DEMON LUST PART 4 :  NOW FOR STORM

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

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

Jean's voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

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

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

"Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhh!"

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Storm gasped, realizing that Jean was probing her mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

"So what are you going to do tonight?"

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

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

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

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

***