The Mind Is Virgin Territory update

Kitty was woken up by a knock on the door. When she went to answer it, she found no one there, just a big box on her doorstep. The brusque rudeness of it smelled of Emma. But Kitty had stopped fearing the woman, developed a tolerance, even an appreciation, for her kinky brand of friendship. She tiredly picked up the box, hearing a faint thud from inside it. It was professionally taped shut, but the return address only said ‘Frost Creations’ as if that should mean something to her. 

Taking the box inside with her, Kitty prepared herself for the day, washing up, eating breakfast, and getting dressed. She wondered about giving the box back to Emma unopened—probably the best statement she could make. But her curiosity rose to a fever pitch as the box sat in her breakfast nook. She loved getting mail, letters from old friends who she’d almost forgotten writing to or packages she didn’t remember ordering. This was very much like that excitement. So why didn’t she just take a peek?

“Pandora’s Box,” Kitty whispered dramatically, before smiling at herself. She was an X-Man. She’d saved the world. Surely, a cardboard box couldn’t be all that epic in comparison.

Still, her heart hammered as she sliced through the gummed tape. Inside the package was another box, also sealed. Even here, Emma liked to tease her. Kitty slashed it open too, then tore the flaps aside with trembling fingers.

Then her eyes widened in shock.

She lifted a pair of sheer, lacey pink panties, gaping at the slit where the crotch should’ve gone. There were half a dozen similar pairs of panties and bras, and a sleek black body stocking with openings at the breasts and groin.

But it was another box that really got her attention. Kitty sucked in her breath as she lifted the lid. It was a dick. An enormous silicone dick, attached to a removable harness, with dozens of blistering mounds covering its length.

Trembling with a sort of fearful fascination, Kitty flicked on the switch under the base. It hummed in her hand, startling her with its physical pulsating. And people put monsters like this inside themselves? And why did it come with a harness? Kitty’s face reddened as she remembered why. God! It was just so… dirty.

Kitty pressed the shaking dildo to her cheek, feeling it quiver against her skin. It wasn’t much of a massage; she enjoyed the prospect of using it inside herself far more than she did the ‘relaxation’ of having it vibrating into her muscles. And who needed it when Jean’s fingers, her tongue, they were all so thrilling?

Still, it might be fun just to… see what it would be like.

There was a short black whip in the box too, with a dozen vicious thongs attached. Christ, did Emma have issues. Did she punish with it or get punished? The former seemed most likely, but you never could tell—it was always the ones you least suspected, after all.

But while Kitty was thinking this, and embarrassedly realizing the connotations, a fiercely throbbing excitement moved through her soft flesh. Emma had bought the lingerie perfectly in her size. She could try them on. Just for the hell of it. Who would know?

They were disgustingly degrading, of course, but they did look a little sexy. Especially compared to what she usually wore. And wearing them just once wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Kitty was trembling with excitement as she stripped, then snapped on the black demi-cup bra that hugged and emphasized her pert breasts. She next slipped on a pair of crotchless black panties. Tingling with a mischievous, girlish excitement, Kitty stepped in front of her mirror and her breath caught.

Quickly, she let her hair out of its ponytail so her shimmering brown tresses fell loose. Christ, she looked good. She never realized how sexual she could look until now, seeing herself sultry and sweetly curved and even a little statuesque. She looked like a whole new woman!

A little aroused now, Kitty went to her bathroom and got her make-up. She usually wore it only sparingly, the natural look, but now she breathlessly applied mascara and eyeshadow and lipstick in bold helpings, accentuating her bright eyes and small, sensual mouth.

She took a step back and faced herself in the mirror again, stunned at the total effect. For so many years she’d been the girl next door, the best friend, while Jean and Emma and Betsy had been the sexy ones. Now Kitty thought she knew what they felt like. She was gorgeous, absolutely mouth-watering, she felt like she could have any man she wanted. Her fingers lasciviously caressed her breasts before darting down to her creamy thighs. Her cunt had begun to pulse hotly as she stared at her own lithe body.

It occurred to her that she could dress like this for Jean the next time she saw her. But what if that was too much for the young, sheltered mutant? After all, if she was prim, Jean was outright repressed, both by choice and by necessity. It was wonderful that they had found each other, but still, it took work to keep their relationship on an even keel.

She thrust the thought out of her mind, knowing it was her duty to keep from shocking Jean or making her uncomfortable. But her sex was throbbing feverishly now, demanding satisfaction. And she didn’t even have to move her panties to get it. Kitty dipped a finger through the opening in her panties and, watching her reflection with smoldering eye, she slowly began to finger herself. 

Her reflection responded with low, passionate moans, both of them fiercely aroused by their own sensual beauty, making Kitty’s folds feel far more tender along her stroking fingers. She pretended her fingers were a massive, thrilling dildo plunging deep inside of her. She was gasping and hunching over her pistoning fingers when her door chime rang again.

Reluctantly abandoning her sexy reflection—God, did Kitty ever want to fuck her—Kitty went to the door and phased her head through it, checking who was there. No one, just a video camera where the last box had been. Uh-uh, Frosty. No way.

Kitty jerked her head back inside. Just knowing that Kitty was ‘enjoying’ her little present was more than enough repayment for Emma.

But now she found herself pulled, like an iron filling to a magnet, back to the box. She searched through it as if looking for something, finally finding a pair of frilly white panties. Somehow she knew that they were Emma’s. She raised them to her nose, trembling from head to toe as the fragrance of Emma’s arousal entered her nostrils.

Her pussy pulsed and ached heatedly as she picked up the dildo. She’d fuck herself just once with it, while she dreamed of furious, obscene sex with Jean, sucking her sweet clit in a frenzy of hunger. But Kitty knew it would only pique her appetite. Only the real Jean would truly satisfy her.

She returned to bed with her throbbing mound slick and wet, holding the giant dildo poised over it, Emma’s fragrant panties covering her hot mouth. Maybe she should’ve have opened the box. Pandora’s monsters seemed like nothing at all beside the lusts she was now admitting to. But she also knew that she would enjoy herself far too much to care.

Soon enough, the dildo felt like it was in the way. She tossed it aside and began using her hand instead. That was much better. It felt like someone was fucking her.

***

Rachel Summers wasn’t expecting a text from Kitty. She never much expected anything from her. It wasn’t that they didn’t keep in touch, but they’d drifted apart far enough that any distant ping from Kitty Pryde was cause for excitement. And she did still get excited. Even if it’d been ages since they’d been dating, the friendship remained as warm as ever.

So it was a bit of a surprise when she opened the text and found a video of Kitty wearing a bra and panty set that was skimpy to begin with, even before Rachel realized that it left her pussy and nipples exposed.

Rachel hurriedly shoved her phone back into her purse, mentally scanning the vicinity to see if anyone had noticed her looking at something so sexual. No one had, and for a moment, Rachel strongly considered canceling the day’s errands to go back home and watch—maybe even rewatch—possibly rewatch a lot—the video.

Looking around the city street, Rachel let her thoughts bounce around with the momentum of the surprise Kitty had sprung on her, before deciding that she would continue on her little mission, but that she couldn’t go any longer without knowing what Kitty was playing at. Seeing a clothing boutique, Rachel ducked inside and made her way to the dressing room. In the relative privacy there, she dialed down the volume as low as it could go and pressed play.

Kitty wasn’t just dressed like a burlesque dancer. She was masturbating. 

She laid in bed, one hand holding her recording device high enough up in the air to look down at her, while the other was buried under her panties, jilling at her pussy hard enough to send quivers through her small breasts. Her mouth conveyed the intensity of her pleasure, as her pink lips contorted and spread and pressed together and fit themselves into shaky smiles with the growing motion of her frantically rubbing hand. Her legs, calves tangled in the otherwise disregarded sheets, kicked and steepled, even spreading wide as Kitty changed tack and spanked her own cunt, her jaw dropping in overt enjoyment of the act. Rachel couldn’t believe her eyes. And she couldn’t believe how wet she was.

She moved the phone close to her face, also not able to believe just how long this video was, how much of herself Kitty had recorded in this shamelessly exposed act. Carefully she raised the volume until she could hear Kitty’s gasping, mewling voice coming from the phone’s speaker. It was like a dam breaking, seeing the desperate sounds corresponding to those lustful workings of Kitty’s small mouth.

“Rachel,” Kitty was saying. “Rachel… fuck me, Rachel… I need to come again… I need to come like only you made me do…

It wasn’t long before she responded to the sight of Kitty naked. She always did.

Switching to the use of her powers, Rachel held the phone up telekinetically. Her pussy was twitching, her nipples swelling. She quivered as she reached down between her legs. She was a woman, after all. She had a cunt and it gave her pleasure. Just like Kitty.

She always liked it when she did it herself. Maybe afterwards she’d feel guilty, but it was worth it for as much as she loved it while she was doing it. She knew how to please herself. She rubbed the hood of her clit. She liked to drag it out, do it slowly until she was in a frenzy of need. The sight of Kitty fucking herself and the sound of her saying Rachel’s name had given her a headstart there. She pushed two fingers inside of herself, amazed at how slick her folds felt. 

Kitty had given her plenty of footage to ‘review’ as she attended to her long-neglected needs. Rachel amused herself by tickling her asshole, pushing her fingertip inside and twisting it within her anus. She had three fingers going into her pussy, stretching her out. She gave her clit a quick rub, hand grinding on the tip, and then she groaned as her sex spasmed. She stared at the phone as Kitty seemed to share her pleasure. Then, in a burst of relief, it was over.

Just a brief moment of total ecstasy. Rachel thought about doing it again, but she decided against it, shutting off the phone instead. She was already feeling guilty—or rather, ashamed of herself for using her fingers when Kitty had made such an overt overture. In a way, it was like Kitty had gotten her off.

Now, perhaps, it was time to return the favor.