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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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Emma saw that Spyke left his books in class and before she could send a mental signal to him, Sophie was volunteering to take them to him. Emma agreed, of course. But one of her Cuckoos being helpful? And to a freshman? What possible reason could there be behind such fawning weakness?
She followed Sophie, who did not catch up to Spyke in the hallways. No, she found him striding rapidly across the mansion’s ungroomed backyard, Sophie high-stepping through the tall grass behind him, her big eyes shooting around to make sure no one was watching them. They weren’t, but Emma patched together a mosaic of psychic sight, people glancing around or looking out the window, and so saw without seeing how Sophie and Spyke went out to the barn. A relic of the mansion’s plantation days that still saw use with some of the Institute’s more outré visitors. But none at present.
Emma waited until the barn door swung shut behind Sophie—who would’ve been struck dead by fright to know that Emma Frost was onto her misbehavior—and then she strolled out to the barn, not in any particular hurry. Whatever Sophie and Spyke were doing, she was less interested in preventing it than in knowing what was going on in full.
She could very much guess what it was from the moaning and groaning, the spikes of sensory vividness emanating from inside the barn, but Emma still wanted to know specifics. How big, how long, how hard, how much. She had a hands-on teaching style, and she needed to know everything her girls were going through to effectively provide a guiding hand. No matter what the personal sacrifice.
For instance, in back of the barn, Emma found a window high up, looking into the hayloft, with a rope dangling down from it. Emma shucked off her heels and climbed the rope, pretending to herself that she was just doing some cardio with Fernando. She had no trouble at all clambering up to the window, peering intently over the edge, then slipping inside. Her bare feet tamped down stray flicks of straw as she approached the square hole looking down into the barn, where she could hear the sighs of Spyke, the moans of Sophie among the restless stirring of the few horses in the stable.
Utterly bold, Emma stood at the edge of the trap door, looking down upon the illicit little scene that had been arranged. She had a perfect view of the empty horse stall where Spyke had taken Sophie. It wasn’t even dark, a ray of sunlight coming through a missing plank in the wall and dripping honeyed light all over the two lovers. Spyke was kissing Sophie hungrily, hoisting her skirt up, running his coarse hands all over her smooth ass. Sophie moaned louder than ever, and as if that were the gun fired at the start of a race, Spyke pulled away from her.
He was panting with lust. He ripped his shirt off, revealing his brawny torso, bounding with his hard breaths. His hands flew to his belt next; he shed his pants in a matter of seconds. His ass and legs were as muscular as his upper body. And as for the most important muscle of all…
Well, Emma supposed she could no longer blame Sophie for allowing herself to be seduced.
She watched as they went through the motions. Spyke appeared quite good—Sophie didn’t have any complaints. Perhaps it was just that she was too young to really appreciate a good fucking. It wasn’t a summer blockbuster; it took more than just constant noise and stimulation. There was a place for tension, for escalation, for waiting. Spyke just seemed to take her, hard and fast. But maybe that was what Sophie enjoyed.
Certainly didn’t seem to have any complaints.
He finished in due course—more than due course—and Sophie caught her breath as Spyke pulled out of her, letting some of his abundant seed exit her as his cock filled with more, hardening all over again. A minus, that. Gave him less incentive to be really satisfying. Raised the risk that just when you thought you’d gotten through an unsatisfactory session, you had to do the whole thing over again. Sure, it was good for a marathon session, but a properly trained male could provide that all on his own, no mutant healing factor required.
Well, she might as well make her move now. No point in letting Sophie get all worked up again. Emma went back to the rope and climbed down it, stepping back into her heels, circling back around to the barn door. She rapped on it with diamond knuckles.
“Hello? Is anyone in there?” Then she circled back around.
Heard Sophie’s frightened voice quite clearly coming up through the trapdoor, out through the window. “Hide, hide, shit, get out of here!”
Emma just waited. Really, just shocking lack of strategy in her girl. Even Jean Grey would’ve been able to catch these two fooling around. Before sex, every lady should have both protection and an exit strategy. But, finally, Spyke appeared in the upstairs window. If he saw the rope, he didn’t use it, instead jumping down into a haystack.
Emma made a little tableau of them. A little painting in her mind. In the foreground, her legs akimbo. In the middle distance, Spyke crawling out of the hay, gulping as he saw her standing over him, hands on her hips.
His voice croaked. “Oh, God, Ms. Frost…”
“And here you are to explain everything.” Like the proper amount of Gordon’s to put into a martini, Emma knew exactly how much sarcasm to insert into a sentence without being outright juvenile. From the way Spyke shuddered, she knew she’d made his heart skip a beat. Good.
“You’ve been fucking one of my Cuckoos. Perhaps more than one, the little sluts.” Spyke dropped his head. “Go on, say it. If you’re man enough to be plowing them, you’re man enough to admit it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I think you can be more precise than that. Your name does indicate sharpness, doesn’t it?”
Spyke shook his head, the gesture more to himself than her. He now thought anything he said would get him in trouble, so he might as well do as she said. “I fucked her. I fucked Sophie.”
“And was she good? Cunt nice and tight? Shaven? Willing to allow you to cum on her face and in her mouth and so forth?”
“Yes,” Spyke choked.
“There’s a good man,” Emma said with satisfaction. She sat down on a bale of hay, straightening her skirt—but doing nothing to stop it from parting with her thighs, too short to cover both her legs and her crotch. Her groin was staring Spyke right in the face.
And not only couldn’t he take his eyes off it, he didn’t think Emma wanted him to.
“What are you looking at?” Emma asked, coolly but not unkind. She seemed more curious than anything else, an idle smirk coloring her face.
“Your…” Spyke stopped himself.
“My cunt?” Emma put in helpfully.
Spyke’s head bounced up and down like he’d been decapitated.
“Please be more precise than that weak-willed shrug.”
“I was looking at your cunt,” Spyke gulped.
Emma rolled her eyes. “No, you were looking at my panties.” She stood, scowling in all but her flashing, amused eyes. Again towering over Spyke, she undid the catch on her skirt, flinging it to one side, though making sure it landed on solid ground. “You’re still looking at my panties.” Outright grinning, she slid her panties down her legs, stooping to slip them out from under her heels, then tossing them to safety atop her skirt. If anything, they were even more valuable than her bottoms. “Now you’re looking at my cunt.”
“Yes, ma’am.” It throbbed right above his head.
“Just like you were looking at Sophie’s.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He thought he could hear it making sucking noises, like it was trying to pull in a prick, a finger no one would give it.
“And how does it compare to Sophie’s?”
At long last, Spyke couldn’t answer.
Emma knelt down. Putting her exposed sex less than a foot from Spyke’s face. “Too close to call? Maybe this will help you decide.”
She ran her finger through the slit of her pussy, wettening it on her own arousal, then passing it under Spyke’s nose. Over his lips. Into his mouth.
He tasted her. She could see him savor it. She knew his cock was swelling.
“Does my cunt taste good?”
He nodded desperately.
“Do you think it feels good?”
“Yes!” Spyke readily admitted, finally finding his voice.
“Good to lick?”
“Yes!”
“Good to finger!”
“Yes!”
“And how would your cock feel inside my wet, hot cunt?” Emma purred, letting him hear all the desire in her voice.
“So good!” Spyke gasped.
Emma laid back for a roll in the hay, legs spread, wet cunt framed by sleek thighs. “Then fuck me.”
Spyke practically lunged on top of her, only stopping with his glans already spreading open her labia. “Wait… what about Mindee?”
Emma shrugged. “She had her turn.”
And just like that, Spyke bolted forward, started fucking, his cock surrounded by sweet MILF pussy, her sex full of thick teenage cock. Emma smiled, vibrated with need as she took her fucking.
There was something to be said for hard and fast after all.
“Your cock’s so deep in my cunt,” she moaned demandingly. “But it can go deeper. Fuck me harder. Harder!”
She lifted up her legs, Spyke ramming her cunt, forcing her knees over his shoulders so his cock could go as deep as it wanted. Emma pricked her ass on a couple dozen straws, fucking him back. She couldn’t get enough of his cock, but fortunately, there was always more.
“Play with my tits,” she ordered.
“But your blouse—“
“Rip it off me. Bra too. Show my nipples how much you appreciate my cunt.”
Spyke grabbed hold of her top, the neckline already low, and ripped it clean in half. Her bra resisted. The same expensive material as her panties. A bone-spur cut it in half. He took her left tit in his mouth, her right in his hand, though he wished he’d had more time to look at her tits.
He’d wanted to scream, they were so beautiful—like the Cuckoos, only larger, more luscious, more evolved somehow—like Mindee’s breasts were the work of an amateur painter, while Emma’s was a masterpiece. Big, stiff nipples pointing at him, perfectly capping the buoyant slopes of her cleavage. He hadn’t even needed to touch them. Just seeing them had made his cock throb, Spyke actually thinking of taking it out from her perfect cunt so she could crush it between those tits. He fucked her harder. Maybe she’d let him come on them.
Emma felt herself start to climax. His mouth was too hot, his hand too rough. She was too sensitive and her cunt was too full for her not to give in. Fine. She gave herself permission to demean herself. He was doing too good a job not to give her the full effect.
“Suck me! Fuck me!” she roared, knowing Sophie, inside, could hear her. Probably watch her, if she wanted. Good. The first lesson of Auntie Emma’s Reform School was that Headmistress Frost always came first.
Spyke obeyed his teacher. Burned her with his mouth, mauled her with his hand. His free hand dug into her ass. She hadn’t given him permission, but hell, he’d earned it. And his cock kept hitting her pussy. Made it just as sensitive as the rest of her. She came again. Again. Poor Sophie really was missing out. Emma hoped she hadn’t wasted too much time on foreplay before letting him have his fun. She certainly hadn’t, but then, she’d gotten plenty wet watching that poor bint try to prove this cock’s equal.
She wasn’t, of course. It took a real woman to handle a cock like Spyke’s. And she handled it. He felt her have one climax after another, moaning and laughing as he pumped into her flooding pussy. Making her clench again and again, tighter each time, until it felt like he’d never be able to pull his cock from her multiorgasmic sex.
“I’m gonna cum!” Spyke grunted.
Emma managed a weak, teasing grin, even as she came all over again. “So soon?”
“You make me too hot,” he retorted. “I can’t hold on when it’s in you!”
“Fair enough,” Emma sighed happily, and he jammed himself to the spasming bottom of her depths, erupting with enough cum to fill her and Sophie besides. If Emma had wanted to share.
She hadn’t.
“Don’t stop fucking me!” Emma ordered when his cock had stopped spurting and her sex was running with teenage cum. “I deserve more! More!”
Spyke tried, but though he was still stiff, there was no friction in Emma’s well-used cunt. “It’s no use. There’s too much cum. I keep slipping out!”
“Well, whose fault is that?” Emma demanded as she pushed him away, turning over, onto all fours, ass in the air. “Fuck my ass.”
He spat into his hand, quick to lube her up. Well, at least Sophie had taught him that much. Her, or some of her whore sisters. Added up, they made quite the brothel. Emma mused the possibility of a reality TV show. Then Spyke put himself in her ass and Emma thought of nothing until she saw Sophie standing in front of her, arms crossed, toe tapping.
It’d gotten dark. And Sophie had finally summoned up enough courage to face her. Emma must’ve been fucking for quite a while. Had quite a few orgasms. But it was hard to tell when his dick in her ass felt like one continuous orgasm. Maybe there was something to be said for a mutant healing factor after all.
She’d have to get X-23 into one of her classes.
“Ms. Frost!” Sophie whined. “I can’t believe it! He’s mine!”
“Well, you’re just going to have to share him,” Emma said, sounding remarkably calm for a woman who just then was feeling a powerful ejaculation overflow her anus. “And not just with me. With all of your sisters. No more games.”
“I pretty much saw him first! Mindee only got him because she’s such a slut, you know she is! Tell her to share! Besides, it’s my turn!”
“You can go first when he—oh!” Emma shuddered in another orgasm. This really wasn’t too dignified. She really only should take these student-teacher conferences during vaginal sex. “Spyke, I’ll expect you at my cottage tomorrow morning, and I want you to fuck all my girls. No playing favorites. And you’ve come at least five times inside me, so I don’t want any excuses either.”
“I’m almost done,” Spyke groaned. “Want me to come in Sophie’s mouth?”
Emma smiled back at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Spyke, thank you. Sophie, come over here. As long as you’re sexually active, I expect you to be able to swallow cum like it’s mineral water. And be sure to thank him for all his cum as well. God knows you haven’t done much to earn it.”
“Yes, Ms. Frost,” Sophie agreed, getting down on her knees beside Emma, eyes closed, mouth open.
Emma really had raised a darling young woman.
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