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Rogue tried to stammer out a response, surprise and embarassment piling up on her. The fantasy of being caught no longer seemed as fun now that she'd actually been busted in the middle of things.

"Ah...Ah was just...Um...Oh Gawd..." She trailed off, unable to bring herself to look her roomie and fellow X-Men teammate in the eye without feeling remarkably awkward.

Kitty giggled, then said to her in a comforting tone, the hand on her shoulder gently squeezing in a reassuring manner, "What's to be embarrassed about? Sex is a good thing...you shouldn't try to hide it."

Kitty grasped the goth girl's arm in one hand, lifting it until Rogue's wet fingers nearly brushed her nose, and took in the delicious aroma of her roommate's womanly arousal. Kitty was so very tempted to suck the girl's fingers clean, but knew that would not end as enjoyable as it might begin. "Mmmm... Rogue, I know you can't make skin-to-skin contact with other people...but that shouldn't stop you from having fun every now and then, right?"

"Wh...what do ya mean?" Rogue's eyes were wide as Kitty savored her scent, unused to Kitty being so - so forward.

Kitty rolled her eyes, the smile never leaving her face. "Don't think I haven't noticed you watching me those times I've played with myself after everyone else has gone to bed. You're not as sneaky as you'd like to think, miss gothic shadow. Those late nights, when you think that I think you're asleep? I'm putting on a show for you - it kinda makes things a bit more exciting, knowing you're watching me, actually. I know it must be rough not being able to be with someone, so I want to help you out, ya'know? And besides...I know being stuck with just battery-powered toys all the time must get lonely..."

Kitty leaned in close to Rogue's ear, whispering with a deep, sultry voice to emphasize her next point. Kitty's breath on her ear sent a flush of warmth to Rogue's cheeks and a spark of desire to her core.

"...when you don't have anyone to tell you how beautiful you are when you cum."

Rogue's face turned a deep red, as she suddenly realized how much Kitty knew about her.

"You...you knew about mah toys?"

"Like I said...when you think I'm asleep...I'm usually not. Your self-restraint is almost cute, seeing you try not to move too much or cry out so you wouldn't wake me up. Those days I'd spent lots of time in the bathrooms some mornings before class or a training session? They weren't all 'bad hair day' - most of them were me jilling myself like crazy thinking back to the previous night, hearing nothing in our room but your tiny gasps as you drew closer to orgasm, and the muffled hum of one of your impressive number of toys buried in you as it gave you that beautiful silent come-face."

Kitty took a step back, and held her hands together behind her back, looking perfectly innocent, in total contrast to the dirty language she'd whispered in Rogue's ear only seconds beforehand.

"So...my horny friend..." Kitty grinned almost wickedly, as she delivered her next line, watching Rogue lick suddenly-dry lips as the realization the Kitty was secretly watching her every time she came filtered into her head. "I'm all yours, for a private, sexy, show... just tell me what to do, and I'll gladly do it. But first? I bet you're just dying to get out of those tight hot clothes. Take 'em off, and just lay on your bed - relax, Rogue... I'm here just for you."

Rogue's hormones got the best of her... she couldn't help but swim in the feelings she was experiencing, lost in the dirty thoughts Kitty's revelation to her had provoked. She stood up, and began to remove her clothing, hands trembling a bit from nervous anticipation. Fortunately, she wasn't wearing her usual boots, but lighter sneakers, which were much easier to kick aside. Kitty watched, as Rogue slid out of her skirt and tights, then pulling off her tanktop, letting her breasts bounce free for a moment or two beneath her mesh shirt, before that too was cast aside.

For all her lusty and bold words before, Kitty blushed at the sight, she had always admired Rogue's more developed body, both in a envious and a sexual sense, and here it was, finally in front of her, instead of hidden under the covers. Sure, she'd caught glimpses in the changerooms and showers, but was usually too busy changing or showering herself to really pay attention. Not like now - she had plenty of opportinuty to stare now.

Rogue lay down on her bed, and slid off her black panties, blushing slightly at the trail of wetness they brought with them. She tossed them to Kitty, who caught them with a smile and playfully licked the damp spot, shivering a bit at getting to taste what she'd only teasingly smelled before. Kitty watched Rogue settle down, admiring how her pale skin seemed to accentuate her generous curves. Part of her nearly giggled in amusement at noticing it was not just the hair on Rogue's head that bore a white streak, but the close-trimmed delta between her smooth thighs as well - she made a note to ask later if it was natural or dyed, though she suspected the former. Distracted for a moment in admiring Rogue's naked form, Kitty finally remembered what she was doing for the untouchable girl.

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"So, my dear...now that you've seduced me with your gorgeous body, what will you have me do?" Kitty giggled a bit at the notion of Rogue being the seducer here, and herself and the naive innocent, when it was obviously the opposite. The thought of Rogue as some gothic seductress made her shiver, and sent a trickle of moisture into her panties.

Rogue stuttered as she tried to form a coherent thought... she'd dreamed of such a moment with, well, with anyone really, for ages, but now that it was actually happening, her mind blanked-out on her, as if the idea of her fantasies becoming real were some sort of mental overload.

"Ah...Ah want you to...um...can...can ah see your, uh, your 'kitty', Kitty?" She blushed, feeling briefly foolish. Sure, she knew plently of rather vivid words for things thanks to sneaking Logan's adult magazines a few times while he was on his "survival trips" in the wilderness, but none of them really seemed to fit the moment.

Kitty couldn't help but laugh lightly, both at the childlike euphemism and the unintentional wordplay. Rogue's embarrassment seemed innocent in a manner that was surprisingly arousing to her, and the quality only emphasized Rogue's inexperience.

"Of course you can, anytime you like."

Kitty turned around, running her hands over her hips and rump as she did so, making sure to give Rogue a good show, before wiggling her hips as she unbuttoned her tight jeans. She looked over her shoulder, not at all surprised to see Rogue's eyes locked on her tight little ass. She pushed own on the waistband of the jeans, bringing her panties down with them. As she bent over, to step out of them and kick them aside, she reached back, and spread herself open wide, showing off her pussy completely, unable to resist a small moan as her folds opened up and a droplet of lubrication rolled off her swelling clit.

Rogue had already lost any sense of modesty that she had, and her hands slid down her lithe body, dipping between her legs, one hand eagerly stroking her centre as the other slipped two fingers in and out of her damp pussy. Kitty's eyes were half-closed, feeling herself grow damp as she admired the lusty naked girl in front of her.

"Kitty... Ah know that, well, we've kinda technically done it before and didn't know it - or Ah didn't know it, any way - but, uh, if ya wouldn't mind... could you... masturbate with me?" There it was again, the almost shy hesitation that Kitty couldn't help but smile at, as if Rogue were worried it was all some dream she'd awaken from at any moment, and she was afriad to break the spell.

Kitty didn't say anything. She didn't need to. But then again, despite the attitudes of her upbringing, Kitty was an openminded girl, and was looking forward to actually getting to enjoy each other without the sneaking and pretending. But, for this particular situation, just fingers didn't cut it anymore. She grinned, mouthing "be right back" to Rogue as she dropped to her knees and peered underneath the bed, finally spotting a shape tucked away in one corner. Part of her snickered momentarily at noticing the label "Relief Aid Supplies" printed on the box - a box Rogue now used to keep "supplies" that provided a completely different sort of "relief". As she started to wiggle under Rogue's bed to reach the treasure-trove of sexual delights in order to retrieve some, Rogue's eager movements caused her foot to slide off the bed, and brush against Kitty's buttocks.

Both Rogue and Kitty froze, fully expecting the usual draining of energy and abilites as normally accompanied Rogue's dangerous touch. But to the girls' mutual and great surprise... nothing happened. No memories were exchanged, no powers were drained... nothing... just soft contact, like any normal person's touch.

Rogue's previously eager pleasuring had come to a halt, as she took in the gravity of the situation. She had touched Kitty...but nothing had happened. Nothing more or less than if a regular person had brushed themselves against the young girl's smooth backside.

Kitty wormed her way back out, a decently-sized vibrator still in one hand, shocked at the contact, but even more socked and the lack of effect it had. Not thinking things through, she gave Rogue's stomach a quick poke, her finger inadvertently dipping briefly into the paler girl's navel, with the same lack-of-result, aside from her abs trembling a bit in surprise at the contact. Feeling bolder, Kitty followed this with a longer stroke, this time trailing her fingertips up between Rogue's generous breasts. She looked up at Rogue in amazement, staring at the girl's breasts in disbelief, feeling Rogue's racing pulse beneath her hand.

Her mouth hung open a moment, before the words whirling around in Kitty's mind finally came together coherently enough to speak. "Rogue... do... do you know what this means?"

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Without saying a thing, Rogue greedily pulled the petite girl down on top of her, and began to experience that which she only dreamed of before. Hungry lips never before knowing what a kiss truly felt like pressed eagerly to those of her new lover, tongues dueling in passions left locked away far too long.

The two horny young girls began rolling all over the bed, rubbing themselves lustily against each other, hands and mouths roaming over each others' bodies, sucking a nipple here, stroking a rump-cheek there. Rogue was speechless save for her moans of pleasure, not even caring who might hear her at this moment - she had never experienced anything like this before. The warm, soft touched of another human being, for one so starved for contact as she was, was monumentally superior to that of even her best toys...

Rogue decided that if she was going to make the most of this, she would have to try everything she'd wanted and dreamed to try. She could not explain why or how she was suddenly able to safely touch Kitty when before she could touch none but herself with risk... nor did she care to know right now - all she was certain of was that this might be her only chance to try out everything she ever dreamed of, and knew that Kitty was fully willing and perfectly able - she couldn't think of a better girl to do it with than the one in her arms at that moment.

"Kitty...this may be our only chance to play like this, and ah want to make the best of it... Ah want to do everythin' with you, and to do everythin' to you." She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling bolder now that one of her dreams was true - she could touch again, even if it was only one person.

Kitty nodded, and, at Rogue's direction, changed positions, giving a quick "goodbye" lick and kiss to Rogue's hardened nipples before turning around and straddling Rogue's head with her thighs, as her own head dipped between those of her new lover. Again, she couldn't help but giggle inwardly at seeing the white streak in the goth girl's auburn pubic fuzz, and this time was close enough to tell that it must be natural, as no dyejob coul be that perfect...

Rogue eagerly dove face first into Kitty's center, savoring the taste, smell, and texture of it all. She had experimented with her own taste before, sometimes licking the juices off of her fingers after pleasuring herself, but this was completely different. She spread Kitty open with her thumbs, and began licking every area she could reach, flicking her tongue against Kitty's hardening clit and drinking her juices like the proverbial desert wandered at an oasis.

Of course, Kitty was not lacking eagerness herself, especially not after the teasing sniff and lick she'd given Rogue fingers and panty earlier. She was dying to enjoy that sweetness direct from the source. She was busy driving Rogue wild with her tongue, shoving it deep within Rogue's wet hot folds. Rogue was lost in the erotic sensations, all thoughts had left her save for those focusing on the womanly pleasures she was currently enjoying giving and receiving; not even her more flexible toys could writhe like Kitty's tongue could.

Rogue couldn't help herself. Lost in her arousal, she began squeezing Kitty's ass, hands gripping the girl's small firm rump as she held the girl's dripping pussy tightly to her mouth, and before she knew it, she'd accidentally slipped a forefinger into that dark crevice and into the twitching ring of Kitty's tight backside. Kitty jumped in shock at the unexpected penetration, and upon realizing why Kitty had flinched, Rogue's heart sunk, fearing she had just made a terrible mistake.

Rogue couldn't even bring herself to move, let alone remove her finger... then again, the way Kitty's anus clenched at the intrusion, Rogue wasn't sure at first that she could. Kitty squirmed around for a moment or two, unused to the feel of things entered what was normally just an exit, but eventually realizing the probing digit didn't feel quite so bad, it was merely the unexpectedness of its arrival that has been the thing to startle her.

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Taking a breath or two as she adjusted to the sensation, Kitty looked back at Rogue, as an idea slowly came to mind. "So... you're an anal kinda girl, huh? Well...two can play at that game."

Kitty smiled naughtily as she reached across the bedspread. There sat the vibrating toy she'd retrieved from the "supply box" earlier. It was a firm silicone-covered blue dong, of roughly average-erect-male size, though a bit thinner than average and with a slight upward curve to it. In the back of Kitty's mind, she briefly wondered if this was what Kurt's erection looked like, and made a note to borrow it later - fantasizing about making love to the "fuzzy elf" would be much more enjoyable with appropriate props. Kitty sat up, pinning Rogue down under her weight. She turned to face the surprised girl, and rubbed the toy on Rogue's lips. Reflexively, Rogue's tongue flicked out and lapped at the tip.

"Baby, you know what I'm gonna do with this, so I'd suggest getting it as wet as you can." Rogue shivered, finding Kitty's sudden turn towards giving orders, compared with her usual sweetness a surprising turn-on. She didn't say a word, but simply opened her mouth, and took as much of the toy as she could. While she'd never actually orally pleasured a man, her toys had provided ample practice, and in fact more than once Rogue had nearly talked herself into buying some condoms to use on the real thing, but quickly realized she didn't know anyone she could do so with, without awkward moments developing, not to mention what a disaster condom-breakage might cause.

While Rogue fellated the false manhood, Kitty sucked and nibbled Rogue's nipples and gently stroked her clit, to make sure Rogue was relaxed, not to mention provide extra lubrication for the general area. When both Rogue and the dildo were nice and wet where needed, Kitty re-mounted Rogue, and started to tease her ass with it, rubbing and prodding her gently, but not actually penetrating her.

"You ready, sexy?"

"Kitty... Um...Ah've never put anythin' in... *there* before... promise to be gentle, alright?" Her voice was quivery with both nervous antcipation and a small wisp of fear - despite her various toys, she truly had only ever penetrated herself the traditional way, having heard that the "back door" method was remarkably painful, especially the first time - apparently her sources for such acts either had never mentioned lube, or she simply did not notice.

"Of course, sweetie...I wouldn't dream of anything but...on three, ok?" Kitty smiles reassuringly - for all her teasing of the goth girl, the last thing she wanted was for her to be sad or pained, especially in such a vulnerable moment as this one.

"One..."

Kitty rubbed the toy against Rogue, gently pushing to help her adjust, getting ready to slide it in, using the fingers of her other hand to lightly caress the other girl's moist folds, as a form of distraction.

"Two"...

Rogue tried to relax as much as possible. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and waited, trying to focus on the feeling from Kitty's other hand, than the toy the smaller girl was easing into her backdoor...

"Three!"

The dildo slid in with minimal resistance, but Rogue's reaction would lead one to believe otherwise. She'd had it in the normal location many times before, but back there, it felt so much bigger, and the sensation of fullness was amazing! She gave an almost-comical squeak of surprise and delight, arching her hips upward as the toy went in as far as it could. Kitty grinned wickedly at the sight, and began to slide the toy in and out of Rogue's anus, slowly and gently at first, but soon with more firmness as the girl adjusted to the feeling of the penetration, and soon was varying speeds, leaning down to continue eating out her friend's wet pussy as an extra bonus to the erotic rollercoaster she was now on.

All toon soon, Rogue began to moan loudly, begging to taste her new lover once more, and Kitty offered no arguement as Rogue pulled her back into their previous 69 position. Returning the favor, Rogue began to suck on Kitty's clit, licking her folds just as Kitty was doing to her, even fingering Kitty's tight asshole while Kitty worked the toy in and out of her own. It wasn't long before she felt that familiar tingle building.

"Kitty...oh Gawd, Kitty...Ah'm....Ah'm gonna come!" Kitty moaned on hearing this, having a mini-climax of her own from the very thought of herself being the one to sent the beautiful goth girl to the heights of pleasure.

Kitty slid the dildo all the way into Rogue's ass, finally turning on the vibration (and making Rogue spasm briefly at the wonderful new sensation), then began to probe her slick depths with both hands, sucking and licking Rogue's clit as eagerly as she could. Rogue gasped, then buried her mouth in Kitty's juicy cunt to muffle her scream of ecstacy as the orgasm started. It was Kitty's turn to shudder, moaning as she climaxed not only from the physical stimulation of feeling the vibrations from Rogue's voice make her pussy tremble, but the mental thrill of feeling Rogue's pussy spasm around her fingers as she orgasmed, and knowing she was the one responsible for it.

When Rogue finally came down from the stratosphere and could find her breath and voice again, she slowly opened her eyes, only to see Kitty was laying on top of her, embracing her as she gently rubbed her small breasts against Rogue's larger ones. The two of them were covered with sweat sexual juices, but neither seemed to mind. Kitty kissed Rogue deeply, the kiss of one lover to another, looking deep into her eyes.

An impish grin flickered across Kitty's face, as she gave a playful kiss to the tip of Rogue's nose, before laying her head on the other girl's shoulder and murmuring in her ear, "Did you have fun?"

Rogue smiled, taking a moment or two to collect her thoughts, a small part of her still finding it hard to believe the events that she'd just experienced actually happened and weren't just some wild fever-dream. "Sugah... you were amazin'... Ah... That was one of the most wonderful things Ah have ever felt... Thank you..."

The two girls continued to rub against each other softly another moment or two, savoring the afterglow and the simple feel of another's warm body close to theirs, before drifting into a gentle sleep.

Wolverine was pacing back and forth in Professor Xavier's office, seemly annoyed at the world at large, though not enough to be truly angry or even just irate. He frowned, pulled a cigar from one jacket-pocket, and lit up. Finally he sat down near Xavier's desk, taking a deep puff as he did so, leaving a circle of smoke briefly hanging in the air over him like some twisted parody of an angelic halo before it dissipated.

Charles looked over at him with slight annoyance as the cigar was lit up and savored. "Logan, while I do not mind you enjoying cigars in some other locations of the mansion, I really wish you would put that thing out when in my office. The smell lingers rather unplesantly."

Wolverine looked over at the professor with slight contempt in his eyes, as if the idea of someone disliking the smoothness of a good cigar was some manner of mild personal insult. "Chuck, I know you and the others can't tell it, but to a nose like mine, the air drifting out of the girls' dorms in the west hallway, well, it smells like wet cunts. Compared to that, my cigar's not that bad. Better than the amateur porn-set over there."

Charles expression lost its normal steadfastness for a split-second look of surprise at Logan's blunt words. "Yes well... I noted that Rogue was feeling rather stressed recently, and was able to determine from catching stray thoughts of hers over the past month or two that she was blaming her frustrations on a lack of proper outlet for her sex-drive - such is an unfortunate side-effect of having the hormonal urgings of an adolescent combined with powers that forbid physical contact with others, it seems."

"Wait a minute here, bub - you're saying she was getting riled up because she couldn't figure a decent way to get her rocks off?" Logan was dumbstruck. He knew the goth girl would sometimes stay behind after Danger Room practice-sessions and pleasure herself - his sensitive ears had picked up on her moans while passing by the showers after the others had left more than once or twice, but he'd always figured it was because she had a interesting reaction to getting an adrenaline rush, not something like this.

"Ah, yes, though not quite in such terms, Logan. While I had understood the problems her condition provoked and was thus willing to 'look the other way' regarding the online purchases I would occasionally find she had made to add to her 'toy collection', it seems eventually the desire for a human partner finally outgrew the temporary solution that such devices provided. Kitty, according to Storm, had spoken to her in the past about difficulties she was having trying to reconcile her strict upbringing with her concerns about her own sexuality - namely that she was unsure if she was truly heterosexual as she once had thought - and worrying if some of the other girls might be offended if they found out she once had 'crush' moments toward many of them. I would not have known of this at all, had Storm not come to me, uncertain herself what the proper answer to such a question might be."

"Heh, so the Half-Pint likes 'em both ways. Never saw that comin'."

"Indeed. This revelation, combined with Rogue's own leaning toward bisexuality as the 'echoes' of those she has touched have slowly affected her psyche, and the fact the pair of them are regularly in close personal interactions due to being roommates, led me towards what seemed an inevitable conclusion - sooner or later, the two young women would, to some degree, become attracted to one another. Thus, a few weeks ago, while she slept, I probed her mind - a bit morally-gray I suppose, but I doubt she would have come to me openly for such a sensitive topic, thus forcing my hand in the matter - to determine if perhaps there was some mental trigger I could influence to aid her in her... frustrations."

Wolverine snorted, finishing his cigar and stubbing-out the butt-end on the back of one hand, grimacing as the burned tissue re-healed, then putting the cigar-butt in Xavier's deskside waste-bin. "And somehow that little love-in back there is a result of you poking around in her braincase, Chuck? I gotta ask, bub, what the hell kind switch did you flip?"

"Actually, Logan, the recent events are not my doing at all. What took place was purely their own doing. All my 'poking' did was allow them to have physical contact. You see, while I was investigating, I found that, much like Scott's mutant abilities, Rogue's too are affected by what is in her head. However, while Scott's lack of control is due to cerebral trauma in his youth, Rogue's difficulties are purely psychological. While the myriad of mental blocks and psychic walls around her sense of self-control - or rather, her self-ability to control her mutant gifts - would take years of effort and much counseling to fully remove, a few surface blocks were simple and isolated enough that I could remove them quickly without disturbing her, or without any other disruption to some of the heavier 'walls' that blocked off her control. As I later found during a subsequent investigation, one of those triggers was related to her libido, and another to her subconscious. In short, Rogue's powers no longer are 'always on' if she is sexually aroused or sleeping. These might not seem very beneficial initially, particularly when dealing with enemies of mutant-human peace efforts such as Magneto and the Brotherhood, but in the long run they mean just a few less walls to work on in the future."

Logan shrugged. "Hmph, whatever keeps her happy. At least you're not psychically eavesdropping on them during their special time, right Chuck?" He fixed Xavier with a steady gaze, the question briefly hanging in the air between them.

Xavier shook his head, seeming appalled at the very notion of such things. "Heavens, no, Logan. I wouldn't dream it. I mean, to act as a telepathic voyeur to the intimate activities of anyone in this mansion would be an insult the the morals I've set not only for myself but the school as a whole.... now if you don't mind, I have work to do."

Wolverine smiled, satisfied with this reply, and turned to walk out of the office. As the door closed behind him, Charles began to mentally observe the two young girls once more, rubbing against each other. He tented his fingers and closed his eyes, head bowing slightly as he focused on the lurid show his telepathy was providing...

"Just As Planned..."

no comments on this yet? damn

excellent job, chaoswolf

Hell yes, Thanks Chaos. To think I was about to go to sleep when I saw this. Always loved Rogue a lot and Kitty. Believe me I was 'into' this. If there was anything I would have included it would have been a shade bit more time with the two of them thinking Rogues powers were still on. A little side by side masturbating woulda been fun and hot. However you understand thats just nitpicking? Great job. Thanks.

P.S.
Perhaps a part 2 with Jean? :)

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Thanks for the compliments. To be honest, the "twist end" feels a touch weak to me, but after writing out that they could touch, I was stuck for an idea how, and the "spontaneously learns to control powers" idea I've seen in other fic is total cheeseball cop-out. I had planned originally on having them do a mutual-masturbation session, but the muses led me elsewhere, and I'm rather pleased with the turnout nonetheless.

There are a few running-joke between me and a couple friends regarding personal fanon, that I threw in for laughs...

- while a few of the other X-girls have toys, Rogue's collection outnumbers the rest combined, being roughly a dozen or so, thus the "relief aid" box.

- Kitty is a lesbian magnet. After seeing how many Evo pics have her with at least one of the other girls, we figured Kitty must secretly have some sort of mutant horny-girl-making power. The fact said other girl is often Rogue helped jumpstart this fic.

- Xavier is a psychic voyeur and at a Magnificent Bastard level of planning and hiding plans - I mean, a telepath, in a mansion full of hormonal teens? Morals or not, you just know he does a bit of dream-hopping now and then.

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For their own good of course!

Anyway, working on my own thanks to this inspiration. Although it's nowhere near as verbose yet and likely to never really go anywhere. Still, if anyone wants a totally shameless, gratuitous little short of perverted weirdness, I'd be happy to post it up here?

Also, new OTP yay!

>>42766

Sure, go ahead and toss it up here. I don't mind sharing the spotlight a little.

>>42774
Like I said, I currently have like half a page. Might work on it more if I can be bothered. And it's downright shameless pornography for no real reason whatsoever.

Okay I'm going to shut up and post the damn thing now.

Kitty Pryde stared down at her feet as she walked the hallway back to her room. Heel to toe, careful and precise, she took each step at a time. She had lasted the long hours of daily classes without incident, but now that she was almost to the safety of her own room, she was on the verge of breakdown. It seemed that with every step she took the feeling became stronger, and ever more intense. The plug had rested inside her all day, letting her soak in the feeling of its comforting mass, never quite stimulating, too comfortable to bother her. Then, halfway through the last class of the day, it had started humming.

First, it was just a soft little not-quite-feeling. Like butterflies in her stomach. After about five minutes, though, it was a low hum that made her innards tingle. After ten, it jumped up to a buzzing that she could almost hear, and then it became a pulsing rhythm, rising and falling in intensity. Her buttocks were tingling and the inside of her panties was like a swamp from half a dozen unwanted near-orgasms.

Almost there…Kitty looked up as she neared the door, reaching out for the shelter of her private room, and saw something that made her heart sink.

“Hey sugar,” said the older girl in her usual silky voice. In one hand, a small remote control. In the other, a Polaroid camera.

With a flash and a whirr and a barely stifled scream, Kitty finally felt her legs give way, her knees hit the floor, and she jammed both hands between her thighs. She had to bite down hard on her own tongue to keep from making too much noise as the vibrating plug in her ass beat one climax after another out of her.

“How’s that little popped cherry now, pussycat?” Rogue was smiling down at her with that self-satisfied look, but at least she hadn’t laughed. Too busy waving off the snapshot of Kitty in mid-orgasm.

“Get,” stammered Kitty, “This fucking thing…out of me!” The rest was swallowed up by another deep-throated groan as the vibrator sent her tumbling into another round of explosive ecstasy.

Rogue didn’t bother closing the door behind them; she just manhandled her younger roommate into their shared sanctuary and simultaneously managed to work her hand down the back of Kitty’s skin tight lycra shorts. Down they came, and now the poor girl was quite literally bare-assed to an open doorway with the conspicuously bright yellow plastic lump plainly visible between her firm young buttocks. She was too caught up in trying to fight off the next orgasm to do it herself, so Rogue grabbed the thing by the base, gave it a quick quarter-turn just to torment her girl even more, and pulled the fat, pear-shaped plug out of Kitty’s spastically clenching asshole.

She kicked the door shut and snapped the second of what would be many shots indeed, as Kitty collapsed face first onto the floor, soaking her thighs with a squeal.

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Delicious. I approve.

>>42786
I'll try to have at least a couple pages done by tomorrow.

No name for this idea yet, I'm writing as I go...
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It started off innocently. Jean was in the mansion's kitchen one afternoon following classes and yet another of Logan's fierce training sessions, poking through the refrigerator for a snack, wondering if any of Storm's wonderful chicken salad from last night's meal still remained.

She paused, looking up abruptly, as a stray thought brushed her mind - something about tongues, whipped-cream, and edible lingerie? But there was nobody else around except Rogue, and she was just coming in the back door, pausing only to grab an apple off the countertop before heading to someplace else in the mansion.

Surely it couldn't have been her - Rogue was the last person the young telepath would imagine to have a sex-drive, as distant and literally-untouchable as she was. So Jean dismissed it as an oddity to puzzle over later and, as is often the case with stray thoughts, she soon forgot about it.

Later that evening, as she was preparing for a shower before bed, another less-than-innocent mental "poke" came her way, this time in the form of an envisioning of two women, nude and embracing. She startled at the image, but the thought came so suddenly and cut off so quickly that she was unable to focus enough to pinpoint who had supplied it - unlike the earlier thoughts, something that vivid, she was quite sure, was deliberately aimed. But the closest mind to her's at the moment was Kitty, and touching her mind revealed only Kitty's frustration in trying to memorize some names and dates for an exam she had later that week.

Though, as before, it was only the momentary disruption, and nothing further came, so she brushed it aside, and resumed her nightly routines as usual - shower, toiletry, hair, then change into her nightdress and into bed. Briefly, Jean puzzed over just who and why was the cause of these images, but soon enough sleep claimed her, and these questions drifted away.

As she slept, time passed, and more thoughts soon came to her dreaming mind, ones not her own. A nude woman, small in build and height, kneeling submissively before a taller woman with more generous bust and hips, kissing her waist and thighs. Their faces were indistinct as unrecognizable, as dream-faces often were, but their relationship with each other was quite clear.

Jean awoke with a start, sitting up in bed, the young telepath looking around with both eyes and mind to see who had touched her. But her room was empty of all but herself, and a brief skimming of the mansion's mental landscape showed most present to be asleep, save for Dr. McCoy in his lab puzzling over some complex equation of chemistry, Professor Xavier rewriting some sort of speech for a mutant/human relations meeting he had coming up, and Logan in the rec room watching some black-and-white Wild West movie on the television. She momentarily considered contacting the Professor, but her emotions got the better of her - it would simply be too embarassing to explain, even to her mentor, the sort of mental images she'd been getting, not to mention the awkward warmth in her belly the erotic notions were giving her...

>>42798
I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING

>>42798

Sleep came with reluctance the rest of that night, and soon morning came. Still a bit groggy from lack of sleep, Jean was tempted to stay in - her grades were high enough that missing a week probably wouldn't make them budge, much less a single day - but she had a bit of a reputation for her attentiveness and school behavior, so didn't want to disrupt that.

Downstairs she came, after making herself more presentable of course, to the scent of waffles, bacon, orange juice, and the usual assortment of breakfast smells. The rest of the students were gathered around the kitchen, grabbing plates and spoonfuls of food - Jean grinned at seeing Kurt nab a full six-stack of waffles for himself; most girls would kill for such a worry-free metabolism as his. As usual, Professor Xavier, Storm, and Logan had seated themselves while the students were still filing in and filling plates, the former two with modest portions of eggs and toast, Logan with merely a few slices of bacon, a waffle, and a large cup of plain coffee. How Logan could stand the bitterness of black coffee without cream or sugar to cut the strength of it, Jean couldn't imagine.

Soon enough, everyone was seated and had begun eating. Idle conversation (and a few complaints) about classes and teachers, compliments to Logan on the quality of breakfast, the clack and clatter of utensils against plates, and othersuch things marked this as a normal mansion morning - until the sensual mind-tauntings from the previous day began anew for Jean Grey.

She had just taken a bite of waffle, when she was suddenly hit with the thought - no, two thoughts - of two unidentifiable women eagerly and vividly pleasuring themselves, with two of the bananas that made up part of the breakfast spread, no less. Jean startled, cheeks flushing momentarily at the sudden imagery, her gasp causing her to gag briefly as the bit of waffle in her mouth suddenly threatened to choke her. Attentions turned to her, which she waved off with mumbled apology after a bit of coughing and a mouthful of juice sent the errent foodstuff in the proper direction.

Between the idle mental "static" (which she'd learned to ignore) before the incident and the fact those around her swapped from their normal thoughts to concern for her upon hearing her choke and cough, once more she found it frustrating to pin down just from where the lusty imagery was coming, though she could almost have sworn tiny smiles had flickered across the faces of both Kitty and Rogue moments before her mind suddenly became preoccupied. After that, however, breakfast continued without incident, though Jean doubted she would be able to look at a banana quite the same way, much less actually eat one, for quite a while afterwards.

>>42805

Jean was getting flustered - why were these images coming to her, and how was it they seemed able to only come up when she was just distracted enough to be unable to trace them back to the person "aiming" them at her? The only thing she was certain of was that it was not another telepath doing it - the "sent" thoughts of a telepath bore a hard-to-describe sort of added clarity that those of a non-telepath did not, akin to a HDTV signal compared to a normal analog one. It was driving her up the wall. But her classes came first, and while some of the others at the Xavier household joked she used her telepathy to read answers from teachers' minds, the truth was she just studied diligently, and she would need that focus in school again today. So, with some reluctance over leaving an unsolved question without an answer, she pushed the mystery aside, cleared her head with a few deep breaths, and headed to class.

At first, Jean figured school would go off without a hitch; whoever it was that was sending her such lurid - and, to her reluctant admittance, arousing - lesbian imagery seemed either unwilling or unable to do so while she was in a class. Then lunch came. While her Biology class filtered out the door to grab a bite, Jean's thoughts turned back to her private mystery. Idly, she noticed Kitty and Rogue exiting the Math class ahead of her - she started to wave, but noted they seemed to be caught up in a rather focused conversation with each other. Jean paused briefly, wondering what two such opposites as they might have in common to discuss, but brushed it off, figuring it was just them planning out some study-time for a test or something. Passing by them, she did not notice the duo's sudden smiles as she went ahead to lunch, nor see them duck into the ladies' room a door down the hall from the emptied-out Math class...

Jean grimaced briefly at seeing fruit on the menu today, unconsciously recalling the vivid display that had struck her at breakfast that morning. Her cheeks pinks for a moment, before noticing that said phallic imitator was absent - either there were none, or others had gotten them before her. Good fortune on that trigger missing, she mused. Deciding to keep it light - or at least as close to it as a school's menu could accomplish - she got some grilled chicken rather than fried, and some salad rather than potatoes. Although, she did indulge herself with a serving of chocolate cake and a couple peach halves in juice; even a girl like her had guilty pleasures when it came to snacking sometimes.

Nonetheless, she worried that all this sudden lack of attention from her mysterious psychic seducer (or seducers?) was leading up to something big and, with an off-the-cuff excuse of feeling a bit ill and drained - which her eyes, still slightly bloodshot from little sleep the previous night, helped to support - she chose to sit at a smaller table, rather than her usual one with Scott, Kurt, and the others. Idly, she noticed Kitty and Rogue hadn't yet arrived to lunch, and wondered why, but once more her wondering turned back to her mental mystery lover.

The chicken was better this time - the cafeteria staff must've tried a new recipe. This and the salad were finished quickly, though the cake was, as indulgent things often are, enjoyed a bit slower. The peaches were just a palate-cleanser really, to refresh herself from the delightfully-rich heaviness of the cake - say what you might about school menus, but whoever was in charge of the dessert menu, Jean decided, really knew their way around a kitchen. And it was while ejoying that light sweet fruit that Jean's thoughts of her unknown teaser leaving her alone were proven wrong.

She had just raised the fork to her lips, tongue barely brushing the firm flesh of the peach, when she realised... it did not taste like a peach, not exactly. Sure, it was sweet and pleasant, but - oh my. It was then she realized why it seemed off... she was tasting the peach, but also, somehow, her mystery-lover was focusing their thoughts at her while eating - well, it might be called juicy, but it certainly wasn't a peach - and her mind was mixing the two sensations into one.

It was all she could do not to drop her fork and cry out in astonishment. Instead, forcing herself into the same calm facade as Logan's training had taught her to do with fighting scenarios, she pushed her plate away, stood up, and headed for the door. Scott noticed her abruptly stiffen, then rise and exit, but brushed it off, assuming she'd just remembered some last-minute questioning of a teacher.

Jean was focused now, having stepped away from the ruckus of the cafeteria and classes, the mental chatter fading with distance. Now, she was able to follow the thoughts back to their source, and without interruptions. It was somewhat distracting nonetheless, as the sensations of taste and texture still lingered in her mouth - whoever was doing this, even if they weren't a telepath, they were definitely caught up in savoring the moment. Jean whimpered a bit, gasping and staggering a moment, leaning against a locker to support suddenly-shaky knees as a new sensation joined the one already present. First came the mental jolts of vividly pornographic imagery, taunting and teasing her over the past couple days - now, whoever it was had redoubled their efforts, for now not only did she suddenly have the taste of an unknown woman in her mouth, but now her own pussy was feeling like it was getting a tonguelashing as well!

Under the twin assault, focus was tricky, but eventually, she tracked the source to a restroom near where her class had let out earlier. She reached the door, and pushed on it, unsure wherther she would either pummel those responsible, or just beg them to stop taunting her and finish the job. To her surprise, it wouldn't open - she was unaware the restroom doors had locks here. A bit of further pushing revealed something - presumably a trashbin - was simply blocking it. Before she could use her telekinesis to remove the object, the mental-sexual assualt ceased, and the door was opened from the inside...

You can probably tell this one's gone a bit slower than the other one - mostly because I'm taking this one a bit more seriously than before, trying to actually make it a story with sex instead of a story as an excuse for sex.

>>42830

To her surprise, Kitty and Rogue stood there, the latter embracing the former from behind, Rogue still clothed but minus her top and gloves, which now lay on the restroom sink's countertop, Kitty wearing her top, but whose jeans and panties had been removed and draped over a restroom stall door. Considering Rogue's usual makeup was now replaced by only a sheen of moisture and that same wetness now decorated the inside of Kitty's thighs - it wasn't difficult at all to figure out what they had been doing, or what Jean had been feeling because of them.

"Y-you... but... but why..." Jean sputtered, then pointed at Rogue's face and Kitty's crotch. "...and how?" Had she been a mutant of lesser self-control, she might've been tempted to faint, but instead just looked back and forth between the pair of half-nude women in disbelief.

"Well, sugar..." Rogue began, her sultry voice letting a bit more of the Georgia drawl she normally hid under sharp snarkiness seep through, "...let's just say Ah've discovered there's a couple key moments when mah powers ain't exactly out of control... one's when Ah'm sleeping... can ya guess the other one?" This was punctuated by Rogue's hand reaching down and slipping two fingers into Kitty's warm honeypot, eliciting a moan from the smaller girl, before withdrawing them and sucking her fingers clean.

Kitty grinned, seeing Jean's astonished look. "Yes, we've been the one's playing with your head all day - not all of the X-Men might be telepaths, but we've all been paying attention to the Professor's teachings about focusing one's thoughts on them and when it's best to try contacting them. That's why we waited until you were distracted before, so it wouldn't spoil the surprise." She reached up, brushing one hand across the curves and bumps of Jean's shirt-clad chest, thumb rubbing over the knobs of tight flesh the redhead's nipples had become thanks to their latest round of "attacks". Jean flushed, her nipples always having been a sensitive spot for her. "And," Kitty continued with a grin, "it looks like you've certainly enjoyed the surprise."

"I... I..." Jean stammered, the events of the past few days paired with these new revelations sending her for a bit of a loop. "I knew I'd seen you two once or twice peek at me in the showers, but always figured you were just jealous of me for some reason, like Kitty jealous of my being tall, or Rogue wanting to tan as easy as me..."

Both girls grinned. "Well," Rogue began, "Ah was certainly enjoying the view of your tanlines - when you had them, anyway..." Kitty feighned a "naughty naughty" look towards Jean before finishing, "And I was jealous, at first, but then I realized I just loved admiring those sexy legs of yours."

The two girls pulled away from each other's embrace, before stepping to either side of Jean. Again came the mental pictures, but this time, rather than faceless women, the participants were quite clearly Rogue and Kitty. Not only that, but a new figure had been added to the mix, as Jean got the image of three women in a circle, faces buried between the thighs of the one ahead of them... two were the same girls now standing at either side of her, and the third, she realized was herself.

"But... but I don't... I like guys." Jean fumbled for an excuse, but even she would be hard-pressed to believe herself, to hear such a poor excuse given in such a weak tone.

"Ain't a thing wrong with liking guys, Jean..." Rogue said reassuringly. "We both still do. We just like girls, too. Kinda nice havin' some variety now and then." She chuckled a bit, seeing Jean offer no resistance to Kitty phasing her top off and setting it aside "Besides, if all of those ideas really didn't do anything..." Rogue leaned forward, and briefly kissed Jean's nipples through her bra, "explain these?"

>>42841

In spite of herself, Jean moaned quietly. "Damn my sensitive nipples..." she whimpered, breath catching in her throat as Rogue moved from mere kisses to suckling her through her bra. "O-Okay... s-stop. You've been teasing me for two days now... It's driving me crazy..." She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, reaching back to unclasp her bra on her own. "God, I almost thought I was going to cum on the way here, with you two doubleteaming me like that..."

Kitty grinned - they'd finally won her over, it seems. Rogue had a good plan after all. "Just imagine what it'd be like in person..." She gave a brief glance up at the clock - thank God for a school so attentive about timing that even the bathrooms kept you from running late. "And the best part of all is we have plenty of time to play - even if lunch is over, study-hall's next on our schedules, and it runs for an hour after that. And just in case..." She slid the trashbin in front of the door again - it made it unlikely they'd be disturbed, as that blockage was the janitorial staff's usual informal signal a restroom was off-limits for cleaning. At least, so far as the teachers knew. To the students, it was the do-not-disturb sign for something totally different.

Kitty and Rogue stripped off the remainder of their clothes and set them aside, before helping Jean with hers - well, more like Kitty helped her out, while Rogue caught the redhead in a deep kiss and massaged her breasts. Kitty moaned a bit, as she phased Jean's panties off, the strong, erotic smell of a very wet orgasm-denied woman making her head swim. She couldn't help but swipe her tongue along the inside of them before putting them aside with the rest of their garments. Ever since doing it as a lark her first time with Rogue, she'd lick wet panties after removing them, even her own sometimes, thinking of it along the same reasons why a wine connoiseur sniffs a small sample poured from a newly-opened bottle before having a drink - to get an idea of what enjoyment awaited with the full thing.

Jean felt weak-kneed, both at the passion of the kiss, but also because part of her didn't fully believe Rogue's claims until the goth girl actually touched her - if this was the result, she gladly hoped Rogue could stay turned on for a long time! "This..." she gasped, as Rogue finally broke the kiss, "...even dreaming, I haven't felt this good. Not even when I looked--" She caught herself at the last moment. It didn't go unnoticed, even though she tried to disguise it with a sigh of pleasure as Kitty's hands ran across her ass.

"Looked at what, Jean?" Rogue's grin was almost devilish. "Little Miss Perfect's been looking at dirty pictures, has she?" Kitty stopped rubbing the tall redhead's sleek legs and stood up from her kneeling pose, wantint to hear this confession.

"N-not exactly... Sometimes, uh," Jean mumbles the next part, blushing deeply... but the two girls push her teasingly to speak up. "S-sometimes I use my powers to, um, peek around in other folks' dreams when they're asleep. Once I peeked in on Scott and Kurt - they, were, uh, having wet dreams. Scott was dreaming about me and you with him at the same time, Rogue, and Kurt was, well, Kitty, lets just say he was showing you the usefulness of having a tail. I, uh... got myself off four times in a row that night."

Now it was Rogue and Kitty's turn to blush. Kitty knew Rogue had a certain indigo-colored toy that she sometimes borrowed behind her back and fantasized was Kurt's equipment, but to find he dreamed of her too? Wow. Rogue too was speechless, having assumed the crush she'd had on the sunglasses-wearing boy (and later dropped once he started showing interest in Jean) in her earlier days at the Institute was one-sided. An interesting twist indeed.

...and I'll have to stop there for the moment. my inspiration just bottomed-out for the time being. I'll add more later, but it's more likely to be tomorrow rather than tonight. Aplogies to those who were expecting regular postings, but I write as the mood hits me, rather than just write and write and risk it turning out badly.

>>42851
well thank you for what you have posted, thoroughly enjoyed it thus far

Just out of curiosity, does this board support text formatting such as italics?

>>42944
Dunno, I've never really tried it. But I don't think so.

Just watched the entire movie trilogy again. Blame this weirdness on that.
I couldn't help it, I swear! I see subtext everywhere!
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They were alone again. Alone in the little wooden box they both called home. The early evening sunlight filtered in through half-drawn curtains, golden and shimmering, a soft breeze wafting in to send a pleasant chill about the room, and all the other romantic stuff.

Romantic. The word springing into her head like that surprised Kitty. It really wasn’t the sort of situation one might call romantic.

Her roommate, the girl whom most called Rogue, was at that moment perched on a chair she had pulled up to the side of the bed. She sat right on the edge of the seat with her chin atop her hand, elbow on knee, one leg folded over the other. It was a pose she had mastered over short months of practice, somehow mixing an innocent naivety with her own previously neglected sexuality. She looked part attentive student, part seductress. Especially the eyes.

Kitty couldn’t look. She pushed her face into the pillow beneath her in an attempt to stop the heat rising in her cheeks. For all that Rogue could be a shy, self-conscious young girl at times, at others she could put incredible force into a single glance. Moreover, as the years passed, it seemed the former was gradually waning as the latter came to the fore in full.

“Does Bobby know you use your birthday present to tie girls up?”

Well that was a bad move. What was meant as a feeble attempt at a joke turned out a disaster. No sooner had Kitty finished than she suddenly felt the urge to bury her face in her pillow again. This time, maybe all the way in.

“I was…I didn’t mean it like that,” she mumbled without raising her head.

No reply. No reply was usually not a promising sign.

“M’not made of glass.” Rogue’s voice was soft, but low, less troubled and more plain hesitant. That was good. “Least, not ‘ny more.” A leather gloved finger on bare skin, light as a feather, sent a shiver up Kitty’s spine like it always did. How did she know all the right spots?

“Yeah, well…” Kitty was still mumbling. Now it was her embarrassed mumble, instead of her “I did something wrong” mumble. “Maybe…maybe I liked it when you were…”

That threw Rogue for a loop. It didn’t stop her finger from wandering up the length of her roommate’s gloriously nude back, though. That was almost instinctual now. Clearly feeling a need to explain herself lest the conversation they weren’t quite having get completely out of hand, Kitty lifted her head up just enough to make eye contact, if only intermittent, and spoke again.

“I’m just saying that…m-maybe I enjoyed…in some way…y’know…” Kitty rarely stuttered. “Back then, nobody could touch you. Nobody in the world. Is…is it bad that I found something appealing in that?”

“Think tha’s human nature, sugar.”

That made Kitty tremble ever so slightly. Calling her that always made Kitty tremble. That and…certain other things Rogue would never be telling anyone.

“I didn’t mean to bring it up, you know that. But it’s hard not to keep…measuring myself against my…predecessor, you know?” The nervous, slightly confused face Kitty made at that moment said everything that needed saying. Maybe she hadn’t Rogue’s crippling (and fortunately, now past) lack of self-confidence, but she didn’t seem all too good at putting her emotions into words. Actions, on the other hand…

“I ain’t gonna compare you to him, ever. Wouldn’t be fair t’anyone.”

Rogue’s voice had slipped down right into sensual. She hadn’t even noticed. Every time they talked in private, it was like she always ended up in the same place. Like the girl brought out something buried within her that just wanted to stroke and whisper and be sexy-yet-soft for as long as she could. And something had just slipped by that shouldn’t have.

“Before I got th’cure?”

It was a good thing Kitty had her nose in the pillow again, because now she was red from her forehead to her collarbone. She just made a sound in the affirmative and then fidgeted, twisting her hands about in their bindings, letting the sensation of silk wound about her wrists take her mind off the fact that she was completely naked and helpless and had just inadvertently revealed something nobody needed to know.

Nope, not working.

<…and you have Rogue and…>

She’d felt uncomfortable just with the tiniest slip even back then. Now, downright letting it out like that, at such a time…

“Really, it’s silly if you think about it.” Now she was babbling, as she did occasionally. It was a sign that she was about to pop and didn’t want to. It was a signal Rogue never failed to take, and always delighted in the result. Leather fingertips over the marble smoothness of Kitty’s skin, making their way from the base of her spine all the way up to those limber shoulders.

“I thought I was gonna lose him to ya. Shouldn’t a’worried.”

Kitty Pryde wasn’t taking any more. She was beyond coherent dialogue. Her repertoire had been reduced to breathy little gasps and almost-moans, music to Rogue’s ears. Off came the gloves, at long last.

“Marie,” the bound girl finally managed to gasp, sandwiched between an erotic little squeak and a low, shuddering groan as velvet lips caressed the lobe of her left ear.

“I love it when you say mah name, sugar.”

>>42959

Nice. not super-big on movie continuity myself, after the chaos that was the tail-end of movie three, but that was really good otherwise. Seems Rogue and Kitty make a nice pair in any 'verse.

Don't worry, folks, a new scene is incoming (and boy is it gonna be good) - I just got delayed with trying to work out some decent, well, shall we say "choreography" between the three lusty ladies. Threesomes are tricky sometimes.

>>42848

Rogue paused, a devious idea coming to mind. "Wait right here, Jean..." She looked at the redhead, tapping the side of her own head, "...and no peeking." With a grin, she beckoned Kitty over to her, the pair of them stepping a couple feet away, their voices a low whisper just out of Jean's earshot, as Rogue murmured her plan to Kitty. Not that Jean was exactly paying particular attention to them - between the effect of the mental assault earlier, and their teasing after she'd arrived, Jean was feeling quite... distracted by the warm throb between her legs. She was tempted to simply finish herself off manually, but an inquisitive part of her resisted, wondering just what sort of plotting her loving torturers were suddenly discussing between themselves.

They soon returned, both grinning in a way that Jean was unsure whether to be afraid of or excited by. To her surprise, they did not immediately resume embracing her, but guided her to sit on the sink's countertop instead, before seemingly ignoring her, and turning towards each other, stroking and caressing in the same manner as they had been doing before Jean's arrival.

At first, Jean was confused; though she certainly was enjoying the show, part of her admitted - those night spent poking around the dreams of the other mansion residents had given her something of a voyeuristic streak - she had assumed the entire point of bringin her here was for them to let her join in...

That's when she felt it - something lightly scratching her back, just as Kitty's fingernails left faint, swiftly-fading red trails down Rogue's back, the tingling sensation that was left behind making the goth girl moan into the kiss she was sharing. Ah, so that was their plan. Jean smiled, leaning back on the countertop, resting against the cool wall of the room, and returning the favor, strengthening the link the two were pushing at her. Now it was their turn to be surprised, gasps from Kitty and Rogue as they felt a gentle pinch and tug on their nipples, despite the fact both girls' hands by now had wandered down to the buttocks of the other.

They looked back at Jean, who was watching them with a smoky gaze, her hands on her own breasts, teasing their sensitive tips, a smirk of challenge on her lips. Two - or was it three? - could play at that game, it seemed. Kitty and Rogue only grinned... things were definitely about to become a whole lot more fun than they'd first planned them to be.

>>42980

It seemed Jean was more content to watch, for as her own self-stimulation continued, Rogue and Kitty got not even a "spark" of sensation from her, even as the pair of them sank to the floor, legs unable to support them, with the feeling of the cool tile contrasting with the elevated heat from their bodies bringing an unexpected gasp of surprise from all three girls. Jean moaned, not only watching Kitty's suckling of Rogue's generous breasts, but feeling it as clearly as if the smaller girl were doing so to her own more modest pair. It was amazing, Jean thought, not only getting indulge her voyeuristic streak without having to worry that those she was watching might catch her, but also getting to "piggyback" what they felt as if it were her own experience.

"Yes... lick her, Kitty... mmh... right there, yes..." Jean sighed, belly trembling a bit as she watched Kitty tease Rogue by probing the goth girl's navel with her tongue as if it were a smaller pussy, but feeling the gentle strokes as if Kitty were lapping at her instead. Rogue grinned, hearing Jean's quivering voice - she was getting into this.

"Lick me, sugar..." she directed Kitty with a smirk, "make us both feel good." Kitty giggled, flicking her gaze to Jean, who was teasing herself in anticipation, eyes locked on the two young lovers, one of her own hands pinching and tugging on her nipples while the other was cupping her shaven mound, massaging the firm pad of flesh. Kitty was about to comply with Rogue's request - after all, Kitty thought, how could one not obey that throaty lust-filled drawl Rogue's voice slipped into when she was so turned on? - when she suddenly stiffened, squeezing her thighs together, as unseen hands rubbed and squeezed her eager pussy, in time with Jean's own self-groping, forcing a moan from the smaller girl.

"Don't keep me waiting, Kitty dear..." Jean said with a hungry look. "I love watching, but I can't wait any longer..." To her surprise, Rogue got up from her place on the floor, and approached her, sinking to her knees in from of the redhead and trailing kisses up one of her quivering thighs. Jean gasped, watching her closely, her pulse climbing in anticipation as Rogue would draw oh-so-close to her center before switching sides and trailing kisses up the other thigh.

"In case ya haven't guessed, sugar, Ah think Ah've decided on a change of plans. Enough watchin'... this calls for a direct approach." With that, Rogue grabbed Jean's hips, burying her face in the taller girl's hairless honeypot. Jean threw back her head and groaned, as Rogue's practiced tongue lovingly worked over her sensitive spots. Kitty, on the other hand, began searching around the room, as if trying to remember something. Clothes were more-or-less scattered here-and-there, and the trashbin blocked the door, so at first glance, it seemed hard to imagine what she might be looking for.

>>42985

"Rogue... oh God... how did you get so good?" Jean asked, shivering with pleasure as Rogue continued to feast on her sweetness, tongue relentless in exploring all of Jean's secret warmth. "Simple, sugar..." Rogue grinned, punctuating her pause with a quick suck on the pink pearl of Jean's clit, "Kitty helped me practice mah talents... a lot." Jean moaned wordlessly as Rogue's clever tongue trembled over her needy hotbutton. "It shows... oh my god, does it show..."

Kitty paused in her search, suddenly remembering what she was searching for - and where she'd left it. "Damn, it's still in my locker..." With that abrupt declaration, Kitty ran at one wall of the restroom, phasing through it and disappearing. Jean looked up, seeing Kitty vanish. "She can't really be running around school naked, can she?"

Rogue stopped to wipe her mouth, keeping Jean on the edge with gentle caresses along her folds. "Ooh, I know what she's up to - we've not done that in a week or two - don't worry, she knows where her locker is; she'll just run through the walls and such until she can get to it... this isn't the first time she's forgotten to bring it along..." Rogue paused, winking at Jean, "though it is the first time someone besides the two of us have known about it."

Before Jean could think to ask what "it" was, Kitty phased back through the wall. Kitty shook her head, the quick albeit prolonged run with her powers constantly on making her momentarily lightheaded. Whatever she had returned with, she currently had hidden behind her back. Instead of letting Jean see it right away, however, she vanished into a stall. Rogue's reaction to this was to stop (with minor reluctance) licking the redhead's smooth cunt, and beckon her to trade places with her, so that Rogue was on the counter while Jean was kneeling between her legs.

"Y'all gonna love this, Jean..." Rogue chuckled. "but don't kneel, just bend over and stick that firm cheerleader ass out." Jean complied, still not entirely sure what her two companions were up to. Jean started to use her powers to investigate, but Rogue saw the brief look of concentration forming on Jean's face, and patted her cheek to get the telepath's attention. "Now now, Jean, remember what Ah said before, no peeking; it'll spoil the surprise..." Reluctantly, Jean agreed - besides, the anticipation of the unknown was a bit infectious, and she could feel an extra spark of warmth curl in her belly at the notion. Briefly, she hear a clinking sound, like some sort of belt-buckle, coming from the stall Kitty had vanished into with the mystery-item.

>>42988

Rogue gently guided Jean's head between her legs, encouraging her to return the favor she had just given. Caught up in the moment, and remembering how well Rogue had serviced her, she went to work, giggling a bit at noticing she was right about Rogue - the stripe was natural. While not the best, Rogue admitted, her willingness to please and excitement for it all made up for her technique; Jean was licking her as she herself enjoyed being licked, which was still pretty damn good. The fact Rogue had indeed fantasized more than once about the redhead's tongue buried in her certainly helped add to her pleasure - fantasies coming true was always a plus.

Kitty finally emerged from the stall she'd ran into - but now, instead of having something behind her back, there was something around her waist. Around the petite girl's slim hips was a leather harness, and protruding from said harness was what at first glance looked like rather unusual sort of zucchini, but at further inspection proved to be a decently-sized firm rubber dong, done in a mottled green color and, judging from the way Kitty walked while wearing it, a double-sided variety with the other end buried firmly inside her.

"Surprised ya didn't get that blue one, baby, as fond as ya are of it..." Rogue said with a chuckle, one hand resting on Jean's head as the telepath sucked on her pussy, the other hand giving alternating gropes to her own breasts. Kitty pouted playfully. "I thought about it, but that one was only one-sided. Not to mention I left it at home this week. Besides, I kinda like to keep 'Little Kurt' to myself."

Rogue looked surprised, then laughed. "Oh mah Gawd... you named it after... oh man. Then again, I guess his probably would look like that." Rogue looked down at Jean, who hadn't noticed Kitty's reveal, and was curious just what they were talking about. "Hold on, sweety... Kitty's got a surprise for ya." Jean looked back, but saw only Kitty behind her, Jean's own upraised ass blocking immediate view of the strapon the slender girl was wearing. "I think she's ready, Kitty... Surprise her." Rogue grinned, pushing Jean's head back down, the redhead returning to licking the goth girl's juicy sweetness.

Kitty smirked, lined herself up, and slowly pushed the double-dong into Jean's open passage, bit by bit, both girls moaning as the toy shifted and slid deeper into them both. Rogue was breathless, feeling herself draw close just from watching Jean shudder as the toy Kitty wore was moved in and out of her with slowly-increasing pace. Maybe there was something to this "voyeur" idea after all.

Kitty moaned, as every thrust into Jean's tightness pushed inward on the half of the toy inside herself, and every withdrawal tugged it back out as Jean's trembling pussy relectantly let go, Kitty fucking herself in counterpoint to the lusty rhythm she was giving Jean. Jean was no slouch on the other end, either, hungrily eating out Rogue's sweet slit, the goth girl moaning as Kitty's thrusts pressed Jean's lips and tongue against her, adding to the sensation.

>>42992

Soon enough they picked up a fair rhythm. Rogue looked down at Jean, tweaking her own nipples and "aiming" her thoughts at the telepath, taking advantage of Jean's earlier comments of her own sensitive buds, loving the sight of the taller girl sucking and licking her throbbing pussy. Jean held onto Rogue's hips, more to keep her own self from collapsing than to prevent Rogue from sliding off the countertop, as she savored the goth girl's juices. Kitty was in heaven, the double-dong she wore transferring every pump and thrust she gave to Jean back to her own soaked tunnel. The wet, fleshy sounds and hot, musky scents of passionate sex filled the small room, and not for the first or last time in Bayville High's history did a group of horny students inwardly thank whoever designed the restrooms for the odd decision to include soundproofing.

Jean must have been using her powers to subtly tweak the sensations of her new lovers, for the moment that Rogue managed to moan out "Oh Gawd, Ah'm gonna cum!", Kitty too admitted she was on the edge. Jean herself said nothing, being as her mouth was being put to much more interesting uses, but the flush of her skin and the ragged tone her breaths were taking answered that question quite clearly.

Surprisingly, Kitty was first to climax, her thrusting going a bit erratic suddenly as the sensations of the toy buried inside her set her off, hips pumping and twitching as a orgasmic moan poured from her throat. Rogue was next, hands dropping down to hold the telepathic girl's head between her legs, as if Rogue somehow feared she would vanish, her hips writhing on the countertop and Jean's name dying on her lips as her voice failed her. Last to share in the erotic rush was Jean herself, her cries muffled by Rogue holding her mouth to the goth girl's quivering pussy, as Jean herself was thrown over the edge, spasming and clenching around the toy Kitty buried deep inside her as the petite girl rode out her own wave.

Minutes that felt like hours passed, and soon enough the trio gradually returned to their senses, Kitty withdrawing first, eliciting a small whine of reluctance as Jean felt the strapon being removed from her still-twitchy passage, followed shortly thereafter by a soft moan from Kitty herself as she slid her end of the toy out from her soaked slit. Jean pulled away from Rogue next, standing up slowly, as if afraid her legs might fail her. Kitty watched her, having pried the dong from its harness and, grasping it by the mounting-spot in the center where the harness held it, was slowly licking it clean of Jean's sweet flavor. Jean laughed a bit. "Got enough to share, honey?" she purred. Kitty nodded slowly, passing the toy to Jean, who did likewise, moaning quietly as her tongue gently stripped Kitty's end of the toy of the sheen of lubrication she'd given it.

>>43166

Rogue was last to stir, legs trembling as she slid off the counter, though, like Jean, she managed to stay upright. Even as the others stood around "cleaned" the toy, Rogue grabbed a hand-towel from the shelf by the sink and, dampening it, began to wipe herself clean of the sweat and sex-juices she now wore, shivering a bit as the chill of the water made her sensitive skin tingle.

Jean watched, a bit puzzled by Rogue's sudden switch to purposeful business, asking Kitty what was going on. "Rogue's powers only stay 'off' when she's asleep or... having fun, remember?" Kitty explained with a chuckle, fetching a damp towel for herself and tossing another to Jean for her own use. Rogue continued the explanation herself, while gathering up her own clothes and putting them back on. "Yeah... much as Ah'd like it otherwise, they do come back when all's said an' done. It takes a few minutes for everything to rise back up t' full speed, but Ah can feel when it starts - s'kinda like an itch in th' back of mah head when the stuff starts wakin' back up. Kinda makes post-sex cuddles a moot point, y'know? So unless it's one of those really really good ones, like where ya come so damn hard ya pass out right after, I kinda gotta cover back up pretty quickly after I get off, t' avoid any... complications."

Jean nodded, cleaning herself off (and getting another small tremble as the rough towel passed over her nipples), surprised she didn't think of that answer sooner - it made sense, after all. "But how do you know when you're... aroused enough? Do we just grab your ass and hope we don't pass out?" Rogue smirked, Jean's use of "we" not going unnoticed - the girl rather quickly considered herself part of their little secret as well, it seemed. "Well, at first, that's kinda how Kitty an' me thought it was - part of the reason why we mostly did it at night, since if I wasn't 'safe' and she got hit, Ah could just tuck her in bed and not have anything look suspicious. But eventually Ah learned t' recognize the feeling of it fading out through the fog of me bein' horny. Good thing Ah'm not hard to get going - just a minute or two of playin' with mah tits through mah shirt or watching Kitty fingerfuck her sweet little pussy is enough t' get me hot quick so that I'm 'disarmed' and ready for th' more full-contact stuff."

Kitty by now had put on her own clothes and vanished back through the wall to "put away" her toy (after giving it a good wash, of course). Returning, she caught the tail-end of Rogue's explanation and added, "And believe me, part of the fun for me is getting to show enough before we can touch - guess she gives me a bit of an exhibitionist streak." She paused, noting Jean was the only one still nude, and quickly stuck two fingers in Jean's moist box, wriggling them around a bit. This earned a surprised gasp and moan from Jean, before Kitty pulled them out and licked them clean. "Mmm... remind me to sample that more thoroughly some other time. But for now, you might wanna get dressed too." Jean glanced up at the clock. "Study hall period's about halfway over, and while the staff don't exactly frown on students skipping it to do other things... we might want to take the time to think up a excuse where we've been all this time, just in case someone asks..."

Cool story

now if I could only think of a good way to end this... damn writer's block...

>>43460
"And they all lived sloppily ever after."

>>43496

Was thinking something a bit more solid. I mean, what kind of excuse does one give to one's friends for being AWOL for an hour in the middle of school?

While honesty is the best policy, I rather doubt Jean saying "Oh, I was just having a lesbian orgy in the bathroom, and by the way, Rogue can touch people when she's horny now." would go over too well...

>>43549
Private tutoring session.

lets have some more 'tutoring lessons' real soon

okay, here goes. my brain has totally blanked on how to end this, so I'll open the floor to ideas. best idea to end it, I make as the actual end for the story.

Interactivity is fun, yes?

>>43811
...bump

no ideas yet, that makes me sad

>>44700

you and me both, man. And we're so close to a completion, too...

>>44702

Even after taking some time off from the story for a while, I still can't think up a good closing scene for it...

Well I've been writing a bit more stuff. And I really should finish the next bit SOME TIME BEFORE CHRISTMAS FUCK I SUCK

I swear, I'll finish this someday.

While we are on the topic of XME, can someone post the full version of this?

>>46792

Seconded!

That's Mac's entry for the Catthouse 2005 Kitten Of The Year series.

>>46800
oh right, I knew it looked familiar.

More is needed

>>46800

Ah I miss Catthouse KOTY. Supposed to be Baroness last time....sigh

holy shit, I thought this fell off the board ages ago.

...bump.

DON'T DIE OUT ON ME NOW.

>>65567

uh, dude, give up. it's over.