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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Enough is Enough!, thought Julie. A week ago the telegram had arrived at
her office from her lover, (Have found a wonderful home for us. Follow the
instructions in the package arriving shortly. All My Love, John. ) it had
read. Two days later she had received the package containing a ticket to
Scotland, and explicit directions on where to stay and what tour to take.
Her travels took Julie to the North East Coast of Scotland, Clan Gunn
country. She checked in, waited 2 days to adjust to the time, and took the
required tour. So here she was seeing a magnificent castle, towering
battlements and old worn stone. It sat so picturesquely at the top of a
mighty cliff, like it would tumble off any moment, but solid as the
centuries it had endured the harsh climate that is Northern Scotland. The
interior however was rich and warm. The stone walls had been covered with
wood and rubbed and oiled through the years to a ruddy warm glow. The
floor was stone but covered with exotic carpets throughout. The
furnishings seemed as old as the castle, the price of the antiques alone
was astronomical. Julie lagged a bit behind drinking in all that she saw.
She had expected John to join her on the tour and yet his absence lingered.
Julie had no Idea when or where he would show, only that she had done
exactly as instructed. As Julie pondered this, movement down one of the
vast hallways caught her attention. She paused, staring down one of the
darkened corridors. A single candle burned in a sconce at the far end,
beside it stood a man, her man, she would know that body anywhere. Julie
started toward him giving the tour a final glance, as she turned back she
just saw John's back as he disappeared into a side passage to the left.
Julie broke into a run, arriving at the corner just in time. She watched
him disappear down another side passage at the end of this one, to the
right this time, again a single candle burned at the end. Rushing down she
turned to the right to view an empty hallway, half way down on the right
she saw an open door, in the hallway at the door burned a single candle
once again. Julie slowed her pace and walked normally to the door,
glancing inside, Julie gasped. The door opened into a large room filled
with all manner of ancient devices, racks, wheels, crosses, cages, and
stocks. All the wood worn smooth with use, Julie took a tentative step
inside. She looked around at the various ropes and pulleys in the ceiling,
then over to the wall adorned with holders that organized a large variety
of floggers, whips, paddles, straps, gloves and toys. Walking over Julie
reached out and caressed the floggers' soft supple strands, she moved down
to the toys. No cheap products here each item had been created out of
natural materials wood, leather, and worked metal. Julie picked up a thick
leather cock filled with cotton batting or something close to it giving it
a weighty supple feel, very much like the real thing. The faint blast of a
horn interrupted her longings. The Bus! Julie hastily replaced the toy
and sprinted for the door, it had shut. She struggled and pulled yet the
door would not budge, pausing to look for a catch she found none and pulled
yet again. The door gave slightly and encouraged she tugged and tugged
finally getting the heavy oaken slab to swing ponderously open. Glancing
to her right Julie spied a window. Running quickly she got to the window,
just as the last person got on the bus. Julie yelled slapping on the thick
glass panes but to no avail, The bus started up and started down the long
road out to the highway. Oh great!, Thought Julie, what am I gonna do now?
She walked back down the Hall stopping at the candle to think, glancing
over she decided to look for a phone. The candle at the corner had
apparently gone out so the dungeon was the only way still lit. She walked
in and noticed the door on the opposite side of the room was open. Julie
walked over to it and into the room beyond. The room is large, rich
tapestries hang from the walls, the bed enormous, canopied, with gauzy
curtains tied to each post, a bouquet of roses lays upon the soft down
comforter. Julie walks over and picks up the card laying beside the
flowers and reads.....Dearest julie, I know your excitement to finally meet
me is overwhelming. I also know that our first real experience must be as
memorable as the countless sessions online so bear with me. Inside the box
on the bed you will find some clothes, dress and then place the blindfold
upon your eyes, I know you wish to see me but the sensations will be
tenfold without your sight, you shall gaze into my eyes soon enough. It is
7:55 be ready by 8:00. Glancing at her watch Julie saw that it was in fact
7:55.....how did he? As usual Masters timing was impeccable. Julie
quickly shed all vestige of her clothing and reached for the box, pulling
out a lovely corset, matching panties and ornate leather collar and cuffs,
with a pure silver rings. Quickly donning all, a slight shudder went
through her as she locked the collar in place. The corset was last and try
as she might, she could not get it on properly by herself, she left it as
tight as she could and then grabbed the blindfold. Julie reached up and
placed it against her eyes, the satin soft as all light was quenched from
view. Julie jumped as two hands instantly covered hers, taking over they
grasp the straps and tie the blindfold tightly. Julie quivers knowing her
lover is pressed against her at last. His smell washes over her, his
breath warms her neck. A drop of her anticipation gathers on the small
silver ring that pierces the small sheath at the top of her womanhood.
Once the blindfold is tied the hands slide down over her shoulders down her
arms around her to her belly in a warm embrace, the warmth of his lips upon
her neck causes her to melt. He steps back and begins to work the laces of
her corset. Julie gasps as he tugs each set working the tightness down.
Her breasts proudly sit atop the half cups stiff with desire and longing.
He walks away once the corset is tied but only briefly before returning, a
small metallic snick and slight weight announce the chain that has been
fastened to her collar. He walks away and a tug prompts the slave to
follow. Julie smiles as she realizes she is being led into the dungeon.
She is pulled toward one of the apparatus, and she is stretched to the
corners of the rack. Julie hears each footfall as her Master strides to
the tool rack. The sound of strands cutting the air stirs the silence as
he chooses the tools he will use. More footfalls and Julie jumps as
something contacts her shoulder. The soft luxurious feel calls to mind the
mink mitt, it is slowly rubbed over her body the fur gliding across her
taut skin. The sensation is amazing almost a tickle but not quite, it
trails over each arm and leg, up her thigh and down the other one, setting
the nerve endings alive before it ceases. Another touch begins, Julie
jumps as this one pokes her slightly, she quickly recalls the glove with
thousands of pins on it. It looked horrible, each pin looked sharp enough
to puncture yet all of them together does not break the skin, instead a
wonderful scratchy feeling sets each nerve afire as it mimics the path over
her body. This time however it pauses in front, circling each breast then
stopping using just the finger tip, each nipple is poked, nipping it till
it grows erect, a clip is quickly attached to each one keeping it hard,
just on the edge between pleasure and pain. A crack of thunder sounds in
the distance. Julie moans anticipating the coming storm that mimics the
one outside. The glove disappears and Julie feels her breasts pulled up
and out apparently attached to a chain by the clips and from there to a
pulley and some weights. The effect is that any movement on her part is
amplified by the weights tugging at her tender nipples. She feels cold
metal at her hip and hears a slight snick as her panty strap is cut, then
the other side, juices form as Julie realizes she is quite helpless and in
the power of the man next to her. Her reverie is broken by the initial
slap of a flogger on her ass. The light weight and gentle slap lead her to
believe it is suede. Her Master sets a rhythm, whack and whack and whack
and whack, starting softly and gradually adding more force to each blow.
Julie begins to pant as the sensation rush through her body and the warmth
rushes to her backside. The supple suede conforms to the swell of each
cheek as it strikes again and again, on one blow a strand reaches below and
wraps across her newly shaven pussy clinging slightly at the growing
dampness as it races away to join the other strands in the next blow.
Julie moans and for the next 5 swats, that strand seems to fall just a bit
heavier. There is a slight pause as he changes tools. Next a flat leather
paddle slaps against her ass cheek, Julie jumps and groans slightly. The
full cheek slap greatly differs from the individual strands but again he
starts soft and slowly increases. He reaches around with his free left
hand and begins to rub her pussy, gliding his finger along her moist slit.
The slaps alternate from one cheek to the other as she feels his finger
slide inside her, Julie groans and once again begins to pant. She feels
him curl his finger scooping out her cream and rubbing it back along her
pussy and across her ass. Slap and Slap and Slap the rhythm is
intoxicating, she feels herself washing away in it as another rumble of the
sky confirms the coming storm. He slides a finger into her anus. He is
careful to avoid it with the paddle, the rhythm never falters. Julie
whimpers, oh God, oh God, oh God, Please Master may I cum? No!, he
commands. Julie whimpers again as he works the finger in and out fucking
her tight passage. The paddle rhythmically swatting her tender ass, Please
Sir, Please let me cum....... She tries once again. Not yet dear one, he
whispers. Sliding his finger out he goes back up front sliding deep within
he curls his finger until he brushes her G spot. She jumps as he finds it
Ohhhhhh pleeeeeeeeeeease she begs him as the perspiration beads her head
with the effort not to displease him. Yes baby, you may cum now. The
rains fall, a subtle roar as a million drops impact the castle all at once,
a long moaning scream fills the halls as Julie succumbs to her building
pleasure. Her juices flood her pussy as the rain covers the stone. Her
gasps echoed by the wind as it swirls through the towers, her groans, like
thunder in the night.
Julie sags panting, trying to catch her breath as her Master withdraws
his fingers. He stands before her stroking her face waiting patiently till
she comes down and once again is aware. He brushes the strands of hair off
her damp brow, moving them back into place with the rest of her hair.
Julie calms, though she cannot see, she pictures his tender loving touches
upon her forehead. He stops and places his fingers to her lips, pressing
inside he forces her to lick them clean of her juices, and reminds her she
is to serve. He then steps away, she listens intently as he goes and
returns, then she feels the rack shudder as he adjusts something. He has
swung a hinged piece up off the floor so that it now stands between her
thighs. It has some sort of recessed circle that is open at one side, John
then reaches for the leather cock. He takes it and presses it against her
lips, Julie naturally opens and allows it to slide inside. The leather has
a tangy salty taste coupled with a heavy musk scent. Her lips press into
the supple leather just slightly making it feel incredibly lifelike. John
works the phallus in and out of her mouth and Julie tries to apply as much
saliva to it as possible knowing it is going to be used. He pulls it free
from her lips with a soft plop and reaching down between her legs brushes
the tip along julie's slippery pussy. The wide tip slowly parts her and
starts to slide inside. John does not rush but slowly works the thick cock
in until she is well filled. He then pulls it out just far enough to slide
it into the slot firmly holding it in place. Julie begins to ride it
slowly, rising up as far as her bonds allow and back down. She cannot
believe she is allowed to pleasure herself this way so very soon after
cumming. The cock feels so very lifelike and she marvels at the sensation.
Julie begins to loose herself in the act and is brought back by the tender
slap of the heavier flogger across her bottom. She gasps and stops,
thinking she has done wrong, No he intones, go ahead find your pleasure
dear, just don't forget your warning, he instructs her. Julie begins to
ride in earnest. Wantonly consuming the leather cock with her tender
pussy, the chain tugs at her breasts with each rise and fall but it is a
good trade for the feeling of fullness. Whack! The leather tails fall
upon her, unnnnnnngh! She gasps. Up and down, again and again, Whack!
Unnnnnnghohhhhhh!, breath short , panting. Whack! Owwwwwwwwungghhhhh!
She rides up, and down. The sensation begins, deeeep inside her belly, she
feels it growing begging to cum out........Pleeeeeaaaaaaase
Master..........Edge! She gives the code word signaling she is at the
point of orgasm. Wait! He commands her, Julie bites her lip trying to
hold it back, her senses turn inward focused one her feeling. Whack!
Unnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhoooooo my god, Julie breathes, barely holding off.
Do not cum....., he warns her. She whimpers. Julie stops pumping, her
whole body poised not daring to cum, trying to cease the sensation in her
pussy and on her nipples, Whack! The cruel sweet flogger forces her to
jump the weights tug, the cock slides, a low guttural moan fills Julie as
she battles her own pleasure for control, all thought escapes there is only
her, pleasure and her Master. Whack! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeeee she begs him. Whack! Yes baby you may.
Julie lets forth an intense scream, dropping herself on the leather, orgasm
wracks her body, the nipples are tugged wonderfully and she feels her
senses fading, the buzzing warmth envelopes her and her vision narrows.
Julie has reached subspace, all senses are overloaded and awareness slowly
drifts off into a euphoric bliss. John recognizes what has happened as he
sees her slump, hanging by her bonds. He quickly releases her and carries
her to the bedroom. He undresses her freeing her breathing and grabs a
cool cloth to wipe her down gently. She is safe and in no danger. He pats
her dry and gently pulls on a soft gauzy silk nightdress. He tucks her

into bed after checking to make sure all signs are normal.

Julie awoke quite some time later, the candles were all out and a
lantern burned very low. She looked around for her lover, but found the
room empty. She pulled the silk nightdress close to ward of the breeze she
just now noticed. Glancing up Julie sees the door opening out onto the
large balcony was open. Sliding out of the bed she made her way outside
and through the door. The sound of surf, agitated by the storm, echoed
over the railing. The storm had passed but still a warm soft rain fell.
The Moon however shown silvery through breaks between the clouds. Julie
stepped out, the rain quickly molding the silk to her body. She walks to
the heavy stone rail, pressing her hands upon the rough worn surface,
spreading them out to either side she lays across the rail looking down
over the castle wall, the sheer cliff below it and the surf crashing upon
the rocks. The breath catches in her throat with the beauty and
magnificence. Julie feels him approach behind her, knowing he would like
her vulnerable position she doesn't move. He presses against her, his
hardness cradled in the smooth valley of her pert bottom. His hands caress
her back, gently needing each muscle yet feeling unusually heavy and rough.
His fingers tangle in her hair and he pulls her upright against his chest.
The hand releases her and the blindfold is once again placed against her
eyes and quickly fastened behind. He pushes her forward again over the
rail. He begins to caress every inch of her body, gliding over the silk
yet feeling extremely rough on her tender skin. Julie supposes her skin is
overly sensitive after the dungeon as well as with the breeze upon her.
The hands pull the shoulder straps of her gown to either side and down
along her arms, her breasts are freed to the night, the breeze kissing her
nipples as it races in from the sea. He reaches around, fingers dry,
scratchy, lifting her breasts, rolling the nipples. They are so very
tender still from the play earlier but god it feels wonderful. As Julie
squirms and moans pressing back against him, the undersides of her breasts
brush the stone railing. The cool stone startles her and she marvels at
the raspy feel of the porous rock, she groans. His hands slide up to her
shoulders and down along her arms grasping her wrists firmly, pinning them
to the stonework. One hand reaches down and lifts her gown, sliding it up
bunching the silk around her waist from top and bottom. Her legs are
kicked apart, she rests completely over the rail, open to all behind her.
He shifts, bending and slides easily inside her dripping pussy. She feels
so exposed high upon the castle wall, naked to the elements and anyone
inside. He thrusts deeply inside her setting a wonderful pace. He seems
huge, and she swears she feels added sensation, maybe the ridges of his
cock stretching her tightly. The angle is such that he perfectly rides
upon that special spot inside and she quickly builds. She looses herself
in the feelings, being pinned and taken , yet feeling the warmth of
satisfaction racing within her. He again tangles her hair, roughly but not
cruelly pulls her up against his firm unyielding chest. His hand slides
down and around her delicate throat, tipping her head to the opposite side
he kisses and bites on her neck. His left hand once again grasps her
breast and the fingers squeeze her nipple triggering her cum. The
sensation rushes up her spine, out each limb, as her juice floods her sex.
Julie moans into the night breeze, face upturned, the raindrops splashing
and running down. She feels him tense and the molten warmth that is his
essence floods her insides, coating her, fulfilling her. Julie sags in his
embrace, exhausted by the night's events. She hardly notices his softening
and withdrawal. He guides her gently slowly to the stone floor. Her
senses fade as the sleep of ages washes over her. Julie stirs, the warm
morning sun caresses her naked breasts. She rolls slightly letting the
sunlight charge her. Julie reaches up pulling the mask off, shrieking she
sits up. The leering face of one of the stone gargoyles looks down upon
her, she obviously missed it last night. Julie calms herself and stands,
stretching. She goes inside and washes up, the cool water invigorating
her. She spies the door opening and watches in the mirror as her love walks
in. He is just as his picture showed and she smiles knowing she is his
completely. Did you sleep well baby?, he asks her. Not so good after you
left me on the balcony, she remarks, pouting. Whatever do you mean baby? I
put you to bed last night once we were done in the dungeon. What balcony,
he asked. John rushes to catch her as she faints........

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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DEMON LUST PART 4 : NOW FOR STORM

Storm felt uneasy as she stopped in front of Psylocke's door. Uneasy
because it felt like she was prying into her team mates' personal lives.
However, she had not seen either Jean or Betsy since last night and it was
already noon. Storm had already checked Jean's room and found it empty.
She headed for Betsy's room next but even before she got there, very
audible sounds of pleasure could be heard. As she neared the door, the
female voices became more distinct. Psylocke's voice for certain. And
another woman who was moaning in unrestrained passion.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Yessss! Fuck me Betsy... ohhhhhhh!!!!"

Jean's voice.

Startled, Storm stood still for several moments aghast as she let the
situation sink in. It was obvious what was going on from the liquid moans
and cries coming from the other side of the door. Ororo realized that her
initial shock was swiftly replaced by a temptation to see exactly what her
team mates were doing to each other. Taking a deep, guilty breath, she
nestled up to the door, her right eye poised at the keyhole. What she saw
made her gasp involuntarily.

Phoenix and Psylocke were both on the bed, stark naked with sweat
glistening on their sleek bodies. Jean was kneeling, her hips raised up so
high that her flowered-open pussy was clearly visible from Storm's
position. Behind her, Betsy was furiously driving a long black dildo into
her appreciative team mate. Jean worked her hips in ryhthm, matching each
stroke of the plastic cock. A slow trickle of juice leaked out of her
dripping pussy, running down the back of her smooth thighs.

"Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Betsy, I'm going to... going to... cum! Ohhh!
Ohhh!" went Jean, rendered incoherent by Psylocke's intense ministrations.

As Storm watched in fascination (and not a little arousal), Psylocke
freed her other hand and began to stroke the deeply shadowed crease between
Jean's taut buttocks. Her long red nails played about the tight ring of
muscle, caressing the redhead's anus. Storm gasped as she witnessed the
raven-haired girl thrusting one finger into Jean, twisting her fingers as
they ventured into her team mate's forbidden orifice.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jean cried, thrusting her hips back to increase the
penetration of the fingers working into her ass.

Storm watched as the redhead shuddered in unfeigned pleasure from the
anal intrusion, her body tensed on the verge of orgasm. A few more thrusts
from Betsy drove Jean over the edge as she abruptly threw her head back,
screaming out an orgasmic cry that went on and on. Psylocke held on to her
wildly bucking hips, continuing to work the glistening implement in and out
of Jean's slobbering pussy. Shivering in obvious ecstasy, the redhead
moaned and gasped until her orgasm dissipated, slumping limply to the bed.

Storm looked away from her peephole, her face heated. God, she never
thought this would happen. Sure, she loved her female team mates as she
was sure Jean and Psylocke did. But as trusted companions. Not lesbian
lovers. Well, she told herself, what two adult women want to do with their
sex lives is hardly my business. She stood up hurriedly, fully intending
to get away before she was discovered but something drew her back. Storm's
face was not then only part of her body that was heated. Guiltily, she
squatted again, her eye pressed to the keyhole.

She was caught completely by surprise when the door flew open.
Stumbling backwards, Storm was trying to regain her feet and mutter some
excuse when a naked Psylocke vaulted smoothly over her.

"Uhhh..." Storm managed before Psylocke pinned her right arm behind her
back, locking her strong arm across her throat.

"Hello Oro... heard you walking down the hall" Betsy grinned. "Spying
on your team mates now, then?"

Storm struggled, trying to break the hold. The choke hold was cutting
of her oxygen slowly, making her knees weak. She cursed herself for a
fool. She should have realised that very few people would have the skills
necessary to sneak up on Psylocke. Even in the midst of sex. She saw Jean
walk up to the door, naked and sweaty from her sexual activities with
Betsy.

"Betsy, Jean. Please let me go, I..."

"Oh no, we couldn't do that," Betsy whispered seductively in her ear.
"Jean, why don't you show her how good it felt to cum just now"

"No Jean, don't. I... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Storm managed before Phoenix
forced the sensations from her last climax into Storm's defenceless mind.

Psylocke held onto her captive firmly as Ororo reared wildly, her back
arching involuntarily as she experienced the full force of Jean's orgasm.
Her knees buckling, Storm sagged against her captor, the sudden, intense
pleasure overcoming her senses. Beneath her silk shirt, her nipples
erected powerfully as her body writhed in uncontrolled spasms. Giddy with
arousal, she barely realized what was going on when her team mates dragged
her into the room and onto the bed. She heard the jingle of chains and
felt cold metal lock around her slender wrists. As she began to struggle,
she felt her long legs forced apart and locked as well.

"No Betsy... Jean... please let me go" Storm mumbled.

"Oh no, Oro. A mind-projection orgasm is no substitute for the real
thing." Jean grinned, licking her red lips in satisfaction at Storm's
helpless condition.

With a mental command, she began to undo the buttons on Storm's shirt,
revealing the white bra she wore underneath. Her full firm breasts sprung
free as Jean undid her bra before continuing to strip off her team mate's
clothes with her mutant powers. Storm began to protest, struggling
helplessly as she felt her pants pulled down to her thighs. Her sodden
panties soon followed, uncovering her already dripping pussy.

"And besides," Psylocke added "...you haven't had a good fuck in
awhile... just relax... And don't worry, you can scream as loud as you
want"

Her mind clouded by the after effects of Jean's projected climax, Storm
was totally confused. The idea of being raped by her own team mates filled
her with horror but she was unsure about using her considerable mutant
powers against two people she considered her friends. While it was
certainly true that she had a rather barren sex life, she was not sure that
having a lesbian encounter with her team-mates was the best way to deal
with it.

Fearful of what was going to happen, she watched as Psylocke climbed
over her dusky, spread-eagled form, eyes focused on the mound between her
legs. Storm's resolve hardened and she fully intended to stop Betsy from
violating her body. Tingles of electricity ran down her skin as she
summoned her mutant powers. Outside, the sunny afternoon visibly darkened
as dark clouds began to gather. Before the bound woman could unleash her
powers, Psylocke mashed her mouth against Storm's engorged pussy, licking
and sucking expertly. The effect on the statuesque woman beneath her was
immediate.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Storm shrieked like a banshee, feeling
Betsy's working tongue rasp exquisitely across her tender, swollen clit.

Ororo's body began to jerk in involuntary rapture as Psylocke took her
team mate orally, just as she had done with Jean. Betsy's mouth worked
furiously, lapping up Storm's leaking juices as the bound woman pulled
desperately on her restraints. Trying to get away from that maddening
tongue which was on the verge of driving her into a sexual frenzy. Storm
moaned as she felt long nails brush over her exposed breasts. A second
later, Jean's wet mouth enveloped her nipples, her teeth nibbling gently on
the hardened peaks so deliciously. Storm shuddered, feeling her resolve
rapidly eroded by the expert attentions of her team mates.

"No! No! Please stop! stop! Jean, Betsy, we musn't! we musn't!"
Storm cried even as she felt her orgasm began to build, spiralling rapidly
out of control.

Despite her resistance, her supple body, long starved of sexual
satisfaction responded eagerly to the pleasures. Unable to contain her
rising arousal, Storm choked back a cry of delight as her slender hips
began to trust upwards of their own control to meet Psylocke's invading
tongue. With Jean licking wetly on her painfully erect nipples and Betsy
tonguing her sensitive clit madly, she was quickly being taken over the
edge.

Outside, a mini tornado swirled around the X Mansion as Storm writhed
under the attentions of her team mates, her carefully-restrained mutant
powers in confusion. Thunder rumbled in the darkened sky with each moan.
Each gasp sent arcs of static electricty playing over her dusky skin. Each
cry of pleasure sent lightning dancing to the earth in jagged streaks of
uncontrolled energy.

"Eeeeeeeeehhhhh!" Storm wailed as she felt first one, then two fingers
parting the firm lips of her pussy, before worming their away inside her
warm, slick vaginal passage.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Storm cried out, her flailing arms causing
the handcuffs to jangle wildly.

Psylocke worked the bound woman's body expertly, timing each thrust of
her supple fingers and each measured lick of Storm's engorged clit. Her
hands were soon drenched in Storm's freely flowling juices. Betsy's
fingers glistened wetly, making lewd slurping sounds as they worked their
way inside Storm's sensitive vaginal passage. By the time, Ororo's pleas
had long lapsed into incoherent moans and gasps as she desperately tried to
hold back her approaching climax.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

Her restraints jangling, Storm jerked about in rapture totally lost in
the sensations of the lesbian sex her team mates were inflicting on her.
She had never felt her body so inflamed by passion. That she was totally
helpless to prevent it added a wierd thrill and heightened the experience
immeasurably. As she hovered on the brink of her orgasm, Storm knew she
was going to cum and that she would not be able to stop it. Her body
wanted it too much to stop.

Psylocked grinned, savoring the involuntary reactions she was inflicting
on her bound team mate. As she felt Storm's body tense at the brink of her
climax, Psylocke bit down onto her team mate's shivering clit. Storm's
scream of pain and sexual release almost broke her eardrums.

"Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhh!"

Psylocke held onto Storm as she trashed about on the bed, her full
breasts quivering from the intense sensations coursing through her body.
Her long pale hair flailed wildly as she jerked her head about, juices
spurting from between her legs. Psylocke continued to work her dripping
fingers into Storm's spasming pussy until her orgasm spent itself. The
pale-haired woman slumped limply on the bed, her eyes closed and breathing
heavily.

Storm opened her eyes to watch both her team mate's eyeing her bound
form. She blushed furiously when she noticed the wetly glistening stains
on the bedspread beneath her. She had never experienced ejaculation before
in all her previous sexual encounters. Breathing heavily, Ororo said
nothing as Psylocke unlocked her restraints. Rubbing her wrists, reddened
and sore from the metal Storm sat up as her team mates set down beside her.

"Oro. Me and Jean are going to fuck ourselves senseless all afternoon.
If you want, you can watch us. Or..," Betsy licked her lips, "...join in"

Silently Storm left the bed, her juices still dribbling out of her
engorged sex and running slowly down her thighs. Her knees felt weak as
she gathered her discarded clothing, stumbling towards the door. She got
as far as the doorway before she heard Psylocke's throaty moan. Ororo
turned to find that Phoenix's face buried in her team mate's sex, Betsy's
strong hands tangled in her red locks. Lewd slurping sounds came from
between Psylocke's spread-wide legs as the redhead orally pleasured her.

[It felt good, didn't it Oro?] Jean teased, her words warm and sensual
in Storm's mind.

Storm trembled, he eyes locked onto the lesbian sex scene between her
team mates.

[Trust me, it gets better. Betsy took me in my bum last night. It felt
dirty for awhile. Then it felt good. Very good. Once you have been
fucked in the ass, you'll always want a hard cock there]

Storm trembled at her words, recalling her own sex fantasies buried
deeply in her subconscious.

[You can't hide your desires from me, Oro. You want to be taken from
behind don't you? You imagine that when you masturbate every night, with
your long fingers in that tight, tight hole...]

Storm gasped, realizing that Jean was probing her mind.

[...hmmmm... Oh, Ororo, you slut. Thinking filthy thoughts about Logan
while doing yourself. ...Imagining his strong hands cupping your breasts
...his hairy chest tickling your back as he drives his awesome cock deep
into your ass from behind... Mmmm...]

Storm watched as Psylocke shuddered and came on the bed, her nectar
spurting into Jean's hungry mouth. Storm continued watching as if
hypnotized as Jean turned round and approached her. Her red lips were
still wet with Psylocke's juices, a slow trail running down her delicate
chin. Kept watching as Jean licked her lips sensously, savoring the taste.
Storm held herslf still as Jean stood on her toes, pressing her mouth
against hers. Ororo could taste Betsy's juices as the redhead pushed her
tongue into her mouth.

On the bed, Psylocke watched in fascination as her team-mates kissed
deeply, tongues playing wetly. Saw Storm reach up a hand, searching for
and finding Jean's full breasts. Her long fingers playing about the erect
nubs at their peaks. Moaning as Jean dropped one hand between her legs,
her fingers parting the engorged lips of Storm's pussy. When at last they
parted, Storm pushed the door shut, shooting the bolt home and locking it.
Hand in hand, Storm and Phoenix walked towards the bed and the waiting
Psylocke.

Jean leapt onto the bed, turning around so that she and Psylocke were in
the classic "69" position, their mouths poised at each other's sex with the
redhead on top. With a cry, Betsy mashed her mouth against Phoenix's
dripping pussy, licking and sucking madly. Jean moaned and reciprocated,
her tongue lapping around and inside Psylocke's warm, wet orifice. Storm
watched as Betsy carefully parted Jean's taut buttocks, exposing her
puckered rear orifice. Shivering at the sheer lewdness of the deed she was
about to do, Storm reached for Jean's proffered ass with a hesitant hand.

Phoenix moaned in delight as she felt Ororo's strong fingers probing
around her anus, lighly tracing the ring of muscle that surrounded it.
Pausing, Storm wet her finger thoroughly, lubricating it with her saliva.
She gasped as she inserted her finger into that forbidden entrance, feeling
Jean's anal muscles clenching and sucking on the invading digit. The
double stimulation soon caused the redhead to writhe, crying out her
pleasure as her team mates worked her over. Betsy began to jerk as well as
Jean's excited tongue rapsed fiercely over her own clit, now and then
diving between the puffed open lips of her pussy.

[Mmmmm.... mmmmm.... Mustn't be selfish, Jean] Psylocke pulsed.

Storm shuddered as she felt Jean's presence in her mind, probing gently.
An invitation.

[Oro... relax... you can feel what we feel...]

Nodding, Storm relaxed her mind, feeling a warm intrusion into her
subconscious as her team mates made creative use of their mutant psionic
powers to form a mind link. Suddenly she could feel Betsy's tongue on her
Jean's erect clit, Jean's licking on Betsy's pussy, and her own finger
inside Jean's anus. All at once.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Storm cried, quicky brought to the verge of a
climax.

[Ummmm... I think she likes it] Psylocke teased.

Fully excited now, Storm brought forth her own mutant powers, sending
arcs of static electricty running down her skin. Sparks rippled down her
arm and hand, and then down her finger working inside Jean's anal passage.
All three X-women screamed at the pain transmitted over the mindlink,
blowing their minds in a simultaneous climax. Juices spraying everywhere,
their sweating bodies trashed about in uncontrollable spasms in the most
intense orgasm they had ever experienced.

Storm was the first to recover, pushing Jean over onto her back and
squatting over her face. The redhead obliged, her supple tongue flicking
deliciously over the wetly glistening lips of Ororo's pussy. Behind her,
Psylocke was busy locating something from the bedside drawer. Storm shot a
glanced at the room mirror, watching in fascination as the female ninja
began to fasten a large strap on dildo. She had heard of devices like
these, but had never seen one up close. Psylocke was busy lubricating the
rude implement, coating its long, firm length with some slick substance.
Storm shuddered in anticipation as she realized that she was going to
experience it much, much closer.

Eyes locked on the view in the mirror, Ororo watched as the female ninja
mounted her from behind. Moaned as Betsy's hands reached around, finding
the pale-haired girl's swollen breasts. Playing idly with the painfully
erect nipples as the fake cock rubbed exquisitely up and down the valley
between Ororo's firm buttocks. With a start, Storm realized why Betsy
needed all that lubrication when the tip of the dildo found her virgin
anus. Moaning as it began to ease firmly inside, reaming the constricting
ring of muscle.

Storm screamed in both pain and delight as Psylocke moved forward
letting her weight drive the implement up to the hilt inside the pale
haired girl's tight asshole. She felt her climax wash over her, spraying
her juices into Jean's working mouth as Betsy began to slide the dildo in
and out of Storm's ass. The feel of Psylocke's erect nipples pressing
against her sweaty back... her skillful fingers working over her
breasts... Jean's tongue rasping against her clit... and that awesome
implement lodged deeply inside her ass... Coming again and again...
sweaty female bodies flailing against each other in joyous passion...
returning the favour by taking Betsy in the ass as the raven-haired girl
writhed in delight...

Hard nipples rubbed deliciously against each other as the X-women
switched positions. Storm savoured the unfamiliar experience as she
impaled Jean... the fake cock parting the firm walls of the redhead's
pussy again and again until she orgasmed... doing likewise to an
appreciative Psylocke... shuddering as both Jean and Betsy worked her
dripping orifices... fingers and dildo poling into her squirming body...
more orgasms... pushing Jean onto her hands and knees before taking her
from behind... delighting in the sight of the dildo buried to the hilt
inside Phoenix's shapely ass...



In the aftermath, as the three exhausted women recovered from their
exertions, Psylocke sat up, eyeing her team mates.

"So what are you going to do tonight?"

Jean blinked, considering. "Well... I'll be with Scott. There's so
many things we haven't done yet. So I guess we will be fucking our brains
out the whole night. Plus I can use my telekinesis to "help" keep him
hard. I'm going to see if we can use up the whole tube of KY Jelly," Jean
laughed. "And you?"

"Rats. Well, that leaves only Wolvie. Oro?"

Storm smiled seductively. "He is mine. Logan's regenerative powers
will probably mean I'm going to have all of my sex fantasies and then some
fulfilled tonight."

"You people have all the luck," Psylocke complained. "So that just
leaves me with this stupid box" she said, tossing and catching the puzzle
cube.

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