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That Seventies Swap	By : Ksennin Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Crossovers Views: 2020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own neither American Hustle or X-Men, or any characters in the franchise. I make no money from publishing this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-1979
- 3-1978
- 4-1978
- 5-1978
- 6-1978
- 7-1979
- 8-1979
- 9-1979
- 8
- 9
Raven sat on the bed she had entertained Irving and Sydney in the previous night. Things were different now. She was handcuffed—though, last night Sydney had been, but the circumstances were still different. These had been slapped on her by Peter before she’d even realized the X-Men were in the city. Charles had frozen the humans, all but Rosalyn. Now the X-Men were searching the house, making sure she hadn’t left any surprises, while Rosalyn had asked for and gotten a moment alone. She stood over Raven, not judgmental exactly, but smug in a way Raven couldn’t fault. It was better than the pity and sanctimony she got from the others.
“Like I said, sorry. It was you or me. If you’re gonna slap me, get on with it.”
“I’m not gonna slap you,” Rosalyn said. “I just wanna know how you kept things so normal. I come back here and everything’s clean, nobody’s yelling—what gives?”
“I just acted maturely—treated everyone with respect—placed others’ needs before my own—“
“No, really,” Rosalyn insisted.
“I fucked them both.”
“You bitch.”
“I had to maintain my cover. Besides, it’s what you all want.”
“Just because I put up with that skank Sydney—“
“She really likes you…”
Rosalyn stopped short.
“So does Irv—Irving,” Raven corrected herself. “You’ve got a really nice life here. Even with all the drama. It was nice being you for a while. Normal isn’t such a bad thing—I just can’t do it.”
Rosalyn crossed her arms. “They were really into it? Both of them?”
“Yeah. But still, I’m sorry. You would’ve figured it out. I wish I could make it up to you—“
“Something tells me you can.”
“Oh?” Raven looked into Rosalyn’s eyes and saw a look she had only seen on men. It fit well on a woman. “Would that count as sex… or masturbation?”
“Who cares, as long as you get off?” Rosalyn reached down and hiked up Raven’s skirt. She pulled her panties down in one smooth motion. “I was going to have to take these back anyway.”
Rosalyn opened her twin’s legs wide apart, fingers describing the smooth skin. She marveled at how alike they were; how beautiful they both were. What a world to have two hotties like them in it. But she had questions to be answered. Foremost: what she tasted like.
Rosalyn lowered her face to Raven’s pussy and licked its entire breadth. Raven struggled against her bonds, the sudden pleasure overwhelming, demanding response. She wanted to grind Rosalyn’s face into her sex, sit atop her. But all she ended up being able to do was feel the pressure inside her go unbearable. She quivered at the slightest of touches; the warm breath from Rosalyn’s nostrils felt like a flamethrower on her tender core.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rosalyn moaned into the other woman. “So fucking beautiful…” She nibbled—as lightly as she could—on a flavorful portion of labia. Raven almost threw herself on the floor, she shook so hard. Rosalyn didn’t stop, raking her teeth from the top of Raven’s lips to the bottom. She tugged on them, driving hard moans out of Raven’s body. Then she slid her tongue home. Wiggled it around until Raven’s squirming bored her, then sucked her little clit almost off her skin.
Raven slid around, getting her legs around Rosalyn’s head. She clenched her thighs as hard as her ecstasy suggested. “Suck it—give me all your tongue—let me feel it all over my pussy—“
Rosalyn gave Raven what she wanted—for a little while, at least. Then she ducked her head out from between Raven’s legs. They clapped together like two boulders colliding. Rosalyn licked the inside of Raven’s left knee. “You want me to do something? Why don’t you show me just what it is you want done? You can show me right here…”
She stood up, hiking her skirt and presenting her vividly red cunt to her twin. Raven raised an eyebrow. She shaved, of course, but there were limits. You got a haircut; you didn’t shave your head. Nonetheless, she tried it, and found the effect quite novel. She wondered if she could convince Irene to try it someday…
She paused, though—having walked the rim of the well, she looked up at Rosalyn before going for the water. Rosalyn jabbed her hips forward emphatically. Raven’s tongue snaked out and succinctly described the act she would’ve enjoyed Rosalyn performing a moment ago.
“That’s what I liiike,” Rosalyn drawled, petting Raven’s hair. It felt even softer and more voluminous than hers—she’d have to ask what shampoo Raven used. “Keep going!
She purred when Raven’s tongue shot into her, stiff as a cock, and she twisted her hips from one side to the other, delivering her sex to the oral penetration. She wanted all of Raven’s mouth used on her. Nothing else would satisfy her now.
Rosalyn was just on the other side of orgasm when a new fancy struck her. She pried Raven off her cunt and threw her twin down on the bed, fell down atop her, kissing her, tasting herself. She tasted just like Raven had!
Humming with pleasure, Rosalyn grinded her tongue against Raven, filled her hand with a heaving breast. Then she dropped away from Raven’s gasping mouth and tongued her other tit. She loved mouthing her opposite number’s cleavage. It was like some new, decadent form of masturbation. But she still had one last experiment to conduct.
“Can you grow a cock?” she whispered into Raven’s ear.
“Why?” Raven asked. “Cock is work. Pussies are leisure.”
“Because I’ve always thought if I had a prick, I’d be a better cocksman than Irving. Now’s my only chance to prove it.”
***
“So, wait, you’re telling me there are two Rosalyns running around in the world?” Irving asked. “How are we all not dead?”
***
Rosalyn rode Raven like a bronco. It felt just like she was fucking herself, how she directed the shaft over her clit, controlled the rhythm inside her—laughing triumphantly, Rosalyn teased Raven with her breasts, running them up and down Raven’s face, never close enough to her lips for a taste. Raven was growling with need and pleasure.
“We’re a horny bitch, aren’t we?” Rosalyn asked, clenching down on Raven.
Raven started to protest, but Rosalyn cut her off with her tongue and felt Raven give an answering shudder inside her.
“I know I am!” she cried, picking up the pace, bouncing up and down on Raven’s cock like she was on a pogo stick. “But no one can make you feel as good as me! No one else knows what it’s likeeee—“
Rosalyn sat back and closed her eyes, trailing off as an orgasm finally fired in her overheated sex. Raven’s thick young cock continued to exert its pull inside her, like how astronauts needed the Earth to orbit around. Her body was glistening with perspiration, ass and hips working like a machine, her breasts two heavy melons bouncing seismically on her chest.
“Our cunt feels so good,” Raven breathed. “I’m ready, I’m ready!”
Rosalyn thrashed herself on Raven’s cock with breathless urgency. She was close as well. “Then go fuck yourself!” she screamed victoriously.
This human was more than she could take. Bucking off the bed with fresh strength, pounding herself up into the girl, Raven’s overloaded balls erupted and Rosalyn felt it happen. Even as she came, she felt the prick leap inside her, then give the first jet of hot jism. She came all the harder, knowing she had defeated her twin.
“Yes!” she squealed, feeling shot after shot go off inside her. “Give it! Give it, you sweet bitch!”
Raven gasped out her satisfaction, climaxing in a long, breathless moan. Rosalyn undulated over her until the earthquake of their shared orgasm, and every vibration of it, had been absorbed back into their sated bodies. Then, filled with inner warmth, Rosalyn collapsed atop Raven in a dizzy heap.
Raven let the girl sink against her as she absorbed her emptied cock back into her body. She couldn’t help but smile, dazed by the pleasure she’d received, and Rosalyn’s face was a mirror to hers.
After all, Rosalyn mused, nothing was better than sex with someone you loved.
Epilogue
It was the middle of the night. No one slept. But Irving especially didn’t sleep. “I can’t believe you had sex with her.”
“You two had sex with her. Now we’re even.”
“But you look exactly alike!”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t have sex with someone who looked exactly like you?”
“No! Of course not!”
“What if he had a full head of hair?” Sydney needled.
“That’s… not a fair question.”
Rosalyn got out of bed. It entailed climbing over Irving, but he was being a jerk, so she didn’t feel too bad about it. “I’m getting some water. You guys want anything?”
“You could put on a dress,” Irving replied, put out. “If the neighbors look through a window…”
“They’ll see me showing solidarity with my sister.” Rosalyn held a fist in the air. “Nudist and proud!”
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