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🕑 Added 2017-10-02 21:38:41 +0000 UTCThe X-Men sat in a circle around the clearing of the greenhouse, which looked different indeed since Ororo Munroe had come to the mansion and chosen it as her personal domain. What once had been a staid attic collection of flowerpots was now a virtual jungle, with grass growing from a layer of soil compounded into the floor. The skylight had been opened, letting in the moonlight and letting out the smoke of the fire that the X-Men were assembled around. Colossus, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Banshee, Cyclops, Polaris, Havok, and herself. All of them were quiet, but Scott and Jean communicated by telepathy. Jean thought she sensed something that Scott was withholding from their mental link, but she could not think of it as a violation of their privacy. After all, Scott had shared with her how he had, more than once, come across Ororo as she was exercising her lax attitude toward nudity.
Jean had to admit, her friend was a beautiful woman. She could not be jealous that Scott’s memories of her nakedness were virtually glowing. If Scott and she weren’t involved, she would’ve been happy for him to be with a woman as stunning and as moral as Ororo. Fortunately, though, Ororo was a little closer to goddess than mortal, and Jean thought her culture’s conception of godhood wasn’t that… Greek.
What did Ororo say this was about? Jean asked into Scott’s inner monologue.
Just that she still carries the role of weather goddess from the tribe where she was worshipped and she has to enact their rituals.
Anything else? All I’m picking up from the others is something about fertility deities.
It’s not uncommon for weather deities and fertility deities to overlap.
Finally, footsteps were heard approaching. A tall, gaunt, black woman of a statuesque beauty entered in the middle of the circle. She had enormous blue eyes which made a striking contrast with her dark skin. She stared around slowly, allowing her eyes to rest on each person individually. When her eyes rested on Scott, Jean thought she saw a slight quiver of the muscles at the base of the woman's throat. Then the blue, cat-like eyes were holding her own...
The X-Men stared up at Ororo as she stood outlined, still as a statue in her long white gown. They stared impassively. No one moved. There was a lifeless quality about the group that sent chills along Jean's spine. She hadn’t realized that everyone was so in awe of Ororo.
A drum began beating abruptly as if from deep within the very heart of the earth on which they were sitting. It beat slowly and softly, its monotonous rhythm filling their ears as with the intensified sound of their own heartbeat. Then the tempo increased and it grew in volume. The deep sound echoed through the thick bushes surrounding them.
A second drum joined the first at a higher pitch. Then another at still a higher pitch. All three drums now beat in unison as if played by one hand. The rhythm was electric.
Then they stopped as suddenly as they had begun. The abrupt quiet was louder than the beating of the drums had been.
Jean looked about her. Ororo had not moved. Now she walked to the fire and someone began a low chant in a strange language. The chant was taken up by more and more watchers until all were singing the guttural syllables in a low, hypnotic voice.
The chant too was ended abruptly. Ororo mouthed some phrases and the chanting began again. It is like a litany, Jean thought, and Ororo is the High Priestess.
A strong drink that tasted somewhat like rum was passed around and the X-Men were taking turns inhaling deeply on a long thin pipe exhaling a sweet, pungent smelling smoke. Everyone seemed to be in a sort of catatonic state, not smiling, not frowning, just sitting there expressionless.
Jean noticed that Scott took his turn like the others, sipping some of the brown drink and taking a long drag on the pipe. Then, the gourd and pipe were passed to her and she hesitated, not knowing what to do.
"Try it," Scott told her in a low, persuasive tone.
"No... no... really," she said. "I don't care to."
"It will make the evening more pleasant if you do," he laughed reassuringly. "As long as we’re humoring Ororo, you might as well enjoy yourself, right?"
Jean was not so sure, but she hesitantly took a sip of the strong liquor. It wasn't too bad. Even tasted somewhat good, strong and warm as it went down her throat. She took the pipe and pretended to take a long drag, then handed it back to Scott.
"Come Jean," he urged her softly. "Take some more, don't be afraid..."
She couldn't fool him and even though she was afraid of the effects it could have, she took a small puff. The pungent smoke filled her lungs and she coughed. The taste was quite acrid and she thought she might get sick, but she didn't. Scott watched her closely, moving his cushion nearer to hers, his dark eyes taking in every move she made.
Ororo was swaying back and forth to the music, undulating her hips. Her loose white robe clung to her magnificent figure as she moved. She was so tall, with long, powerful legs, well rounded hips and a narrow waist. Her breasts appeared to be quite full and pear shaped and they jiggled slightly as she moved, revealing the fact that she was not wearing anything under the robe.
Her expressionless face wore a mask of defiance or tragedy while her hypnotic blue eyes flashed an inner fire.
She walked around the circle of spectators, moving slowly, sensuously, like a strong, graceful feline, letting the men present admire the sleekness of her firm body. Her hips were swaying gently and the tie of her robe loosened slightly. The garment fell apart, revealing a few inches of her bare dark bosom, just enough so that the firm roundness of her flesh could be seen.
She stretched her arms outward as if she were invoking some deity and at the same time daring her robe to come apart. As she moved, her long, black-skinned legs were visible where her robe separated just below the waist.
Jean watched her, fascinated, and so did Scott, for their friend moved so gracefully, and so sensuously. Her hands moved to the tie on her robe and one could feel the tension in the group as she undid the string that was holding the garment together and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
All the people present were breathing rapidly, enthralled by the movements of the priestess. Her hips were full-fleshed and solid, the bulge of her thighs was soft and cushiony. Her pelvis undulated forward and back, teasing, taunting, daring the men with the dark patch between her legs, posing with her legs apart so that all could look up between her naked thighs and view her fully.
Her nipples stood erect like blackberries on her heavy, firm breasts as they quivered to the rhythm of her dancing. Her buttocks trembled and she stood in one place for just a moment and let her body shake all over, the flames playing on the smooth dark flesh, making of Ororo a vision of supernatural beauty and power.
The weather goddess looked like a mirage, so beautiful and entrancing that it was difficult to believe that she was real. Her hands cupped her pear-shaped breasts and pushed them up, holding them proudly upward, letting all admire their fullness, their firmness, and she gave the audience several minutes to absorb this pose, letting all realize exactly what she was offering them.
Jean squirmed down against the cushion, feeling its rough edge push her dress and panties into her crevice. She rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moistening lips of her vulva. Her body rocked on it rhythmically—in concert with the writhing girl swaying in the eerie light of the fire. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties she was wearing.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Scott next to her to make sure he hadn't noticed; but he seemed so engrossed by the spectacle that he had paid no attention. Then she felt Scott's arm behind her, waiting. Without thought, she relaxed against it and made no protest when his hand came to rest heavily on her left throbbing breast.
The musky odor of Scott's cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her further. It had a rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer as the taboo excitement rippled through her and she was careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed between her fevered thighs.
Ororo reached a wicker basket, from which she removed a long, black snake that wiggled restlessly, undulating and writhing, weaving its head and body in nervous coils. At the sight of the snake, a ripple of excitement swept the onlookers.
Jean tensed in momentary shock and only Scott's firm grip on her now throbbing breasts kept her from running away from the clearing. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the erect bud of her clitoris as she squirmed downward, the cushion edge forcing the set band of her panties deeper into the split of her crotch. She bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs. It was all so pagan… so different…
Ororo stood in the wild flicker of the fire and ran her hands over her hips and thighs, bending to caress her smooth, trim calves. The men gasped as she revealed the firm plumpness of her buttocks and the dark crevice with the tiny anus nestled there mysteriously. Eyes were popping out in the darkness, absorbing the erection of her nipples, the cleavage of her buttocks, and the spot between her legs where each male wished that he could bury himself.
The priestess moved her legs out and around in a circular motion, uncaring of the black, hideous snake coiled around her throat, her vee catching the dancing flames of the fire as they played on her completely naked body.
Her face was contorted with an expression of lust and desire, almost of pain, her body moving faster and faster as though she were working up to an orgasm and the music of the drums grew louder and louder.
Scott's hand was now resting on Jean's thigh and she did nothing to stop him. She could feel his fingers tighten and loosen on her skin each time Ororo rocked her hips forward as though she were offering her treasure to every man sitting around the fire. It was impossible to watch and not want to touch her, press against her, take her, and it was obvious that all the men were just waiting for the first one to make a move. They rocked back and forth, pressing their legs together to control their erections that were rapidly becoming more and more obvious. But surely, no one would dare touch the priestess, for Ororo seemed to be having intercourse with some powerful deity.
Jean felt that the drink and smoke had dulled her senses and yet at the same time intensified them. It didn't matter if this was wrong or not, she found the situation sensually exciting, animalistic and she was enjoying it. She could feel a tightness growing in her loins, a desire that was becoming stronger and stronger, so she leaned back, supporting herself against Scott's shoulder.
He took this as an encouragement and his hand slipped even further up on her leg, reaching well beneath her skirt. She was enjoying the power she held over him now, she wanted him while he watched the other girl dance, and it was a strange, almost sadistic feeling of control that she was experiencing. She knew that the whole set-up was affecting her, but she had such a warm glow, such a sensual feeling that the only thing that mattered was that she was a woman and she wanted a man... any man.
Ororo undulated and writhed for several more minutes, then collapsed to the floor, her legs slightly apart, her breast jiggling each time her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
A white rooster was handed to Ororo. A knife flashed in the wicked light of the fire. Ororo rose. There was a great arching motion of her black arm holding the knife. Then, the bird's head fell to the ground.
Ororo quickly held a gourd bowl under the still flapping and palpitating bird's neck and collected the creature's lifeblood as it streamed out. The matter-of-fact slaying awed Jean who now realized that she was witnessing a sacrificial rite. Her head was whirling. The fire was giving off a pungent fragrance.
Ororo was now drawing a circle on the ground in which she sprinkled a few drops from the bowl. She sprinkled some of the liquid on the fire which blazed fiercely all of a sudden. The tempo of the drums increased to a deafening volume.
Ororo raised the bowl of rooster's blood to her head and drank from it, the morbid, red life fluid running in awesome streams along her neck. The watchers moaned in unison. Then they were still. Ororo dipped her fingers in the bowl and sprinkled a few drops of blood over the fire. Again the flames blazed in renewed fury.
Scott's hand moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly under the thin material of her dress. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotated against the mound of her crotch, unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. Jean pressed harder against the cushion, knowing that Scott would think she was trying to escape his fingers and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the edge into her own wet slit.
The flood between her thighs was wetting her dress now and she could feel the warm wetness on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there. As Scott's fingers worked more firmly at her crotch, indecision rose again, but the pleasure rationalized away the danger. Scott could not—without forcing her—get where he aimed. Jean didn't think he'd try, not Scott, all rules, all regulations. It felt wickedly good... only pleasure and no danger. It was heavenly...
Her eyes strayed back to the strange spectacle taking place in front of her unbelieving eyes.
The snake was hissing and twisting now as if in fury. Ororo seemed completely unconcerned by the hideous contortions of the animal. As she drew figures in the dirt by the fire, the X-Men began weaving their bodies from side to side.
Goose pimples broke out all over Jean’s pale body. What was she doing at this barbaric rite? What strange rite was this that used living sacrifices to its gods? Wild thoughts raced through her feverous mind as she surrendered herself at the same time to the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body, for now Scott had thrust his left hand between her buttocks and the cushion on which she was seated, and his fingers searched in the crevice of her ass.
A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. A glance at the others told her that they were anything but interested in what she might be doing. The X-Men were too entranced by the captivating spectacle taking place in front of their eyes.
Scott's hand became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probings. He hooked his middle finger to slide her dress up the backs of her thighs so that he could penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could feel already the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the cushion.
The snake clung to Ororo’s dark, gleaming shoulders, its hateful head darting and body writhing. She looks like a prehistoric shaman, Jean thought, watching the woman. Ororo's hands rose above her head and came down with a snap as she began chanting in a queer, distorted voice that tended an even more eerie quality to the show.
The people swayed from side to side, as if answering her chant with one of their own. Jean shrank in terror. The chanting and drumming ceased abruptly. Ororo screamed. Her body twisted and gyrated as if possessed of ten thousand devils. Her face contorted into terrible grimaces. Every muscle and nerve seemed alive and in motion. She was taut from head to toe.
She grasped the snake from her shoulders and held it before the fire. It wiggled frantically. Then, holding the serpent at arm's length, she brought the hideously awful head with its unblinking blue eyes towards her face and kissed it.
For one seemingly eternal moment, her warm lips clung to the cold mouth of the creature. Then she was spinning and twirling and stamping on the hard beaten ground while the drums beat a mad crescendo and the people chanted and stamped their feet in rhythm.
Ororo passed the snake back into the basket and tossed a handful of white powder into the flames. The fire died down, then flared brighter than before.
While Scott stared as if hypnotized, Ororo scooped up her white robe, held it high about her and walked into the fire and crossed it, her bare feet flattening on the red embers to stand unhurt on the other side of the flames.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!" Scott repeated again and again, his eyes glued to the fascinating scene.
Ororo was putting more powder on the burning logs. The fire flared. The drum beats became more sensual. The X-Men were all plunged in a semi-hypnotic state now. Here and there, one of them would rise to his feet and move his body to and fro as if pulled by some invisible strings. Lorna jumped from her seat, clawing frenziedly at her clothing, ripping the garments away from her body. Her lush, voluptuous breasts were bared. They pouted and swayed as she danced in a trance.
The girl's eyes were glazed slits. It was too much for Alex. He got to his feet with a mighty lunge and clasped and clawed at the writhing girl. With a savage motion, his steely fingers closed over the girl's hard young breasts and in a wild motion, he brought her to him. His huge cock stood rigidly in front of him, ready to spear her. Then they were weaving and threshing together. They fell to the earth locked in a savage, primitive embrace. And there, on the ground, their struggle synchronized and exploded in a pagan rite of lust.
Jean could feel her dress rising faster now. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as the dress slid upward more rapidly in response to Scott's hooking finger. Suddenly, she gasped aloud. There was no more dress. Scott's hand covered all of the wet band of her panties and was snaking under the elastic legband and worming into the moist folds of her soft pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some telltale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled sex became accustomed to the invading finger inside it..
The young woman caught her breath and held it. Alex and Lorna were clutching and clawing and clinging to each other, twisting this way and turning that other. The drums boomed and thundered. And coming from everywhere at once was Ororo's weird chanting, rising above the noise and confusion.
The scene took on an unreal quality for Jean. In spite of herself, she found she was drifting along the emotional tight rope with the rest of the people at the voodoo ceremony. She could feel her body tightening and tingling oddly as Scott fondled her more and more intimately. She could feel the moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly into her crotch. Scott's fingers moved in circles inside her, expanding her tight little hole with each teasing rotation.
Jean was almost out of her mind now. She didn't think she could stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. Her lips parted and her eyes glazed. She could feel her body trembling violently. She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her contracting vagina, and the long finger fucking into her cunt was just too much! She needed a mate!
A couple was gyrating in ecstasy at her feet. There was no shame here. Only uninhibited passion and the unbridled expression of animal lusts.
The drums were calling, telling her exciting things, moving her towards new horizons, wider dimensions. Her flesh shuddered deliciously under Scott's expert touch. She burrowed deeper against him, feeling the hard vigor of his body, the overpowering hunger tearing at her vitals.
But even in the midst of this maddening situation, Jean could hear the tell-tale noise of a zipper being ripped open, and without having to turn her eyes to the source of the screeching, metallic sound, she knew that Scott had opened his fly and had taken his steaming cock out of its confinement. A moment after, she felt the slow pumping motion made as he, with his free hand, glided the loosened flesh of his erected cock up and down its shaft.
The notion that Scott was now sharing her sexual pleasure gave a sudden and unexpected boost to Jean's own excitement. She had to fight against the crazy impulse to reach over with her hand and grab Scott's blood-filled prick, and thus relieve him from his self-gratifying task, doing for him what he had been doing for her.
"Mmmmmhhhhh!" She couldn't help to utter a low, guttural sigh which emerged from deep within her chest. She closed her eyes and let her head fall slightly backwards, and all her mind-power concentrated in the strong sensations of electric pleasure she was getting from Scott's thorough frigging.
She allowed her thoughts to wander a bit and, naturally, in her foggy mind soon Scott's thick, long finger became a fast moving cock, disembodied and detached from its rightful place in the male body, but nevertheless wickedly alive within her quivering cunt.
Instinctively, Jean opened her thighs a bit more to allow more room for Scott's arm to reach within her legs and pursue his masturbatory maneuvers more successfully, and immediately she felt him moving slightly to accommodate his hand to a more comfortable position.
Scott's heavy breathing was now coming clearly to reach her senses, and it gave her a renewed surge of excitement which made her flowing juices pour abundantly and trickle all over the man's hand, making a puddle and wetting the rolled-up material of her dress, tucked against her ass.
It came gradually, the spasmodic explosion of her wanton pleasure; building itself up bit by bit in a plateau of vibratory bliss within her belly, in an ever-increasing curve of desire and much-sought-after fulfillment. Then, it was finally triggered by a jerk of Scott's hand, followed by a series of violent, vibratory movements, all of which told Jean that her partner had then reached the peak of his own orgasmic gratification.
"Aaaaahhhh!" An involuntary moan was uttered from Jean's throat as she, too, attained the climatic end of her sexual thrill.
She remained still for a moment more. It was true that she had achieved an orgasm, but she soon realized that if it had, indeed, appeased her momentary sexual cravings, it certainly had not succeeded in killing her desires completely. Her body still claimed for more. It demanded a total unity with the man who had begun to excite her sex-starved body to this point of lustfulness.
She was certain that her already-weakened will could not come to her rescue and she would soon be asking, pleading with Scott if necessary, to put his cock inside her and let her have what had been hinted at the whole evening. Jean felt that a wave of compelling frustration was surging from deep within herself, urging her to seek a total fulfillment of her passion.
But now Ororo approached, on all fours, her face a little wicked and hungry, smiling at Jean as if there was some secret that they shared, and as she swayed in time with the tempo, Jean could see the heaviness of her full breasts swaying freely.
“In Kenya,” she said, “the priestess and the chieftain show their unity by letting the spirits possess them. By acting out an age-old rite…”
She put her hands on Scott’s broad shoulders. Cyclops must have been told what to expect, or just didn't care, because he showed no surprise as the beautiful black woman began running her hands lasciviously over his body. The two of them danced together for a moment; Scott seeming to enjoy the physical touch of the aggressive woman.
Ororo continued: “Male and female, black and white, life and death, wands and cups. The penetrating and the receiving. The pleasure of conquest and the pleasure of submission.”
Jean blinked her eyes to see the two bodies of the dancers pressed tightly together back to front, and then the black woman's hands traveled sensuously to where her partner's shirt was hanging open unbuttoned in the front.
Jean groaned as she watched the now savagely smiling woman lower her voluptuous curved body to Scott’s chest and, still swaying her ebony buttocks sensuously in time to the drum music, kiss each of his nipples. Never once did he flinch or take his eyes off sensuously swaying breasts.
Ororo simply smiled, paying very little attention to the crowd now gathered around her and her massive swinging breasts rocked back and forth as she shook her body to the increasing tempo of the music. Her eyes locked on her young victim's face, the black woman slowly dropped to her knees, her body still swaying sensuously from side to side and her hands running down from Scott’s shoulders to his slender hips. With a sudden movement, his pants were undone and pulled off and flew into the air.
Still on her knees, Ororo began running her lips lightly over Scott’s hard-muscled stomach. Scott played along with this unnatural affection, continuing to sway back and forth, tiny beads of perspiration forming on his back and rolling down over his firm tensed buttocks.
Ororo's lips dropped to his pelvis and Jean could see her thick red tongue licking lewdly at his erection. Scott stared down at the slavering woman and taking her by the white hair, tried to pull her tighter to him. With a grunt, the unrelenting woman tipped him backwards, spilling him flat on his back and then, moving with surprising speed, climbed over him in the 69 position, pinning her young lover securely to the floor.
Jean watched Ororo who was now burying her face in the virile young loins of her newly taken lover. His head flailed from side to side as he swirled his young tongue deep up into Ororo's pubic region which she was grinding hotly above his tiny face.
A drunken woman, apparently heated by the lewd tableau and a generous allotment of wine, leaped to the stage and, pulling Scott free of the hungry woman, offered herself in sacrifice. The girl pulled up her full skirt and lay in the position he had occupied moments before. With a lusty groan, Scott began swirling his heated young tongue tightly up into her openly moistening pussy.
It took a moment for Jean to realize it was her.
She was shocked; for a moment she stood flat-footed, completely losing the music's beat and staring at the lovely curved black flesh of her best friend.
"Can... can I touch it?" Jean whispered, her eyes locked on Ororo's white-haired pussy. "I... I mean, uh, just touch it?"
"You can do more than that, if you want," Ororo said. She touched the girl's shoulders and pulled forward. "You can kiss it."
"Kiss it?" Jean repeated, her tone dull, almost lifeless. She seemed to be in a state of shock. "Kiss it?" she asked again, tearing her eyes away from the soft, puckered mound, her gaze slipping between the jutting tits, and finally to Ororo's face.
For a moment the two girls seemed to communicate with just their eyes and slight twitches of their mouths. Then Ororo sat down before Jean, her cunt just inches from the redhead’s mouth.
"Oh yes,” Jean moaned, at the smell of Ororo’s arousal, at the sight of her sex, at the feel of Scott’s tongue in her own, “fuck it to me and... and... fuck me!"
As she said the last few words, Jean flipped over onto her belly and pounced on Ororo's pussy with enthusiasm. She slipped her fingers from the girl's thighs and tore at the tiny opening, pulling back the loose folds of skin. When the pink tunnel was fully revealed, along with the delicately throbbing clit, she clamped her mouth around the rim and jabbed her tongue inside, unconsciously imitating Scott as he parted her now-exposed buttocks and lapped at her anus.
"Mmmmm!" she gasped, rocking her head back and forth, sucking furiously on the delicious juices. "Fuck me... while I eat this thing to death!"
"Ready for my big dick?" Scott asked softly, pushing slightly forward. "Huh, baby?"
"Yes... God, yes!" Jean bowled, working savagely into Ororo's cunt. "Fuck it to me, you sonofabitch! Hard!"
Scott leaned forward and placed his hands at her sides. He then inched his fingers around her body and touched the twin orbs. As the nipples brushed over his palms, throbbing like two freshly-fired bullets, he slammed forward with all his might, completely grinding all of his cock inside her. His move was so quick, so brutal, his nuts slapped upward, hitting her stomach with a dull thud.
"There, Jean!" he spat, licking his tongue across her shoulders, then to her armpit, anything for the sweat of her, the musk. "I've got the best of both fucking worlds. A sweet little pussy to eat and a big cock to fuck you!"
Jean experienced an immediate swelling inside her, feeling a pressure she hadn't thought possible. Seconds later, the pressure exploded sending a sweeping spurn toward the rim of her pussy. The tiny muscles contracted violently, pulling at Scott’s manhood as if demanding it stay forever.
"Mmmmmffff!" she choked, feeling her back arch. "Yes! Yes...! Yesssss!"
While Jean became riddled with one sweeping climax after another, Ororo felt her own body react to the hard jabs of Jean's tongue. She began humping violently against the woman's face, slapping the insides of her thighs against her shoulders.
"Eat me, my child!" she cried out. "Bright Lady, lick your tongue out and... and... aieeee!"
Both girls began bucking and writhing wildly, as if trying to tear into each other's bodies. Scott held them firmly, crushing them beneath his jerking body.
"Take it!" he grunted, feeling his climax swell into the base of his member. He froze for a second, then began hammering as hard as possible, feeling his nuts ready to explode. "Oh... fucking... Jesus! Take it!"
Jean had become so enraptured with the sweetness and heat of Ororo's pussy she had almost forgotten about the hard jabs of Scott's cock. But when the gigantic slab fucking her burst with a scalding blast of cream, she became fully aware of the pleasure that raced up and down her cunt.
"Goddamn!" she shrieked, grabbing between her legs and pulling on his nuts, kneading them, milking them. "Load me up and... fuck me! Fuck me, you bull! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Scott yanked her legs apart like a wishbone, grinding in the bulk of his load with his full weight punching forward. Then, when he felt it sear into her guts, he fell forward.
"Oh... take it, you little slut!" he gasped against the back of her neck.
His move caused Jean's face to slip up Ororo's stomach and nestle between the girl's breasts. Immediately, she grabbed at Ororo's sides and squeezed the tits together, feeling the nipples buzz against her ears.
"Oh... God, that was wonderful!" she gasped, darting her tongue ever the smooth surfaces. "So... delicious and..."
She lifted her head suddenly and looked into Ororo's eyes. "Can we do it again?" she asked. "I mean, nothing like this has ever happened to me before! It was fantastic!"
Ororo couldn't answer for a few seconds, as her own orgasm was just now subsiding. When the pleasure finally did subside, she took a deep breath and pulled on Jean. As their faces met, she crushed her lips over the woman's open mouth.
"Ask Scott if he wants to indulge in both of us," she murmured softly.
"Both of us?"
"I heard that and the answer is yes," Scott said. "Just tell me who wants it where."
"Tonight, you may possess us both, but only her ass and my sex. Your manhood, we will both share. It is ample for two…" Ororo said, reaching around Jean's body.
At first Jean was totally confused, wondering what was about to happen. How could one man fuck two women at once? It was impossible! She turned her head to look at Scott and felt a searing spasm of pain hit her anus.
"Oh... Jesus!" she screamed, bucking. "You're really... going... to fuck me... unhhhhh!"
Scott hammered fully into her asshole, then withdrew quickly. Immediately, he aimed his cockhead slightly downward and punched it into Ororo's boiling entrance.
"Yesssss!" Ororo yelled out, her scream momentarily drowning out Jean's agony. "Fuck me! Goddess... fuck us both!"
"Oh... shit... take it, bitches," Scott growled, now banging in and out of both holes until his ass became a fleshy blur. "Fuck my cock right up to your cum-sucking brains!"
For the next several moments each girl thought he was screwing her exclusively, he was going so quickly, so savagely. And as his cock slammed into the churning tunnels, their climaxes built dramatically. Finally, their ecstasy peaked at the very same moment, molding their bodies together.
"Ohhhhh!" they cried into each other's mouths, crushing their tits together.
"Fuck... it, ladies!" Scott grunted, knowing that his own climax was just seconds away. He tried desperately to hold back, to preserve the wonderful sensations that gripped his plunging cock, but it was useless. "Oh... God, fuck me, both of you," he growled again, grabbing between their bodies, yanking at their tits.
Jean and Ororo writhed and bucked together like two wild animals, almost as if sharing the same explosive orgasm, pulling it back and forth between them. Finally, their pleasure burst violently, freezing them for a second.
"Oh... dear God!" Jean screamed into Ororo's mouth. "It's... it's... too good!"
"Mmmmm!" Ororo whispered, falling back, feeling her insides melt with softening release. "Nothing... is... too good," she gasped, grasping the girl's firm, rounded ass.
"See... how good this is!" Scott barked, ramming his cockhead savagely into Jean's guts. "I… take possession of you both! By seed and pleasure, you’re mine!”
He ripped himself from them as he came. As the sloshing globs of molten cream burned into both girls, their pleasures renewed, sending massive ripples into every cell of their bodies. His semen blazed over them like physical markers of their satisfaction, darkening Jean’s fair skin, glazing Ororo’s. They gave long screams of pure, raw ecstasy, then collapsed into each other's arms, panting wildly.
"All... of it," Scott winced, granting them the last of his load. He squirmed his ass around and fell forward, his eyes fluttering shut with satisfaction. "Oh... God, that was great! Fucking... great!"
A short while later, Ororo pulled from beneath them and squeezed her fingers inside her cum-soaked pussy. The mere touch sent a shiver of anticipation through her body.
"Thank you," she said, looking first at Scott, then to Jean, “for allowing me to consecrate your marriage. I look forward to conferring my blessing on you a great many more times, with every wife you take.”
Outside, the rain had begun to fall so violently that it could wash even the last drop of Scott’s cum from Jean’s body. But she was far too tired to go outside.
