Chapter 15 - A Little Bit of X: Chapter 15


                                                   A Little Bit of X

                                                       by Volpone

                                                       Chapter 15

          About five minutes after Tabitha had made the dash to her room, her two female
teammates were walking down the same hallway.
          Storm was saying, "You must give me at least ten minutes before coming in."
          "I know. Just don't get so involved that you finish him before I arrive."
          "Somehow, I doubt that is going to be a problem."
          Jean smiled. "We can hope. Happy hunting." And she dropped back around the
corner to wait.
          Ororo suddenly realized that she was growing excited at the thought of intentionally
seducing Quinn. Her nipples were beginning to draw up tighter and she could feel the first
traces of lubrication inside her. It felt wicked but frightening at the same time. Up to this point,
she had only bedded men she was absolutely sure of. This was the first real risk she'd taken
since her sexual "awakening".
          Steeling herself, she rapped at his door.
          "Harlequin? Are you awake?"
          "Come on in, Storm," came the reply.
          Taking a deep breath and wetting her lips, the Weather Witch pushed open the door
and entered.
          He was sitting in front of a computer terminal, the desk facing the window onto the
sunken patio, wearing a bright Hawaiian print shirt which was open down the front and boxer
style swim trunks. He had been writing a report or something similar from the looks of it,
probably business related as he did have a company to run in spite of being an X-Man pro
tem. He stopped what he was doing and graciously rose in the presence of a lady.
          "And what can I do for the X-Men's most beautiful team leader?" He smiled charmingly
at her, and she was again sorry that she had waited until now to initiate a relationship with him.
          She realized he might actually be doing something important.
          "I hope I am not interrupting. If you would rather..."
          He stopped her by saying, "I would rather have your company. What's on your mind?"
          Suddenly, Storm was unsure of herself. In battle, she was decisive, but this was really
her first planned seduction since the Renegade incident.
          Ten minutes, she reminded herself. You have ten minutes before Jean is going to
come through that door, and if she doesn't catch us in a compromising position, the plan will
probably fall apart. The time pressure didn't help a bit.
          "I... I am unsure of how to say this." She moved closer, but couldn't bring herself to
vamp him as she could Scott or Logan. With them, she could be as blatant as her imagination
could come up with. With Quinn...
          His face showed concern. "Is anything wrong? Come... sit. Please."
          There being only the one chair (the one he had just vacated), he sat on the edge of his
large bed and motioned for her to sit beside him.
          Well, that’s one step closer, at least.
          Maybe the indirect approach might be easiest.
          "You have quite an... effect on the women at the Institute."
          He looked slightly embarrassed.
          "I hope I haven't made things awkward for anyone. That's the last thing I'd want."
          "Nothing has been brought to my attention as team leader." Dammit, here she was,
wasting time and sounding like she was going to debrief him rather than seduce him.
          He smiled. "I'm relieved. I thought I was going to be banished to Coventry for
corrupting the fairer portion of the team."
          "Noooo... there have been no complaints. What team members do in their off time is
their own business unless it interferes with the team."
          There had definitely not been any complaints. In fact, from the rumors she had heard,
there had been no complaints about Quinn's performance at all. It was a bit surprising how
open and frank her teammates had been in sharing their experiences with him. He, on the
other hand, had never breathed a word about anyone to any teammate that she had heard the
slightest rumor of.
          He interrupted her train of thought.
          "Then what brings you here?"
          Time to take the bull by the horns...
          "What I wish to know is... why haven't you invited me to be corrupted?"
          A surprised smile broke over his face.
          "Why, Storm, you delightful tart, you! Do you want to know why I haven't made a pass?
Or do you hope I will? Because if that's the case..." He let the phrase trail off, unfinished.
          She swallowed and admitted, "In truth, both."
          "That can be a dangerous thing to say."
          He stood and raised her by her hand, a wicked look in his eye.
          Oops… moving off the bed didn’t bode well. Yet he seemed quite pleased to discover
her interest.
          She decided to take a bolder approach.
          "I think I might enjoy this kind of danger."
          Storm was exceptional to Quinn in a number of ways. She was smart, self-confident,
independent, and incredibly female. It also didn’t hurt that she had the face of an angel, full
lips, café-au-lait skin, flowing white hair, legs to die for, one of the finest derrieres he’d ever
seen, and a chest that would make Jessica Rabbit jealous. All in all, she was one of the most
attractive women he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, virtually tailored to trigger his every
libidinous urge.
          The two things that had kept him from making serious advances in her direction were
her involvement with Scott and Logan, and her being a team leader with a position to maintain.
Well, that and the fact that he’d had someone else occupying his bed each night since his
arrival at the Xavier Institute. Quinn had never been noted for exclusivity, but he liked to keep
it to a smaller portion of the female population. He’d already bedded Tabitha, Betsy, and
Natalya at the mansion… and Mystique and Bianca at the hotel, both with their borrowed
forms of Betsy and Emma, then after while in their own forms. Considering how short a time
he’d been in the continuum this time, it was a surprising total, even for Harlequin.
However, since she had made the first move, he felt that all bets were off.
          Surprisingly, rather than doing any one of the things she might have expected, he took
her hand and gallantly raised it to his lips… a disappointingly mild response to her blatant
invitation.
          But the touch of his kiss on the back of her hand had a profound effect. She
remembered the first time he’d done this, and even though it had just been a brief courtesy,
she’d had a strong sexual reaction to it. Now, the effect was even stronger. Her breathing
began to deepen, and her nipples, which had already been reacting to the situation, drew up
into erect points that were clearly visible even through the fabric of her bikini top. Quinn’s
hand kissing excited her as much as a much more intimate kiss with most men of her
experience.
          She let the kiss linger a moment, then when he broke contact she said, "If that is all you
intend, then I believe I will be your first complaint."
          He smiled and told her softly, "Then let’s see if I can forestall any complaints."
          He moved closer until his leg was in contact with hers, then slid an arm around her
waist and drew her closer.
          Automatically, she closed her eyes as his lips found hers, and she sighed softly as she
learned one reason why no one had complained about Quinn.
          He began ever so softly, his lips closed as they gently caressed her own, then returning
with just a touch more insistence, growing bolder as she pulled him closer. She opened her
lips as she sighed yet again, and promptly forgot all about Jean, and the time, and anything
else in the world for just a few incredible moments.
          He continued to kiss her as his hand caressed her shapely back, running down to her
waist before making its return trip.
          Storm almost had to shake herself to bring herself back. Remember Jean...
          Taking his free hand with her own, she brought it up and placed it on one of her
spectacular breasts, pressing it to her to show him what she desired.
          "Here."
          "It certainly is here. Quite a lot of it, too."
          He was only too happy to oblige. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers cupped her
chest, running along the outside her swim top. But when his other hand found the knot
holding her bikini top, he deftly pulled at the tie and the knot came free. His questing hand
found its way under the hanging fabric and she moaned to urge him on as his fingers began to
massage the marvelous globe it had encountered.
          Her own fingers began to explore, running down his firm chest, down his stomach, and
growing bolder by the second, down inside the waistband of his shorts until they wrapped
around his swelling erection.
          She’d been in the Danger Room the day of Quinn’s first testing (the one that had left
him wearing nothing but a hat), so she had an idea of what to expect. It was one thing to see
him “relaxed”, and quite another to feel him mostly erect. A notable and delightful difference
to her mind.
          As she began to tug at her new found toy, Quinn gave a groan in response, and he
stopped kissing Storm's lips, moving directly down until he had her left nipple sucked firmly
into his mouth as he began to nibble and nurse at the darling dark bud.
          Storm's lust soared, blazing up in seconds. He had her ready to take him, now, without
any further preliminaries. She was incredibly excited, and felt she had to do something or
explode.
          Remembering a comment she had overheard about what Quinn's preferences, she
took the lead.
          Pushing him back from her delectable chest, she made him sit down in the chair he’d
been occupying when she entered, and without a word, she pulled his trunks down to expose
his wonderful cock.
          She had the fleeting thought that he wasn't as huge as Logan, but he was certainly
bigger than Scott. Then she drove such unflattering comparisons from her mind as she
leaned forward and introduced Quinn to the inside of her mouth.
          "Oh, lord..." he groaned, and he took a deep breath as she slowly sucked him down,
demonstrating to him that she knew more than one way to electrify a man.
          Pulling in her cheeks, she began to move her head in tight circles, giving special
attention to the flaring edge around the crown, and she moaned in pleasure at how wonderful
it felt.
          Quinn ran his hands down until they were wrapped into her flowing white hair. Then he
gave a growl that sounded like a great hunting cat, and his hands pulled her closer, drawing
her down, slowly impaling her beautiful brown face with his tool.
          With an ecstatic groan, Storm gladly began to sheath him again and again in her
incredible, loving lips.
          Another thing she'd heard about Quinn was how he had such incredible self-control,
especially in the bedroom. He never rushed. He never fumbled around. He never had any of
the thousand little troubles that always cropped up during sex that plagued most people, so
she wanted to see what would happen if she set her mind on cracking that control.
          She continued sucking him sensually for another few seconds, then trailed her tongue
slowly up his full length, then across the ripples of his muscular abs, across his chest (with a
brief teasing flick across one male nipple), up the side of his neck, all the way up until her
cheek rested against his.
          With a positively impish expression on her usually dignified face, she whispered in
his ear, "Go back to your business. Pretend I'm not even here." She gave him a gentle kiss
on the ear, then by flicked her tongue across where she had just pressed her lips. She
turned him around until he was facing the desk, draped her arms around his neck and
pressed her wonderful breasts into his shoulders as she gave him a hug, then she placed
his hands back on the keyboard.
          "Just ignore me," she insisted.
          With a shrug, he began to type, willing to play along. Storm knelt by his chair,
reached up and gathered her hair into a loose knot at the back of her head, borrowing a
pencil from his desk to use as an anchor for it. She wanted him to have an unobstructed
view of what she was doing. When she felt her hair was securely out of the way, she
leaned over so that she was partly draped over his right leg and trailed her fingers up the
inside on the opposite leg. She continued in a similar manner for a few moments, his only
reaction being the raising of his one arm so she had more room.
          Thinking to herself, Well, this will certainly give Jean something to interrupt, she
leaned forward and reintroduced him to her amorous mouth.
          As she proudly began to show Harlequin some of her talents as fellatrix, she idly
wondered just what his reaction would be at being caught by another woman in this highly
compromising situation. That would likely spoil his legendary control.
          Smiling in anticipation, she looked up at Quinn with his cock still held deeply within
her mouth. To her disappointment, he continued to look at the computer screen as he
typed, his erection and the wry smile on his face the only obvious indications that she was
having any effect on him.
          Despite his doing exactly what she had asked him to, she felt mildly insulted and
more than a bit challenged that he managed to do as she had suggested. She was
determined to crack his cool facade before Jean arrived. Letting his cock slip from her
mouth, she ran her lips down the front of his shaft until she could suck each of his crinkly
balls into her mouth and lave them with her soft tongue. Her hand kept stroking his shaft as
she caressed his balls, but still he showed no signs of losing his concentration, his fingers
regular and steady on the keyboard.
          Letting go of any thought of subtlety, the Queen of the Elements took his member by
the base and simply found out much she could swallow. Inch after inch of his considerable
length disappeared down her receptive throat until her lips met her fingers. Her throat
contracted a couple of times, knowing how this drove Scott insane, but still Quinn gave no
sign more obvious than taking a deeper breath. She felt his cock pulse in response to her
treatment, but his typing continued uninterrupted.
          Raising her head, she began to slide her lips up and down his shaft eagerly, moaning
loudly as she tried to make him crazy with desire, rubbing both phenomenal breasts against
his leg as she did. She slipped one hand into her bikini bottoms and began to finger
herself, increasing her pleasure and hopefully his as well.
          After another minute, she again thought of Jean, and wondered what was keeping
her co-conspirator in this seduction. She needed to signal her somehow, or else they very
well might be finished before the redhead made her entrance. If she kept up this pace, she
expected to get a mouth full of Quinn's semen any moment, not that she’d object. She’d be
happy to suck him until he came and then gaze into his blue-grey eyes as she swallowed
every drop. She’d developed something of a taste for semen since the evening at the
warehouse. It wasn't the flavor that she enjoyed but that it proved to her she was as good
as she hoped to be.
          Thinking that brazenness had gotten her this far, she simply decided to pretend this
was all a part of her playing. She left him throbbing and exposed, and stood up, saying
softly, "You go ahead and take care of business... I'll be back in a minute."
          To her surprise, Quinn's hand snapped up and wrapped around her wrist, preventing
her from going anywhere. His grip was unusually strong… almost painful.
          There was a steely, threatening quality to his voice as he looked up at her and
purred, "Oh, no... you started something, you're going to finish it." The look in his eyes was
different from his usual amusement... there was a danger there that reminded her of Logan,
but where Logan was animal and simple in his approach, Quinn held mystery and a
fascination of what he might require of her. And Jean waiting or not, she wanted to find out
very much what that was.
          As her eyes met his, she felt an incredible surge of lust well up inside her. She had
been excited before this, but now it was as if she was again under Renegade’s pheromone,
but without the numbing influence.
          "I don't much care for teases," he said softly, "... so you're going to sit right here and
learn not to be one."
          She glanced over at the door and wondered how she would ever signal Jean from
this position.
          To keep him talking, she asked, "And how do you intend teach me that?"
          Her attempt didn’t work. Instead of answering her, he reached over with his free
hand and untied the knot at her hip and peeled her bikini bottom off her easily. Then he
rose just enough to kick his trunks under his desk before settling down, his erection still
jutting stiffly up out of his lap at full attention.
          Storm abandoned every intention of heading for the door, deciding Jean would have
to fend for herself at this point.
          Quinn made a long arm and slid open the drawer by his bedside, producing a small
squeeze tube. Pressing out a large dollop of thick, clear jelly, he applied it to the head of
his cock and then tossed the tube back into the drawer where he had gotten it without
bothering to close it again.
          Still staring at her without any hint of the usual humor in his expression, his hand
spread the clear jelly down over his shaft until he was well coated in the slick lubricant.
Wiping his hand clean on his Hawaiian shirt, he peeled off the brightly colored fabric,
and shifting his grip so that he didn't release her, dropped it to the floor next to her suit.
          "Now," he said in a no-nonsense tone, "you get to learn not to tease," and staying
seated, he pulled her to him.
          Storm was at a loss as to exactly what to do. Half of her mind was thinking how Jean
should have interrupted them before now... it felt at least twenty minutes since she had
entered. But the other half... the half demanding her immediate attention now... was
incredibly excited by Quinn. She had no desire to go anywhere else, and he obviously was
ready to make things much more interesting for her, whatever his intention. Truly, she
wouldn't need the lubricant. She was extremely wet already. Unless...
          "You like giving men what they want, Storm? That's good. Then you'll enjoy this."
          Usually, Quinn would never have considered this with a lover the first time out He
preferred to save such things for after they had grown to know and trust each other more
sexually. But he’d been reading her reactions, and a dozen tiny, almost imperceptible
things told him that this was something she would, or did, enjoy very much indeed.
          He took her by the hips and turned her facing away from him, then pulled her back so
that she had to sit on his lap. Just as she was half way down, his hands guided her slowly
into position, and she felt the head of his cock begin to slide between the cheeks of her
backside. Her breath grew rapid, excited to think of what he was about to do, but she made
no protest. Instead, she relaxed and let him guide her down, giving an almost silent
whimper as she felt her anus spread to accommodate Quinn's considerable cock. The flash
of intense discomfort made her want to stop and her sphincter almost refused to obey her,
but she forced herself to not tense up regardless of the pain she felt.
          Storm settled down further and further, feeling herself filled more and more by him,
impaled on his lap, pinned there as if on some fleshy stake, until her weight came to rest on
his thighs and he was completely buried in her delightful derriere.
          Ororo had done the same before with both Scott and Logan, and Logan was even
bigger than Quinn and considerably rougher. The last time Wolverine had fucked her up
the ass like this, he had been almost savage, and she... she had discovered to her delight
that she was an ejaculator. Logan’s foot-long rod had stretched her incredibly, making her
weep and moan and beg for more. In the end (to excuse the expression), she had felt
some new sensation build inside her until it burst forth and she had fountained all across
her bed, coming with an intensity she hadn't felt since the evening of their encounter with
Renegade's pheromone.
          All thoughts of Jean swept aside, Ororo began to move, a soft sound escaping from
her with each motion as she began to gyrate on his lap.
          But Quinn stopped her. He knew just what was going to drive her crazy, and he was
going to make her as crazy as he could manage. That meant he was going to have to stay
in control... absolute control, or Storm would never reach the heights he wanted to push her
to. And that meant that Quinn needed to put on his “dominant” persona.
          In a no-nonsense voice, he told her, "You sit. You don't move. You don't squirm.
You just sit there with my cock so far up your pretty little ass you can practically taste me,
and you do just what I say. You're my little fuck-toy now, and fuck-toys follow orders.
Right?"
          He shifted his weight back in the chair, forcing her to follow suit, and she spread her
legs to avoid tipping back and over-balancing, which was exactly what he had wanted. She
ended up with her hands on the arms of the chair and legs hooked over the top of his,
putting her in a wide-open position. His hand found its way between her thighs and he
rubbed his fingers up and down her exposed labia, feeling how slick she already was. His
fingers zeroed in over her erect clitoris and began to massage her in small circles.
          Storm was electrified as he sent shock after shock of sharp ecstasy through her.
Every time his fingers stroked over her joy-button, another jolt of rapture seared along her
nerves. She began to rock her hips involuntarily, rubbing herself against him more strongly,
but his hand withdrew and he gave her a swat across one buttock and said sternly, "You
don't move. You sit there, you don't move, and you cum. That's all you do."
          Her already-tight asshole involuntarily tried to tense up at the pain of the swat, but
she knew that wasn't what he intended. He wanted to send a message.
          His hand again found its way through her wisp of white pubic hair, down until his
palm cupped her mound, and this time he slid two fingers up inside her. Ororo gasped and
keened a soft, high note as she started back on the rapid path towards orgasm. His fingers
unerringly found their way to her g-spot and began to massage the area, and her head
dropped back, her eyes closing and her mouth opening to allow her to pant loudly in time to
his magical fingers.
          She’d never felt anything like this before. Logan had simply ravaged her. The
poignant feeling of Quinn’s cock stretching her anally to the fine edge between agony and
ecstasy was unbelievable, but combined with the pleasure his fingers ignited in her aching
cunt was beyond anything she had known before that moment.
          As he kept her attention focused on her own pleasure, he used his free hand to
reach up and undo the knot of her hair, letting the cascade of long white tresses fall over
him.
          God, but she has phenomenal hair, he thought to himself, enjoying the sensation of it
trailing across his naked torso, increasing his own enjoyment even more.
At the same time, Quinn kept up his quiet commentary to her, his sweet sexual
obscenities serving as a wonderful counterpoint to the physical symphony he was playing
on her.
          "You thought that you could just walk away after showing me just what a good little
cocksucker you are? Just do a little 'tease and breeze', huh? After a sample like that, you
expected to stroll this sexy ass of yours" (he gave her a rather forceful flex of his hips,
making her gasp and almost cum in surprise), "out of here… and that I'd let you go? Now
what kind of woman sucks a man down like she can't wait to have his cum spatter the back
of her throat, and then doesn't carry through?"

          Lost as she was in the incredible sensations rising through her, Storm completely
missed when Jean softly opened the door of Quinn's room. As she peeked inside, she
grinned conspiratorially. Storm had done it! Even their positioning was perfect. There she
was, sitting on Quinn's lap, both of them facing away from her, although they had gotten
more involved than Jean had thought they would be by now. They were oblivious to her
presence (or so she thought), so she slipped inside and closed the door silently behind her.
          The plush carpet underfoot muffled her approach, and when she saw all the clothes on the
floor, she decided to be daring and quickly slipped out of her own swimsuit, putting them all
on an even footing... as it were.
          She snuck to within a few feet before saying, "My! That looks like fun. Mind if I join
in?" And she walked around front where they could see her...
          And her eyes grew large as she stopped cold. She had thought that they were...
well, she had thought they were fucking, but not like that. There was Ororo, eyes closed,
her face mirroring the indescribable sexual joy she felt, sitting stock still on Quinn's lap with
his cock all the way up her ass while he masturbated her with one hand!
          Quinn calmly looked up at Jean and said with an evil smile, "I don't mind at all, and
I'm sure Ororo doesn't... do you?" he asked the dark-skinned beauty riding his shaft, who
couldn’t have replied if she had wanted. His fingers continued sliding in and out of Storm's
lower lips as he spoke to his new female visitor as if it was a normal occurrence.
          "Actually, you're more than welcome." He reached up his free hand and took Jean's
in his, pulling her closer. He tilted his face up and she took the hint, leaning down until their
lips could meet.
          As they kissed, Jean realized she was incredibly excited by the entire scene... kissing
this man she barely knew as he abused her friend's rectum with what looked to be a rather
sizable cock. It was even more wicked than she had anticipated, and his calm control told
her loud and clear that this would be everything she'd hoped for.
          It certainly didn't hurt that he was one of the best kissers she'd ever met. The hand
that had taken hers let go of her fingers, only to come up and twine into her loose red hair,
grabbing a handful of her tresses and pulling her mouth forcefully to his, demonstrating to
her that he could satisfy two women at once. Their teeth grated slightly as his tongue
swirled and dueled with hers, and a low predatory sound came from deep in his chest as his
hand clenched in her hair as if daring her to try to break away.
          In seconds, Jean was hot and trembling with anticipation, the nipples of her pale
breasts tight and aching. Involuntarily, she lifted one leg off the floor, bending it back at the
knee as if pointing her curling toes at the ceiling as she mewed and leaned into the kiss.
          A louder whimper from Storm broke their concentration on the incredible kiss. He let
go of her hair and swiveled the chair around until Storm's spread thighs faced her.
          "It's a bit... uh... snug, but I'm sure we can find room for you somehow." The hand
which had been masturbating Storm left off what it had been doing, leaving Ororo
frustratingly close to a wonderful orgasm. She wanted to bounce up and down on his
incredible prick so badly... perhaps if she simply used her interior muscles...
          The African goddess began to clench the strong muscles lining her anus and vagina,
milking him firmly, but she had no more than begun when he gave her another soft slap on
her derriere, saying, "Ah ah ah! No cheating. You just sit there, and you cum. You're just
here to be my little anal slut. You take... period." Looking up at Jean, he apologized.
          "Sorry, Jean, but Storm here is being taught that it's impolite to tease."
          He shifted his weight, and Jean's eyes were drawn down to the sight of him buried so
deeply in her friend's ass, her glistening snatch just begging for attention.
          His hands came up and began to indent the firm flesh of Ororo's fabulous, full
breasts. Finding her tight nipples and tweaking them once... twice... he took them and
pulled them up until a great share of the weight of each globe was suspended by the tight
brown nub at it's tip. Storm responded with a much louder whimper, and she trembled
violently for a moment as the sensation washed over her.
          He continued to tweak Storms prominent nipples, then let go and simply filled his
hands with her roundness and squeeeeeezed until their owner gave a out a strong moan.
          She trembled again on his lap, the cock up her ass exciting her unbearably, making the
desire for him to fuck her this way almost too much. She felt like crying it was so
maddening. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of reach, as if was like some
balloon that kept being filled more and more... just as her ass was being filled.
          As Jean looked at the scene in front of her, she realized she had to decide what she
was going to do. She wanted to be a part of things, but just how? She had come to be a
part of seducing Quinn, but he was quite thoroughly occupied with Ororo at the moment.
On the other hand, in their current position, her co-conspirator presented an incredibly
vulnerable target. Well, it looked as if she needed to get in close to the action.
          Kneeling down, Jean was able to lean forward and get a perfect close up view of his
erection stretching her teammate's normally puckered hole. She could just imagine what it
would be like... to be held prisoner on a man's cock as it impaled your ass. It made her
shudder with a mixture of imagined pain and desire, but one look at the utter ecstasy
Storm's face made Jean wonder what she might be able to do to make Quinn treat her in
the same way.
          As she knelt there, Quinn's hands caressed the sides of her face gently, then urged
her forward in a manner that said just what he wished her to do... so she gave a contented
sigh as she leaned in and gave Storm an ultimately intimate kiss.
          She and Ororo had done this any number of times since her marriage to Scott had
become "open", but this was much more exciting than ever before. Jean had never eaten
her sometimes lover as she was being taken by the back door, and it was obvious that
Storm approved from the way she gave several rising cries and climaxed.
          As Jean’s tongue flicked across her partner's clit repeatedly, Storm went rigid and
her voice almost choked before she threw her head back and suddenly gave vent to a cry of
release that would have brought most of the house running had Quinn's home not been so
well soundproofed. She began to thrash, and as she did, Quinn's hands took her by her
shapely hips and kept her steady, still holding her captive on his cock.
          "Are you ready to behave now, my sexy little fuck-toy? Hmmm?" He said it softly,
but Jean could hear the words clearly enough, and they sent heat lightning through her.
Every moment made her wish she were the one imprisoned by Quinn in this deliciously
wicked way, and she began to finger herself as she tongued Storm's pussy more eagerly
than before.
          Storm was far beyond the ability to reply. The dual sensations were so outrageous
she had no thought but to simply drag out the ecstasy for as long as she could. She
trembled and gave an occasional involuntary spasm as her muscles shook in response to
the indescribable pleasure coursing through her.
          Taking her silence for agreement, Quinn shifted a bit and said, "Okay, Storm, my
teasing little trollop, I think you’ve learned how to behave yourself. Now you can move.”
          She didn’t need to be told twice. The incredible African beauty knew better than to
start out too fast, but she was impatient. With a loud gasp, she lifted herself up several
inches and then slid back down, fucking Quinn with the tight ring of her anus. Her intention
was to keep it slow, but she found herself moving faster and faster, sliding more and more
of him in and out of her tightly stretched rear entrance. Each thrust made her exclaim with a
sound that mirrored the pain/pleasure she felt as she willingly drove Quinn’s tool up her
greedy ass.
          As soon as Storm started, Jean had to give up on her moving target. Quinn, on the
other hand, was keeping still so that Ororo could set the pace, and this gave Jean a
wonderfully wicked idea.
          Quinn sat back and enjoyed the sensation of Storm slithering her way up and down
his erection, the tight ring at the entrance to her rectum giving him one of the most
incredible fucks he’d ever felt. The way she enjoyed it with such abandon made it
especially sexy.
          Then he felt his testicles move without a hand touching them and he realized Jean
was using her psy to get him closer to her without clumsily reaching in with a hand. It wasn't
at all unpleasant though it was a bit odd not to feel fingers, but then a warm tongue ran up
the front of his scrotum. The next thing he knew, Jean was sucking on his balls, gently
pulling each into her soft lips in turn, her tongue caressing them wantonly as she added to
his enjoyment considerably and held him in place with her gift.
          At the same time, Jean brought a hand up and began massaging the luscious pussy
she’d been eating moments before. Ororo gave a guttural exclamation of simple erotic joy
at this and began fucking herself even harder with Quinn’s firm rod. She started moving
further, sliding farther and farther with each stroke. Soon, she was sliding a full eight inches
of Quinn’s length in and out with each flex, enjoying every single slippery, agonizing inch as
it disappeared into her wonderfully rounded backside.
          In addition to this providing an unbelievable sensation on Quinn’s erection, it also
made her long hair swish up and down him, giving him what he called a “hair job”. Between
Storm’s avid anal performance, the feeling of her silken tresses brushing over his skin, and
Jean’s oral assistance, it was one of the most perfect things Quinn had ever experienced.
He almost lost control and came when Storm suddenly rocketed into a massive
orgasm and slammed herself down on the rigid cock filling her ass.
          "Oh! Huh! Huh! HUH! GUH-Yeaaaahhhhhhh!"
          Jean was caught by surprise as Storm squirted. She'd never seen Storm ejaculate
before (certainly not this closely) and was momentarily stunned by the unexpectedness of it.
But as Storm began to drive Quinn harder into her abused rectum, she repeated her shout
and sprayed yet again as she came so violently.
          Jean gave a laugh of encouragement, her fingers vibrating back and forth quickly
across the lips protecting Storm’s super-sensitive clit. She had to move back from Quinn to
give her teammate room to work, but she kept up her manual assist on both Storm and
herself.
          Jean was so turned on by everything that she was rapidly approaching orgasm
herself, her fingers rubbing small circles over her red-haired snatch. Just a moment more
and she would be joining Storm, though she imagined not quite as spectacularly.
          Then Quinn got back into the action. He asked, "Ready for your lesson's final,
Storm? Here you go..." He seized a large handful of he long hair and pulled as he began
to thrust up into her in a way that brought an exclamation from Ororo each time he drove
home.
          As soon as he started to thrust, Storm froze, letting herself be anally ravaged. Each
time he drove his cock up her ass, she would cry in ecstasy and would squirt again. From
Jean’s vantage, it looked like Quinn was squeezing juice from her, each pounding jab
splashing more cum from her flowing pussy.
          For the first time during the entire episode, Quinn allowed himself to respond vocally
to the incredible sensations he was feeling. The low growl began to swell rapidly until he
gave an unmistakable exclamation that said his climax was seconds away. He slammed
savagely up into the beautiful brown backside of the African goddess willingly suspending
herself above him. Then, with a guttural cry, he pumped his load deep into Storm's
incredible ass. He came with such force that the weather witch could actually feel the way it
jetted inside her… something she had never expected.
          Storm didn't think she had any place for her climax to go, but she discovered she
was wrong. She didn't realize it, but at the moment of his release, Quinn used his
extraordinary talent to trigger her pleasure center more strongly. As a result, she spasmed
so strongly Quinn had to work to hold them both in the chair. Her rectum clamped hard
around his cock as it spat its slick, sticky burden deep within her. Her gasps became purely
bestial, grunting and crying as she soaked Jean's hand yet again as she lost every vestige
of control over her body.
          Jean had been largely an observer for much of this, but she suddenly felt a surge of
pleasure wash over her, stronger than could be accounted for by her simply being the third
wheel. At this, Jean buried her fingers inside her own aching vagina and joined the two in
the chair in their mutual enjoyment.
          Quinn was suddenly aware of some kind of mental surge from within some other part
of Storm's mind, and there was an answering rumble of thunder somewhere nearby.
Knowing this was a bit too strong a reaction, he knew he had to break her
momentum in that direction. He didn’t want to stop her… just redirect full circle to her own
pleasure.
          Abandoning his grip on her hair, he reached around and seized the incredibly hard,
dark nipples crowning Storm’s magnificent chest… and he gave them an emphatic twist as
he pulled her down onto him.
          Her hold broken by the unexpected assault on her breasts, Storm dropped solidly
onto Quinn’s lap. This drove his cock up her ass with such force that she gave a small
scream and bucked as the biggest spasm yet crashed through her. She'd spent every bit of
ejaculate already, but that was no matter. Her body thrashed strongly and writhed again
and again, went taut, then suddenly went limp as she collapsed from the overload on her
nervous system.
          For several moments, there was no sound in the room but the deep breathing of the
occupants.
          Into this silence, Jean said softly, “Do you do this often?”, clearly addressing Quinn
since Storm was still out cold.
          He actually sounded slightly embarrassed when he said, “Umm… it has been known
to happen sometimes. Especially under these circumstances.”
          Leaning in close, she said, “I’d like to try similar ‘circumstances’… just to see if I get
the same results.”
          With a smile and a shake of his head, he told the lovely redhead, “Let me to get a
little less involved here, then I’ll see what we can arrange.”
          By this time, Storm had begun to stir. She gave a slight moan as she came to, then
as she moved slightly, she gave a much louder and more poignant moan since Quinn’s
erection was still filling her ass. Her eyes did not open, but she began to raise and lower
her hips yet again, a pleased smile again tugging at her lips.
          Jean’s eyebrows went up and she muttered, “I definitely want to try those
circumstances.”
          Flattered at her desire to pick up right where they left off, Quinn reluctantly put his
hands on her hips and stopped her.
          “As wonderful as that feels, sweet, I think that Jean would like a bit of attention. Is
that okay?”
          Now that the scenario was over, Quinn reverted to his normal gallant self, treating
her with courtesy, and Ororo was mildly disappointed. She rather enjoyed him calling her
“his little fuck-toy”. It felt so delightfully wicked, especially combined with what they had
been doing at the time.
          “Oooooh….” Storm pouted in disappointment as she slowly pulled him from her
derriere. His cock made a firm, slapping sound as it fell against his abs, and Jean was
pleased to see that her expectations were not going to be disappointed.
          As Ororo carefully climbed off his lap, Quinn rose and turned the tall beauty with the
milk chocolate complexion around to face him.
          “No more teasing… okay?” He smiled at her and gathered her in for a very moving
kiss.
          They broke after only ten seconds (Quinn knew he had another lady waiting), and he
turned to the redheaded wench who had choreographed the seduction.
          “I’m sorry you arrived so late, Jean, but just give me half a second.”
          “Just don’t be gone too long,” she replied.
          He moved quickly to the adjoining bath and the sound of running water told the
women that he was politely cleaning up after what they had been doing. Cheerful humming
could be heard over the splashing of the taps.
          Jean pulled Storm over and sat down next to her on the bed.
          “So, tell me,” demanded Jean.
          Her friend looked at her frankly. “You saw what happened.”
          “Yes. But how was it?” Jean obviously wanted more than an observer’s review.
          “It was… indescribable.” After considering a moment, she continued, “It was like…”
Quinn picked that moment to reappear.
          “Not too long, I hope.” Both women noticed that he was still almost completely
hard… maybe about ten o’clock.
          Hmm… not bad for having just finished up a few moments ago, thought Jean.
Maybe we can skip the rest period and get right back to the main event.
          He wandered over and sat between them on the bed, slipping an arm around each
lithesome armful.
          “If I'd had any idea this was what you two had planned, I'd have made it happen long
before this,” he told them sincerely. “The problem is nobody tells me these things.”
But with Jean in the mood she was in, they quickly fell to more amorous activities
once again.
          Soon, Quinn's cock was getting attention from both sides as each woman slid their
wet lips and tongue up and down opposite sides, then alternated sucking him down while
the other one laved and sucked down lower. It became something of a competition, seeing
which woman could get him the craziest, but both were so good he'd have been hard
pressed to pick which was better. They were both amazingly enthusiastic and uninhibited,
and they clearly enjoyed the other woman being involved. Their extended French kiss with
Quinn's erection in between their dueling tongues was extraordinary.
          Unlike Storm, Quinn didn't make it seem like Jean needed punishment. After all, she
hadn't teased him. She'd gladly carried through without any problem.
          One thing led to another, and soon he was fucking Jean as Storm lowered herself
onto Jean's smiling face. Jean had done this before, but usually when she was working
with Storm, the two of them tended to concentrate on the male involved. It was just their
natural inclination. But with Quinn he tried to keep one of the ladies as the center of
attention.
          Jean certainly had good muscle tone since she worked on him every stroke,
squeezing his tool firmly as she moaned happily, her voice muffled by Ororo's lovely vagina
pressed to her lips. It didn't take long before she'd had two very moving orgasms, but these
seemed to only make her more impatient rather than less, so he moved her around until he
had her in the same “predicament” she had discovered Storm in when Jean had first
entered the room, namely with Quinn balls deep in her receptive ass. Storm stood in front
of Jean, one hand rubbing her female friend's labia, the other rubbing her own as she and
Jean shared a very wet, deep kiss.
          He gladly let Jean lead how she wanted things to proceed, first by action, but then in
a way that surprised him.
          ::Oooh... that's incredible,:: she purred mentally.
          He was used to hearing Columbina in his head, but there was a very different flavor
to Jean's telepathic touch. This was slower than the computer interface, and from a
different spot in his mind, but it carried more emotion since Jean was used to this kind of
union during sex.
          ::I'm glad you like it,:: he sent back sub-vocally.
          Jean gave a surprised gasp and her sphincter clamped down hard on him. It was
obvious Jean had not realized Quinn would pick up her unspoken thoughts, then she
relaxed and grew even more excited.
          ::What a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you to hear me so easily.::
          ::Oh, I might be able to surprise you in other ways.::
          ::Such as...?:: she asked teasingly.
          ::How about this?:: he replied, and he flexed his hips a bit more forcefully and gave
her pleasure center a healthy jolt at the same time.
          ::Oh, my god!:: she exclaimed within, and she shook as the climax he triggered ran
through her like electricity. She could tell he was doing something rather akin to her own
psychic abilities, but on a very different level and focus.
          Aloud she gasped and her eyes shut tight while she trembled all over and soared.
Her right hand came up and she reached behind her until she could grab a handful of
Quinn's long hair and hold on, the other hand going behind Storm's head as their kiss
gained strength.
          ::You like? How about this?:: he sent.
          His hands came up and began mashing her breasts, then moved to the engorged
nipples crowning each magnificent globe. His fingers tweaked and pulled, and Jean
moaned loudly into Storm's mouth. She arched her back as her nipples tightened even
more.
          Just as Jean thought things couldn't get any better, Quinn surprised her by opening
his emotions to her.
          The wave of sexual desire mixed with a love she hadn't ever expected washed
through her, and she cried out wordlessly in joy both physical and emotional. Scott wasn't
psychic and certainly not projective, so this was new for her.
          Her body reacted to this new stimulus in the only way it could interpret her mind's
sudden jubilation and her orgasm suddenly exploded to heights she'd never known. Only
her constant training prevented Jean from expressing what she was feeling telekinetically.
That was just as well since she could have easily brought the house down around them, or
perhaps blown it apart from the inside. As it was, she squirted like a water cannon and
Storm was partially caught by the unexpected deluge.
          Quinn had anticipated something like this since Jean was far more psychic than any
woman he'd ever made love to before. As a result, he wasn't caught by the sudden wave of
telepathic ecstasy that she reflected back at him. He felt it, and though tempted to clamp
down hard on his climax reflex to prevent his body from mimicking hers, he realized this was
as perfect a moment as he could find, so he let himself go and his prick gave a surge as he
pumped a huge blast of cum into her waiting ass.
          Quinn felt the moisture of warm milk from both her breasts, surprised as he'd not
known she was one who lactated.
          Until that moment, Jean hadn't known either.
          He thrust hard with each jet of semen, leaving his link to her mind open so she felt all
three connections, physical, mental and emotional. Because he did, Quinn heard her
thought as he felt her consciousness begin to slip away.
          ::Catch me...::
          He knew she was thinking in mental terms, and he was able to reach out and support
her mind so she didn't black out as Storm had, helping stabilize her and prevent much of
the backlash that caused passing out.
          She felt the surge of reassurance and warmth as it buoyed her up, and it felt as if she
was riding the wave as it slowly receded rather than being sucked under by its turbulence.
          The projection of their climax must have reached Storm as well because even though
Jean had almost stopped working on her, Ororo still felt a sudden swelling of her pleasure
that made her gasp in delight as a wonderful, warm surge of sexual release went over her
and she leaned forward to kiss Quinn because she needed some way of expressing what
she too felt.
          A few moments later, Quinn was laying back on his bed with an incredible woman on
each shoulder, both of them on their sides facing him and smiling happily at one another.
          The relaxed happiness he seemed to be radiating was palpable to both women, and they
snuggled close, pressing against him and enjoying the closeness and amazing intensity of
what they'd just shared.
          Jean looked across Quinn's chest at her friend of so many years, and with a pleased
smile gave her a conspiratorial wink. In terms of the sexual ambush they'd just pulled off,
they could both be justifiably smug.
          Sometimes things just came out even better than planned.

                                                 **********

          Back in the state of New York, Logan pulled up his collar against the chill breeze that
came down the alley behind him. As a Canadian, he was used to colder weather but he'd
been there for several hours already and might have to stay for many more before the
character he sought showed up. Being miserable served no purpose when it was
unnecessary.
          Still, this was where he believed the man who dropped the money at the shop lived.
          This was the kind of building where residents didn't have names next to their numbers and a
concierge minded the lobby. Logan couldn't just wander through and let his nose tell him
where the man might be, so it was likely he'd need to wait until the fella left for work the next
morning, but when he did, he'd be on him.
          One step closer each time. He'd make the connection eventually.
