The Virus

Author's Note: Yeah, Beast will get some too. No worries. Pretty much everyone's going to get laid in this story.



CHAPTER 3



The office upstairs was uncomfortably quiet. Sean and Emma sat in two chairs facing a desk where Ororo, Kitty, Bobby and Alex all stood in front staring at them.



"I'm tellin' ye! I don't know how it all happened! One minute we're trying to give a lecture on Sex Ed and then... Monet just ups and goes wild and we all lose control!"



"So you think there was some sort of mind control involved?" Ororo asked.



"Maybe. I don't know! It's like I was there, but that little voice in the back of my mind that tells you to stop... it wasn't there anymore!"



"Emma?" Kitty looked to the White Queen, raising an eyebrow.



"What?" Emma replied. "You think I caused this? Absolutely not! If I had, I certainly would have kept going until I climaxed, I'll tell you that much. Furthermore, I think if I was going to coax someone into a sex party, I would have chosen a more appealing group of people! I'm not some kind of sexual deviant."



"When I first met you, you kidnapped me, a minor, while you were wearing only a corset and panties."



"Oh, sure. When you put it like that!"



"Enough!" Alex stopped the two of them. "Listen, considering me and Lorna are... kind of responsible for putting all of you in that situation to begin with, I have to admit that I believe Sean. I pretty much felt the same way earlier that day. Like my inhibitions were totally out of whack."



"So should we be concerned?" Bobby asked.



Storm paced around the desk. "We would need to look into this a little more. So far, it's just the one incident 'prompting' another. For the time being, let's keep this as quiet as possible. The last thing we need is Logan or Sam flying off the handle after learning that Jubilee and Paige... um..."



"Got railed like porn stars?" Bobby interjected. Storm and Kitty shot him a glare, Alex rolled his eyes.



"Thank you, Bobby. For putting it so crudely. Kitty, if you could talk to the children and tell them that we'd like them to keep this to themselves for now. Let them know they're not in any trouble."



"Got it."



At this point, Cyclops hurried into the room. "Sorry. I'm late, I know!"



"Thank you for coming, Scott. Where were you? I paged you three times in the last half-hour." Storm asked. Scott looked a little flustered.



"Um. Ah. I was busy."



"But you told me earlier that you and Jean were going to hit the gym for a while." Alex said, catching Cyclops even more off-guard.



"Yes. I said that. And... er..." He tried to come up with something to say, but before he could think, Emma cut him off.



"Oh! This is GOOD!" Everyone looked at Emma and then at Scott.



"All right. Here's what happened..."



***



HALF AN HOUR EARLIER...



Scott was in the gym, on his back, sweat dripping down his forehead. His muscles tense, his breathing heavy. Jean leaned over to him.



"Come on! Come on!" She ordered. "Only two more to go!"



The barbells Scott was straining to push up weighed a lot, but he finally managed to finish his set and set the barbells on their rack. He looked up at Jean in her spandex tights and felt a little bit of energy flowing back into him. He sat up and looked over at Warren, who was holding Betsy's feet down as she was doing a set of sit-ups. Scott couldn't help but notice the remarkably tiny shorts she was wearing and the incredibly tight sports bra. He tried not to stare and shook his head before turning to Jean, who could tell what he was thinking. Jean raised an eyebrow and didn't take it too seriously.



"All right, time for another set." She said. Scott started to reconsider how seriously she took it. "Give me twenty now instead of ten."



Really reconsidering it.



Meanwhile, off to the side, as Betsy was finishing up her set, Warren couldn't help noticing how stunning her legs were. The smoothness of them; the tone; the way they didn't sweat, they glistened. And Betsy could tell he was enjoying the view. So Betsy decided to have some fun. She finished up and then brought her legs in towards herself and then did a split in order to do some stretches. And when Betsy did a split, she did a split. Her legs were all the way out to each side in a perfectly straight line. Warren blinked at this for a moment, trying to take it all in. Even more noticable was when Betsy arched her back up, Warren got a clear view of her shorts, wedging themselves into her pussy,the lips just peeking out the sides. Warren also saw that Betsy had shaved that morning as there was not one hair in that area. And while he was looking at her crotch, she was staring at his. She saw the bulge in his shorts getting bigger and harder.



And while Warren and Betsy were checking one another out, Scott and Jean were watching them. Trying not to be too obvious about it but it couldn't be helped. The two of them irradiated sexual energy. Jean had come up with a way to distract Scott from those two, so as he struggled with his bench presses, she moved so she was standing directly over his head. Scott glanced straight up to see Jean's crotch directly above him. She backed up and turned around, giving him a view of her bubble butt, which looked even hotter in her spandex. Now, Warren wasn't the only one with a hard-on. Jean looked at the erection in Scott's pants and felt her skin flush. She looked over at Betsy, who was now looking at Scott's crotch. The girls looked at one another.



"Looks like someone is getting excited." Betsy said, with a coyish tinge in her voice.



"I could say the same thing." Jean replied.



"Yes, but there's one subtle difference."



"What's that?"



"I'm going to make him even more excited." Betsy said, raising an eyebrow. She then slowly got on all fours and crawled up to Warren and kissed him. She ran her hands over his chest and down towards his shorts, massaging them and shoving him on his back as she rubbed his thighs before moving them apart so she could crawl between them. At that point, Scott's communicator went off, but he was too surprised to respond right away.



"Should I get that?" He asked.



"It can wait. You're busy." Jean said. She TK'd the barbells away to the opposite end of the room and with them now out of the way, she stepped over and sat on top of his lap. She grabbed Scott by the back of the head and brought him up to her chest, holding him between her breasts.



Betsy took things further now by pulling down Warren's shorts and going down on him. She used both her hands to twist their way up the shaft as she ran her tongue all over his cockhead. She even turned her hand so her index finger and thumb were near the bottom and her other fingers were on the underside of his dick.



"Ohhh shit, Betsy. You're amazing!" Warren groaned as he looked down at her, brushing her hair back so he could see her eyes.



Betsy paused and looked over at Jean. "You hear that? I'm amazing!"



Jean was now convinced; this was no longer just a sexy little encounter: It was now a competition. And Jean was ready to play. She turned around so she could give Scott a lapdance like he'd never had before. She ground her ass into his crotch and wiggled her way down, sliding further down the bench they were on until her hair was brushing against his lap. She then quickly flipped over and tanked down his shorts to expose his cock, which she dove onto. She nearly devoured it with her throat, reaching up to push his shirt up his chest, where she pinched his nipples as he pulled the shirt over his head.



"Oh my god, Jean! I love you!" Scott blurted out as she continued deep throating him. She gagged a bit and then finally came back up for air and looking over at Betsy with a look that said 'top that'!



Betsy intended to. She stood up, took off her shorts and then knelt down on top of Warren's face and in an incredible display of her flexibility, bent over backwards so she could suck the head of his cock. Scott and Jean's jaws dropped seeing that.



"Okay, she wins." Jean said weakly.



"Fuck that. She doesn't win if you cum first." Scott coolly stated. He then stripped her bottoms off, lifted her up by the ass until her legs wer draped over his shoulders and started licking her cunt. She placed her hands around his head and ran them all through his hair as she started to moan softly.



"Ohhhh... oooohhh.... Scott, you always knew just how to eat my pussy!" She cooed.



Betsy's eyes narrowed. She straightened up and grabbed him hard by the scruff of his neck. "Do you hear that? I want to be moaning like that in less than thirty seconds! Understood?"



"Yes, dear." He complied before she shoved his face into her box. He lapped and nibbled on her clit, causing her to shiver.



"Mmmmmm. That's a good boy." She said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed her oral stimulation.



Over by the bench, Scott carefully sat down on it and carefully lowered Jean onto his cock, causing her to gasp and hold her breath as he fully entered her before letting out a long moan. She bounced up and down on his dick, pulling her top off frantically so he could suck on her nipples as they fucked. "AH!" Jean gasped again as she turned around so she was getting fucked reverse cowgirl and facing Betsy. "Oh fuck! We're so past foreplay now! Uhhnnn!"



"You heard her! Enough screwing around! Fuck me!" Betsy demanded. Warren slid out from underneath her legs, turned over and grabbed her hips, ramming all of his member directly into her moist cunt. "OH! FUCK!" She shouted as he started pumping.



"That good enough for you, dear? Am I fucking you hard enough?"



"NNnnnn! Yes! YES!"



On the bench, Scott was jackhammering Jean's slit. Her feet were propped up on his thighs and her hands on his chest as she was driving her hips up and down just as fast.



"Oh! OH! OHH! GOD! FUCK! SLAP MY ASS! SLAP MY ASS!" Jean yelled. Scott was only too happy to oblige. He brought his hand up and with a loud smack! He slapped her ass so hard he left a handprint.



"AGAIN! ANOTHER!"



Smack!



"ANOTHER!"



Smack!



"ANOTHER! I WANT MY ASS SLAPPED RAW WHILE YOU FUCK MY PUSSY!"



SMACK!



Over by the mats, Warren did some ass-slapping of his own, but it didn't please Betsy at all.



SMACK!



"If I wanted you to do that, I'd tell you! Now stop slapping my ass and start fucking it!"



"Understood." Warren said. He pulled his dick out, spread her ass-cheeks apart, spit onto her anus and pressed the tip of his cock against it until it slid all the way in. Betsy screamed. She pounded her fist against the floor, gritting her teeth and pressing her face to the mat.



"ARRRRRRRGH! That's right! Fuck my tight little ass! YES!" Betsy reached under between her legs and started rubbing her pussy with all her fingers.



Jean scowled as Betsy was doing something she didn't feel comfortable doing... yet. But she did have an idea. She telekinetically flipped around and tilted herself and Scott until she was hunched over on the floor with her pussy in the air and her legs past her head, Scott crouching down piledriving his cock into her. Now Scott was the one bouncing up and down, drilling Jean's twat.



"Oh baby, go faster! I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me CUM!" Jean reached up to rub her clit as Scott fucked faster and faster. "Baby! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Scott immediately halted and pulled out, a bit confused until he saw Jean rubbing her pussy so furiously that she squirted! And not just a trickle, Jean started totally gushing pussy juice out and all over herself. She moaned happily, tilting her head a little back to see a furious Betsy. "I came first!"



"You won, baby!" Scott smiled.



"Yeah, now stick that fat cock back in me and get your prize!" Jean demanded as she grabbed his rod and put it back in.



"So does this mean we're done?" Warren said. He sounded worried.



"We're! Not! Done! Till! I! Say! We're! Done! Keep! Fucking!" Betsy grunted between each thrust into her ass. She rubbed her pussy harder and harder until she finally let out a stream of her own ejaculate. Betsy buried her face in her hands and let out a long cry of pleasure.



"I'm getting close!" Scott leaned down and groaned.



"Don't pull out! Don't pull out! I wanna feel it!" Jean begged as she rocked her hips while Scott pumped faster.



"Okay! I'm gonna cum inside you. Gonna... cuuuuuuuuuummmm!" Scott grunted loudly as he buried his cock as deep a she could inside her, spasming as he climaxed. Jean also spasmed, crying a bit as she ran her hands through her red hair. She moaned a little more as her orgasm subsided, looking over at Warren and Betsy, who was still ass-fucking her on the mat. Jean caught Betsy's eye



"Unh! Uh! Oh fuck! Do that to me! Cum inside me!" Betsy begged as Warren kept thrusting his cock into her asshole.



"You want me to cum in your pussy?"



"No! I want it in my ass! All in my ass." She moaned. Warren picked up the pace, causing Betsy to moan louder, even digging her fingernails into the mat, tearing the fabric in some parts. Finally Warren pulled out just enough to see the tip of his cock cum into Betsy's gaping ass, before stuffing his dick right back in to push it all inside her. Betsy threw her head back, whipping her hair around and settling it onto her now sweat-covered back.



They all slowly got up, each one of them still breathing a little heavily. Scott's communication device now went off for a third time. "Dammit. I have to go. I'll see you tonight." He kissed Jean on the cheek, putting his pants back on and hurried off, trying to put his shirt back on as he left.



"So what are you going to do now?" Betsy asked a tired Jean, who was still completely nude and her pussy cum running down her leg. "Up for another round?"



"Thanks, but I want to take a nap now. And have a snack. You two have fun here." She wrapped a towel around herself, picked up her clothes and sauntered off.



Betsy and Warren looked at one another for a moment.



"Again?" Warren asked.



"I don't recall saying we were done. So yes, again." Betsy replied. "And this time we do it in the air." She ordered. Warren nodded in compliance, grabbed her by the waist, allowing her a second to wrap her legs around his hips right before they took off.





***



NOW...



Kitty, Ororo, Alex, Bobby, Sean and Emma all stared at Scott in dumbfounded surprise. "What? You... you all wanted to know where I was, so-- there! I told you where I was." He explained.



"Well. Thank you, Scott. For being so honest. A little too honest, I should say. I don't think we really required that much detail." Ororo managed to say.



"I was okay with it!" Bobby chimed in.



"Fine. Bobby was okay with it." She continued.



"Sorry. I normally wouldn't blurt something like that out. What's this meeting for?"



"Something that isn't as much of an isolated incident as we once thought." Emma answered.



TO BE CONTINUED...



Next Chapter: X-Force.