Recruitment Drive 2

The Phoenix was closer to Earth than ever. The Avengers were drawing up their battle plans; it was only a matter of time until they showed up on Utopia. As a last-ditch attempt at negotiation, T’Challa was invited by his wife Ororo to speak privately on the brimming conflict.

What he found when he walked into the room that Scott led him to was Ororo with a naked girl on her lap. His wife fingered the other woman with needful lust, biting into her soft neck in a way that only increased the girl’s pleasure. 

“King T’Challa,” Scott said politely. “You know Rogue, of course.”

She was a stunning sight, tall and thin, with her magnificent breasts almost breaking the clean lines of her tautly muscled body—D-cups worthy of a Playboy pin-up, and seeming even larger as they swelled and heaved with unabashed lust. Her pink slit was being whipped into a froth on Ororo’s stroking fingers, while Rogue’s eyes were wild, frequently sliding back to reveal the whites under her pupils. Her hands clutched the arm Ororo was masturbating her with, squeezing it as sharp cries burst from Rogue’s quivering lips.

It had been Ororo’s idea to have a foursome. She’d foreseen that a tangible demonstration of all the eager mutant pussy T’Challa would get in going along with them would take care of any jealousy he might feel toward her wife. Especially when he saw two women in naked passion—the prospect of a threesome had convinced Scott and it would convince T’Challa, by her reckoning.

And it was easy to see that T’Challa was excited as Ororo played with Rogue’s tits and fingered her, reducing Rogue to a jerking, crying mess of sexual need.

It hadn’t been easy. First, Ororo had softened her up with a cozy dinner, explaining to Rogue over a bottle of wine the plan that the Phoenix had inspired. The wine had made Rogue even more incredulous than she normally would’ve been, and she giggled herself silly at the idea of being bred, much less being fucked. 

But Ororo had been relentless. First, she’d gotten Rogue to confess that she was a virgin, that she masturbated, that she wanted to be fucked. Then Ororo had taken it a step further, forcing it out of Rogue that she would even let a woman fuck her, so long as she felt something other than her own hand.

And as Rogue unburdened herself, Ororo plied her remorselessly, fondling her breasts and massaging her thighs. Rogue let her, knowing it couldn’t truly go anywhere, certainly not anywhere dangerous, but it felt so good that it seemed like it would’ve been impolite to ask her to stop. And the wine and the talk of sex had turned her on so much that she even got off on the thought of being bred. 

With a headful of wine, she didn’t realize until it was too late that Ororo’s hand was under her panties, the bare fingers actually masturbating her, and by then Rogue was too far gone to even think of stopping.

The Phoenix, Ororo told her, had a better use for Rogue than staying cloistered behind her clothing.

As obedient to Ororo as she would be out in the field, Rogue stripped for her, then obligingly opened her legs for Ororo to eat her out. In a way, it had been cruel of Ororo to go down on Rogue, especially when it was her first experience with oral sex. Now she was spoiled for everyone else. No matter who went down on her, man or woman, Rogue would be left restless by their inability to equal the multiple orgasms Ororo had given her tender cunt.

By the time Scott and T’Challa entered the room, Rogue was in such a frenzied state that their arrival excited her even more. All the neuroses brought about by her mutant power had been shattered by Ororo. Now Rogue sobbed and ground her ass into Ororo’s lap, a flood of her juices running from her slit. 

Through her feverish haze, she realized Scott’s cock was out. It seemed to her that only a minute ago his erection had been safely tucked away inside his pants, but she didn’t mind the change at all. Now that she’d had a taste of sex, she couldn’t possibly turn down more.

Her dazed mind recognized Scott, but not T’Challa—all she knew about him was his muscular build and the enormous erection looming inside his trousers. But she didn’t care who he was. She was maddeningly aroused, utterly addicted by Ororo’s tongue and lewdly pleasuring fingers, and the two men watching her promised another hit.

Scott’s own erection throbbed, seeing it, and he wished Ororo would hurry up with debauching Rogue. No one else had fucked her yet and Storm hadn’t even gotten around to making Rogue go down on her, though she’d ravenously licked Rogue’s virgin cunt.

The cool obsidian of Ororo’s flesh proved shockingly hot to the touch, her breasts burning where they dug into Rogue’s back. Thrills crashed like lightning bolts through Rogue’s tits with Ororo squeezing the satiny flesh, the passion-gorged nipples. Then there was the deliciously taboo feeling of Ororo’s cunt, wet and hot like magma, pushing obscenely against Rogue’s naked ass. The animalistic bites grinding into Rogue’s neck, her shoulders, marking her outside just as Rogue would always remember the feeling inside. All these vivid details immediately made sex Rogue’s favorite pleasure, something she could not now remember living without—especially not the shattering orgasms she got from Ororo’s heatedly seeking fingers.

Then Ororo took her hand away, just when Rogue was on the edge of coming again, and Rogue cried out in protest. Her pussy spasmed too, as needful as Rogue’s voice was.

But Ororo was unrelenting. Knowing that Rogue would never be sated, that nowhere in this series of orgasms would be a point where Rogue had had enough, she decided now was as good a time as any to take Rogue to the next level. She pushed the Southerner down to her knees and spread her own ebony legs, opening up her shadowy pussy to immediately catch Rogue’s eyes.

“Eat me,” Ororo ordered, her voice full of ornate dignity despite the excitement flushing every inch of her skin. She took Rogue’s white-streaked hair in her hands and tugged her face towards her waiting sex. “You’ve enjoyed receiving enough. It’s time to see how much you enjoy giving. Kiss it, Rogue. Enjoy it.”

Whimpering at the sudden, frightening change, yet pushed onward by her ferocious excitement, Rogue obeyed. She was awkward at first, the sheer shock of not receiving but reciprocating making her sluggish as she put her mouth to Ororo’s sex. The timid gesture got an amused laugh out of the Windrider.

“Is that how you’ve been hoping to touch another during your long wait? Like a nervous little mouse? Lick it, Rogue. Eat it. Love it as much as I loved you.”

Ororo pulled at Rogue’s head again, just enough to make her give in, slamming herself forward and practically smothering herself in Ororo’s lap to get her first taste of the other woman’s pussy. The strange new flavor triggered an entirely different kind of excitement in her, a thrill of discovery that skyrocketed her back to her former level of arousal.

She dug her fingers into Ororo’s jubilant ass, tasting more of the goddess’s pussy with ravenous moans of enjoyment. She rubbed her nose into it, getting as much of the smell as the taste, whipping her tongue eagerly in and out, loving the heady sense of her guilt fluttering away to leave only wild, animal need.

Ororo greatly enjoyed being Rogue’s first taste of pussy, putting her heels on Rogue’s shoulders and rocking her hips forward, stuffing her steamy cunt into the virgin’s face. Her ass was on the very edge of the chair, the position knowingly obscene, as she stared at T’Challa, gauging his reaction.

T’Challa’s jaw was down, while his immense cock strained at his fly like an animal trying to free itself from a cage. In spite of the willingness Ororo now showed, he’d never seen her with another woman before. It brought his lust to a crazed pitch that was more than enough to defeat any sense of propriety when it came to his wife and another lover.

Seeing how T’Challa was staggered, paralyzed by this unforeseen situation, Scott knew that the next move was his. He went to kneel on the carpet behind Rogue. His hands gripped her full breasts, while his blazing cockhead rubbed between her buttocks, leaving no doubt about his intentions. Rogue moaned happily, obviously having no objections as she kept lapping at Ororo’s cunt.

Satisfied with her readiness, Scott reached down to grip his cock and bring its tip to Rogue’s small, virginal cunt. He felt it out from behind—a squirming, roiling heat, opening sweetly to his cockhead. Rogue moaned again, sounding addled, utterly overwhelmed by the fact that she was going down on Storm, let alone that Scott was about to fuck her.

He slid himself inside her, making a violent lunge into her defenseless virginity. 

Rogue let out a muffled scream, tearing herself out from between Ororo’s thighs to sob how much it hurt, but Ororo pulled her back. Rogue was pushed back down into her throbbing cunt, her face smeared with Ororo’s arousal, her own mouth being fucked just as much as she’d fucked Ororo’s pussy.

“No, no, it doesn’t hurt,” Ororo said soothingly, though her voice was thick with lust. “You can’t feel it hurting. You just taste my pussy. My wet, wet pussy. Mmmm—dig your tongue in there, Rogue, taste it, taste it, yes, ooooo!”

Helplessly wrapped around Scott’s enormous erection, Rogue could only obey Ororo’s whispered commands, kissing and sucking her cunt with such bursts of flavor that Rogue’s own agonized loss could barely get through.

“Good girl,” Scott cooed in her ear, holding firmly onto her supple hips as Rogue wrenched her body around, unable to keep herself from writhing.

Scott didn’t mind. Around his cock, her slit was perfectly tight and fiery hot, a delicious warmth that had been stoked to a fever pitch by Ororo’s mouth and fingers. He held her in place to take his cock perfectly, easing her back and forth until Rogue was doing it for herself, swinging her soft ass back into Scott’s groin, getting his huge erection deep inside her sex. 

The burning, rippling feel of being delved into by him had lost all its fearsome qualities and become exciting. Rogue shuddered in profound ecstasy as she realized she had lost her virginity. Now that the deed was done, her body irrevocably ushered into sensuality, Rogue could see no reason not to enjoy herself fully.

T’Challa’s mind was jostled back into activity, just in time for him to curse himself for not taking Rogue first, not being the one to have her virginity. But he didn’t take much time to rue his uncharacteristic hesitance—he was too enthralled by how Ororo handled the girl, the obscene spectacle of Ororo guiding Rogue in devouring her, while her own masturbation of Rogue was still fresh enough in his mind to hypnotize him anew with the memory.

His stiff manhood seeped out a small amount of impatient precum, convincing him to move before his clothing was soiled. Unzipping his fly, he went for the last remaining opening: that of Ororo’s juicy mouth.

With him standing beside the chair, holding out his erect cock, Ororo quickly acquiesced. She kept one hand on Rogue’s head while the other took hold of his erection, bringing it directly to her wet lips. In the next moment, T’Challa was shuddering and groaning, the end of a chain of pleasure that started with Scott plundering into Rogue’s virgin cunt and ended with Ororo’s mouth thrashing needfully on his pounding erection, trying to get his hot cum as soon as possible.

If she was in a race with Rogue as to who would make their man come first, there was no telling who would win. After minutes of steady, powerful thrusting, Rogue’s virginal tightness was getting to Scott. The warmth was in his balls and behind his cock, promising him an incredible orgasm if he just kept to the snapping rhythm he had set. 

Fast, hoarse pants came up from his throat as he felt Rogue’s young cunt roiling around his pounding manhood like it was begging for him to explode. She too gasped fervidly, not that it was audible with her tongue lapping furiously at Ororo’s cunt. But from the feel of her luscious little pussy, Scott knew she was as close to coming as he was.

“Gggkkh!” Rogue gurgled, totally losing herself between Ororo’s trembling thighs. If she hadn’t come yet, she was about to. Scott drove himself deep into her cunt and let his cock surrender to the last vestiges of her cherry.

“Great fuck, Rogue,” he panted out, squeezing her delectable ass in his strong hands as he came so hard in her, it felt like his seed was singing its way out of his cockhead. “Damn good fuck—love your ass, Rogue, have it next—God! Take it, Rogue, take my cum, your hot little cunt earned it! Unnh!”

At the same time, Ororo had enough of Rogue’s frantic mouth. It’d given her a series of shattering climaxes and she couldn’t take anymore. Unceremoniously, she kicked Rogue away and spun around to face T’Challa, wrapping her arms around the backs of his thighs to pull herself closer to his cock, suck more of it. She groaned and gulped with him sinking into her gullet.

Scott’s orgasm finally came to a close, firing the last of his load into Rogue’s greedily accepting cunt. With a deep sigh of contentment, he slid out of her and sat back, panting to catch his breath.

But Rogue wasn’t satiated so easily. She’d had her first helping of sex and enjoyed her tastes of both men and women. Her new hunger demanded to be gorged. She knelt down beside Storm, and without any of T’Challa’s prick to suck, she turned her attention to his balls—licking at them, lifting the scrotum in her hand to work her tongue underneath and between his testes.

Seeing Rogue’s appetite, Ororo pulled away from T’Challa’s erection and with her hand wrapped around its base, she pointed it at Rogue instead. Rogue opened her eyes, closed in lascivious enjoyment of T’Challa’s flavor, and was greeted by the sight of his member just inches away from her face. She hesitated, then felt Ororo’s purring approval at her side. Rogue cupped T’Challa’s ass as she moved to swallow his prick, this time without any need for a guiding hand in back of her head.

The feel of his cock alive, throbbing and juicy in her mouth, was new to Rogue, but she didn’t feel any revulsion or even uncertainty. It felt good, natural really, and she sucked with her mouth pitching back and forth, trying to stimulate T’Challa’s shaft the same way she’d done the folds of Storm’s pussy.

Within seconds, she’d fallen into an easy rhythm, accepting the dirtiness of the sex act, eager to play it out to the end. T’Challa was just as happy to play his role—he pumped his hips wildly into Rogue’s face. After the warm-up with Ororo, this blowjob was short and frantic.

T’Challa’s big prick jerked against the back of Rogue’s throat and she let out a groan of exquisite enjoyment, sucking wildly at the flaring cockhead, urging his spurting cum out from his balls. The feel of it was enough to make her pussy sizzle, jumping as it had when Scott was seeking out her opening. 

Then, in sweet answer, she felt one of Ororo’s hands at her slit while the other nestled in her hair, pulling her face back. Rogue opened her eyes again, unable to resist as she gaped in orgasm, and she saw T’Challa jerking himself right in her face.

Rogue had never seen a prick brought to orgasm, never seen the eruption of semen, the flying whiteness that came out so thick and so fast. It was a sight she would never forget—T’Challa’s cum slapped against her face, her open mouth, and she instinctively closed her eyes as more came out, covering her features in a warm coating of semen. 

Then, her body trilling with orgasm, she felt Ororo’s tongue run over her cheek, lapping up her husband’s cum. 

“And when I’m done with your face,” Ororo cooed, her lips smacking as she licked clean more and more of Rogue’s face, “I’ll lick Scott’s cum from your cunt. It will be pristine when T’Challa is ready to fuck you. Then, in nine months, we will see which man has managed to breed you.”