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Cuckoo For Cock	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 19800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Spyke came into the bathroom, he took a moment to stop and watch Mindee, though his balls were killing him. It was a cramped bathroom—not even the size of the one back home, which had had a bath, counter… the dorm’s was just a shower stall, a toilet, and a pedestal sink with a mirrored medicine cabinet where he had to keep his razor and toothbrush. One neat triangle, with the clothes hamper outside, beside the door.
Mindee was in the shower. The door was closed, the glass not pebbled or obscuring in any way, but slowly fogging up with the hot water that was pouring down on her. He enjoyed the view of what he’d only glimpsed before. Her body was trim, slender rather than voluptuous. Her ass was narrow and tight, her breasts small—at least in comparison to some of the X-Men—but she was sumptuously unashamed of her own body.
The steam rose, the water fell, every bit of it painting her extravagantly displayed flesh in a new light. She saw him watching her and ran her hands over her body, her slick hair flowing down her chest as she ran it through her fingers, her belly squeaking as her hands roamed the smooth flesh, her cunt red and vivid when she opened up the outer lips.
But Spyke shook his head. And Mindee turned around instead, displaying to him her small, intriguing ass. The bronze flesh only a few shades away from her golden hair, her flesh as smooth and unblemished between her cheeks as it was everywhere else. He forced the door open. Gave Mindee a slap on the ass, propelling her forward so that she was leaning against the wet tiles with her hands, her ass up thrust at him, a target. He smacked it a few more times, the force of the blows shooting through her tiny ass in a wave, making it seem to vibrate. Color, like spots of rouge, invaded the tanned skin. Mindee felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart, opening them up to the rock-hard erection that suddenly landed between them.
Spyke stepped up against her ass, his cock vertical in the crevice, throbbing, a fiery sensation of warmth that Mindee couldn’t believe. He kissed her throat. He spanked her again, this time between the legs, his fingers lashing against her cunt. Mindee moaned and shook. She pushed her ass out further.
Spyke took a step back, lowering his cock, and pressed its knob to the tiny, puckered opening his hands revealed. Then he pushed forward. Mindee gasped in pain as he wedged his way into her hole. Penetrating her. He held himself inside her ass and let her get used to being sodomized, her body burning so hot that the warm water spraying down on her was a cool relief.
The pain passed. Spyke seemed to sense it, pushing forward again, Mindee panting as the process shoved her up against the wall. His hands were on her hips, carefully controlling her as time passed, inch by slow inch, until Mindee felt so stuffed with cock she didn’t think it was possible for her to take anymore. That was when Spyke kept going.
“You kept it nice and fucking tight for me, didn’t you?” Spyke muttered. He reached under her and groped her breast, Mindee’s pussy automatically clenching on nothing, while her ass was overwhelmed by the presence inside it. She looked over her shoulder, shocked to find that the base of his cock was still outside her ass, another two inches waiting to go. Growling, moaning, Mindee braced herself against the slippery tiles and drove herself back against him. His entire cock was forced into her ass.
She screamed in pain and triumph as his bloated cockhead shot into her bowels, balls bouncing against her cunt. Spyke groaned, teeth grinding together, and he slapped her wide-spread ass again. Mindee would almost think it was a punishment, only for how pleasingly light the smack was. It was in congratulations.
Then he reached under her, cupping her breasts with both hands, his touch rougher, harder. His palms grinded against her erect nipples as he fondled her, setting up a throbbing feeling in her tits as she got used to having a cock in her ass. Mindee put her hands over his, urging him to squeeze her breasts tighter, to punish them for making her feel so good. He kissed the back of her neck. He bit her shoulder. His hips swayed, like they were dancing, his fiercely hard cock steadily pulsating inside her. Until her body trembled with desire, her cunt burning, her clit electric.
“Fuck my ass,” she panted, working her hips forward, then sending them back, fucking herself on the cock deeply embedded in her ass. “Fuck my ass, fuck my ass—“
“You’re doing a pretty good job of that yourself,” Spyke observed wryly. He held onto Mindee’s breasts, a nice handful on either side, as Mindee reached behind herself and grabbed his hips, face leaned forward against the tiles as she drove her ass back onto his cock.
She could not stop. His cock was too big, too erect, the pain too soft and the pleasure too hard for her to not keep going, fucking herself with him as dildo, fucking herself harder than she ever had on her own, suddenly flying upright to throw her arms back, crossing behind his neck, holding to him as a tight as a stripper did a lapdance as her hips ceaselessly carried her onto his cock, her naked body basking in the shower spray it was now fully exposed to as his arms wrapped around her, as his hand delved between her legs, fingers in her cunt, him fucking her as she fucked him.
She came a few times, her body so sensitive that she felt each needle of water as it lanced her body, felt red-hot pokers when they crossed her inch-long nipples, felt his fingers inside her, touching his own cock where it stretched the membrane between anus and sex. He knew how deep he was in her.
“We’re done,” he said huskily into her ear, pulling her body tight as his cock became a geyser of hot cum in her ass. His heated cum splashed into her bowels, filling them, seeming to fill her whole body. The thought of the tangy deliciousness that she’d swallowed just minutes before now being pumped into her ass set Mindee off one last time. She clenched around his fingers. Knew he’d felt it, felt her come from making him come.
Then her body couldn’t stop trembling. Even though it was over, she could still feel the force of her climax in the very depths of her cunt, feel her ass glowing like there was a fire. She slipped and he held her up, the warm shower beating on her as he embraced her, his busking hand and the water soothing away her sudden wooziness.
It took her long minutes to recover from being so completely fucked. It was a wonderful feeling, but an exhausting one. Finally, he turned the water off, took a towel from the rack, and dried her off as she leaned tiredly against the wall. There was a pleasant glow to being touched by him. After that, he took her by the shoulders, leading her back into the dorm room, laying her down on the bed. Her legs flared happily, no longer having to support her weight. She felt like she’d run a marathon.
There was another girl in the bed. And it was the same girl.
“Mindee, what’s your sister doing here?” Spyke asked calmly.
“I’m Mindee,” said the girl in the sheets, her eyes momentarily dipping to his stirring erection. “That’s Esme.”
The shower-fresh girl raised her hand in a weak wave.
Spyke shrugged. “So what’re you, a tag-team?”
“Just a little sisterly bonding. Before we let you date our sister, we’re going to make sure you can take care of her properly. And that you’re not just interested in her tits and ass.”
Spyke scowled at her. “What, you can’t just read my mind?”
“Oh, no, that would be wrong. Anyway, the next week will be your trial period. And we’ll expect you to be able to tell the difference between your lady love and her four sisters.”
Spyke picked up the girl from the shower. “In that case, this is really Mindee. She didn’t react at all when she saw my dick—and you just did, sister.”
Esme smiled. “Well then. You passed the first test.”
Mindee sighed. “He passed a lot of tests…”
Esme got up to leave. Spyke grabbed her arm.
“Of course, I could always make sure.”
Esme looked confusedly to Mindee, but she was smiling. “He does need someone to take care of that cock… and I can’t seem to move.”
Now looking frantically between the two of them for some sign of a joke, Esme allowed herself to be lowered back to the bed.
“Hey, you know what you’ve never done?” Mindee asked.
“What?”
“Been fucked in the ass.”
Esme bit her lip. “Does it feel good?”
“Remember when Phoebe licked your asshole, sis?”
“Yes.”
“Well, didn’t that feel good?”
Esme nodded slowly.
“Then you can begin to imagine what it would feel like to have a cock up your ass. You ready, Spyke?”
“Didn’t pack any Vaseline. We could go back into the shower…”
“No need!” Mindee said, her vocal excitement making Spyke’s balls roar as he thought of ramming his cock into two tight little assholes in the same day.
Mindee hurried to the care package the other students had assembled, digging through the curios to a jar of Vaseline. Spyke watched the cheeks of her ass bounce as she went back to Esme, her sister already on her hands and knees.
“Nice. Grease your sister’s asshole for me. Just put a little on your finger and shove it right in there. She’ll thank you later.”
Spyke grinned devilishly as Mindee went through with it, lubricating Esme’s asshole with a thick quantity of the lubricant. Then she backed away and Spyke moved in behind the kneeling girl, bringing the aching head of his prick to her asshole.
“Fuck her, Spyke!” Mindee cried.
“OH! Oww! OOOOooooooooooh!”
***
Esme didn’t show up for class the next day. Spyke guessed because taking classes lying on your belly wasn’t allowed, even in the Xavier Institute. In fact, in his first class of the day, the only Cuckoo attending was Mindee. Someone claiming to be, at any rate. With the Cuckoos being a hive mind, only one of them needed to attend a class for all of them to absorb it.
After class, he followed her to the library for a free study period. She disappeared deep into the reference section, Spyke following after her until the sounds of the larger library area—clacking of computer keys, shuffling pages—was lost. Here, down in the archives, you could hear the dust gathering.
He turned the corner of one of the many shelves—A through A—and saw Mindee. She had removed blouse and bra, but left her red plaid tie on. It dipped between her breasts, making their contours seem even more thrilling.
“Guess where I want your dick,” she said.
Spyke unzipped his pants. When he brought his cock out, she kept a careful poker face. Score one to ‘Mindee.’ “Lie down.”
She did, right between the shelves, just touching the sides of her breasts with her hands to hold them tightly together. He straddled her belly, moving forward until his erect cock was within the canyon formed by her breasts.
“Not as hot as your ass, but warm enough,” he crooned.
Mindee maintained her poker face, looking down at the spectacle of her tits being plowed by his cock, back and forth, in and out, his thick prick sawing between her breasts. That affected her, Spyke could tell. She nodded to herself as his cockhead came closer, and when it neared her mouth, her tongue darted out like a lizard’s to flit over his crown.
“Niiice,” Spyke said. “Let’s see some more of that.”
He pushed his cock tantalizing to her lips, balls dragging into her cleavage, forcing her to make the first move. And she was happy to do so, canting her head until her chin was against her breadbasket, then opening her mouth wide. Spyke couldn’t take the temptation. He pushed forward, filling her mouth with cock. She licked at it enthusiastically, Spyke playing with her tits, sandwiching them around his shaft as she worked his cockhead.
There was more to it for Spyke, though. The way she pushed her breasts together, it was too hard, smothering his cock like she was trying to arrest its rapid thrusting into her cleavage. Mindee, he felt sure, would’ve held back a little, not used her full strength, creating only a bit of resistance instead of trying to hold his cock between her tits. The bit of challenge to him was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, and Spyke felt the need to take this titfuck to the next level—pull on the thread and see if it unraveled.
“That’s looking good… you eating cock… and I like feeling your mouth on my cock… I’ll like you taking it all even more…” He put his hands on her head, thumb tickling at her bottom lip, getting her to open wider for him to slide his cock into succulent mouth, down deep throat, all the way in and all the way down. She didn’t even gag. “Take it all, take it all,” Spyke grunted, as he fucked her throat, feeling his cockhead wonderfully pushing right into her tightening narrow. He spent a few minutes, just having her deep-throat him again and again.
Then she pushed him back, managing to get his cock out to her lips, gasping in air before she went down on him again, sucking him like a lollipop. Spyke rested his hands on his hips and let her take over. She bobbed up and down a few moments, then pulled it all the way out, kissing it all over, licking up and down the long cock—down to the hairy balls, up over the head, every inch.
His precum was flowing, rewarding Mindee every time she lapped at his cockhead. Spyke was about to come. He pulled back, slapping his wet cock down between her breasts again, upon her cute little tie, and Mindee obediently pressed her tits together over it. Spyke slapped her cleavage, sending her tits bouncing and jiggling with his cock inside the sandwich, Mindee moaning gently with each smack.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
His hips bucked, his cock traveling through her tits, stabbing at her face until Mindee actually felt threatened by that big black cock approaching her. God, what if it went down her throat again? Could she take it once more? Had she been able to breathe while he fucked her face?
Irrelevant questions. Spyke grabbed Mindee by the hair of her blonde head, jerked her back, while his other hand pumped his cock to completion. He’d already started to orgasm—it was just a matter of delivering the biggest load possible.
“UUUHHH!” Spyke groaned, scrunching up his face but refusing to close his eyes as he watched his cock power out a stream of white cum all over Mindee’s own lust-contorted face.
Shuddering with arousal, Mindee opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to catch even more of his seed. She had plenty of time to do so, plenty of semen to be covered in.
His ejaculating penis took so long to stop its rhythmic twitching that Mindee worried someone would stumble upon this quickie. But finally, his cock went limp, and Mindee realized Spyke was still pumping it, milking the final sluggish drops out upon her C-cups, already soiled by her own saliva.
Then Mindee felt at her face and grimaced in disgust. God, had she really—his—all over her face?
Finished, Spyke flicked his cock at her, then tucked it back into his pants. “You’re not Mindee,” he said conclusively. “She loved my cum a lot more.”
Phoebe scowled. At least it would be good for her pores.
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Phoebe complained to Esme afterward, how she’d gotten cum all over her face and in her brand-new hairdo and hadn’t even gotten off. Esme supposed Spyke resented jumping through hoops for them. She promised to make it up to Phoebe the next day.
So, when Celeste led Spyke into the forest, Phoebe was there too, Esme with her. They watched from behind a tree as Celeste led Spyke by the hand. They were far from the mansion; its turreted roof could just be seen over the horizon, towering oaks cutting off most sound and sight, the ambient noise of the wind through the branches nearly omnipresent. Air currents weaved the fallen leaves off the ground, pulling them like a roaming snake along the roots and sod and patches of grass.
Spyke and Celeste talked lowly, him interrogating her, her deflecting his questions, not wanting to give away her identity before she’d had her shot. Just when Phoebe was about to ask when they would fuck—it wasn’t like she had gotten any foreplay—Celeste pulled on Spyke’s hand again. She wasn’t trying to lead him anywhere now. She was yanking his palm to her breast.
Instantly, his cock rose in his pants. Esme massaged Phoebe’s shoulders as she stared longingly at it. She knew how Phoebe craved a boyfriend—more than Mindee, even, who had started this all in the first place. Esme knew, as the oldest by as many as three minutes, it would fall on her to satisfy Phoebe. Keep her from seeking pleasure outside the sisterhood while they were still incorporating Spyke into their perfect unity.
She did not think of this as incest. They shared one mind. It was more like masturbation. Esme kissed the back of Phoebe’s neck, feeling her sister respond even while knowing Phoebe’s eyes were locked on the spectacle Celeste was making of herself.
Their sister had attacked the bulge in his pants, Spyke letting out an explosive “Woof!” as he was shoved down on the ground, Celeste hiking up her dress, settling down on his rigid cock, her sex clamping down on it like a vise. She let out a long exhale, while Phoebe took in a sharp intake of breath, Esme’s hands under her dress and between her legs.
Esme watched over Phoebe’s shoulder as Celeste shrugged her full, white breasts out of her dress and pulled Spyke’s mouth to them. She rode him without mercy, but Spyke was stoic, staying hard and holding her gingerly as she pushed down rhythmically on his thick, meaty cock. She shuddered blissfully, fucking herself on him, Spyke allowing her her pleasure like he knew he was being watched. When every inch of him was in her, Celeste lovingly wrapped her arms around him.
“Don’t move, my love—stay still, just a minute. I so love the way your cock feels inside me.”
Esme and Phoebe could both feel it through their psychic link. How her cunt was reacting to his hot blood pumping through the swollen veins of his cock, how he was jolting her slightly, bouncing her upon his cock, each time pushing her toward a climax. Celeste couldn’t help but moan and give in.
Seductively, she rolled her hips on Spyke. Unable to control herself as her head flew back and drifted from side to side, she looked through Spyke’s eyes at his juicy cock sliding so smoothly in and out of her pussy.
Phoebe wanted the same, Esme could tell. She hadn’t gotten it from Spyke and now she wanted it worse than ever. Behind her, Esme pulled up her skirt. Her panties down. Her own skirt hid a strap-on. She pushed into Phoebe, controlling their hive mind so Phoebe felt both her dildo and Celeste’s fuck, while she herself sampled Spyke’s experience of Celeste’s tight cunt. She found out that though he barely made a sound, Spyke’s shaft felt like it was about to blow apart with his need to unload into Celeste.
Phoebe tried to concentrate on the sight of Celeste, not riding Spyke, but dancing to the ecstatic surges of hot current flashing up from her loins. Esme was stroking into her faster and faster, expressing the lust Spyke held restrained, trying to come for both of them. Phoebe closed around her like a strong fist. The mental reverberations were felt by Celeste and Spyke, who barely understood why they were now fucking each other so hard—his cock beginning to jerk and twitch with scalding jets of cum.
“Wait, wait for me, darling!” Celeste gasped, but Spyke was too far gone to hear her. His nails dug into her shaking ass cheeks, pulling her into his fucking with such force that all three psychically-linked twins felt they would be split in two.
“Give it to us!” they gasped in unison, even Esme, as she fucked into Phoebe like she could make herself gush. “Every drop, every drop! Drown us in cum!”
Celeste’s orgasms brought her against Spyke’s body, crushing her breasts against his broad chest. She hugged him with all her strength, rocking back and forth, whimpering as she felt her cunt fill.
A second later, Esme moaned loudly. She pounded her strap-on into Phoebe with savage thrusts, sweeping her along with Celeste’s orgasm. Tears of joy fell from Phoebe’s eyes. Celeste let out a wavering wail.
Spyke patted her on the ass as Esme and Phoebe fell out from behind their tree. “I don’t suppose any of you are Mindee, huh?”
Emma Frost found out about it all on Wednesday.
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