1 comments/ 7085 views/ 0 favorites Gloves By: ledier The man wore rubber gloves. I could see him dispose of them out of the corner of my eye. He took a few glances left and right and walked off. I felt like walking off too. I had been waiting for almost an hour now, it was bitterly cold and windy, just to top things off. The sun was still on the other side of the world, warming their hearts and completely neglecting ours. Still, I had to wait. She'd said it was important and I'd never heard her say that before. "Wait for me on the bridge" she had said, "I might be late." She was. The remanence of autumn still hung in the air and drifted along the ground. Old orange leaves flew past as the wind blew. The over-night dampness clung to the ground where leaves were flattened by cars and shoes. I could see a leaf sticking out from the bottom of my shoe, I stepped on it with my other foot and moved my leg, but the leaf got stuck to the other shoe. Grating my shoe against the cold moist concrete of the bridge pulverised the leaf. I took a deep breath. The air seemed thick, wet and cold. Winter was here to stay. Idle thoughts occupied my mind while I waited. A young couple walked past, the girl looked sleepy and stumbled a couple of times as they walked past silently. "What could be so important? And why did she know she was going to be late?" I pondered. Maybe she wasn't coming. I turned around and looked at the riverside shops, the whole town seemed dead. I knew where everyone was though, same place I wished I was, in bed recharging for another day. Fog clung to the street lights making them blurry, the light illuminated the thick fog which spread all the way across the water under the bridge to the other side. I blew onto my hands and rubbed them together. Now would have been the ideal time to wear gloves, but I didn't have any. I could hear loud footsteps, women's shoes. That's got to be her. Turning around, I was greeted by a serious face. She was my height, dressed in jeans and a black jacket. It looked like a man's jacket. Her hair was messy and she looked like she hadn't slept for a couple of days. "Sorry I'm late" she said distractedly. "That's okay" I lied. "What's this all about Jane?" "I'll tell you in a second." She wrapped her arm through mine and began walking in the opposite direction to which she came. She seemed so serious and I began to worry. What could it be? She led me to where I had seen the fog, it was even thicker down here. The fog over the water made it look like a swampy lagoon. We sat at the abandoned seats and tables outside a small café. They were wet with condensation. She slumped down into the seat, flung her head back and stared at the slowly disappearing stars. She looked exhausted. I watched her as she exhaled, sat up straight and brought her eyes back down to look at mine. "I caught him with another woman" She said calmly. "I told him to leave the house." "Your fiance?" "Yes" "But it's his house, isn't it?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. "That's the problem. He got angry and told me to leave instead." I was shocked. To me, they had the perfect relationship. They always seemed so happy together. I was jealous of their relationship. Probably because I had always had a slight crush on Jane. But nevertheless, I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. He had proposed to Jane less than two weeks ago. She was over the moon that he had, especially after two years of being together. I had known Jane for what seemed like an eternity. We went to high school together and she was always the most animated and bubbly girl around. But not now, now she seemed surprisingly nonchalant. Maybe she had already cried enough over the situation, or maybe she was going to and it hadn't sunk in yet. "I'm sorry." I said, trying to be supportive "How are you holding up?" "I'm sure I'll find somebody else." She said, looking off into the distance and back at me. "I have to go and get all my stuff from his house when he's at work tomorrow. Do you think you could help me?" "Of course, definitely I will." I said, happy to be able to help her. "Thanks" She said, with a slight smile. "So, what are you going to do now?" I asked, hesitantly. "I.." she paused, looking at me. It clicked, she called me because she wanted to stay with me after this, at my house; and even if that's not what she meant, I was still going to offer. "Oh, you can stay at my house if you'd like." "Thanks." She said again, with the same smile, a heart melting smile, packed with the whole spectrum of human emotion. A single tear ran down her cheek, she dabbed at it with her sleeve. She looked back up at the stars. Moments later she sniffed, wiped her eyes and sighed. "Let's go" She said. We both rose. I went over to her, embraced her and told her softly that it'll be okay, and that I'd be there for her. She kissed me on the cheek and we walked back together, her arm through mine. The fog was disappearing now, and the sun was reappearing, warming our hearts and neglecting the others. Gloves Author's note: Even if it's the only slash-fic I've ever written, it's still slash-fic. Of course it's going to be ridiculous. Enjoy. Rogue brushed the last of the metal fragments off the front of her skin-tight battle costume and flicked the OFF switch—the Danger Room powered down, and shut off anything dangerous that wasn't already broken. She'd made quite a mess of the place. Parts of broken robots rattled and vibrated on the floor, and some fires needed to be put out. As she left the Danger Room, she unzipped the top of her costume from her neck to just above her cleavage, trying to cool down a little. "Who'm Ah kiddin'?" she muttered in her husky Southern accent; despite the way her huge breasts moved up and down, she was barely panting. "Ah hardly even broke a sweat, and that was the best the Danger Room could give me. Ah still got more energy than Ah know what to do with." She didn't have to elaborate on why. She knew better than anyone else that she couldn't touch anyone for more than two seconds without risking the other person's life. It was no wonder she had more pent-up sexual energy than she could possibly channel into the Danger Room. "Ah need a real workout," she murmured fiercely, then lowered her forehead into her hand. She'd intended it as a joke, but it was even truer than she had wanted to admit—and more than a little depressing. It looked like another night of crying on her vibrator's shoulder. As she walked through the halls of the X-Men Mansion, thinking of a hot bath and her Nubby G, a sudden gasp caught her attention. Rogue automatically ducked for cover into a shadowy alcove in the hall, then shook her head at herself. The alcove rested just a few feet from Scott and Jean's bedroom door. The gasp, and more like it, were coming from behind it. "Gawd-dammit, can't they at least wait until the rest of us are outta hearin'?" Rogue muttered. "It's only four o'clock in th' afternoon." Behind the door, Jean gave a cry of ecstasy and Scott grunted with what sounded like the longest male orgasm on record, as if to answer her question, "No, as a matter of fact, we cannot wait. She is lithe and shapely, he is the picture of the ideal masculine physique, and to wait would simply be a waste of precious, bedspring-destroying time." Rogue rolled her eyes and slumped against the wall. The sex noises, which were starting over again, were right. She figured she really should be happy for them, even if it made sense to be jealous, too. Hell, if she had someone she could touch, she'd be doing the same damn thing herself. Over and over and over. Like Scott and Jean. She could still hear the two of them going at it. Jean was breathing in urgent gasps and sighs, as though her hot, wet genitalia were being licked, all the way from the bottom of her pink slit to her clitoris, again and again, Scott's tongue teasing her, inside and out ... Rogue caught herself reaching between her legs, already fondling her breast with her other hand—then shrugged, and let herself continue. Why let them have all the fun? If they were going to broadcast their fucking, then they could live with the consequences. And so could Rogue. Now she could hear both Jean and Scott moaning and grunting, like he was fucking her from behind, squeezing one of her generous breasts while Jean played with her clit. Yeah, that was what they were doing, Rogue decided, sliding her gloved hand inside her suit to tease her nipple and rubbing her crotch through her skintight costume. Scott probably had a long, thick erection that he was thrusting in and out of Jean's wet, red lips, and Jean's nipples must be hard and sensitive now, just like Rogue's, and Jean must be wailing that she was gonna come, gonna come ... Rogue ground her teeth together, desperately trying not to echo Jean's orgasmic scream as her self-induced climax made her entire body spasm with pleasure. "Lordy, that was quick," she panted. "Ah must really need it." Leaning back against the wall, she could see her chest heaving up and down, her costume's front zipper plunging dangerously low. As big as they were—even bigger than Jean's—her breasts were firm and perky, defying gravity almost as much as her ability to fly. "It don't make sense," she grumbled. "Ah got a world-class rack like this, but Ah can't even let anyone touch it. Ah mean, what's the point?" She was so caught up in her subsiding orgasm and in admiring her own body that she barely noticed that the noises from inside Scott and Jean's room had settled down. The bedroom door abruptly opened, and Scott came swaggering out in a pair of hastily-donned jeans. Rogue shrank back into her alcove, hoping that the sex-fogged eyes behind his red glasses wouldn't catch her eavesdropping on him and Jean. She needn't have worried; Scott's slightly shaky legs carried him down the hall without a single look back. "Nice ass on that man," she whispered, then gave herself a mental slap. If she was going to say things like that, she needed to get her own nice ass into her room, where she could act on her thoughts in privacy. She wasn't done, after all, and Scott's ass would be a good place to pick up from where she'd left off. In her own little world, maybe she could have him all to herself. "Yeah, if Jean don't read mah mind about it," she muttered. Well, Jean had no reason to suspect, besides the obvious fact that Scott was gorgeous. Still, Jean was sitting less than ten feet away with only one wall between them, and Rogue wouldn't mind a little more space than that. She pushed off from the wall and walked out of the alcove, pretending nothing had happened. She would just walk down the hall like normal, go straight to her own room, tear her clothes off before the door was even closed completely, forget the hot bath and start – "Rogue? Is that you?" Rogue was torn out of her thoughts and thrown back into the real world, looking up with a jerk that she knew would give her away. Scott had left the door open and Jean was sitting up in bed, sheet pulled up barely over her nipples. "Oh, um. Hi, Jean," Rogue managed weakly. "Rogue, you look so ... flustered," Jean said, almost playfully. "Is something wrong?" "Ah was ..." Rogue trailed off. "Ah, shit. You read mah mind, didn't you?" Jean laughed. "I barely had to, my friend." "Ah'm sorry, Jean, Ah really am. I don't mean to -" "Come in, we can talk about it." Confusion passed over Rogue's face. "Um, okay." She timidly stepped into Jean's room, half wondering how mad Jean would be, and half wondering how soon she could get back to her own room and – "Close the door," Jean said gently. Rogue dutifully shut the door behind herself, still numb with embarrassment for being found out. "Have a seat." Jean put a hand on the edge of the bed, indicating where she wanted her teammate. Rogue uneasily sank down next to Jean, maybe a bit closer than she meant to. "Ah'm sorry, Jean," Rogue tried again. "It's just that –" Jean smiled warmly. "Rogue, you don't have to be sorry. I understand completely. Scott's a handsome guy, and –" She put a comforting hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Well, I can't really imagine what it must be like for you, but I know it can't be easy." Rogue nodded, a bit sullenly, but not as much as she expected. She'd always been too ashamed to talk about how difficult it was to neglect her sexuality, and it felt good to know that someone really understood. Even if she still couldn't bang that person. "But," Jean continued, "the idea of going your whole life without touching someone–" Jean's hand slipped from Rogue's shoulder, and suddenly cupped her breast through the material of her costume. Her tone went from gentle to mischievous: "-isn't necessarily correct." Her other hand dropped the sheet to her waist, and joined her first in squeezing Rogue's pillowy globes. Rogue looked down in confusion, first at Jean's hands, then at Jean's exposed breasts, then at ... Jean's breasts again. "There are ways," Jean smiled. "I just wasn't sure if you'd want me to help you with them until now, and I was afraid to ask." Rogue sat in stunned silence for an instant. She had to fight off the urge to kiss Jean then and there—Gawd bless her—but found that fondling Jean's full, firm breasts was almost as good. Gawd bless her gloves, too. "You see?" Jean asked teasingly. "We just have to be ... careful." Something touched Rogue deep between her legs, right where she needed it. She gasped in pleasure, and saw Jean's smile deepen as she telekinetically stroked Rogue's inner self again. Nothing but Jean's mind was inside her, but oh Gawd, it felt good, having her G-spot gently rubbed while Jean squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples through her suit. Then her clitoris felt it too, the teasing and tickling that she would have been giving it herself if not for Jean. She barely had time to bite her lip against the mounting pleasure before everything else was drowned out by an explosive orgasm. Rogue fell back on the bed, breathing harder than she wanted to admit. "Jesus H. Christ, Jean," she panted, "Ah wish you'da told me you could do that years ago." Jean climbed on top of Rogue's body and grinned seductively. "I'll make up for lost time." A high-pitched tearing sound reached Rogue's ears, and she felt the crotch of her costume split open to reveal her slick labia. She looked up at Jean, her expression asking the question that her mind didn't want to. "Jean?" "Don't worry, Rogue. I told you there are ways." A drawer in the nightstand by the bed slid open, and a pair of latex gloves levitated out of it and onto Jean's long, slender hands. "I've wanted to do this with you for so long, I just couldn't let myself get caught unprepared when I got the chance." Rogue gasped again as she felt Jean's fingers begin gently stroking her inflamed lips—just trailing over her pubic hair, then probing the entrance to her pleasure, then gently deeper between her labia, and deeper again, until Jean was feeling her way around inside Rogue's body, two fingers stroking her G-spot while the thumb traced wet circles around her engorged clit. Rogue's eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure pouring through her body intensified yet again. "The real thing is better, isn't it?" Jean asked playfully. "I would know." Rogue sunk her teeth into her lip to keep from crying out in joy, but managed to nod. "Well, it gets even better." Rogue's tightly-shut eyes flew open as she felt Jean's fingers slide out of her. "What? Jean, Ah was almost there! What are you –" "Ssshhh ..." Jean put one of her clean fingers to Rogue's lips. "I know what I'm doing." As she spoke, Rogue felt a layer of warm lube and a sheer sheet of latex cover her already wet, begging vulva. Jean looked lustfully into her eyes, smiled at the understanding she saw there, and kissed her way down the front of Rogue's costume to where her pleasure waited behind the dental dam. "Hold on tight, baby," Jean whispered, breathing in Rogue's delicious musk, and then kissed her wet, reddening lips just like she wanted to kiss her mouth. "Oh my Gawd," Rogue whispered as Jean's lips and tongue moved over her dripping labia. Jean turned her eyes up at Rogue without stopping her attentions, caught her eye, and smiled through her kisses. "Oh, my Gawd," Rogue whispered again. Yes, Jean knew exactly what she was doing. And then Jean's tongue was inside her, moving and twisting like a dancing snake and making Rogue shudder with pleasure. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she realized that Jean must have had practice at this, and lots of it. She put her hands on Jean's head, guiding her wherever she was needed, although Jean was never far from the perfect place. Jean slid the dam up from Rogue's opening to make room for her gloved fingers, and focused her mouth on Rogue's erect clitoris, licking it, teasing around it with her tongue, gently sucking on it while Rogue went wild beneath her. Jean's gloved fingers touched every hot spot inside that Rogue had never known she had, while Jean's lips and tongue loved her clitoris until she couldn't take it anymore, and finally screamed out in orgasmic release. Jean looked up at Rogue's thrashing, bucking body, proudly admiring her work, still moving her fingers inside Rogue's convulsing vagina to tease out every last trace of pleasure. Finally the orgasm ended, and Rogue lay gasping desperately for air. Jean grinned down at her, telekinetically lowering the costume's zipper and freeing her glorious breasts from the fabric's oppressive confines. "My God, Rogue," she purred. "You are something else." She changed her gloves, laid her hands over Rogue's undulating breasts, and squeezed with satisfaction. "Oh, Jesus," Rogue whispered. "Jean, you don't know how much Ah needed this." "Always happy to help a friend." Jean lifted the dental dam from Rogue's sweetly-aching crotch and placed it, cum side down, over Rogue's mouth. Making sure her insulated hands were between Rogue's picturesque breasts and her own, she leaned down and put her lips to Rogue's beautiful mouth. Rogue wrapped her arms around Jean's naked body, holding her as close as she could with Jean's hands between them while they kissed like long-lost lovers. Finally, Rogue broke the kiss and pulled the dam away from her mouth. "Jean, Ah ..." She hesitated, but only for a moment. "Ah wanna do the same for you." Delight danced in Jean's eyes. "Oh, God, I was hoping you would ask." The dental dam sailed into a small trash can a few feet from the bed, along with Jean's gloves, and a new one rose from the open drawer. "You've made me so hot," Jean whispered. "Oh, God, Rogue, yes please." A hint of doubt touched Rogue's voice as she took off her costume's gloves and replaced them with latex gloves from the drawer. "Ah hope Ah do all right. You know Ah haven't had much chance to practice." "Oh, honey, I know you'll do just fine." Jean lay back on the bed and spread her shapely legs while she telekinetically coated the dam with barely-necessary lube and laid it across her waiting vulva. "Now do me." Rogue didn't need any more encouragement. She bent down to give Jean her first lick, then stopped and smiled, and laid her hands on Jean's chest first. "No need to rush, is there?" she asked teasingly. Jean looked like she might disagree, but she only moaned as Rogue massaged her breasts, licking her fingers and pinching Jean's hardening nipples. "Ooh, you like that, don't you?" One hand left Jean's chest and slipped underneath the dental dam. Jean's lips tensed as Rogue's fingers first touched them, then relaxed as she gently stroked them and slipped inside. "God, Rogue," Jean whispered between sighs of pleasure. "I thought you said ... you didn't have any ... practice!" "Just on mahself, anyway," Rogue answered with a smile. "Ah guess it's workin' for you, too?" "Oh, God yes, it- ah!" Jean gave a sudden cry of pleasure as Rogue's fingers plunged between her labia and deep inside her. "Oh my God, Rogue, oh my God ..." Rogue chuckled to herself and began stroking her fingers into and out of Jean's welcoming vagina while her other hand kept feeling Jean's breasts and teasing her nipples. She hadn't realized it could be so much fun to give pleasure as well as receive it. "Lesson learned," she murmured, watching with wide eyes as Jean writhed beneath her. "What are ya doin' tomorrow, Jean?" If Jean had heard, she wasn't able to answer, although Rogue could guess what she would have said. Jean pushed herself against Rogue's hands as hard as she could, whimpering with pleasure as Rogue indulged her as best she could. Finally, the sight of Jean's beautiful body and the feel of her inner self became too much for Rogue to hold back from any longer, and she pulled the dam back into place. As Rogue's lips touched her through the dental dam, Jean let out a gasp of pleasure and expectation. Rogue glanced up at her, but Jean gently pushed her head down to where her mouth was needed most. Hardly one to disappoint, Rogue obliged her and got to work. The sweet scent of Jean's sex juices filled Rogue's breath as she gently kissed Jean's red, swelling lips. "Oh, my God," Jean's voice whispered above her. "Please, Rogue. Please." Rogue grinned, and pressed her mouth to Jean's hot center, kissing and licking in ways that she hadn't quite admitted she wanted to, until ten minutes before. Gentleness was left behind; Rogue could barely control herself as she gave in and indulged them both, thrusting her tongue as deep as it would go into Jean's inviting opening, thrashing her tongue the way Jean's entire body was thrashing, her fingers exploring Jean's insides and teasing her ass. The heady smell of lust drove her insane as Jean's legs wrapped around her, begging her to never stop, never stop, until Jean's gasps and cries of carnal pleasure became a single drawn-out scream of deliverance as one mind-shattering orgasm after another rocked her spasming body. "Oh ... my ... fucking ... God," Jean moaned hoarsely when she could finally speak again. "Are you sure you've never done that before?" Rogue shrugged, pushing her magnificent breasts together while she admired Jean's post-orgasmic vulva. "Makin' up for lost time. Ah hope Ah wasn't too rough with ya there. Ah wasn't quite as easygoin' as you were." "Oh, no, you were fine. You were great." Jean grinned as her energy gradually returned. "I have a feeling you're going to be doing that a lot. Am I right?" "You're damn right Ah am," Rogue smiled, peeling the dental dam from Jean's sweet skin and tossing it into the wastebasket along with her latex gloves. "Ah wouldn't miss it for –" The door opened suddenly, and Scott walked in. A look of astonishment hit him in the face as Rogue turned around to look at him. "Oh shit!" Rogue squeaked, struggling to get her breasts back into her costume in the midst of her panic. "Scott, Ah am so sorry –" Jean giggled. "Rogue ..." Rogue stopped, her right breast still in her hand, and looked at Jean. "Wait a damn minute." She turned to Scott, whose expression was still half-awestruck, but also half-amused. "You two planned this, didn't ya?" she accused. "Yes, we did," Scott admitted, finally peeling his jaw off the floor. "Jean suggested it after she felt you listening in on us. I just wasn't expecting you to look so good like that. I always knew you were hot, but I never realized –" "You set me up," Rogue said incredulously, her voice creeping with good humor and more than a little interest despite herself. As outraged as she was, she couldn't help noticing the front of Scott's pants. And if they'd planned this, then that meant that she was getting a chance to – "Rogue thinks you have a nice ass," Jean informed Scott. Scott smiled. "Well, the feeling is mutual, if you wouldn't mind passing that message along to her." Jean quirked a smile at Rogue. "Scott says he wants to eat you and fuck you 'til you scream." Scott almost looked embarrassed, but not quite. "That's not what I said." "Last week?" Scott shrugged. "Okay, you got me there." "Then what are ya doin' over there, handsome?" Rogue snapped, finally able to speak again. She pulled the front of her costume open even wider, displaying her glorious assets for Scott's benefit as well as Jean's. "Get outta those pants and come get some." Scott grinned devilishly as his jeans hit the floor, his erection springing up like a soldier's salute. "Damn, Rogue," he said admiringly, climbing next to her on the bed. "You're a goddess." "Why, thank you, darlin'," she replied, thrusting her breasts out at him. "You ain't half bad yourself." Scott lifted the sheet over Rogue's breasts as her heart pounded behind them, and he began slowly running his hands over her soft, sensitive flesh. Gloves "Damn, boy, that feels good," she moaned, arching her back. "You musta gotten good with Jean to practice on." "Can you blame me?" he smiled. "No, Ah can't." Rogue managed to grin through the pleasure as Scott began gently pinching her nipples. "Ah've just been practicin' mahself, and—mmm—Ah can't blame you at all." Rogue winked at Jean, pushed the sheet away, and lay down. "Come on, lover boy," she beckoned, spreading her legs wide. "Can't let Jean have all the fun, can you?" "No, I can't." Scott took the dental dam that Jean handed him and draped it carefully over the opening in Rogue's costume. "Especially not with you." Rogue smiled down at the top of his head. "That's damn ri- oooh ... mmmm ... ah!" Scott didn't bother looking up—he could guess what Rogue's face looked like just then. Instead, he just made sure that her expression stayed that way. "Ah! J-Jesus, Scott, Jean taught you well," Rogue managed to gasp. "Yes, I did," Jean mused, reaching over with newly-gloved hands to fondle Rogue's breasts again. "And he's a very good student." "No sh- Ah! No ki- Ah! No j- Ah! Oh, fuck it ..." Scott just smiled against the dental dam and kept licking. Finally, Rogue took her hands off his head and gently tugged his hair. "Come on up, ya fuckin' godsend," she panted, peeling the latest dam off her labia. "Ah need ya for somethin' else now." "Good," Scott grinned as he rose to his knees, standing at attention the whole time. "I need you for something else now." Jean laughed hungrily. "Let me help you with that, dear," she said, and a condom lifted out of the nightstand drawer and unwrapped itself before sliding over Scott's throbbing penis. "Scott, honey, Ah can't tell you how long Ah've wanted this," Rogue whispered, putting her ankles over his shoulders. "Then you'll just have to show me," Scott said, lifting her ass off the bed to meet him. "Oh, yeah," moaned Rogue as he positioned the head of his manhood at her opening. "Be careful now. You know it's mah first time." Scott looked surprised for a second, then nodded and smiled. "Don't you worry. I will be very good to you." Without further delay, he slowly eased his way into her, one delicious inch at a time. Rogue locked her ankles behind his head, pulling her hips closer to his until he was completely buried inside her. "Oh, my Gawd," she whispered. "Oh, Gawd, it feels so good." "It only gets better," Jean promised, settling back against the headboard to watch. Scott proved her right. His slow, rhythmic thrusts sent the pleasure coursing through Rogue's body the way no vibrator ever had before. While she gasped and grunted with enjoyment, Scott steadily increased his tempo and varied the angles of his thrusts, his face a mask of intensity and pleasure as he plunged into her again and again. Rogue clamped her wet inner walls around his rock hard erection, feeling every inch of friction as a wave of blinding pleasure. His steady motions gave way to a relentless, urgent pounding as she grabbed handfuls of the sheets and slammed herself against him, driving him as deep into herself as she could, grinding her teeth in a hopeless effort to keep back the cries of utter delight that inevitably escaped her and rang from the ceiling. Jean restlessly dipped her fingers into herself as she watched, rubbing her clitoris, panting with desire at the sight of her husband and her friend fucking wildly in front of her. "Oh, dear God," she whispered, her eyes fixed on Rogue's dripping vulva and the way it hungrily swallowed Scott's beautiful erection. "Oh, dear God, I want some, too." An instant later, she was straddling Rogue's face, a fresh dental dam covering her swollen labia. Rogue needed no encouragement; she pressed her lips and tongue into Jean's crotch with total abandon, sparing one hand for her own clit. The sight of his wife's round, quivering ass perched right over Rogue's bouncing breasts and licking mouth drove Scott to vigorous new heights of lust. His thrusts became frenzied and his breath became a series of primal snarls as he felt his skin begin to prickle with impending orgasm—but he'd given Rogue his word, and he intended to be a gentleman about this. He flexed his kegels and hoped he could hold on until she was satisfied. Fortunately, he didn't have to hold on for long. Rogue's senses were on overload from Scott's pounding coupled with her own masturbation while her lips and tongue felt every curve of Jean's womanhood. The stimulation mounted to overpowering levels, and she felt her entire body tense, jerk, and then convulse uncontrollably with her most powerful orgasm yet. Pleasure she couldn't have even imagined wracked her every nerve as she spasmed wildly, contracting around Scott's blessed erection until he couldn't hold his orgasm any longer. The physical intensity of her climax forced Rogue's mouth against Jean's sweet vulva, muffling her cries of orgasm and sending Jean over the edge of physical pleasure, as well. Scott pressed himself hilt-deep into Rogue as he ejaculated inside his condom, his breath coming out in strained grunts that were nearly lost behind Jean's desperate wails of pleasure. First Rogue, then Scott, and finally Jean collapsed onto the bed together in a gasping tangle of physical euphoria. As they regained their breath, Scott was the first to speak. "This just occurred to me," he said slowly. "Am I being paranoid, or did I leave the door open when I came in?" An appalled yet strangely excited look filled Jean's eyes. "Oh, crap." Rogue could barely bring herself to move her tired jaw. "Jean, maybe you should close it before –" "Mein Gott!" cried a German-accented voice from the hall. "- before that happens," Rogue finished resignedly. "Hello, Kurt," Jean greeted their blue-skinned ally who stood in the doorway, frozen with utter shock from his glowing yellow eyes to the end of his prehensile tail. "Um, hallo," he fumbled. "Sorry to interrupt. I'll be on my way n-" "Come in, Kurt, honey," Rogue called sweetly. "Just close the door once you're inside. The next person to walk by might be one of the students." Kurt hesitated for one second, then shut the door behind himself with undeniable enthusiasm. "What exactly is going on here?" he asked, and slapped his forehead at the stupidity of his question. "You were late, so we started without you," Scott answered. "Glad you're finally here." Kurt hesitated, his dark blue skin blushing into an interesting shade of purple. For all his discomfort with the situation, not one of them could deny the impressive bulge in the front of his pants. "I, ah ... Are you sure? I used to be a priest ..." "Used to be," Rogue underlined. "The rest of us are makin' up for lost time. Ah think you deserve to do the same—don't you?" "You make a good point," Kurt admitted, and with that, his three-fingered hands made short work of his clothes. "Me first," Rogue declared, climbing up on all fours and lifting her hips toward him. She saw the look of doubt on Kurt's face and said, "All you need is in that drawer." "You're already up for another round?" Jean asked incredulously. "Ah'm in the prime a' mah life, and Ah've only had sex with one man. What do you think?" Rogue replied. "But if you still need convincin' ..." She spread her legs so Jean—and everyone else—could see her wet, swollen lips. Jean shrugged. "I'm sold." "So am I," Kurt grinned, reaching into the nightstand drawer. "Actually," Scott admitted, "I'm ready to go again, too." "Really?" Jean turned from Kurt back to her husband. "Well, then - Holy shit, you weren't kidding!" "Kurt, honey, Ah think you better make the rounds," Rogue smiled over her shoulder. "Condom for Scott; condom for you; gloves, lube, and a dam for me." "Why? What are you up to?" Jean asked suspiciously as Kurt handed out latex. "Just bend over and do your duty," Rogue answered. "You'll find out." Jean shrugged and smiled as she got onto her hands and knees, massaging Scott's condom down the length of his appreciative shaft. She gently kissed his scrotum, then ran her tongue up his length in one long, slow lick. Scott gave a smiling moan of pleasure as she licked again, and then took his head in her mouth. She'd only been sucking for five seconds when she felt Rogue's gloved hands on her ass, fondly fondling her cheeks. A smile played across Jean's face, and then turned into a look of surprise—and then back to a smile—as Rogue's gentle fingers spread lube and the dental dam over her asshole. "Thanks for waitin' while Ah took care o' things," Rogue grinned up at Kurt, still on all fours. She spread her lips with her fingers. "Now come get your reward." Kurt grinned and slowly pushed his throbbing erection between Rogue's pouting red labia. Rogue grunted with pleasure as she felt him enter her, and then leaned forward and gave Jean's ass its first lick. Jean made a surprised noise of pleasure, muffled by the penis in her mouth, and almost dropped her hand from cradling and stroking Scott's testicles. Rogue giggled at her through the pleasure of Kurt's deep, steady thrusts and reached underneath to play with Jean's clit as she dipped her wonderful tongue into Jean's ass, swirling it in a gentle circular motion as the muscles began to relax. Kurt began pumping into Rogue faster, his prehensile tail lashing wildly. Then a smile broke across his face, and the end of his tail reached into the drawer. A moment later, Rogue gasped as she felt the pointed end of his tail, draped with a dental dam, brush against her clitoris and start slowly teasing around it. She almost moaned Kurt's name, but realized she had already taken her mouth off Jean's ass and determinedly thrust her tongue in again. Jean grunted with pleasure, and barely managed to keep her attention on sucking Scott off. Just the same, she decided, she had to get Rogue all to herself sometime soon. Rogue felt another climax building up inside her, as though every nerve ending she had was pushing an orgasm toward the center of her body, and it was only a matter of time before it exploded. Kurt's thrusts were different, more focused, than Scott's frenzied pounding, but every bit as pleasurable. And the way he was diddling her clit with that tail of his ... The waves of pleasure grew dangerously close to the boiling point, and suddenly far beyond it. With her entire body quivering, her tongue almost slipping out of Jean's ass, Rogue's moans of pleasure turned into the fevered gasps and frantic cries of yet another mind-blowing orgasm. Kurt felt her insides tensing along the length of his plunging erection and let himself go, driving into her with abandon and loving her hot tightness until his aching penis tensed and jerked and unloaded his massive orgasm into his condom. At that moment, Scott groaned and released his own orgasm. Just as Jean felt his condom expand in her mouth and throat, Rogue's fingers and mouth at last became too much for her. Her vulva contracted harshly around Rogue's exploring fingers, her anal sphincter clamped around Rogue's latex-wrapped tongue, and an unbelievable orgasm seized her entire shaking body until she could no longer hold herself up. Her arms and legs fell out from under her as her climax extinguished the last of her strength, and she crumpled into a heap next to a raggedly-moaning Rogue. "... holy ... fuck," she managed to whisper. "Ah know," Rogue answered hoarsely. "Kurt, Ah can't believe you been deprivin' us o' that all this damn time." "Neither can I," Kurt admitted, tossing his tied-off condom into the wastebasket. "I'm afraid I have a debt to repay." Rogue and Jean both nodded with as much enthusiasm as they could manage. "But not today," Rogue said exhaustedly. "Ah'm spent." "Same here," Jean said regretfully. "Ah, schiza," Kurt muttered. "I did get here too late." "I didn't say I was done," Scott pointed out. Kurt's eyes went wide with comprehension. "Really? I hadn't thought you might want to –" "Emma and Ororo aren't the only ones who've guest-starred in our bedroom," Scott explained with a wry grin. "Jean-Paul has been in here more than a few times himself." Kurt smiled and reached into the nightstand drawer again. "Mein Gott," he muttered, bringing out another condom. "How many of these do you have in there?" "Not as many as we did an hour ago," Jean commented, cuddling Rogue through a bed sheet. "Good thing we have another drawer full after that one." "We get a lot of company," Scott explained. "You'll be getting more after today." Kurt unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his already-erect penis. "Am I right, Rogue?" Rogue mustered the energy to lift her head from Jean's chest. "Damn right, sugar." "Let me help with that." Scott picked up the bottle of lube from the bed, poured a generous pool into his hand, and began massaging it over Kurt's latex-clad erection. "Damt, Scott," Kurt half-groaned. "Be careful or you'll get me off before my time." "Oh, I'd have you back up in no time." Scott put his free hand behind Kurt's head as he stroked his growing erection, and brought their mouths together. "Lordy," Rogue murmured from the bed. "Ah never fig'ered him for the type." "Did you figure me for the type?" Jean replied, sitting up for a better view. "Good point." She kneaded Jean's breast contentedly. Scott finally eased away from Kurt, pulling his tongue out of Kurt's mouth last, and turned around. Kurt took another condom out of the drawer and began unwrapping it for Scott. "I don't know if that's going to be necessary," Scott said doubtfully, applying copious amounts of lube over and around his anus. "I mean, you've got me firm, but I think I'm tapped out for the next couple hours, at least." "Oh, I don't know," Kurt said devilishly, hanging the condom from the pointed end of his tail. "Besides, it never hurts to be prepared." "You're right there." Scott smiled and bent over with his hands on the bed. "But now I want you right here." "You and me both." Kurt positioned his waiting erection at the entrance to Scott's ass and put his hands on Scott's hips. Body tingling with anticipation, he slowly pushed forward and slid inside him. Scott grunted with satisfaction as Kurt's latex-covered penis penetrated his ass. The stimulation turned his own firm member fully erect. "Dammit, Kurt," Scott groaned. "I thought priests were celibate, but you feel like a fucking pro." "Well, some of the other priests and I had ... an understanding," Kurt grinned, thrusting in and out of Scott's ass with unhurried pleasure. He took the pre-lubed condom off the end of his tail, reached around Scott's ass, and rolled it down his new lover's engorged penis. "As long as we kept it in the brotherhood, we figured God and the Pope would forgive us." "I bet Bishop wouldn't have minded, either," Jean remarked. "Oh, Rogue, just like that." Kurt and Scott had no more time for words. Scott could only grunt with pleasure as he moved back and forth to meet Kurt's quickening thrusts. Kurt wrapped his tail around the base of Scott's penis and scrotum, forming a natural cock ring as he pumped his fist up and down his friend's throbbing shaft. The tip of his tail massaged Scott's testicles as he plunged his manhood into Scott's well-lubed asshole, until Scott could no longer hold himself back, and ejaculated the last he had to offer into his condom. Kurt moved his hand back to Scott's side, bracing himself as he pounded harder and harder into Scott's ass, feeling the full length of his erection tense and pulse with building orgasm. His groans became harsh grunts of intensity, until he released himself at last inside Scott's quivering ass. Scott let himself down onto the bed, gasping with exertion and gratification; Kurt followed on top of him, slowly withdrawing himself from inside Scott and kissing the back of his neck. Jean fondly tousled Rogue's hair, then leaned over to slide her husband's condom off for him. "That was a very nice show," she purred, and kissed him on the lips. "Maybe you and Rogue can join in next time," Scott said breathlessly, for more than one reason. Kurt dropped his own condom into the trash can and fell back on the bed, reveling in the satisfied glow that radiated through his body. "Yes, Rogue. Since you can, after all." Rogue grinned as she nodded, but there were also tears in her eyes. After all her years of loneliness and frustration, there really was a way she and her friends could get close to each other. The latex hadn't really separated them at all—it had brought them together.