Kitty, Petted

“Kitty, be careful!” Jean chided. Normally, she’d be more concerned when a teammate took a hit, but this was the fifth time in the Danger Room session that Kitty had gotten slammed. She didn’t know how it was Scott wasn’t reading her the riot act. Couldn’t he see how Kitty was spacing out? Wasn’t he going to do something about how her negligence was endangering the rest of the team?

With her phasing, Kitty was a key member of the X-Men. She should’ve been untouchable, always ready to engage her power at a split-second’s notice. Instead, she was distracted to the point that she was taking as many hits as Wolverine and Colossus. And she neither healed nor was she invulnerable. 

Jean had to figure out what was going on with her. She peeked into Kitty’s mind, only dipping her finger into the surface thoughts, wanting to see what had so much attention. Then she was inundated by a flood of feminine hands fondling curvy breasts, tiny pink tongues against moist pink cunts, long legs sinuously curling and stretching—opening and closing—but never shut for long. 

Kitty couldn’t stop thinking about women—sex. She was too busy taking in her female teammates in their skimpy costumes to focus at all on the exercise. Jean saw herself, her own busty chest straining at the skintight fabric of her costume. 

And there was Storm, her proud breasts practically highlighted by the top she wore, thick ass similarly drawing the eye with clinging black leather. 

And if Ororo was practically wearing a set of lingerie, Emma actually was—her costume clearly nothing but a corset and panties under her fur-lined coat. Thigh-high boots like a set of silk stockings only added to the impression. And despite the corset’s purpose supposedly being to narrow the body, her breasts practically spilled out of them, full and voluptuous, the laces drawn taut between them as they bulged out to give Emma a formidable hourglass figure. Jean’s own breasts weren’t nearly so big—she told herself it was because they were lacking in ‘enhancement’—but Kitty seemed to appreciate them just as much. 

And then there was Rogue. Even with all her skin covered by a bodysuit, a jacket on over it, there was no hiding the abundance of Rogue’s curves. Her breasts, even through the skintight bodysuit, pushed aside her short jacket until its zippers only touched the outermost curves of her exuberance cleavage. And her ass perched on the top of long, slender legs, sleek and compact, a tight little ass without an ounce of fat on it, as the bodysuit shamelessly demonstrated. A thong would’ve shown less of the shape and curviness of Rogue’s buttocks. Her asscheeks pressed against the suit so tightly that it might as well have been a layer of cellophane wrapped around her hips.

More than that, Jean saw Kitty at night. Her hand between her legs, one finger in her pussy, the others rubbing at her labia. She felt drowsy, heavily laden with the warmth that was responding to the motion of her hand, with a delicious feeling of pleasure filling her body and keeping her awake enough to keep going. Her ass came off the bed, cunt pressing hard against her hand. Oh goddamn, that feels good—coming, coming—oh God, feels so good to COME!

And Jean knew that getting Kitty to focus would take more than a lecture from Scott.

***

“Remembah,” Rogue said, with a giggle and a wink. “Touch at yer own risk!”

She arced off the diving board, her bikini so skimpy and so flimsy that she nearly lost it impacting the water, even though she knifed into the pool with barely a splash. Emma wanted to slap the bitch for looking so young and sexy, and dressing to make herself look ten times sluttier and more seductive, even though she couldn’t get anything out of it but admiring stares.

They were all loitering around the pool, either sunning themselves or splashing around in the water. Ororo, Emma, and Rogue. And now Jean was coming, dressed in a bikini that was little more than a few colorful embellishments on a body that was mostly bare. Jean didn’t exactly flaunt her body, but she showed it off, and she didn’t have to pose or flirt after that. Her body did all the talking for her.

“Nice bikini,” Emma said.

“Thanks,” Jean said, stretching out beside her.

“I’ve got one the same color, only it’s a bit smaller.”

“Smaller?” Jean asked. “This one’s hardly more than strings and some cloth.”

“Mine’s all strings,” Emma replied. 

“No wonder Kitty’s having issues.”

“Kitty? Now she’s dysfunctional as well?”

“Yes. Didn’t you notice her struggling in the Danger Room?”

“I allow for a certain amount of mediocrity in all my teammates. There’s only so high a standard you can hold people to. They’re not me, after all.”

Jean rolled her eyes. “You’ll like this. Kitty keeps thinking about you and me, Storm, Rogue too. She wishes her breasts were as big as ours. She masturbates thinking about us.”

“Well, there’s an easy solution to that,” Emma reasoned. “We should fuck her.”

Jean laughed uncomfortably. “I was thinking we could do something for her self-esteem…”

“Fucking would be good for her self-esteem.”

By now, Ororo and Rogue had paddled over to the side of the pool. “Y’all talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ naughty?” Rogue asked. “Ah want in on it if ya ‘re.”

“Kitty Pryde,” Emma explained. “She’s been having dirty thoughts about us. I thought we should make them come true.”

“Ah’d be down for that,” Rogue said. “Ah couldn’t touch her, but the thought of all y’all fucking that flat-chested skank is so hot!”

“She’s our friend,” Ororo agreed. “We should help her. There’s no reason our support should end just because what she needs is of a sexual nature.”

Emma turned to Jean, beaming. “How about it, Jean? I know you like keeping your dark side under wraps, but how about letting it out for one night to make Kitty our sex slave? She wants it anyway…”

Jean’s voice faltered. “How would we even…”

“Leave that to me,” Emma said confidently. “Here comes Kitty now. No time like the present…”

Kitty was wearing the tightest, shortest pants Emma had ever seen, a set of jeans with virtually no legs, just her flawlessly smooth legs and golden brown thighs. Her nipples were visible, pushing pertly out through the T-shirt that clung to her chest like a second layer of skin. It was tied just under her bosom with a knot that it pulled it even tighter against her breasts, and that showed off her tanned belly and cute little navel.

Emma leered at Kitty’s small, pert breasts—leaning forward from her lounge chair to display her own massive cleavage. “Kitty, we were just talking about you. We’re all expecting big things from you.”

Kitty’s cheeks burnt. “Not as big as you,” she said, gawking at Emma’s D-cup breasts. The halter top that the White Queen wore seemed more to cradle the fullness of Emma’s tits than try to contain them, since they pushed out against the fabric as if about to slip free at any moment.

“Still plenty to look at,” Emma tittered. “Why don’t you come over here and let us see you?”

Kitty turned an even deeper red, but her embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop her. She paraded over to where Emma and Jean were soaking up the sun, displaying her slim and half-naked body to the older women.

“Kitty, you look wonderful,” Jean said, passion creeping into her voice.

“Yes. I think I’ll have to pull out all the stops to compete with this young filly.” Emma winked and pulled off her halter. Her large, creamy tits bounced freely, the nipples as big as silver dollars and just as hard. “What do you think, Kitty? Do you care that I had my own little ‘secondary mutation’ done?”

 

Kitty couldn’t take her eyes off Emma’s ripe, fleshy breasts. “Oh God, Emma, they’re so big!”

“Right answer,” Emma said. “Would you like to feel them?”

“Feel them?” Kitty repeated, suddenly aware of all the other X-Women around the pool. They all seemed interested in what she was doing.

“Go on, sugah,” Rogue told her. “Ah would if ah could.”

“We know you want to, Kitty.” Jean smiled at her. “Emma’s decided to make you her sex slave, and share you with all of us.”

“Not to mention put on a show for Rogue,” Ororo said.

“Hell, we’re all enjoying the show!” Rogue cried. “G’wan, Kitty, get this party started and let Emma break ya in!”

Kitty was still motionless. Emma stood up, seeming to tower over her, and took Kitty’s small hands and pulled them to her chest, her massive breasts. Kitty closed her eyes and tightened her lips as her hands, independent of her, squeezed into Emma’s tits, molding and remolding the flesh with sheer wonder. Emma’s breasts were huge, like mountains, and yet they were soft and light. And as big as they were, they responded to Kitty’s touch, firming and swelling and heaving. Kitty was conscious of a sense of power, being connected to such firm, potent flesh.

“That’s so good,” Kitty sighed, her own breasts billowing next to Emma’s more ample curves.

Ororo came up behind Kitty, watching how her ass, small and shapely as it was, shook like jelly as the girl quivered in need. She wrapped her arms around Kitty’s slender waist and ground her crotch into the curve of Kitty’s buttocks.

“Oh my God!” Kitty cried, looking over her shoulder at Ororo. “What are you doing?”

“The same thing that you’re doing,” Emma cooed in front of her. “Seeing something that looks good and having a feel.”

“Me?” Kitty squeaked.

“Why not you?” Ororo asked.

Emma took Kitty’s hand by the wrist again, bringing it to her mouth and sucking on the forefinger. Then she took Kitty’s hand back down to her breasts.

“Rub my nipple,” she breathed. “Touch it—play with it. Get it hard.”

Kitty blushed so hard, she had to look away from Emma. Into Ororo’s big, feline eyes. “It… it felt good… I liked it… you can do it again if you want.”

“I would,” Ororo purred, pressing herself against Kitty’s ass. This time, the girl wiggled her buttocks into the contact, making both of them tingle.

Rogue watched, thrusting her middle finger and ring finger all the way inside her, curling them in her pussy. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of it; she could hear Kitty’s breath hissing through her teeth. 

Then Kitty’s eyes roved to her, seeing how she was touching herself as she watched Kitty receive the caressing, groping treatment she would love to receive. Rogue got even more aroused, knowing Kitty was watching. Masturbation had never given her so much pleasure as it was now, being seen by Kitty, knowing it was getting to the young woman, increasing her arousal, which in turn intensified the thrill and excitement for Rogue. 

Ororo was behind Kitty, Emma was in front of her—now Jean approached her from the side. “Let me do it to you,” she whispered, and Kitty knew what was happening. Jean knelt down beside Kitty, tugging down her shorts, bringing her head around between Emma and Kitty to bury her face between Kitty’s thighs. She stabbed her tongue into Kitty’s sex, all four women feeling the surge of release go through them, the tremendous shift in arousal as their foreplay became sex.

It had been so long since Jean had eaten out anyone but Emma that she’d almost forgotten how different two cunts could taste. Kitty’s sex was nothing like Emma’s. The flavor was new, strange, intoxicating in how unfamiliar it was. A little sharper than Emma’s taste, but Jean had an instant craving for more—like she’d tasted some new, exotic delicacy for the first time and now couldn’t imagine how she’d ever lived without it. Her lips smacked wetly as she pushed deeper and deeper into Kitty’s groin, wanting to draw out Kitty’s lust into a swell of climax and fully initiate Kitty into orgasmic pleasure she had only dreamed of.