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Chapter 18 part 2

"...Welcome, X-Factor... as your hostess, I mean to guarantee you will have one Hell of a good time."
The immortal mutant psi-vampire Selene gave a dazzling, seductive grin, and none present had to guess at what she meant. After all, one of the guests had already begun having his good time and was presently balls-deep in an attractive Hellfire girl while their hostess had conveniently forgotten her panties leaving her ass and sex exposed to plain view. Moreover, other servants were waiting to be requested for service just as Wolverine had done with the one he was fucking, and other guests were filtering into the room.
Selene smiled again and added. "Oh, did I mention? The theme of this party is 'Make-up Sex'. So, if you have someone here you have unfinished hostility with in your past, it's time to bury the hatchet by burying... other things."
She gave an evil grin and moved to Storm. "From one goddess to another, may I have this dance? And by dance, I mean of course licking you until you scream my name and forget your own."
Storm raised a perfect eyebrow. "An intriguing offer... I accept, on the condition that you know that any attempt to feed on me will result in you learning what it is to ride the lightning."
If possible, Selene's grin grew more evilly mischeivous still. "Once again you tempt me with a challenge, when I'm determined to play nice... I should have engaged you more often when we were enemies."
Storm met that grin with a feral one of her own. "If you want to play rough, I can accomodate you..."
Selene licked her lips. "Soon... for now, I plan to kneel at your altar and pay tribute... penance can come afterwards."
Storm nodded and pulled her into a fierce kiss, and within moments it escalated to full-on making out as they stripped one another and explored each other's bodies with questing hands. It was the cue for the party, or more precisely the orgy, to begin in earnest as the two leaders set the example for their groups. The atmoshpere was already sexually charged from Wolverine's wanton taking of the Hellfire girl, but up until that point for the others it was like watching porn with friends, arousing but awkward. Storm and Selene engaging in their own sexual encounter broke the ice and gave permission to the others to go with the flow. To help ease the transition, servants went around and collected clothing from everyone so they were all equally naked and massages with delightful and enticing scented oils were offered to relax and energize the guests.
Almost as a joke perhaps, but very appropriately, the technotronic theme music from the Mortal Kombat soundtrack began on the speakers, with the repeated line expressing the moment perfectly:
"IT HAS BEGUN!"
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Across the room, the other leader of the Hellfire branch approached the woman from whom she was cloned. Madelyne Pryor, the Red Queen, resplendently gorgeous in her red leather and silk Hellfire uniform matching her fire-red hair, almost a mirror image of Jean Grey. The latter woman was a bit thicker, more toned muscle on her frame from years of training with the best in the superhero business, while Madelyne's curves were on the same frame but without the athleticism thickening her build. Both were perfect, sensual curves and flawless skin and glittering eyes set in beautiful feaures, and which one might prefer was entirely a matter of subjective taste as both were superlatively stunning. Of course, one might find their eyes more drawn to Jean who had just given over her clothes to a servant as the other members of her team had, but Madelyne had chosen an underbust corset and left out the panties from her outfit, thus she was just as sexually exposed and it would be easy to consider the fetish wear to be an enhancement over pure nakedness. Again, was a matter of taste as both were enrapturingly sexy and had no small number of eyes on them.
Jean's eyes held a bit of nervous apprehension as her doppleganger approached, which was not surprising given that the last time Jean had seen the woman she had tried to kill her, herself, and virtually everyone she knew and loved. Being a target of an attempted murder-suicide was not something that would endear a person to the would-be perpetrator, even with Jean's effort to understand her position and the trauma she had been in, after all, and so her tension was natural. Clearly, Madelyne recognized this as she gave a soft, reassuring smile to go with her passive body language as she spoke gently, almost sheepishly.
"Jean... we should talk. May I?"
She gestured to her progenitor's naked lap, and Jean hesitantly agreed. Upon recieving permission, she slipped into that lap and settled in as Jean almost instinctively put arms around her. Ever the nurturer and protector, was Jean. That quality added an almost MILF-like aspect to her beauty and contrasted with the darker and more sexualized edge in Madelyne's look. Still, that was belied by her demeanor of contrition and submission held in the arms of her older, stronger twin. That shone through in the tone in her voice as she spoke.
"About what you said before... it's good to know you understood me... but that doesn't excuse what I did. I hated you, and hurt you. I've since forgiven you in my heart, and I'm glad to know you forgave me... still, that pain and hurt we inflicted on each other remains. In the spirit of this event, I want to replace that awful last memory of the past with a much more positive one of the present that will echo into the future. To replace hate and pain with love and pleasure. Do you accept?"
Jean blinked, but nodded. "Does that mean...?"
Madelyne nodded, and pressed a deep and passionate kiss that could only be matched in heat and intensity by the Phoenix Fire itself.
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So distracted was Logan by the sight of twin redheads with Jean Grey's face passionately making out and transitioning to making love that he almost lost complete interest in the blonde servant he was fucking, much to her annoyance. Still, she rode him dutifully rather than enthusiastically as she had before even as his attention was firmly on the two redheads. Through their long and delicious foreplay he watched, enraptured, and almost without realizing it growled his pleasure as the sight of the pair of them moving to the classic and lovely 69 position sent him over the edge to his own climax. Her job done, the blonde got up and off of him, frowning and walking away without another word. She couldn't truly complain, of course, after all he'd not hurt her and he had brought her off with his tongue prior to their joining in intercourse, but still to be forgotten so completely while he was still inside her was an insult to her womanly pride.
As she stalked off to find someone else to pleasure who would appreciate her gifts better, another took her place. One of the superhumans in Selene's pet team, the asian girl. Dismissing them both from her mind, she moved on and the other moved in. The man known as Wolverine almost didn't notice her either, as she knelt to lick the combined juices from his shaft, but a sharp nip to the head of his penis got his attention sure enough, and the shock of who it was down on him focused his attention like a laser.
"Jubes?! What the fuck, girlie?"
The young asian woman, in a cross between Hellfire attire and a stunning black Chinese silk dress, smirked as she responded.
"Yes the fuck, didn't you notice? I'm not down here for my health you know."
Logan blinked, caught completely off guard as he spluttered. "Well yeah but uh I mean really? Shit..."
Jubilee only chuckled and took him deep into her sucking mouth, taking all words from him and paralyzing him with pleasure as he moaned. Trying to regain control of the situation, and himself, he put hands on her shoulders and seemed to steel himself to push her away when Storm interrupted.
"My friend, it seems you are popular with your female former students... this is two for two in just the time I've known you."
Logan frowned, finding the focus to speak as best he could with the woman down on him, earning further amused chuckles from Storm who seemed to be having no such trouble despite the expert attentions of the immortal psychic vampire on her own exquisite sex. She barely let him get out an objection before she cut him off, contradicting him.
"No it's not different, and I know you didn't plan this. But she's a grown woman now, and clearly this is something she's fantasized about just as Kat did. Need I remind you of the fury of a woman scorned? Or how bad you'll feel if you make her cry by denying her what she wants?"
Logan looked down, flushing as the erotic sight of her sucking his shaft affected him. "She right, Jubes? This really what you want?"
Jubilee laughed and popped his dick from her mouth like a lollipop to speak. "Well yeah, duh. Nobody asked me to be down here but me. So you gonna let me have my fun or what?"
Logan sighed, and relented. He was beaten. "All right, all right, but I ain't gonna let you do all the work. Lose the panties."
The attractive young asian, blossomed into womanhood since last he'd seen her, chuckled and stood, pulling up her dress and bending over to wiggle her bare ass in his face.
"What panties?" she asked as she grinned over her shoulder teasingly, and then eeped as her hips were grabbed to pull her sex to his lips. Within moments, her shock was replaced by a deep moan of pleasure as her former mentor put his skill and experience to work on her intimate center. Her knees nearly failed her, but he held her up and let her regain her balance. Soon, she'd remembered to resume her own oral attentions on him, and they settled into a vertical 69 with her feet on the floor and him in a seated position, like he had earlier with the blonde, and then there were no more words as they both found much better uses for their mouths.
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Storm was not the only one to notice Logan's attentions and distractions, as the redheaded pair that had so drawn his attention were quite well aware of his eyes and mind on them. Communicating silently, mind to mind, they discussed the situation.
"So that explains it...I take it you'd like him to join us?"
Jean thought it over for mere moments before responding in the affirmative. "Please? If you don't mind playing the 'twin sister' fantasy..."
Madelyne gave a soft mental sigh before composing her telepathic reply. "There was a time when the very idea would make me furious... but healing those rifts is why we're doing this." She paused, and teasingly added. "Why we're doing one another. And so in that spirit I say let's fulfill his fantasy... but not right yet. I want to concentrate on you and only you for the time being. I hope you don't mind?"
Jean mentally smiled and replied without hesitation. "Not at all... I'm a bit worried that it makes me narcissistic to say, but you really are lovely and I'd be a fool to pass on such a beautiful time."
Madelyne matched the psychic smile. "WE really are lovely, you mean. Narcissim be damned, that's just the fact. And if I must be a reprint, it's fortunate I was copied from such an exquisite work of feminine art. I shudder to think I might have been cloned from someone like your feral boyfriend instead. No offense to him, but I like you far better."
Jean chuckled. "Believe it or not, he does have a female clone, two of them in fact. At least. And they are actually quite attractive."
Madelybe blinked openly, taken by surprise as she looked his way again. "Really? He's so... gruff, hairy, brutish, and wolflike... that works for him actually, I can understand the attraction but I simply cannot comprehend how that translates into the feminine."
Jean smiled warmly. "You should see... you'd be pleasantly surprised. I'll ask Storm to invite them if you ask Selene to make the offer?"
Madelyne nodded. "Done... now can we mark that on the list for later and proceed? I want to give you my undivided attention... and recieve the same in kind."
Jean agreed, but with a caveat. "Almost ready... we have one other staring us down... my former brother in law and your ex-boyfriend. And he's projecting the likes of which could wake the headblind."
Madelyne acknowledged this with a wry smile. "I noticed... he doesn't know whether to be aroused, furious, wistful, or what does he poor thing? I was planning to just ignore him for now, but I agree he'll be a distraction. Don't worry, I can stall him. He won't bother us for quite a while. And no, I won't hurt him. Quite the oopsite in fact..."
Jean's reply, whatever it might have been, was cut off by the rush of pleasure as Madelyne buried her face in her womanhood and from that point onwards there were no more words, only moans and screams both sonic and psionic that echoed with the joy of their joining.
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Alex Summers, Havok, wasn't having as good a time as the others seemed to be. Not with Madelyne here. And not with her on sexual display and all the wounds of their past unhealed. The events of the crisis later dubbed "The Inferno" had been harder on him than most and that was saying something. For anyone there it was hell in a rather literal sense, but for him and a small handful of others it was intensely personal. Jean, Madelyne, his brother, Illyana... for them it was more than merely life and death. Those events struck them at their very hearts, deeper than physical threats or wounds. And as always, those were the scars slowest to heal.
He was startled from his brooding by a woman, a stunner of a blonde who had 'entertained' Logan recently though she now smelled fresh and damp from right out of a shower. Which presumably was because she had done exactly that. She looked radiant, and even among the beautiful service staff she stood out as particularly enchanting. Her blonde hair was long and straight, flowing past her luscious ass and framing a face with sweetly angelic features and glittering blue eyes. She wore purest white, the underbust corset attached to her collar with a chain she wore thar held a gold cross with equidistant arms like a plus sign or an x on it's side.For a moment, Alex wondered if that was a deliberate reference, but he was distracted from that thought as his gaze was drawn down her body almost of their own accord, down across slim but still feminine hips, long athletic legs encased in thigh-high fuckme boots, and of course her feminine center pink and wet and framed in shining gold. That center filled his vision as she stepped fully foward to the point she was virtualy standing over his seated form, her slit inches from his face and fresh as morning dew. This time his eyes were drawn upwards, along an enticing view of her spectacular body from below. Up from her feminine triangle, over her middle-sized but perfectly formed breasts, to lock on those glittering eyes that held both lust and amusement and the promise of more.
"Would it please Master to have me tonight?"
Alex blinked a bit, paused and answered "No." As she looked surprised, eyebrow raised, he finished the line.
"The answer is no, I'm not an idiot so of course I'll take you up on that offer."
And to punctuate his words, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her fully to him, face fully in her sex and giving her a deep kiss, lips to lower lips. She mmmed delightedly as he indulged in her, and his own mmms demonstrated for her that he enjoyed the experience as much as she did.
For them both, this was much much better.
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Neither Logan nor this new man she didn't recognize knew that she wasn't merely a servant woman, but in fact the White Pawn of this branch of the Hellfire Club. Her name had once been Sophie Cuckoo, though she'd always hated that last name and if she ever had the chance she'd like to mindflay the idiot who'd chosen it. Like her sisters, she was a clone of Emma Frost the infamous White Queen and meant to be a living weapon, though that project hadn't gone according to plan. To the knowledge of the X-men, she was dead as were her traitorous sister Esme and the thousands of dormant clones that had spawned the quintuplets, but as so often happened with those of the powerful mutant ilk reports of her demise were greatly exaggerated. Initially, the Club had acquired her body in hopes of reviving the cloning project for their own ends, but instead they discovered that she was not dead but merely in a deep state of torporous dormancy, almost a type of suspended animation. Her mind was healing itself from the aftereffects of the drugs she had taken and the overextension of her powers, and had placed her body in suspension while it worked. To outsiders, she had registered no vital signs or mental activity, and so she had been declared dead. Fortunately, the Club's doctors had discovered otherewise before they did something drastic like vivisect her.
Today, her name was Sophia Caterina Snowe, a name that was not merely an improvement but also meaningful. Beyond merely the fact that it was more dignified or that it called back the connection to her Frost progenitor, there was in particular meaning behind her middle name that reflected a deep part of herself --or one might say, her selves. Unknown to most, there was more to the project that had birthed her beyond the five sisters she had come from and the thousands of dormant ones that had formed the basis for a psionic weapon concept never completed. Before any of them, there was another, and her name was Caterina. Unlike the later clones, who were traditional telepaths first and foremost like their genetic "mother", this one was more in the mold of other Weapon X projects with a speciality in espionage, covert operations, and conventional combat. She was a deadly superspy, with the training and physical prowess to match her psychic potential and a unique ability to scramble people's ability to recognize her. Her career as an operative had come to an end on a mission where she was deeply and unfortunately overmatched, and had been shot several times in the course of her escape with her extraction target. Much like Sohie herself, she had entered a psychic coma while her system fought to heal itself, but unlike her the woman's injuries were too grave for her to ever recover from. The Hellfire had recovered her body as well, and after Sophie's resurrection had determined a way to salvage her --by merging them together. Caterina's mind still existed on the astral plane, tied to her virtually dead body as she attempted in vain to heal it, and with the help of Selene and Madelyne Sophie had absorbed it into herself and made them a gestalt being.
Thus, while Sophia remained the dominant personality, Caterina remained in her mind as a second self whose skill and experience supplemented her own like a mentor and big sister that lived within her. And when she chose, she could switch to Caterina's control and allow her to bring her skill and more physically tuned powerset to bear. Sophia remained a telepath primarily, with some cryokinesis as a secondary ability, but Caterina was more telekinetic than telepathic and could use that ability to deadly effect. This made the Sophia Caterina merge more versatile and more useful to the Club than the old Sophie could have ever been. It also vastly expanded her sexual skillset as Caterina was well trained in using her charms and her body in her espionage work and was vastly more talented and experienced than Sophie before their joining. In times like this, she and Caterina basically shared the body and controlled it together, both enjoying and experiencing what and whom they were doing. It was a win-win for both of them, as well as the lucky recipient of her sexual gifts. She was indeed a most perfect Pawn.
Alex Summers knew none of these things about her, but would be most inclined to agree with the description of her as perfect.
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While the party (and the sex) began around her, the ostensible reason for the gathering in New Orleans pondered the theme of the event. Forgiveness... the healing of old wounds and old emnities. It was something that Rogue understood the need for and hadn't done nearly enough of. She'd begun earlier by atoning for her abandoning of her team and making it right with them, but she still had red in her ledger. She planned to repay those debts.
The one she owed most of all, one Carol Danvers whom she had nearly killed and caused years of trauma to, wasn't here and that crossed her off the list for now. Right behind her on the list was her teammate, sometimes rival and former enemy Alison Blaire, the Dazzler. In her villain days, they were something of arch-enemies, and Rogue had tried to kill her more than once. In a way that made things worse, as what she did to Carol was accidental but what she tried to do to Ali was deliberate. There was no excusing it, and she wasn't sure there was any forgiving it either but she had to try. She had to make it up to her somehow. Apologizing was at least a start.
She was uncharacteristically nervous when she approached the stunning strawberry blonde, and their mutual nakedness made it more awkward still. She'd never felt she compared to the other woman's beauty, and with both of them exposed it only magnified the contrast in her mind. She both felt inadequate next to her and distracted by her intense attractiveness, and suddenly she was feeling like a shy teenager asking a cheerleader for a date. Part of her wondered what the hell she was thinking,
It was too late to back out though, Alison had noticed her and so she just tried to keep her voice even as she spoke.
"Alison... we gotta talk."
Alison smiled disarmingly, and invited her to sit. Then with a cute smirk she silenced Rogue. "I know what you're gonna say... I talk, you listen. Ok?"
Rogue was taken off guard by this, but she nodded and listened, more than a little bit expecting to be chewed out for even suggesting their rift could be healed or that "sexual healing" with her was desirable. She suddenly felt that even trying to fix the mistakes of her past was a bad idea. That they, and by extension she, were unsalvageable. She'd always had an inferiority complex when it came to Alison, and she braced for the verbal knives sure to be sunk into her unprotected heart.
Instead, to her surprise Alison kept the warm smile and gentle tone to her voice as she began.
"Rogue... Anna-Marie..." the tone and the intimacy of her real name, with those crystal blues locked on her just melted her heart and moistened her below. She was suddenly transfixed and hanging on the beautiful blonde's every word. The realization that this was surely an unacknowledged crush left her reeling as the object of that crush spoke.
"We have history. In spades. You know that as well as I do. But it wasn't all one sided and it was a long time ago. So let me tell you my side of it, and if you still have something to say you can."
She gave a soft sigh before continuing. "First off, we're not those people anymore and those old debts are null and void. Since then, we've grown and changed and ended up on the same side. We've fought together and saved each other's asses more times than any of us can count. We're thicker than blood now. Those scales were balanced a long time ago."
Rogue gasped, stunned at the generosity of the easy forgiveness, but Alison wasn't finished.
"That handles the forgiveness part, but we still haven't had closure to let us forget. So here goes. Back then you hated me as a smug, pampered prettygirl who'd traded on her looks and charisma to get privileges you'd trade almost anything for. You envied me, and when you couldn't beat me down and finish me off it was like that bitch in high school you could never get one up on. She just kept on winning and you kept on hating her more and more. I became a symbol of what you weren't and you wanted to knock me off my high horse."
Rogue gasped again for a different reason as those words rung painfully true, and she sighed deeply as those painful and shameful memories came to the surface. But Alison wasn't nearly finished.
"From my perspective, you were the bogeyman. Freddy freaking Voorhees. I wasn't good at the hero stuff to begin with, I never had any real training back in those days and I mostly just winged it as best I could. I wanted to be a singer, an entertainer, and wound up being a reluctant superhero instead. Because of my powers and an unlucky penchant for finding trouble. And Rogue, dammit, it's flattering as hell that you thought I had it all but that was never true. I had dreams, looks and talent in a town and an industry absolutely flooded with girls with those assets. I waited tables, I ate ramen noodles, I scraped by as I bounced from gig to gig hoping and praying for a big break that never came. In the meantime, I kept getting up to my neck in hot water and surviving by the skin of my teeth. I had run-ins with the freaking Hulk and Doctor Doom for hell's sake, and got away with it because I was mostly beneath their notice. I was an insect to them and they swatted at me until I went away and then promptly forgot about me. You were different. You were a real supervillain when I was just a wannabe superhero, and you terrified me. Because you didn't forget. You kept coming. No matter how far I ran or how much I tried to hide, you were on my heels like a wolf with the scent of blood. I lived like Sarah freaking Connor and you were my very own Terminator. You never stopped, and I couldn't stop you. I had more nightmares than I can count about dying by your hands. I was sure that one of those days my luck would run out and my nightmare would come true."
Rogue shuddered... if Alison wasn't trying to make her feel guilty she was doing a damned good job of it anyhow.
"But that was then, Rogue. We both had images of one another that we hated and envied and they weren't true. At least, not how we thought they were. And since then the scales got balanced in more ways than just our becoming teammates and saving each other's lives. We've both grown in ways that made us more of what we envied in one another. I'm not the rookie in way over her head and struggling not to drown anymore, I'm a pro now. I went from wannabe faking it and finally made it. And you started eating better and put on some curves to go with the muscle you always had, and got a look together. You totally blossomed. Back then, you were competent and I was hot... now we're both. We're even now, Rogue... everything we had against each other is over and done. Times have changed, and so have we. It's long past time to let it go."
There were tears in Rogue's eyes by the time Ali finished speaking, and so she never saw the kiss coming. But she was right. It was long past time.
As she flowed into the kiss, her emotion and passion flowed with it. This would be more than just make-up sex. It was a dream come true, a happy ending to a horror story. And she wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, but the new dawn sure looked and felt good.
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Logan had come twice with Sophia, once in her mouth and once inside her, and so Jubilee had her first orgasm much more quickly than he would have his. In fact, he had no trouble holding back as she sucked him, focusing instead on pleasuring her and on savoring the taste and feel and scent of her pussy. She'd lost almost complete focus on the blowjob she was giving when she came the first time, and she remained distracted as he powered on with the clear intent on giving her a second one. That orgasm was more intense still than the first one, and she came off of his dick entirely to scream her passion and pleasure, gripping the base with her hand as her body convulsed with the spasms of ecstasy.
When it faded, she stepped away and straigthened up from the bent over position she had been in, and the combination of the weak knees in the aftereffects of orgasm and the blood rushing to her head took her off her feet. Logan caught her in strong arms before she fell, and held her gently as she recovered. The tender moment was almost more intimate than the oral sex they'd just shared, and for long moments they just basked in the affection and closeness, he the strong hero and her the younger, smaller feminine figure he held and protected and cherished. It was a level of bonding they'd both secretly desired but never dared attempt before.
Still, the sweet moment couldn't last forever. Jubilee eventually recovered her strength and her energy returned, until it became restlessness and renewed desire. Being licked to an incredible double orgasm was awesome, but she wanted more. She wanted to be fucked.
Receiving a tube of thick, high-quality lubricant from a servant, she proceeded to thoroughly and pleasurablly lub up Logan's cock and bring him back to full erection before turning around to mount him. He was still seated, and she faced away to sit on his lap and his dick. As she positioned his head at her tight little entrance, she grunted softly as it pressed against the resisting hole and louder when the tip popped inside. Logan moaned with the pleasure, but his mind told him something was wrong. It took him only a moment to figure out why.
"What the fuck, Jubes? That's the wrong hole!"
Jubilee frowned and admonished him as she continued her effort to take him inside her. "Shut up... and like it! I --nnnhh! know... what I'm doingggggAH!"
Logan fell silent except for a low moaning growl of pleasure as she worked him into her tightest, most intimate and forbidden entrance, and she moaned out loud as her hips settled against his. He was fully seated inside her now, deep into her bowels with the incredibly tight ring muscle of her sphincter squeezing the base of his shaft so tight it felt like it was welded to him. So deeply was he embedded within her back passage that the tip of his cock pierced an inch or so inside the second sphincter that seperated rectum from colon, a second sensation that was like a head job to go with the grip of her anus on his shaft. It was unbefuckinglievable, but from the sounds she was making he wasn't sure if she was experiencing pleasure, pain, or both and he worried for her.
"You ok, Jubie? You don't have to do this, I can pull out if it's hurtin' ya."
She scowled and admonished him again, nearly yelling this time. "Shut up! I'm not a kid and I know what I'm doing! I know what I want and how to get it, so either enjoy it or I'll find someone who will."
He grumbled an apology, and she relaxed a touch. "Just give me a bit to adjust, you're a bit bigger than I thought and I had a little more trouble than expected but I'll be fine. I probably should have warmed up a little more back there but I wanted to surprise you and besides I was pretty eager so I rushed it. It'll be fine. Just let me take control, I got this."
He nodded and voiced agreement, and she relaxed against him for long moments before taking his hands and guiding them where she wanted them. One to her chest, so he could squeeze the soft but firm orb of her breast and pinch the little pleasure nub of her nipple there and the other below, to her feminine center. She gently instructed him not to penetrate her with fingers, as she was in her words "overstuffed already", but she encouraged him to stroke her slit and work the central pleasure button that was her little pink clitoris. As the pleasure flowed from those delightful attentions, she relaxed and slowly became ready to take it to the next level.
Gradually at first, she began to fuck herself on the dick buried deep and snug in her tight rear channel, beginning only with squirming and grinding her hips, rubbing her ass against his lap but keeping his cock in place inside her. Slowly she transitioned to gentle thrusts of her hips that moved his pulsing member an inch or two in and out, the head of his dick pushing in and out of her deep inner sphincter and her outer one working over the base of his shaft. Eventually, she worked her way up to full strokes, riding him slow but strong and working her back passage the full length of his cock to the pleasure of them both.
They were fully engaged in powerful buttfucking now, and as they grunted, moaned, and moved together as one there was no doubt in either of their minds that this would only end with a shared orgasm that would see her tight little pucker squeezing the base of his shaft like a vice as he spurted thick hot cum into the depths of her bowels. Neither of them would have it any other way.
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As Jubilee went about taking Wolverine in her little ass, her girlfriend Tabitha aka Boomer watched from across the room. She was less jealous or shocked than she was mildly perturbed that Jubilee was having all the fun. She planned to fix that situation in a hurry.
Unlike some others present, she had little in the way of unfinished business in need of make-up sex, and nobody in particular she had her eye on. And so, rather than try to figure out someone to go for and hope they were interested and not otherwise engaged, she kept it simple. Summoning three well-built male servants from the staff, she ordered them to please her. Even if they had been allowed to object much less refuse, it's doubtful they would complain. She wasn't the physical match for some of the extreme beauties in the room, but she wasn't unattractive by any means. Petite, blonde, athletic, with cute features and bright blue eyes, she certainly could catch her share of admiring eyes. She'd always had a rebellious, independent attitude and liked thumbing her nose at conservative social expectations. She liked sex, and she liked flaunting that she liked it. The more it offended prudes, the better she liked it.
Opting for some foreplay to begin things, she instructed one to lay down on his back and she proceeded to sit on his face and bring her tight and trim pink womanhood to his lips for him to kiss and lick and pleasure her. She then arranged the two others standing before her so that she could give them a double blowjob, alternating between them with her mouth as she held each member in her stroking hand. She'd learned to mimic the sexual feats of porn actresses some time back, and she was in the mood to put her skills on display. She also enjoyed her power to pleasure men and the taste of their climax. That they'd last longer for having come already once they were inside her was a bonus she factored into her plan.
By the time she had brought them both off, she'd had two orgasms of her own and her ass was nice and loosened up and lubed from the fingering she'd gotten from the man below her. She was ready to take it to the next level.
Getting up and off of him, she bid him to move out of the way and one of the other two to take his place on the floor on his back. Once he was in position she mounted him, taking him inside her in a classic cowgirl position. She then beckoned to the other man she'd sucked off to lube himself and take his position above and behind her to fuck her ass. The last one, the one who had brought her off with tongue and fingers, got her mouth in return as she pulled him to her. She moaned around his shaft as the man behind her pushed slow but sure into her butt, lodging himself deep into her clenching rectal sheathe. She didn't do double penetration very often, much less going for the triple with a man in her mouth as well. But this was a party, an orgy and a celebration of excess and debauchery. It was almost required to put on a good show, and she meant to rise to the challenge and enjoy every moment of it.
The men who were her partners in this display, their cocks inside her building slowly towards the moment they'd all shoot their pleasure fluid into her from each of their three directions certainly agreed with the plan.
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Elizabeth Braddock, the purple haired psionic stunner who went by the code name Psylocke, made the bold move of taking up a position on the raised dias the paired Queens used and finding a nice chaise lounge there that the Red Queen seemed to like. From there, she relaxed her body and let her mind wander, watching the room and experiencing it through her telepathic sense.
She watched Kat Pryde's group arrive by teleporter, escorted by the girl named Ariel who had once claimed to be an extradimensional alien but turned out to merely be a mutant with a pocket dimension that functioned rather like a holodeck and an overactive imagination to go with it. She watched Selene break off from a very well satisfied Storm to engage with Rachel, whom she had bad history with that she intended to smooth over. Soon thereafter, a statuesque woman whose mind identified her by the name "Superia" took up her place with Storm and began a conversation that would soon lead them to sex as well.
Rogue and Dazzler seemed quite content to remain in their 69 for what could easily be the rest of the night, and Jean and Madelyne hadn't slowed theirs yet either. Wolverine was still fucking Jubilee's ass, and Psylocke was a bit jealous and decided she'd take a turn with him before the night was over. After his first climax in Jubilee while she was riding him, he'd stood and bent her over and was giving it to her intensely, and she was loving every second of it. Knowing what it was like to be in that exact position with him, Psylocke knew exactly why the younger Asian was enjoying it so.
As others both known and new to her interacted and paired up, Psylocke not only watched but tapped into the sensations they were experiencing. She tasted Storm, and Rogue, and Dazzler and the paired redheads and let them flow into a heady cocktail of indescribably deliscious feminine sexuality. She let herself feel the assfucking Jubilee was recieving and the fill of Havok's cock in the blonde girl he was entangled with, and blended them with the sensations of the double fucking in Tabitha's well stuffed holes. Between them all, she was awash with sensual delight and sexual ecstacy without having to so much as move. It was times like this that she loved being a telepath.
And it would only get better still. There were members of both Kat's branch of X-Factor and Ariel's Fallen Angels group that hadn't gotten started yet, though they were quickly sorting out who they had their minds set on and were in the process of making the connections happen. Once they'd begun as well, it would only add to the level of passionate pleasure in the room's mindscape and provide yet more for the beautiful telepath to indulge in.
The night was not only far from over, it hadn't even hit full swing yet. If for nothing else, Psylocke had to give the Hellfire Club credit for throwing one hell of a party.
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[Author's Note: Once more, if you haven't checked out my original fic NEON yet, it's on this site at original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600105780 . There's vampires, a werewolf, ninjas, a sword duel between vampires, and of course lots of sex! Read it now, and when it's a hit movie you can say you were into it before it was popular (and that the book was totally better) ]
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