The Power of Imagination

Rogue thrashed under the sheets, her body wet with sweat, her lower lip being ground between her teeth as she tried to keep from crying out. Her orgasm was going to be a good one, she could tell already. Her fingers pumped steadily inside of her sex, each dramatic motion making her legs jerk up into the air.

“Cuh-Charlie!” she gasped, writhing with pleasure. “It ain’t never felt this good before!”

“Think nothing of it, darling,” Charles said, his wheelchair beside the bed. “It’s just the power of imagination.”

Both blue-skinned Raven and tattooed Angel were in bed with her, their hands and tongues all over her body. Rogue turned onto her side, her fingers riding in and out of her pussy. The sheets were stained with her juices as she flowed like a river, squeezing and caressing her tender clitoris. Her approaching climax gained momentum, a tidal wave coming to shore, a tornado about to touch down. She couldn’t hold still. The pleasure was gathering, sensation piling on top of sensation.

“Deep’ah!” she groaned, careful to keep her voice low. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted. She was so damn close! “More! More!”

“You’re quite the little minx, aren’t you?” Charles asked, rubbing his first two fingers against his brow. “Perhaps just one more…”

Raven and Angel on either side of her, rubbing her pussy for her as Rogue wrapped her arms around them—suddenly Moira was on top of her, pale skin rubbing against her own, dark hair brushing against her face, lips moving to press against hers…

It happened. Suppressing a wail of ecstasy, Rogue arched her back as something broke inside her. Her entire body shuddered in bliss, tears filling her eyes. She could smell her own orgasmic pussy. It perfumed the air, made her nostrils flare.

“Lovely… most lovely,” Charles sighed, sharing in the sensual feelings. They were the best he had felt since… well, since the last time Rogue had asked him if he wanted to play her pleasurable body like a jazzman would play an instrument. Certainly they were pleasurable for her as well. As he withdrew from her mind, Charles could hear Rogue considering it a good omen.

On that thought, he left and Rogue slept. She would awake the following morning to the smell of her own vanquished pussy, as Charles left her everything she needed for a wet dream as well.

He’d always heard that women liked afterplay.