The Mind Is Virgin Territory update

Emma worked slowly and easily at first, focusing most of her attention on telling—really bragging—about how she’d made Kitty into her subservient booty call. But as Scott began to stiffen, her passion mounted. She bobbed her head up and down harder, slapping her lips down to his groin, taking the full length of his manhood into her throat. Her pussy was burning, just as her throat did with the fervent heat his prick was imparting on it. She let herself relive just how submissive Kitty had been, and felt a flooding in her cunt.

“MMMM!” she moaned, her pleasure climbing and throbbing inside her. Then as a spasm of almost-orgasm thundered in the depths of her pussy, she screamed into Scott’s cock just as he thrust into her gullet, reducing it to a tortured gurgle.

Emma couldn’t believe how hot all this was making her. She’d only been sucking him for a few minutes, but already her pussy was aching for his cum. She slid up and down his shaft at a furious pace, her hunger unbearably demanding.

Fuck me in the mouth, she begged in psi-speak. Use my throat as a pussy and fuck it hard! For God’s sake, Scott, give it to me! You know I need it so fucking bad!

“Yes. I know.” His cock flexed inside her throat, sending a rope of cum boiling down to her stomach. “I know you’re a horny little cocksucker,” he growled. “A cum-hungry whore!”

Emma hadn’t gagged since she was a teenager, but she thought she would now. Scott was filling her throat to capacity with his load. She threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let him come where he wanted. Steaming hot jets hit her lips, her cheeks, rolling and dripping off the sculpted line of her jaw.

She gulped down as much as she could, but her tongue was being buried in jizz. She couldn’t swallow fast enough and there was now a thick pool of it seething between her open lips.

More! she sent to him, wanting to be covered in it, buried in it. More, more, more!

Scott almost appeared to be ignoring her, just pumping his cock in his fist. His member twitched and a thick shot of cum fired into her mouth. Another. He kept pulling steadily his cock, but only the dregs of his milky white spunk oozed out to drip onto her clavicle. Emma swallowed, feeling the gulp of spunk roll down her throat, work its way down her chest, pushing around the cum that had landed on her. Scott kept jerking himself off with slow, relaxed motions, taunting her with the last few bubbling twitches of his ejaculation. Emma could only watch them fall far short of her mouth. 

“Ggglllrgr!” she gurgled, her mouth still full. She kept her head tilted back, but now she opened her eyes. She seemed to be smiling at Scott as she met his eyes, seeing her own cum-dripping face reflected back at her in his ruby-red sunglasses. And Scott could see that she was proud of the huge loads of cum she’d gotten out of him, one on her face, one in her mouth, showing off both to him as the latter spilled out over her tongue and teeth.

I love your cock, Emma sent in psi-speak. I love it so fucking much. It gives me such sweet cum and makes me feel so good and whenever you take it out of me, I just want it back in.

“That’s nice,” Scott said, getting up off the bed. 

Not bothering to dress or cover himself in the slightest, he went to the dresser, opened up a drawer, and retrieved a small disposable camera. Emma kept her mouth open as he started taking pictures, even tilting her face further forward to let his cum spill down onto her tits.

Precious moments, darling?

“Just something for later.” Scott circled the bed to photograph Emma from every angle. “You know that Rachel is here, right? It’s an even bet that she and Kitty will resume their relationship.”

What’s your point, dear? Do you think I can get Kitty to let us watch?

Scott reached out, put the pad of his forefinger on a rare clean spot on Emma’s chin, and tucked her mouth shut. “Games are over, ‘darling’. This is business.”

Emma finally swallowed, still quite enjoying how warm his cum was. Scott burned so hot on the inside, everything about him always running so hot… “In that case, do you think you can untie me?”

“Later,” Scott said, taking some more pictures of her as he sat down on the bed. “It proves my point, though.”

“What point?”

“You, me, we have our fun and games, but we can separate that from the big picture.”

“Fun and games are my big picture, pet.”

“There are more important things than orgasms.”

“You still think that? Let me suck you off again; I must not’ve done it right the first time.”

Scott turned the camera on Emma’s naked lower body, snapping picture after picture. “Whatever our differences, we can be on the same page—put our personal feelings aside for a certain time and place.”

“I agree, so long as the place is my mouth.”

Scott frowned at her. “I’m serious, Emma.”

“Invariably so.”

“Jean. And Rachel. And Kitty. And probably Illyana too, at some point. It’s a volatile mix. And now you’re involved. And we all know Jean has to go back to her proper time, not stick around here and become emotionally involved in relationships that can’t possibly last.”

“That’s what they said about us, dear. And look at us now. Me, being submissive; you, willing to be naked with the lights on…”

Scott gave her another dry look. “Then you think Jean and Kitty have a shot at making it work?”

“Not a chance in Hell. But half this team is emotionally maladjusted and prone to poor choices based on acute sexual frustration. We might as well get some laughs out of it.”

“Or we could put a stop to it before it goes too far.”

“You’re no fun,” Emma pouted.

“Oh?” Scott held up the camera. “The next mission we’re on, I’m going to leave this on the first park bench I find. Some random stranger in Anytown, USA is going to have a whole reel of you stripped naked, fucked raw, and covered in cum.”

Emma rubbed her legs together, biting her lip as she just thought about it—the violation, the humiliation, total degrading exposure. “Fuck me again, Scott. Right now.”

Scott got up. “I need to make some calls. Don’t get out of bed; you need your rest.”

“Sco-o-o-tt!” Emma keened.

“Time and a place,” Scott reminded her.

***

A day later, Kitty found herself woken by a knock on her door. The interrupted… liaison with Emma had left her on edge, and she’d been completely insomniac before getting a psychic message from Emma: Scott’s being Scott. We won’t be talking about what happened. TTFN.

That had finally let her sleep, though she didn’t feel very well-rested when she got up. She went to the door and poked her head through it, seeing Rachel and Jean on the other side. “This is two too many redheads for this early in the morning.”

“C’mon,” Rachel said, “family outing.”

“I’m not part of the family.” Kitty shook her own brown, curly locks. “Remember?”

“You are now,” Jean said. She leaned in to kiss Kitty’s forehead. “Go! Get dressed! We want to show you something!”

Kitty pulled her head back onto her own side of the door. “Fine,” she shouted through the door, “I’m taking a nice long shower and if you’re still there when I get out, I’ll go with you.”

The lock twisted on its own and the door opened up, revealing Jean there with her hand out, clearly using telekinesis. 

“She’s getting pretty good, isn’t she?” Rachel asked.

“Make yourselves at home,” Kitty said, walking for the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes under the hot spray and she’d decided to put all her issues aside. This was about Jean, after all, and about Rachel, not her neuroses and especially not about Emma. She dressed in jeans and a cardigan, put on a light coating of make-up, left the bathroom to find Jean and Rachel cuddling on her bed, closer than she would’ve thought. She supposed Disney was right; shenanigans like meeting your time-traveling adult daughter while time-traveling as a young woman resulted in a better parental bond.

“Ready?” Kitty asked them.

“I’m so ready,” Rachel said as she got up.

“Lead the way.”

Jean moved to follow her daughter, but Kitty grabbed her hand, walking a few steps back from Rachel.

“I wanted to apologize for last night,” she said. “That was a personal problem and I shouldn’t have let it affect you. It… it wasn’t very cash money of me.”

Jean’s brow furrowed. “Is that slang these days?”

Kitty thought about it. “Almost. The thing is… what happened last night is a problem I should’ve dealt with before, but I let my guilt turn me into a martyr or something—like it was my karma for what I was doing…”

“What were you doing?” Jean asked.

Kitty clenched her teeth. “Just… that’s not so important. But a part of me liked having… this problem, for all kinds of reasons. But I’m going to take care of it. I shouldn’t let it affect you.”

“Kitty,” Jean said, “is the problem me?”

“What? No. Why would you say that?”

“No reason,” Jean demurred, sloping her shoulders. 

“We’re here!” Rachel cried before Kitty could probe any further. 

She’d brought them to the stables, where two horses let the few equestrians in the school enjoy themselves. They stepped inside.

“What is it you want to show me?” Kitty asked.

Rachel looked back at her and smiled. “It’s a surprise.”

Jean seemed to be perking up, ogling Kitty’s body. “You’ll like it.”

Kitty’s eyes twitched from Rachel to Jean. A tremor went through her. She wasn’t a psychic, but she was getting strange vibes from both of them. This was all getting a little too like the times when people got bit by vampires and started perving on Storm.

“We know about you and Emma,” Rachel told her.

Kitty’s cheeks were suddenly on fire. “That’s—listen, it’s none of your business…”

“Rachel,” Jean said, “maybe…”

Rachel held up a hand to silence her. “We get it. You like what she does, even if you don’t like her. The submitting. Being ordered about. You think we love you too much to hurt you that way. But I’ve been around. I know the different kinds of forms love can take.”

Kitty was stunned by Rachel’s words. “Stop talking like that.”

Rachel laughed. “You’re quite a prude, considering how much pussy you get.” She walked up to Kitty, reaching out to rip open her cardigan. “But you keep dating psychics and we keep sensing how interested you are. Like blood in the water, baby.”

Kitty bit her lips, her eyes wide. She looked down at her breasts, heaving in their exposed bra. “Okay—maybe I am a little into… that sort of thing. But Jean, she, she’s so young… I don’t want her to—“

“What?” Jean asked, stepping between them. Her hands reached out to cover Kitty’s breasts, the contact sudden, shocking, burning straight into Kitty’s sex. “To make you happy? That’s all I want, Kitty. If this is what was missing, what you need—“

Kitty was in complete shock as Jean undid her bra and pulled it away.

“They’re soft, aren’t they?” Rachel purred as Jean’s fingers sunk into Kitty’s bare, pliant flesh. “Warm, too. Just like mine…”

She peeled off her top. She stripped off her bra. Kitty couldn’t look away. Her head was spinning. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t square what she was seeing and hearing with what she knew of these two women. They were as perverted as Emma, promising to hurt her like Emma did—and she was drawn to the idea, sucked in by the notion of experiencing the same sort of mastery that the older Jean had once gifted her with.

Rachel took a horse whip down from the wall. “We know what to do, Kitty. We can feel you begging us with your fantasies.”

Jean was taking her clothes off now too. “You like looking at me. You’ve always liked looking at me. If you feel bad about it, Rachel can punish you. You’ve always liked that too.”

“Take off your pants,” Rachel cooed menacingly, brandishing the whip. “We want to see how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

“You’ll have to make me,” Kitty said, unable to keep herself from shaking.

“Hoping you’d say that.” Rachel cracked the whip and its tip crashed at Kitty’s left breast. “Do as I say!”

The stinging pain misted Kitty’s eyes up and she had to blink away the tears. The look on Rachel’s face told her that she was serious, that she was relishing Kitty’s pain. Or, psychically, relishing the satisfaction that Kitty herself took in this. Being dominated. Being conquered. For so long, she’d worn the pants in their relationship, showing Rachel how to interact with the world and process her emotions. Now, Rachel was taking control.

“I’ll help,” Jean said, her words taking on a double meaning as they interrupted Kitty’s thoughts. She unbuckled Kitty’s belt and hauled her jeans down as she dropped to her knees, compelling Kitty to step out of them, leaving her in her scant panties. “I can’t wait until you’re as wet as I am…”

Kitty looked at Rachel as if asking for an explanation, as if pleading with her to even know if they should stop or go further or just let this happen. Rachel gave her a wicked smile.

“Her panties too, Mom,” Rachel said as she stripped off her own clothes.

Jean tore Kitty’s panties away. Kitty felt her pussy flutter as it was bared. They were looking at her, seeing her, planning things for her—and she liked it.

“Get down on your knees, Kitty,” Rachel ordered, cracking the whip to show Kitty she wasn’t messing around. “You’re Jean’s bitch now.”

Jean stood as Kitty knelt, the redhead spreading her legs wide. Kitty stared at her cunt, frightened more by the idea of enjoying this—her oasis of relatively normal, loving sex becoming perverse and depraved—than at the prospect of pain. “And you… you want to do this to me?” she asked Jean.

“Rachel showed me how good it could be.”

Her daughter stepped close. “I want my cunt in your face too.” Rachel reached down to take hold of Kitty’s hair. “Eat.” She pulled Kitty’s face between her legs. “Eat.”

The scent of Rachel and the warmth of her cunt washed over Kitty. She licked instinctively as the taste was offered to her. With Rachel pulling on her hair, hurting her just enough to remind where she was and what was her place, Kitty let her tongue slither inside of Rachel.

“Is she doing it?” Jean asked, though she could see the bliss on Rachel’s face. “Is she… being a good girl?”

“Yes,” Rachel groaned, rolling her hips against Kitty’s face. “I have her tongue—it’s nice and deep…”

Kitty lapped at Rachel’s cunt, caught between her desire for Rachel and the pain of disobedience, both shoving her in the same direction, making every sensation more intense. Without thinking, she brought her hands up to Rachel’s ass and held the firm buttocks in her palms.

“She likes being a good girl,” Rachel moaned, pulling harder at Kitty’s hair. “And she’s so… hungry!”

Jean licked her lips. “I want it. I want it too.”

Rachel pushed Kitty away, gasping as she deprived herself, but panting harder as she got the chance to point Kitty at Jean. “Eat her pussy,” she commanded.

Kitty’s mind thundered with conflicting emotions. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with sweet, innocent Jean. But Jean wasn’t sweet. Wasn’t innocent. Jean was becoming the woman who had taught this to her. She felt a rush of passion and went to Jean’s cunt.

“Mmmmmmm!” Jean squealed as Kitty devoured her, not just pleasuring her this time, but serving her, obeisant to her. She rutted against Kitty’s face, battering it and feeling even more satisfaction that way. “She’s tonguing me, Rachel! She’s putting her tongue in my pussy!”

“Of course. She’s a good girl. And we’re going to help her stay that way.” Rachel slashed the whip across Kitty’s bare ass, leaving a thin red welt over her buttocks. 

Kitty clenched. The whip hurt, but the intensity of the blow didn’t; it felt good. She sucked deeply on the folds of Jean’s pussy. She thought she could taste it better with her ass throbbing in pain.

“That’s it, Kitty,” she heard Rachel say. “Eat Jean; she loves it. Almost as much as she loves being tied down like you. Eat her for me. Oh, baby, I want you to know what she tastes like too. Is she creaming in your mouth yet? She tastes so sweet, just like a good girl ought to taste. Eat her, Kitty—make her overflow!”

Rachel bit her lip, seeing the expression of sublime enjoyment on her mother’s face, the nearly depraved surrender to indulgence, the true happiness of being in love and lust at the same time. She spat on the handle of her whip, then knelt down behind Kitty and pushed its tip between Kitty’s cheeks. She teased the puckered opening, watching Kitty stiffen, watching her know it was coming—and submit to it.

Kitty’s head snapped up, her jaw dripping with Jean’s cream. “You’re not going to… you are! You’re putting it inside me!” She twisted her hips violently as Rachel continued to sodomize her. “Rachel, it’s too much! You’re splitting me in--!”

She jammed the handle deep inside.

“Eat her cunt!” Rachel demanded, twisting the whip-handle. “I don’t care if you never sit right again, do as you’re told!”

Feeling a twinge of satisfaction within her, the pain of the whip melding with the pleasure of obeying, Kitty pushed her mouth against Jean’s pussy. She kissed and sucked, the taste of Jean taking the place of the pain she felt.

“Kitty!” Jean wailed. She was finding it just as exciting to dominate Kitty as Kitty was finding her surrender. “I’m—I’m gonna come!”

Kitty closed her lips around Jean’s clit, feeling it throb as Jean’s juices washed over her face and flowed down her throat. She swallowed when she had to, but mostly concentrated on steadily sucking Jean’s clit, prolonging the redhead’s orgasm so it went on and on and on, pulse after pulse, throb after throb.

Rachel watched her mother climax. She rammed the handle of the whip deeper into Kitty, the pain intensifying everything: Jean’s pleasure, Kitty’s satiation, her own dominance. “Bite her clit!” she demanded.

Kitty, her pussy flowing as her ass tightened around the handle of the whip, bit down on Jean’s clit. She felt her hips twitching, her body fucking itself on the whip-handle just as Jean was forcing her pussy against Kitty’s mouth. The moment Kitty’s teeth grinded together on her clit, Jean’s back arched in a new, shuddering climax. She collapsed down to the ground. Kitty followed her. 

“Ow, owie—stop biting!” she moaned.

“What’s wrong?” Kitty asked, her face drenched in Jean’s cream. Her tongue was flicking out as she tried to stop herself from licking Jean’s juices. She felt out of control. Totally driven by lust. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I just can’t come again. I’m too damn sensitive.”

“Then it’s your turn,” Rachel said to Kitty, pulling on her hair so that she ended up on her back, Jean leering at this new angle of her nakedness. She continued to pump her hips, fucking the penetration in her ass.

Rachel twisted the handle, smiling as Kitty cried out in bliss. “You’re a real hot number once you stop playing hard to get.”

“I’ve gotta come!” Kitty gasped. “I have to!”

“You will,” Rachel said, letting go of the handle. “Jean, make her come. I’m gonna ride that cute face… we are in a stable, after all.”

Jean’s breathing was labored as she crawled between Kitty’s legs. She grabbed the handle of the whip, impressed by its heft, the way its slightest movements made goosebumps run through Kitty’s flesh, and twisted it inside her rectum. “You like it?”

Kitty couldn’t control her lower body. Her legs were kicking madly. She didn’t care, she just wanted to come, and Jean smiled hotly as she felt her thoughts shrieking for more. It was like they were breaking Kitty down layer by layer, making her want more and more as her inhibitions gave way to sheer animal need.

“You fucked with the right family,” Rachel quipped as she straddled Kitty’s face.

Kitty caressed her hips, her ass, only able to think of how impossible it seemed that all of Rachel’s flesh was so normal while her own was a riot of blazing sensations and wanting and the best kind of pain. She ended up looking at Rachel’s dripping cunt, seeing it must have been as wet as hers. “How did you know I wanted this?”

“We’re psychic, remember?” Rachel lowered her pussy to Kitty’s face. 

Jean stared at Rachel’s flexing ass, almost able to tell how Kitty was licking her by the way Rachel clenched up and then relaxed. She looked down at Kitty’s sex, and moaned hungrily. The same kind of deliciousness that was being gulped down Kitty’s throat was also flowing from her cunt, and Jean fused her mouth to that sweet pussy before anymore of it could be wasted. She licked it hungrily, keeping the whip-handle moving rhythmically as she sucked the flavor from each of Kitty’s swollen folds. 

Kitty moaned into Rachel’s cunt, bucking, smashing herself against Jean’s endlessly torturing tongue. She clawed at Rachel’s ass and squeezed Jean’s head between her thighs. And she gurgled as Rachel’s happiness filled her mouth and flowed down her throat, Rachel coming again and again. Getting off on dominating her.

I did that, Kitty thought. Me. I made her come just by submitting hard enough.

“Bite me!” Rachel hissed, not sure if it was a plea or an order. “I wanna come in your mouth, wanna come, need to come… make you taste me—“

Kitty stabbed her fingers into Rachel’s ass as she sucked her clit between her lips, getting it nice and plump before she sank her teeth into its fullness.

It was all Rachel could take. An orgasm ripped through her pussy, reducing her to a quivering mess as she tried desperately not to move, to let Kitty continue to finger her ass and teeth her clitoris. But she screamed. Her head snapped back and she screamed even louder than Jean had.

Jean listened as she feasted on Kitty’s cunt. She clenched; it was amazing to hear her daughter’s voice and know that she could have that same pleasure, and that she’d been involved in giving it to Rachel. Her, Kitty, Rachel, they were all connected, intermixed. The pleasure she gave to Kitty came around to Rachel. Soon, it would come back to her.

Trying futilely to savor Rachel’s taste as she gulped it down, Kitty ground her teeth harder into the redhead’s clit. She twisted her fingers inside Rachel’s anus, feeling the pressure on them grow, and put her other hand on the back of Jean’s head, holding her in place as she rocked her hips against her face and the ecstasy Jean gave her.

“Get her off!” Rachel yelled to Jean. “We can all come together! All of us at once!”

Jean twisted the whip-handle deep in Kitty’s ass, biting harder as it went deeper. Kitty shrieked into Rachel’s cunt and orgasmed. With Rachel’s pussy muffling her orgasmic cries, Jean could only tell by how Kitty grinded herself into her face. She kissed, licked, sucked, used her tongue like a whip. She fucked Kitty’s ass with the whip-handle and swallowed as Kitty’s honey gushed into her mouth.

Legs flying out, her back arched, Kitty came again. She worked her hips against Jean’s face and stared up at Rachel. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“It’s because you’re such a good girl!” Rachel said, exulting in the prudish Kitty’s unbridled lust. “You let us make you our fucking bitch!”

Kitty gave one final tremor, then went limp; only moving to gasp out ragged breaths. “I’m done—so freaking done.”

Jean stopped licking, acting as if she’d had her fill, and pulled the whip-handle out of Kitty’s ass. She grinned. “Wow… you put a crack in it.”

“It did worse to me,” Kitty moaned. “I think it may have wrecked my ass forever.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Rachel laid down to hold Kitty, gesturing for Jean to sandwich Kitty in. “Once I get a suitable strap-on, it may be very convenient.”

“God, as if you weren’t insufferable before, now you’re my dom—“

“Careful. I can spank you.”

“You two are going to traumatize the horses,” Jean said, as they neighed and kicked in their stalls.

“They’re jealous,” Rachel said. “None of them got ridden today.”