Horny Devil update

Jean Grey spread her long, shapely legs and pressed her fingertips to her pussy. Slowly, she pulled back the folds of labia with her thumbs, exposing herself from her pink slit, as vivid as the blazing red hair on her head, to the pulsating nub of her clit. Her sex was already wet with arousal, shimmering in the amber light of the bedroom.

“God, Kitty, you don’t know how lucky you are,” Jean whispered, her mind tuned to the thoughts of Katherine Pryde as the woman was ferociously, almost viciously fucked by Kurt. There was only so much pleasure she could absorb from this distance, but even the fleeting contact between her mind and Kitty’s was enough to tantalize her—far more than Scott had ever done. But then, either Kurt was far bigger than Scott or Kitty had the world’s smallest pussy, because he felt absolutely immense inside of her. “If I had a cock like that to play with… mmmm, I suppose I’d be doing exactly what you’re doing, ‘Kätzchen’.”

She thrust her fingers deep into her smoldering pussy. With her mind alight with the sensations Kitty was enjoying, an actual physical feeling hit her like an electric jolt. She was left almost breathless with rapture—and unspeakably jealous that masturbating to the thought of sex with Kurt was so much more pleasing than fucking Scott.

Jean closed her eyes and let Kitty’s experience burn into her mind. She’d only had a secondhand taste of that cock, but it was becoming etched into her memory—long and thick and full of so much molten cum that Jean could only think it’d have some left over for her once Kurt was done with Kitty.

Another spasm of pleasure rushed into her, raced through her. Jean gritted her teeth trying to bear it. Shit, Kitty had no right to be getting fucked so hard. Maybe without Kurt, she would’ve been satisfied with the boring married sex Piotr would be giving her, but now she had to be ruined for other men. Jean didn’t know if she herself could settle for anything less than Kurt now that she’d whetted her appetite.

Stop envying her, Jean thought inwardly. You’ll just put yourself in a funk. Better by far to do something about that burning pussy while you still have time—even Kurt can’t fuck a girl forever.

Slowly, Jean began fingering her cunt, though her mind could not stay away from what Kitty was experiencing, being impaled on Kurt’s thick, throbbing prick. With each pitch of her fingers inside herself, Jean felt her mons growing more slippery. It was as if her pussy was trying to get wet enough to take that massive blue erection Kitty was lucky enough to be receiving.

She shut her eyes. “Fuck me,” she whimpered, her ass writhing about on her silken sheets, pretending that Kurt was above her, just out of reach. “Please, Kurt—yes—just like that—give me that big cock in my hot little pussy—fuck me full of cum—you know Scott can’t do it to me, only you, you…!”

Kitty was coming over and over again, jagged bolts of ecstasy actually threatening to break the mental connection, but Jean had to slowly, agonizingly work her way towards climax. Her body tensed. Sweat ran over her skin in rivers. She felt her damp, disheveled hair clinging to her straining face.

Finally, her pleasure began to peak. She rolled onto her stomach and jerked her ass up and down, pumping her sex onto her outstretched fingers. Even all four were not a substitute for Kurt’s erection, but it was the only thing she had that even came close. If she’d found a dildo close to Kurt’s size, she’d never have bought it—too scared she might hurt herself with such a monstrous toy.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” she keened into her pillow. “All the way inside me, Kurt… make me take it all… fuck me as hard as you can!”

“Gott im Himmel, you’re so beautiful!” Kurt gasped. “I can’t control myself, Kätzchen! I’m going to come!”

“My pussy’s on fire!” Kitty panted back to him, cross-eyed, open-mouthed, feeling only how his cock owned her pussy. “Oh fuck, I’m coming too!”

Jean came with them, her inner muscles throbbing and contracting around a cock that wasn’t there—not for her.

Then, when her orgasm had subsided to a dull throb, Jean rolled onto her side and looked at the picture of Scott on her nightstand. The partial relief of her sexual frustration made her even more dissatisfied with Scott. Why couldn’t he get her off at least as much as she’d just fucked herself? Why couldn’t anyone fuck her like Kitty was getting fucked?