Disclaimer: Doonesbury belongs to Garry Trudeau and the United Press
Syndicate. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex, male/female sex,
female/female sex, strong language
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Kirsten Dunst, who was born
on April 30th, 1982.
Summary: After 'Hunk-Ra' invades her body one more time and forces B.D. to
leave her, poor Boopsie sits on the Malibu beach all alone before both Zonker
and his new ladylove walkup to her.
Dedication: Happy 25th Birthday to Kirsten Dunst! -- ATK 2007
Doonesbury: Under The Malibu Sun
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
My full name is Barbara Ann Boopstein, but my friends call me 'Boopsie'...
and speaking of friends, I really was in need of having some with me on the
30th day of the month of April in the City of Malibu, California, for you
see, it was on that very day that a certain long-dead barbarian-warrior of
the Punic Wars known as 'Hunk-Ra' had suddenly reappeared and once again
taken possession of my own body.
And of course, while I was placed on the back-burner, some nasty words had
been exchanged between both Hunk-Ra and my very own husband and it was those
words that had caused poor B.D. to pack some of his stuff inside a couple of
bags and storm himself out of our house.
Now at first, I had figured that he was going over to the home of his old
Walden College roommate named Mike Doonesbury in order to stay with him until
the both of us finally get this whole thing straightened out, but that was
before I had found out -- through some lawyer -- that B.D. has allowed
himself to accept an offer to be one of the new players of the Oakland
Raiders pro-football team and move himself inwith his newfound ladylove, one
of a groups of cheerleaders known as the Oakland Raiderettes whose name is
Jennifer N. and quite frankly enough, I really don't blame him.
Anyway, each and every time I allow myself to go take quiet walks on the
nearby beach, I had turned my eyes toward the waves of the incoming tide,
let out a sigh and allowed a single tear to start running down my cheek and
it was because of the fact that I would miss B.D. with all of my heart and I
have no choice but to raise our young daughter named Samantha by myself.
But of course, that was before one of B.D.'s other good friends, a sun-tanned
hippie-tape guy with blonde hair named Zonker Harris has walked himself up to
me with a young and beautiful maiden who was bearing a striking resemblance
to the one Hollywood actress named Kirsten Dunst under one of his arms.
And after he had stopped and noticed that I wasn't in being in the mood to be
happy, both Zonker and his newfound girlfriend had sat themselves down next
to me, placed his gentle hand on my shoulder and asked, "Yo, Boopsie? Are you
feeling okay? You look like you were down about something."
That has caused poor little depressed me to lower my head in shame, take a
deep breath and told Zonker how a certain bad-news sprit known as 'Hunk-Ra'
has caused B.D. to leave me and place himself into the arms of another woman
before a stunned Zonker has looked at me with wide-eyes and said, "Whoa,
Dudette!That story really bum's me out!Tell you what. Why don't you come with
me and Gloria and help us get her personal stuff inside her new house?"
And then, after I had given that idea some thought and figured that it would
be better than just sitting around on the beach and feeling sorry for myself,
I had decided to accept Zonker's invitation and left the beach with the two
lovebirds to go over to the apartment building where the Kirsten Dunst-clone
named Gloria Clooney -- that's her name, by the way -- is living in.
Just then, after we had stepped into the building and walked up a whole lot
of steeps to get ourselves to the one floor that Gloria's apartment was on,
she had unlocked and opened the door and allowed both me and Zonker to step
into a wonderfully-furnished apartment, which had caused me to clear my
throat and say, "Wholly fucking shit, Gloria! This place of yours is
But as soon as I had noticed that my very own ears were unable to pick-up a
single response from the both of them, I had slowly turned myself around and
discovered that both Gloria and Zonker had taken all of their clothes off and
starred at their bare-ass naked bodies for about a minute or two.
And then, after she had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her
hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand and he had
started stroking his stiff cock right in front of her, I had found myself
taking all of my clothes off and doing exactly the exact same thing that
Gloria was doing with herself.
Then, after Zonker has moved himself closer to his newfound lover and started
licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch
and carressing her firm breasts and Gloria has placed her hands on his bare
shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Zonker! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" I had moved myself closer
to Gloria and began sucking on her stiff mounds just before I had suddenly
realized that I was finally able to experience the one thing that -- no
thanks to 'Hunk-Ra' -- I had never recently experienced with B.D., for I was
experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after Zonker has placed his stone hard dick inside my pussy
and started licking on Gloria's snatch, she has placed her hands on my
silky-smooth naked thighs and started sucking on my tits, which had caused
me to become sexually-energized, place my hands on Gloria's bare back and
yell at the top of my very own lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT,
ZONKER! DO IT, GLORIA! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF
ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and
faster and our lovemaking has finally made its way back to Malibu, Gloria,
Zonker and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with
our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, on the very next day, after I had kissed my sweet little Samantha
goodbye and let her ride the bus to school, I had turned my eyes towards the
sun that was hovering over the ocean, took a deep breath and realize that --
thanks to both Zonker and Gloria -- I was able to allow myself to discover
something new under the Malibu sun... and do so without B.D.!