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[Author's Note: "Darkchylde" has been a pseudonym for Illyana Rasputin since at least the mid-1980s, long before there was an image comic of the same name. This Darkchylde is the original Marvel version and is copyright Marvel.]

Chapter 6 part 2: Putting the X in Sex

Jessica knew it was going to be a good night, though it was a little slow in getting started. The group had agreed to let the party take a turn for the sexual, but as she looked across the room very little had actually begun. Instead, several still sat alone and even the established lovers were still not quite past their inhibitions enough to go beyond kissing and petting to getting it on. Clearly, this group wasn't as experienced with multiples play as Jessica's little circle at home, but it would happen. Jessica smiled to herself as she subtly upped her pheremone output, and waited for the fun to begin. As she did, she smiled and leaned down to start undoing the buttons on Carol's shirt with her teeth. Maybe they just needed someone to go first?

As it turns out, she wasn't the only one with that idea. Before she was even able to get Carol topless, slow and sensual as she was being and making a show of it, the little russian blonde had clearly decided to take things to the next level. She slipped from her outfit without hesitation, pausing only a moment to strike a pose for the eyes she'd gathered with a mischievous little grin. Then she whispered something to the paired weapon-x girls, and they moved to Logan as she began working on undressing the tomboyish redhead Rachel.

Logan raised an eyebrow, watching the two move in unison, at first circling him and then touching him, before each popping the claws on one hand. He looked to the blonde with a look of mild skepticism. "What's this, then?"

Illyana looked up from the now half-dressed redhead beneath her, smirking softly."I think they mean to strip you... you might want to beat them to it if you want to keep that outfit."

He shrugged, and stripped to the waist, which got the twin killers to pause to let him proceed, and then soon he was left only in boxers and Illyana smiled as the pair retracted their claws and began touching him once more.

"Don't take this the wrong way..." Illyana began with a saucy smile, "But I mean this in the nicest possible way when I tell you to to fuck yourself."

Logan softly chuckled, and shrugged once more. "Probably won't be the weirdest thing I ever done."

Illyana just grinned with that little proud of herself grin, her evil plan working perfectly, and she was interrupted by Kat kissing her and speaking softly to her. After a moment, she nodded and Kat then moved to Storm to slip into her lap and say she wanted to ask her something.

Storm blinked in soft surprise, but said to go ahead and ask. "Storm... I know you've known me since I was a kid and all, but like Logan says I'm a full grown legal woman now... and I've always had a crush on you, umm.... ah hell..."

She nervously lost her voice and looked down, fidgeting softly as if suddenly ready to forget the whole thing and sheepishly retreat to her corner. To her clear shock, she found her chin lifted by slender but strong fingers, and those perfect coffee-with-cream lips pressed soft but strong to her own. After a moment of wide-eyed surprise, she melted into it and closed her eyes as she threw her arms around Storm and squeezed tight, pressing herself against the older woman with sudden, intense passion.

Storm softly smiled when the kiss broke. "Kitten... I've always known how you felt, but it wasn't time. Where I'm from, a woman the age you were when we met would be married and raising babies, but here things move more slowly. You weren't ready. Now, you're an experienced young woman with lovers of your own. In other words... yes. I will be pleased and honored to be yours tonight."

Kat just blinked, shocked to be told yes. She gaped in stunned silence for long moments before Storm kissed her again.

-----

Jessica smiled, watching the pair as they began with one another like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. It was beautiful, and a few other eyes were on them as well. Clearly, this had been a long time coming.

In the meantime, neither Illyana nor Logan with the twin Feral girls had wasted any time. Illyana was on her knees at the feet of her redheaded lover Rachel, face buried in her luscious pink and bringing passionate moans from her while making delighted little muffled noises of her own, her little blonde-muffed ass wriggling enticingly as she worked. Logan was on his back, with one of the twins straddling his face and riding his tongue, while the other sucked him. Soon enough, she seemed to decide he was ready and came up to straddle his hips, lining his now slick and hard shaft with her also slickened opening, and impaled herself on him with a soft grunt. He moaned into her twin, and she engaged that twin in a passionate kiss as the pair's hands found one another's breasts.

It was quite the show, and while no one else yet had taken things to the next level, it was inevitable now. It had begun.

As she scanned the room looking at the others, wondering who would make the next move while her fingers slipped down to keep Carol's fires stoked, Psylocke looked back at her and responded as if knowing what she was thinking --which given her telepathy, she probably did.

"Don't worry about me, I think I'm gonna ride the wave a little while, enjoy everyone else's fun. I'll get in the game when I'm ready."

Of course, being a telepath meant she could do exactly that, use her powers to literally enjoy the pleasure from others in the room, and she looked like a lazy cat as she lounged with a drink, eyes half-lidded and body half-stripped as she drank in the pleasure from the room. Jessica smirked, she looked so smug in her beautiful relaxation and it gave her the urge to go over there and engage her directly just for spite. Later, she planned to do exactly that, but for now she had other plans she intended to get to first.

Alison Blaire, the mutant musician Dazzler, had clearly overheard this as she knew what Jessica was thinking as well when she looked her way. "Later for me too... I'm in the mood to set a mood."

And with that, the blonde rose and asked the main computer to supply her a DJ rig, and it complied as a console folded up from the floor and lit up with a touch-screen panel with everything the woman needed. With a smile, she looked it over, orienting herself to it and making a few adjustments, and then began, working the music and setting her powers in motion, adding a lightshow to compliment the flow of the sound. Watching her, Jessica could easily see how this woman could entrance crowds, she was good. Damned good. After a bit, she even began incorporating the passionate sounds of sex from the room, sampling a few of the best ones on the fly and weaving them into the music, and also syncing her lights to some of them as they were made. It was nothing short of amazing, and it made Jessica feel torn between wanting her and not wanting to interrupt the awesome display by having her. Regardless, Dazzler was in the zone and wouldn't be joining in anytime soon.

Having fallen into a pattern of watching the room for the moment, she slipped down to sit on the couch and pull Carol into her lap, facing the beautiful and now naked blonde in her lap away from herself so she could easily watch over her shoulder and get her arms wrapped around her to easily reach her chest and between her legs. She nibbled affectionately at the junction of Carol's perfectly-muscled neck and shoulder, while she let her hands and fingers work the rest of her lover's exquisite body. It was quite the amazing scene she'd helped set in motion, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

While she worked Carol, her eyes found and locked on her lover's cross-dimensional twin, Jane aka Warbird, who had been watching them with a stormy expression of mixed emotions. She saw the woman blush, and try to look away, but Jessica kept her eyes locked with intensity as she displayed her Carol and the passion and pleasure she was giving her, telling her without words that this could be her. To Jessica's dismay, though, the woman took the wrong message from it and looked away with a bitter frown. Jessica sighed, realizing the woman thought she was teasing her, and whispered softly to Carol that she'd be right back as she moved to engage her.

Before Jessica could even speak, the silvery-haired duplicate of her lover spoke darkly without even looking up at her. "Don't interrupt your fun on my account."

Jessica smiled gently, and spoke softly. "You're not interrupting my fun... I'm inviting you to join it."

That got a surprised blink, and Jessica gently turned her face up to meet her gaze with soft fingertips and a warm smile, and leaned down to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. To the woman's shocked expression, she said softly "Yes, I mean it."

Jane's expression softened from shock to awe as she took Jessica's offered hand and allowed herself to be led back to the couch where Jessica had come from and the other her there. She gulped softly, looking over what looked to her as her own body, nipples erect and lower lips inflamed with passion and wet with lust, fingers buried inside to take up where Jessica had left off. Carol opened an arm to her, and after a moment's hesitation, she slipped down onto the couch and into that embrace. Not sure what to do next, she was surprised by Carol gently moving one of Jane's hands to her sex and raising the hand that had been working that feminine center to her duplicate's lips. Jane blinked, frozen for a moment like a deer in headlights, but then realized she didn't want to offend her double by implying there was anything wrong with the offering of nectar on those fingers. So, pausing to first tentatively sniff and then take in a full, deep breath of the feminine scent, she relaxed. She knew the scent well, as it was basically her own, and she had tasted herself from her own fingers before. So, this was familiar to her as she first brought her tongue to lap at the thick and fragrant liquid lust, and then sucked the fingers into her mouth to get the rest of it. Similarly familiar was the feel of Carol's intimate center, identical to her own and thus well known to her. Allowing herself to go on instinct and long-honed memory, she explored that sex with a practiced hand that knew well what she liked. The passionate moan she got from Carol as the blonde tossed her head back and closed her eyes, riding the sensations with passionate fixation, proved to Jane that they were indeed similar and her experience in pleasuring herself woulld serve her well in pleasing her duplicate.

Jessica stood transfixed, fascinated and enraptured by the sight of the twin images of the woman she loved most in all the world engaged in passionate pleasure exchange. A vision of lovely perfection in silver and gold... it only got better when she saw Jane reach a hand to the triangular light-panel on the chest of her armor, causing it to flash and disappear and leaving her exposed to Jessica's gaze in all her naked glory. Seeing her body exposed in it's fullness for the first time, Jessica was able to note the subtle differences to go with the similarities. Jane was a little more slender than Carol, still very toned and athletic but without the powerful but sleek, almost pantherine musculature of the superhumanly strong Carol. More svelte, a little less curvy, and without the powerful pectoral muscles beneath her chest it made her breasts seem a little smaller as well. Her scars were in different places also, marking different experience in different battles, a trail marked in bits of subtly-different colored skin almost invisible until you looked close. The subtle but indelible marks of a warrior woman.

All this, and of course, the silvery platinum blonde hair to contrast Carol's golden locks... both above and below, as Jessica's eyes trailed down to lock on the woman's feminine center framed in neatly-trimmed silver. Overwhelmed with desire, she kneeled down and placed her hands gently on the woman's knees to spread her thighs and give her access to that silver-trimmed treasure. Leaning in to luxuriate in that lusciously scented sex so similar to the one she loved best, getting a gasp from the woman as heated breath caressed that tender pink, Jessica smiled and buried herself in the other woman's intimate center and indulged herself to the fullest. The moan she got from the silver-haired vision of loveliness proved that Jessica knew that intimate center and what worked best on it almost as well as the two duplicates did, and Jessica had no intention of stopping until Jane was screaming her ecstatic bliss with her name sprinkled among the cries.

Jane didn't put up any resistance to that plan at all.

-----

Across the room, Warren began to approach Jean but then stopped, frowning deeply as he turned to go back to the darkened corner he'd come from. Instead, to his surprise, he was picked up in a field of red energy glow and pulled to in front of Jean.

He blinked, frowning, caught off-guard now. "Jeannie..." he began, but she cut him off.

She chuckled and held him in place so he couldn't retreat again. "Don't you 'Jeannie' me, mister. You have something on your mind, spill it. I won't bite."

He sighed. "It's nothing, really, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry I bothered you I'll just go--"

She cut him off again, and didn't let him go either. "I know exactly what you were thinking, you've been projecting the likes of which could wake the headblind. It's been a while since you've been around a telepath, hasn't it? You've forgotten your discipline."

He blushed, purple under the blue, and tried to shrug himself free again but he couldn't break her grip. "I'm sorry, ok? It was presumptuous, just let me go I won't bother you again."

Jean scowled softly and actually shook him a little in her telekinetic grip. "Dammit Warren... what's bothering me is you, doing this to yourself again. Didn't you learn this last time? Blue and razor winged doesn't change that you're a good man."

He sighed, looking down. "That was before. It's different this time."

She shook her head. "No, it's not... and you're wrong. You're not the leftovers, and you're not the Danny DeVito twin. You're the part that Gabriel didn't want, but not everyone agrees with Gabriel and his tastes."

Warren sighed deeper. "He was... is... my idealized self. What I always wanted to be. Beautiful, popular, perfect, good with money, great taste in everything... and free about his sexuality instead of torn between two halves and living in denial and in the closet."

Jean looked at him with eyes like locked on lasers and her words were delivered with dead-on accuracy. "And free of your troubled history with women, your unrequited crush on me, your grief for Candy Southern... he's even free of your x-gene, he reads as altered human."

Warren blinked, stunned by her all-too-true words, and she continued. "He's also arrogant, shallow, self-centered, hedonistic, and judgemental. He's an Adonis, yes, and he does good work with his group of chosen ones, but to be honest I may respect him but I don't like him. He's entirely too damned perfect and he knows it entirely too damned much."

He didn't know what to say to that... she was right, but he had been afraid to admit it. After all, if his perfect dream self had those flaws, what did that say about him?

He must have been still projecting, because she answered his unspoken question. "He's happy because he doesn't care, Warren. He's not deep enough to empathize with real problems and he's too narcissistic to feel any guilt or self-recrimination. You... you're the perfect example of the phrase 'scratch a brooding cynic and it's a wounded dreamer that bleeds'...." she smiled softly. "If you ask me, you're the good half. And yes, I mean that."

He was stunned. Part of him knew she was right, though. But if she felt that way about him, what did it mean for them?

Again, she answered his wordless query. "Part of me wishes I'd chosen you over Scott, but it wasn't right. You weren't the person you needed to be yet to have a serious relationship, especially with a woman. Now... it's water under the bridge, but I do care for you. You're as close a friend as I have in the world. And I know... I know you're stronger now and you've moved on too, but that spark remains in you too. It's not enough to build a relationship around, but it's enough that adding some benefits to our friendship wouldn't be at all a bad thing."

He was beyond stunned now. After all these years, was she really saying he could have her? It seemed almost too good to be true.

"One thing though..." she warned, and he winced, expecting this to be the hammer he'd been waiting for to drop. "I care for Logan, too, and like with you and I, he and I aren't in a place in our lives to have a relationship and never might. But... we're still attracted to each other and that's something you're going to have to deal with. He and I do and will continue to have sex, and if you want to have me too you're going to have to learn to deal with it. I know how you feel about him, and I don't expect you to like him, but I need you to not start trouble. And I need you to be able to share."

To her surprise, Warren nodded agreement after only a few short moments of thinking it over. "I understand Logan a lot more than I used to. I am the dark side of myself that he upset me so much by representing."

Jean nodded and smiled. "It's a deal then... and yes, you can see and have other women. I certainly plan to."

He nodded, and smiled in return, the first time she'd seen him smile for entirely too long. "Anything else?"

She grinned. "Kiss me already. It's been entirely too long waiting for this."

-----

From their little corner of things, Illyana looked up after licking the first climax from her beloved Rachel, and they both turned to the sound of their mutual girlfriend Kat crying out her own ecstasy. They watched with a mixture of love, lust, and a slight pang of jealousy as Kat was clearly engaged in a dream come true with Storm. After a long period of letting the younger woman simply experience and enjoy her body, luxuriating in it's feel, scent, and taste, she'd finally taken a more active role and flipped the smaller woman around so that she might taste of her as well. This way, bringing her experience and skill and passion to bear, she'd brought Kat to her first climax of the night, but certainly not the last if how they were going was any indication.

Illyana softly pouted, happy for her lover but also feeling a bit envious. She'd grown accustomed to sleeping with two women at a time, and love Rachel though she did she still couldn't help feeling a little gypped being in the middle of an orgy and having fewer partners than usual instead of more. As she scanned the room, she saw the solution to her problem sitting alone, the only one not with a partner or partners or engaged in some other activity and deliberately sitting things out for now. With a smile, she made her decision instantly, and with a gesture of her hand acted on it.

Angelica Jones, the redheaded mutant known as Firestar, hadn't been sure what to think of this whole thing from the getgo. She wasn't as experienced in sex as she felt like she should be, and judging from the others and how they'd gotten into the swing of this scene out of a pornographic dream, maybe she was more frigid than she thought. After all, they were all in for what could only be described as an orgy and here she was still sitting on a couch feeling nervous. It wasn't as if she was a prude and repulsed by it all, or even that it failed to turn her on, quite the opposite in fact it was near driving her crazy with unfulfilled lust. But she was just too nervous and she had no idea how to get started, and given that she was now the only one not doing anything or anyone, she was beginning to feel like the loser kid picked last for kickball. And so she sat, squirming her thighs together with a pillow in her lap, hoping no one could see what she was doing and certainly too embaressed to put a hand down her panties and get the job done the more direct way. Even that made her feel like a worse loser still, sitting in a room where almost everyone was having sex and too embarrassed to even touch herself directly. It made her angry at herself, and she was in the midst of deciding whether her frustrations would be burned off best by flying and frying some things or going in her room and draining some batteries when the decision was taken out of her hands. Out of nowhere, she saw a flash of light and felt a falling feeling, and then she was in front of a cute and naked blonde that she recognized as Kat's girlfriend Illyana.

"Hello." the blonde said simply and with a cutely mischievous smile, and the next thing Angelica knew she was being kissed, tasting another woman on the blonde's lips and then noting the other redhead nearby watching them with soft amusement at her lover's antics.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad a party for her after all.

-----

From her perch stretched out in an artificial window bunk that served as reading nook or daybed, Betsy Braddock, the woman known as Psylocke smiled as she took in the sensual pleasures of the room with both her natural senses and her mutant telepathic sense, literally allowing herself to feel the cloud of mingled pleasure in the room. She'd done Alison, the Dazzler at the DJ booth the favor of shooting her a line to it as well, sharing the pleasure with her so that she could enjoy the sexual aspect of the party while also remaining it's soundtrack and mood light. For Alison, it was almost better than direct sex, and she was loving every minute of it, flowing with the room and translating what she saw, heard, and felt into lights and sounds. Psylocke certainly appreciated her work in making the room's atmosphere such a conduscive one for the activities she was enjoying second-hand, and she certainly didn't mind tossing her a share in the pleasure that resulted.

And quite a set of activities it was. She saw Storm and Kat engaged in a passionate 69, tasting one another and enraptured with the fullfillment of a fantasy years denied. Across the room, their guests Jessica and Carol and their newest member, the Carol duplicate Jane were engaged in a fiery three way daisychain, face to pink and lips to lower lips each to the next in a triangular configuration that ensured that each woman both gave and got oral attentions like a 69 for three. Elsewhere, she saw Logan blow yet another load into one or the other of the twin killing machines turned fucking machines he was engaged with, and then she saw them leave him to go back and rejoin Illyana and Rachel, who had gotten Firestar to join in the mix with them as well. And then, finally, she settled on the couple that had gotten her particular interest.

Warren, one half of that couple, was passionately kissing Jean Grey and had just begun his lover's trek down her amazing body to first stop at her alluring chest and then eventually downwards to taste of her perfect red-framed pink womanhood, when Psylocke decided to get involved.

--Jean--, she sent to her telepathically, --Warren and I are exes with bennies and it's been a while for he and I, mind if I hitch a ride with you two and enjoy as well?--

Jean smiled, and sent back that it didn't bother her at all, and so it was that the two women moaned as one when Warren's seeking mouth met moist heat, and they screamed as one when he brought her to shattering climax. And then, once more, they moaned as one when he kissed his way back up her body and lined his blue member up with her pink slit, and as with a push they were joined. Her motions mirrored Jean's as her head fell back and her back arched, thighs spread as one of the women felt his penetration deep into her feminine core and the other felt that same thing through their psychic link. In return for letting her ride their pleasure, Psylocke opened a return channel to Jean which allowed her to get a slice of the room's pleasure in a lower-intensity version of what she was feeding to Dazzler.

Sometimes, she thought, there really was nothing better than a good mindfuck.

-----

Kat was catching her breath, voice near hoarse from screaming the pleasure that Storm's expert fingers and mouth and tongue had brought from her, climax after shattering climax, when she noticed Logan's twinned lovers leaving him, and he sat to relax with a beer and rest a bit as well from his pleasure. He looked even better in his post-passion state than she had imagined him in her most fevered crush dreams, and she bit her lip. She was torn, not knowing what to decide or even how to proceed if she did choose to try...

Storm knew her heart better than herself, it seemed, as she gently turned them over, Storm on her back slightly propped up with Kat also on her back lying back against her, facing so they could both look down her body as her hands spread Kat's thighs and fingers spread her lower lips.

"Oh, Looogaaan..." the stunning black woman said in a sultry come-hither voice, eyes narrowed in a deadly predator's grin, and for a moment his eyes found hers but then were pulled away, drawn downwards to the treasure she had on display for him, and he gulped. "Kiddo? This what you want?" He wasn't asking Storm, of course. Storm was quite sure of what she wanted, it was Kat's consent that he needed to confirm.

Kat froze a moment, but found herself unable to tell him or herself no. Storm was right. She wanted this. She wanted it bad.

Logan nodded solemnly as she gave him agreement in both gestures and words, telling him yes when he asked again if she was sure. He forced the part of him that tried to object to shut the hell up, she had been a teenage kid when they met but that was a long time ago and she was a full-grown woman now, legal and eligible to vote and drink and to fuck anyone she wanted to. And right now, she wanted to fuck him. He had no business telling her no.

Steeling his willpower to keep his misfiring conscience in check, he came to her and instead of kissing her, he kneeled between her legs and brought his face to that offered little slice of pink perfection, making her moan as his breath played across her sensitive folds. He was there to be her fantasy, to do what she wanted, that's what he told himself. And he was going to make sure she got her pleasure first, putting his own last and only as a side effect of pleasing her and fulfilling her needs. That was the honorable thing to do, and sticking to as selfless a path as possible made it a little easier to put from his mind the lingering images of her younger self that threatened to derail him from his task. He couldn't do this for himself, the guilt would make it impossible to proceed despite how irrational that guilt might be. But he could do it for her.

Slowly, the errant voice of warning that clamored in the irrational side of his rational mind calmed, fading with his growing instinctual desire as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her sex. A woman's scent, from a woman's sex. No trace of the girl she'd been, her scent was that of a grown woman well into her mating years, and she was wet and full of lust. Lust for him. That above all convinced him, her desires glistening on her lower lips and filling his senses with a single powerful message.

--Take me--, it said in the most primal of all languages. --I'm ready to mate, and I've chosen you. Fuck me.--

Logan wasn't one to argue with such an unequivocal message. First with his tongue, then his fingers, and then with his manhood, he would do exactly that.

-----

Jean was basking in the afterglow from Warren's powerful climax inside her and her --well, she'd lost count of how many shared orgasms she and Psylocke had received from his skilled fingers, tongue, and finally his manhood deep inside her, completing her in that most primal of ways. Warren was holding her gently, nibbling her neck and softly stroking her slit, and she smiled as she felt him harden again, nestled against her bottom, and she smiled as she nodded to him. Again would be wonderful.

Part of her had been amazed to see Logan join Storm and Kat, and she felt truly lucky to have witnessed their first time together. As she watched them writhe together in passionate unity, Kat's arms and legs locked around Logan as her lips locked against his and her little pink velvet sheath locked around his shaft, Jean smiled and got to her hands and knees and beckoned Warren to join her and to join with her. She smiled as she felt him lean down to suckle her clit once more, before she felt him line up with her entrance and then she, and him and Psylocke with her, moaned as one with the others as he pushed deep to the hilt within her.

Not long after they'd begin, she was distracted from the amazing doggy-style fucking she was getting by the sounds of passionate screaming from Illyana's corner and she was greeted with a sight as unusual as it was erotic. Rachel was on her back, with one girl sat on her face and the other face down in her and ass up... that wasn't the strange part, however. The strange part was that they were both being fucked in the ass by the two Logan clones, who had somehow acquired penises since the last time she had looked their way. What the fuck?
Psylocke chuckled, seeing and sensing her confusion, and sent her a little packet of information that clarified the whole thing. As it turned out, those girls weren't just cloned from Logan but also had genetics from another mutant named Copycat, an unwilling former member of Weapon X now believed deceased. With that geneset active within them, they possessed limited shapeshifting that allowed them to mimic other people and take on differing characteristics. In this case, they'd taken the aspects of hermaphroditism in order to give their partners an anal coupling that had the two young women screaming in passion and pleasure. Jean couldn't see their faces, but from the motions and the sounds they were making, it certainly seemed they were both enjoying every buttfucking minute.

Watching this, she frowned a bit as she started to feel an unfamiliar desire, an empty tingling in her own back passage as she started to grow numb to the previously enjoyable thrusting within her tightly stuffed pussy. She'd never experienced anything like it, and Psylocke must have keyed in on her feelings as she answered Jean's question without being asked.

"Oh, that would be me, sorry. By now is around the time Warren would be giving me a good bumfucking, and you're picking up on my lust for it."

Jean blinked. "So that's why I'm feeling like this..."

Psylocke chuckled. "I'm guessing you don't like it then? Too bad, it's a hell of a ride if you can handle it."

Jean frowned. "I... don't know?"

Psylocke blinked. "You mean you've never had your arse fucked before? Not even a try-me-out?"

The purple-haired beauty seemed incredulous, and Warren just kept his mouth shut and kept doing what he was doing though he certainly was interested in hearing what was said next.

The redhead blushed, but defended herself fiercely. "Are you kidding, Betsy? I was married to Scott. I was lucky to get oral on my birthday, rest of the year it was lights out missionary milquetoast all the way. Scott was the kind of guy who thought using his fingers was riding the ragged edge of crazy kinkiness. Assfucking would have been like asking him to sing backwards limericks standing on his head."

Psylocke nodded with a chuckle, and slowly grinned. "You want to try it out, then?"

Jean just bit her lip. "Umm... how about you tell me? We're linked and you're the one who knows what you're doing. You think it's a good idea?"

Psylocke nodded slowly. "Yeah... just relax and let me guide you through it. Warren knows what he's doing, he knows better than to hurt us. And with us connected, you'll get my pleasure from it just like you're getting my desire for it now."

Jean nodded, and steeled herself to ford the unfamiliar waters to come. "All right, I trust you."

-----

As Jean prepared for her first ever anal sexperience, another redhead was happily getting her own ass stuffed and was in buttfucking heaven because of it. Not aware that she was serving as partial inspiration for the older redhead's decision to experiment, she was only concerned with the tongue in her pussy from the third redhead Rachel beneath her and the pulsing, probing, pumping shaft pressed deep into her clenching rectum and filling her bowels with bliss. Angelica Jones, the mutant Firestar, would have been surprised to know that she had vastly more anal experience than the older Jean Grey, but she didn't know and she didn't care. Right now, her tight ass was getting stuffed full of fuck and that was all that mattered to her.

In truth, she'd loved this for a long time, though it hadn't always been the case. When her fiancee at the time, Vance Astrovik aka Justice, had suggested it as a means of saving her cherry for their wedding night she'd been skeptical at best. Indeed, even once she'd agreed to it and they tried it out it took her a while before she even got used to it and longer still to grow to enjoy it. But grow to enjoy it she had, and now she loved it above all other sexual acts. Even after he'd come out of the closet as a gay man in denial, and the subsequent inevitable breakup, her fetish for getting her ass fucked had remained with her. It had proven to be an acquired taste, and she had certainly acquired it. To this day, she'd never had a man or even a sex toy inside her pussy, and every time she'd ever experienced orgasm with a shaft inside her it had been her ass it was buried inside. That's how she liked it, and to her pleasure, that's how she was getting it.

Barely more than a foot or two away from her, on the other end of the tomboyishly beautiful redhead they were sharing, the blonde russian lllyana Rasputin was also enjoying a powerful buttfucking --or as she preferred to refer to it, a thorough sodomization. Like Angelica, she hadn't always loved assfucking but had come to aquire a taste for it through experience. Unlike Angelica, though, she'd known the fill of a shaft in her front entrance as well, and had even known more than one at once. The demons hadn't cared, and she had been so crazed with lust spells in order to break her will that she hadn't cared either even when her most intimate flesh tore and her blood flowed swifter than her juices. That's what healing spells were for, and she wasn't allowed to die on her captors. By far the demons' favorite act, though, had been sodomy.

Sodomy, sodomy, sodomy. She even loved the word sodomy, and she loved the feeling even more still. That pathway to pleasure had been burned into her neural pathways by near-endless repatition bolstered by lust spells to make sure she enjoyed everything that was done to her so strongly that it overwhelmed her. Lord Belasco had known that humans can resist pain but have no defense against pleasure, and he had used that to break her to his will and make her over as his willing slave and heir, his demonic Darkchylde. Later, she'd killed him, taken over his dimension of Limbo, become it's Sorceress Supreme, and later still she'd been purged of both her demonic aspects and sorcerous ability leaving her only with her original mutant power. Her only remaining tie to that former part of herself was an amulet that could magically transmute her human body into an armored demoness shape, but she was loathe to use it. She didn't want the reminder of what she'd been. She'd come too far to go back.

She still retained her love for sodomy though, that delicious buttstuffing that set her nerves on fire and filled her with pleasure beyond measure. As she felt her cyborg lover pulse inside her and flood her with pleasure juice, her own orgasm claimed her as her rectum and sphincter clenched even as her bowels were spurted full of liquid lust. She'd barely finished her orgasm when she ordered her partner to continue, intent on having another buttfucking climax, and another one after that. In front of her, sitting on the face of her lover Rachel, the redhead Angelica was matching her in endurance and lust for buttfucking, also going in for another round. The sight of the other woman's butt stretched and stuffed with glistening cock even as she felt her own back channel probed and stuffed was an incredible turn-on, and she knew her orgasms would start hitting more frequently until they began blurring one into the next and eventually even her endurance would be challenged beyond it's limits and she would collapse in the afterglow of exquisite bliss. But that time wasn't yet, and both her and her partner in carnality had much buttsex yet to come for them before they were done.

Neither one would have it any other way.

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Back with Warren, the blue and razor-winged former Archangel now known as Nighthawk, Jean had gotten her asshole lubed and stretched by gentle fingers, preparing her for what was to come. Betsy Braddock, the beautiful purple-haired brit in asian body known to most as Psylocke, was now down with her and holding her as Jean got ready to be fucked up the ass for the very first time.

Psylocke nodded to him, and he kneeled behind Jean and placed his head at the tightly puckered rear entrance to her body. Jean tensed above her, and she softly stroked her hair and gave her little kisses. "Relax... any pain you might feel is temporary, and the pleasure is incredible. Trust me."

Jean nodded, and took a deep breath, letting it go slowly as she nodded and responded to Warren's query. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Then she gasped as she felt the unfamiliar fullness begin to push into her most intimate and previously inaccessible place. Her face scrunched in conusion as she tried to sort this mass of new sensations, some of them hers, some of them Psylocke's and some of them even Warren's pleasure at the tight grip of her little anal sphincter on his slowly invading shaft. Then she cried out as she unconsciously spasmed, locking onto his dick and grunting with pain. She tried to relax, but every time he moved she clamped down on him again bringing more pain. She didn't know how to accept him into her this way, and her efforts at controlling those unruly muscles so unfamiliar with this form of intrusion were failing. And it seemed the more she hurt, the more her ass clenched in nervous anticipation of more pain.

Below her, Psylocke frowned in sympathy. "Oh love, you really are a first timer... ok, just let go and let me handle this. You'll learn, but the first time is always the hardest. Me, I'm a pro."

Jean nodded, and allowed Psylocke to take mental command of that part of her body. Almost instantly, the entire sensation changed as she felt her ass relax and cease it's smasmodic grip, instead gripping in an entirely different way as it accepted the push inside and actually loosened the anus and gripped with the rectum, allowing him an amazing sensation of tightness and her of fullness without pain for her. She still didn't know what to make of the odd sensation of being full there without it involving going to the bathroom, but at least it didn't hurt anymore and the pleasure and arousal of her partners she was experiencing through the link was worth it all on it's own. Before she even realized it, she felt Warren's hips meet her asscheeks and she realized he was fully seated inside her back passage. The sensation of fullness was almost overwhelming, she knew his length and how far he could possibly be inside her, but for all the world it felt like he was filling her all the way into the center of her body, like he was fucking her entire being and filling all of her with him. To call it intense would be an understatement, and it was incredibly, almost embarrassingly intimate the way she could feel him pulse and rub so deep inside the private inner workings of her body. She blushed in sudden self-consciousness, she hadn't felt this way since the first time she'd had a man inside her. But like that first time, the initial pain and nervousness had been worth it, and as she relaxed and adjusted to the sensation, her lust awakened and she wanted more.

Psylocke nodded for her, knowing what she was feeling as she was feeling it as well, and Warren began to slowly move his hips, moving his shaft inside her without changing depth at first, and then slowly begin to pull back. She gasped softly as she felt the sensation of intrusion reverse itself, and she realized that Betsy had actually reversed the grip she was using with Jean's ass, now relaxing the rectum and gripping with the anus, creating a vacuum suction and tight grip on his shaft. So that's how it was done... she knew it wouldn't be anytime soon before she could master such control over the muscles of her back channel so effectively, but she now at least understood the technique behind it. With practice, she was sure she could get the hang of it.

That sensation of fullness turned into a pang of emptiness as only Warren's cockhead remained within her, keeping her anus open and avoiding having it clamp closed if allowed to fully empty and having to start again to get her opened up for him. She'd barely realized she felt empty again when she realized she missed the full feeling, and then to her satisfaction she felt him pushing back into her and that sensation of fullness returned. Slowly, but becoming a gentle but strong rhythm, he began to pump in and out of her ass and the experience transitioned from merely being filled to being actively fucked. Again, the pattern of the experience mirrored her virgin experience with conventional sex, so she wasn't in completely unfamiliar territory. If she was right, her body would soon get into the swing of things and the sensation would lose it's novelty and begin it's pleasureability.

She began to unconsciously moan before she even realized she was doing it, and she realized that just as she also realized that yes, in fact it was starting to feel good. Damned good, in fact, and it wasn't just Psylocke's pleasure she was feeling, it was her own. She'd have never imagined it as recently as an hour ago, but she was getting her butt fucked and she was enjoying every moment of it. As the pleasure built within her, she realized she no longer merely accepted his thrusting within her, she enjoyed it and didn't want it to stop. She was buttfucking and loving it! And she knew, that growing sensation of pleasure at the assfucking she was receiving would eventually reach a critical mass that would explode into an orgasm that would rock her body and mind from tbe very bowels of her being.

She wasn't the only one enjoying it, as Psylocke tode the sensations she was getting through their mental link, and of course Warren was getting the direct sensations of fucking her tight virgin ass. He was amazed by it, he'd fucked a few asses in his day, not all of them female, but none had been the very first time for the accepting partner. It was a new and arousing experience to be her first, but soon that novelty was overwhelmed by the sheer soul-rocking pleasure of fucking her amazing ass. To call her tight would be a vast understatement, hot and gripping and perfect in every imaginable way, and it took an effort of will and even a little help from Psylocke to keep from blowing his load in those amazing bowels before she was ready for him.

All three lost track of time as the delicious sensation of pumping, thrusting, filling assfucking rippled through all three of them. Thanks to Warren delaying his release, though, it was Jean who came first. She suddenly cried out, and that cry turned into a scream as her whole body locked up, gripping Warren so tight he couldn't move as he was lodged to the hilt in her pulsing, clenching, gripping, orgasming ass. Betsy cried out at the same time, feeling that exact same orgasm through the mental link, and then Warren was right behind them --literally, with Jean-- as the incredible grip and fluttering and clenching of her rectum and locked grip of her anus at the base of his shaft were too much for him, and combined with the sheer turn-on of knowing she was coming from him buttfucking her, it sent him over the edge. Roaring out his own pleasure in harmony with the ectatic screams of the two females beneath him, he blasted his pleasure in the form of hot thick fluid spurting through her rectum and deep into her bowels. There were no words for how good it felt, barely any thoughts even, and as his entire being was wracked by the waves of shattering pleasure, he filled his lover wih his essence.

Slowly, they ceased to move as their shared experience shifted from orgasm to afterglow, Warren collapsed on top and Jean in the middle as they caressed and cuddled after their amazing experience of being joined as one. Eventually, Jean gave a soft gasp and pout as Warren dislodged and withdrew from her still-gripping back channel, and her anus clamped down tight and closed, empty now but still dripping with hot fluid fresh from their coupling. As difficult as it had been to start with, she was sorry now that it was over.

Well, almost over. Or maybe just entering a new phase, as Betsy shifted beneath her, urging Jean to invert atop her into a 69 position and then flipping them to where she was on top, her ass in the air facing towards Warren as Jean lie beneath her with a perfect view of the action to come, not to mention the intoxicatingly arousing scent and taste of the telepath's purple-trimmed pink and drippingly wet sex.

Psylocke grinned in lustful antiipation as she spread her cheeks and wriggled her perfect, inviting ass at Warren.

"My turn, love... come and get it."

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Nearby, Kat and Storm had flipped to a similar position, Kat on the bottom in a 69 with Storm on top, and Storm had invited Logan to get her this time. He showed no hesitation until he was kneeled behind her, pausing to look over at the red-purple-blue threesome and then down at the two inviting holes nestled between those perfect brown cheeks.

Storm clearly got the line of his thoughts, because she looked back with a feral expression. "I swear, Logan, if you even try to do to me what he's doing to her, I'll put a lightning bolt straight through that metal skull of yours."

Logan chuckled at the threat, Storm always did have a very direct way of expressing herself, and he liked that. He admired honesty, hating the false web of pretending that so-called polite society demanded, and always appreciated when someone had the inner strength and respect for self and others to simply tell it like it is. Plus, he didn't have to be uncertain as he now knew exactly what she wanted, and lined up his shaft to the moist hot pink nestled inside those brown outer lips, and both moaned in unison as he pushed to the hilt deep within her. She muttered a soft oath of "Goddess...!" as he filled her, and as he felt her hot wet pink sheath his shaft, he had to agree with her. She was indeed exactly that.

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After Logan and Storm were finished, Kat crawled back to where Illyana and Rachel waited, along with Firestar. Illyana and Angelica were both collapsed in the arms of Rachel, their butts reddened and dripping from the extended assfucking they'd both gotten, and to call them worn out and satisfied would be an understatement. Rachel seemed satisfied as well, but there was one more thing Kat wanted to do before exhaustion claimed her. She nestled her face in the beautiful red-trimmed slit of her lover, and began to mmm softly as she savored that taste she loved so well. Rachel moaned, muttering a "well hello there", before all words were lost to them both and they worked together for Rachel's pleasure. Illyana and Angelica smiled softly, and both with the same thought moved slightly down to each take a nipple in their mouths, making Rachel moan even louder, overwhelmed at being the center of attention from these three amazing lovelies. Soon, she was screaming her pleasure to the heavens and rewarding Kat with her feminine release of pleasure juices, and then afterwards the four of them cuddled together in an exhausted but happy heap as the others in the room either continued or also called it done. It had been a wonderful night, but for some of them they'd had their fill and it was time for the blissful relaxation of the well-fucked.

As they finished, across the room Jean and Storm were engaged in a passionate 69, tasting of one another and riding the stairway to sexual heaven as one, while Warren was on his side behind Psylocke, pumping gentle but strong inside her ass and well on the way to yet another, and probably the final, mutual assfucking orgasm the pair would experience. Soon, when their last orgasms had rocked them and the aftershocks faded into afterglow, the four of them would also end up in a happily cuddled pile of exhausted satisfaction.

That left Logan, and the two clones, and the three new women --Jessica, Carol, and Jane. They'd been resting from their own extended sapphic session when Logan approached, and the Feral girls followed suit, having cleaned up from their session with Angelica and Illyana but still sporting the dicks that they had manifested with their shapeshifting abilities. Like Logan, they were all but unstoppable and while there were eight down and out, they were still ready for more. Logan spoke for the three when he asked if they could join in, and Jessica nodded and smiled, reminding him that it wouldn't be the first time for either he and her nor he and Carol, but he would need to ask Jane.

Jane bit her lip at the polite request, knowing a Logan of her own from her world but never having been close with him as apparently her duplicate Carol had. He was completely honorable about it though, even formal with a touch of the japanese manners to him. It was flattering, and very sweet. She certainly wasn't a virgin, and she couldn't deny he was an attractive man. After but a moment's more consideration, she nodded and smiled.

An already amazing night for her was about to get even better.

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Dazzler softly smiled, as she finally set the music and lights to an automatic algorithm and stepped away from the panel. She was, despite having not been touched the entire night, as naked and dripping with sweat and woman-wet and aglow with the aftermath of uncounted orgasms as any of the others, thanks to the psionic sharing so thoughtfully provided her by their team telepath, the lovely Betsy Braddock. Thoroughly, blissfully exhausted she made her way to Psylocke and crawled in to cuddle her, kissing her softly and thanking her for an amazing time.

Over on the couch, Logan and his two clones were still going at it with the Danvers twins and Jessica Drew, swapping around from time to time and thoroughly enjoying themselves and one another. It seemed like they might be going at it for a good time longer, while everyone else in the room had spent their last ecstatic energies and were cuddled together in groups to rest and bask in their afterglow.

As for Alison herself, she was literally still lit with afterglow, a soft light that would fade soon enough as her body wound down and sleep claimed her. Then again, as pumped up as she was she might well glow straight on through the night, even after she fell asleep. It wouldn't be the first time.

A hell of a nightlight, for one hell of a night.

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