unwrapping and Lorraine giggling as she rolled it down McFly - George - how had he had time to get hard again?
And then George was in him, oh, God, and Lorraine was sliding under him, her hands on his dick, and he was sandwiched in between them as they gave him their full attention, he'd never deserved this, never, if this was what being defeated felt like he never wanted to win again.
She kissed him, soft and sweet. "Come for me," they both said at once, one in each ear, and his body and soul both exploded.
He opened his eyes to a shooting star that sounded like a muscle car, somewhere far above them, and a sense that something had changed. He and George were curled on either side of Lorraine, and he wasn't sure what it meant that they were fading away softly before his eyes. Maybe it was because he was fading, too.
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Biff Tannen woke up, bed empty, sheets sticky, as Marty's truck pulled into the driveway. That one, that one was real, it happened, he begged himself, but by the time he dragged himself out of bed, swabbed the appropriate places with a washcloth and a toothbrush, and stuffed himself into his jeans, it was fog, like all the other dreams of times that never were.