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Kitty couldn’t believe Kurt had already moved onto another woman; how many bitches did he have? She never would’ve seduced him if she’d known that Jean and Rogue would join in this way—okay, she would’ve, but she still simmered to see Rogue’s black fingernails nestled in the fur of Kurt’s neck, while his wet tongue slipped into her receptive mouth, blue lips against black lips.

Their twisting, writhing bodies were only a few feet away, but they took no notice of Kitty. She could see Rogue’s darkly-kohled eyes dilating, an unmistakable scent of passion in the air as Kurt caressed her milk-white body with his blunt, yet sensitive claws.

Kitty watched, paralyzed with shock. She could see every emotion on their faces as they enjoyed each other. She stood there breathless, unable to look away from their bare flesh and their passion.

She watched as Kurt tore his mouth away from Rogue’s plump lips and ran hot, wet kisses down her swan-like neck. He sucked ardently at the creamy flesh, leaving a path of raw red hickeys behind him. Rogue’s hands dug desperately into his shoulders and she keened out her excitement from her half-open mouth.

Kitty was enthralled by the sight of Kurt and Rogue wallowing in their shameless lust for each other; had she looked like that when Kurt had been fucking her? She felt crushed—and aroused—that Kurt was doing it with someone other than her, but she couldn’t tear herself away from her voyeurism. She wanted to demand that Kurt go back to fucking her, yet she was paralyzed by just how hot what they were doing was. Never in her life had she seen something so mesmerizing. It was perversely exciting and every thought in her head, as she reaped the spectacle of it with her eyes, seemed sharpened into painful intensity.

Kitty watched, her eyes wide, as Rogue stretched herself free of the humanoid cloud of Kurt’s fur and slowly spread her wonderfully sculpted thighs, revealing the thatch of her pubic triangle. Brown with a white streak through it, just like the hair on her head. Her arms hung carelessly by her sides, while her tits rose up and down with frenzied breaths. Kitty saw her nipples were swollen, the dusky pink buds jutting up into the air as succulently as all of her firm, full breasts did, two inviting targets on her alabaster body.

Kitty moaned, jealous of both Rogue and her lover, as Kurt squeezed the supple flesh. Not only did he pleasure her breasts with the three fingers on each hand, he kissed her pale globes. Rolling the engorged nipples between his thumb and finger, wringing little moans from Rogue, then making her even louder with his kisses on the swollen, aching flesh. Kitty could see the livid pink of his tongue stretch out from his azure face, running over the soft, smooth planes of Rogue’s cleavage. He went lower, exploring all the taut flesh of her belly, down to her tight little belly button, tongue batting at the tiny piercing that added a flash of silver to her creamy skin. His hands kept massaging the buoyant curves of her chest.

Kitty’s eyes were drawn to Kurt’s tail, watching it flick like a cat’s as he hovered over Rogue’s prostrate body. She looked down to his huge, fleshy cock, pushing lewdly at Rogue’s parted thighs. Rogue returned the gesture, her hips churning in unmistakable invitation.

“Okay fuzzball, ya broke me in, now ya get to enjoy havin’ me opened up… I want to feel your beautiful prick inside a me all over again.” Rogue’s usually assertive voice now pleaded with passion. Her fingertips were running over Kurt’s muscular back, leaving trails in his blue fur, and Kitty bit her lip at how much it seemed like Rogue was voicing Kitty’s own illicit desire. She’d never seen her happy-go-lucky Kurt so aroused, so wicked-looking as he seemed looming over his passionate victim.

A new wave of jealousy washed over Kitty—she wished she’d been able to make him so crazed with lust. She wanted another try!

Moving with quick, decisive expression of his hunger, Kurt grasped Rogue’s quivering legs and lifted them up high, to brace against his shoulders. He looked down at Rogue, the lewd spectacle of her pink womanhood among her pale thighs. It gleamed with arousal and Kurt’s eyes gleamed too. Kitty could see Rogue’s moist cleft throbbing with excitement—and Kurt’s manhood pounding with yearning too. They seemed meant to go together.