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The Summers Drive: Record A Video For Rogue
🕑 Added 2020-06-01 23:56:00 +0000 UTC
Remy LeBeau fucked in a daze, half unable to believe the horny young woman writhing underneath him was Rogue. He was only slightly more sure that he was actually fucking her—that Rogue could control her powers, that she was his wife, and most of all, that she was ecstatic about it. Rogue had always been flirty, coquettish, but who would’ve dreamed that given the chance, she’d be as sexual as she’d always played at? As he’d always hoped?
She felt so good to him that tears ran from his blackened eyes. He came, the orgasm gripping his body like an electric shock. His flesh jerked uncontrollably with each spurt of cum that Rogue’s quivering sex demanded from him. He crushed himself into her, smothering her, grinding her into the bed. Their bodies were fused; he wanted to take every piece of her into himself. He’d never felt so close to a woman. He’d never thought his restless soul could feel so satiated.
Remy gave a sharp grunt and Rogue knew that he was finished coming. “No,” she sighed, feeling his wonderful cock pull free from her. “Not yet!”
She felt deserted—empty—forlorn—alone. A couple of jerks into her cunt and Remy was finished. He fell down next to her, panting.
“Je t'aime, je t'aime. Oh oui, je t'aime.”
Rogue took a deep breath and consoled herself. She felt good all over, warm, exhilarated, and satisfied—to a point. She could’ve gone for another hour, the way she felt. But it only made sense. After a lifetime of seduction and debauchery, as much as he loved her, Gambit was blasé about sex. He couldn’t understand how much it meant to her. While she had what felt like eons of being untouched to make up for. Her appetite seemed insatiable.
Leaving Remy to unspool, she went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water onto her face and her chest, washing the sweat from her naked body. Then she slipped back into bed with Remy. He stirred a bit but didn’t wake from his exhausted sleep.
Rogue didn’t mind. She knew that thanks to her theft of Ms. Marvel’s powers, she had quite a bit more stamina than Remy did. It was by no means the worst punishment she might’ve merited for that crime. Even if it seemed uniquely ironic to her, something straight out of Dante’s Inferno. Now that she could have sex, she literally couldn’t get enough.
For a moment, Rogue ran her hand over Remy’s still body. She was ready for another round and he was hard to resist, his naked body firm and supple, his unshaven jaw giving a rakish edge to a body and face that otherwise could’ve been boyish, even pretty. She wanted to feel that stubble scratching between her thighs, but Rogue knew he was too tired. After the exercise she’d put him through, he’d well-earned being dead to the world.
Her phone beeped. Giving one last look at Gambit and seeing that he was well and truly comatose, Rogue picked it up. It was a message from Scott. He’d sent her a video.
Thinking nothing of it, Rogue played it.
At first, there was no video, just blackness. But she could hear something, a slushy, liquid repetition. Rogue, her curiosity piqued, stared at the blank screen until suddenly it was displaying an image to go with the noise.
Scott Summers was jacking off.
He stood nude in the middle of his office, his sculpted body tight, tense, absorbed in the pleasure he was evidently feeling. His handsome face held a look Rogue had never seen on it before. In his hand, he clutched his long, hard erection. He pumped it slowly, his eyes squinted shut, his teeth clenched, his face contorted with ecstasy.
Rogue had downloaded enough porn to have seen a man masturbate before, but never anyone she knew, especially not someone she’d crushed on. A part of her was scandalized. Some of her was simply shocked. And a big piece of her was outright thrilled.
Her heart raced. She felt a heady sense of voyeurism fill her. She trembled, eyes wide, and watched Scott handle his immense cock. Rogue thought to look away, thought to shut the phone off, even thought that her husband Remy was lying asleep in bed right next to her. It made no difference. She kept watching.
Rogue was fascinated by the way Scott jerked off his erection, the way precum bubbled and leaked at the tip, rolling down the shaft onto his clenched hand.
Then she heard him whisper. “You like that, Rogue? You sweet little slut, you want this?”
Her heart rocked furiously against her ribcage. He’s saying my name. He sent this to me. He’s thinking about me!
Scott pumped faster, his jerks throwing flecks of precum from his erection. Rogue watched intently, shaking all over. Why had he sent her this? Why was he interested in her when he had Emma? Did it matter? Her pussy felt alive once more, slick and wet and on fire, almost like she was being fucked all over again.
“Yeah, Rogue, you nice little fuck,” Scott gritted out, pumping harder—perhaps showing Rogue how he’d use her, force pleasure out of her, if he had her to play with instead of his own cock.
The more Rogue watched, the more she liked what she saw. Even though she loved Gambit, even though she had just enjoyed sex with them, there was something about seeing Scott like this, his cock a bar of iron, his hand pumping it ruthlessly, that thrilled her almost to the point of orgasm.
“Take it, Rogue, take it!” Scott whispered again.
Her pubic hair was soaking wet now, her pussy itching and flaming. Rogue couldn’t help herself. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping that would do something to relieve the pressure she felt. It only mounted more and more.
Scott kept going faster, drawing her attention more. His hand was a heated blur now. Rogue stared. Precum flew from his throbbing erection. Rogue spread her legs open so far that she nudged Remy, but fortunately he didn’t wake. It would’ve been easier if he had, maybe.
She reached down and rubbed between her legs. Instantly, her whole body was trembling with excitement.
“Rogue, you hot little bitch,” Scott said softly, his eyes still closed, his sunglasses dark, but his expression full of tightly controlled pleasure.
He’s thinking of me, Rogue thought. He’s playing with his prick and he fucking wants me!
Scott fisted his prick with a furious rhythm now. The sight had Rogue so hot that she thought her pussy might catch on fire. She was torn between wanting to be repulsed by this obscenity and wanting to come to the sight of it. She couldn’t do either.
Just seeing Scott—her friend, her leader, her teacher—masturbating like this held her under a sort of spell. She kept watching and she kept rubbing her little pussy, like he was making her do it or like they were doing something together.
Scott still beat off wildly. He didn’t seem even close to coming. It seemed like he might never come. Rogue heard the wet slurping sound of his hand traveling over his cock, a sound that intrigued her, excited her. She wondered if her mouth would make that sound as he fucked it—her tits—her cunt.
She drove two fingers into her pussy, truly joining him in his debauchery, even if he were miles away. It felt amazing, far better than her self-satisfaction ever had in the past. It was because she wasn’t fucking herself, Rogue realized. Scott was fucking her. He was just using her fingers to do it.
Scott’s body stiffened. His hand jerked frantically.
“Rogue, Rogue!” he cried.
Then he came. It was like a fire hydrant had been opened. A thick burst of his cum spurted out of his cock, flew high into the air, and splashed down on the floor.
Oh geez… Oh my Lord… look at that… look at how much…
She fingered herself faster, but it was pointless. Rogue was pulled along by Scott’s orgasm, sucked down into the release of it. Her own body stiffened, her hips jerked forward, and she climaxed. The mad ripple spread through her, clenching every muscle in her fine young body. She felt more than satisfied. She felt exhausted.
Her eyes gaped at the sight of Scott throttling his gushing cock, his awe-inspiring completion.
“Ah, Rogue—oh shit, Rogue!” he gasped. Her own orgasm felt like it could go on forever. She reveled in the wonderful completeness of it, enthralled by Scott’s masturbation, the ejaculation that had been meant for a warm woman but been wasted on the floor. It struck her as nearly tragic.
Scott finally slumped down, spent, his chest heaving, his body covered with sweat. Rogue quickly turned her phone off, the risk of alerting Gambit now flooding in. She set her phone down, then hid it in a drawer of the nightstand like it was some radioactive material she needed to be shielded from.
She was still trembling, still shaking, as she laid down under the covers. Her lust returned quickly, like a flame being rekindled. She was just as aroused as before, only now tormented by the thought that there was a salve for her condition. Because why would Scott have sent that video to her if he didn’t want to fuck her? Maybe it was one of Emma’s games—an invitation to participate in some depraved sexual festival. But it’d be worth putting up with Frosty to get a night with all that…
She went to sleep thinking of Scott; wondering how many times he’d masturbated to her.
***
Soaking a washcloth, Scott rinsed himself off in his office’s bathroom, then dressed again. He wetted another washcloth and dropped it onto the droplets of cloudy cum he’d splattered on the floor, mopping it around with his foot. As he did it, he checked the messages on his phone—naturally, he’d not wanted to be interrupted as he returned the favor to Rogue.
He had two voicemails. One from Emma and one from Jean. He played them in order.
“Scott, you know who it is. Before you leave, I’d like you to come see me in the Stepford Cuckoo’s dorm. The girls have always looked up to you—something of a father figure, since you’re dating me—and I think they want to do something to impress Daddy. Obviously, you don’t want to miss that. Do hurry.”
Scott clenched his jaw and moved onto the next message before he could think about that first one too hard.
“Hi Scott, it’s Jean. I heard you were taking me with you—what makes you think I’m up for a road trip? Just kidding. It’d be nice to get you all to myself for a change. But first, could you be a dear and come see Ororo and I in the hangar? You know how it is with airplanes—always show up to the gate an hour early. ‘Ro has a parting gift for you and I’d love to see you take it. Get it. Whatever. Unless you’re busy. Don’t be busy. Hugs and kisses, Slim.”
Scott shut off his phone and stooped to finish the mopping up. Emma and the Stepford Cuckoos or Jean and Ororo Munroe? He wouldn’t be so craven as to think either of those engagements had a sexual component, or to try to decide where he should go based on that prospect of sex…
But that still left the question: should he get his mission with Jean off to a good start by visiting her, or assuage Emma of his care for her by going to whatever she had planned with her little coven?
It made him glad he’d fucked Betsy so thoroughly that morning. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to get away from the mansion without her putting any demands on his time.
A. Go see Emma and the Cuckoos.
B. Go see Jean and Storm.
Comments
Shendude
Well, that was fun.
Spartans300
Hmm, I think that Mystique was the one who sent the video to Scott as Rogue and that's why Rogue was shocked to learn about Scott's reply.
Mobofair
There's a scene with her coming up that you may be able to see coming, if you're paying attention.
Keeper
Speaking of "daddy Scott", wonder what Rachel thinks of all this
drdoom39
C. First A. then B. !
