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Bruce breached the room as he had countless times before, allowing his steel-toed boots to stamp on the floor intimidatingly, his cape unfurling behind him as the difference in pressure whipped wind past him, making it flare out.

Instantly, he scanned the room. Three occupants, as promised, apprehensive, but not hostile. He could see they were intimidated by him, but not frightened. Nothing in their body language to suggest they read him as Bruce Wayne playing dress-up, but the uncertainty and suspicion that the hulking figure he cut could be the real thing. The actual Batman.

There was Emma Frost, who he had just seen naked, and now she appeared even more provocative than that, wearing a version of her Hellfire Club togs that was too scandalous even for that crowd. The top was merely a bandeau, not even finished, but open in the front, with corset laces to tie it together between her breasts. It was only the punishing tightness of the laces—they actually cut a ways into the flesh of her cleavage—that kept the white of the bandeau before her nipples. A scanty thong held her pubis, cradled the space between her buttocks, far more exposing than the boy-cut panties she had worn among her Black Kings and White Bishops. Then, almost as an afterthought, thin layers of white leather covered her arms and legs—opera gloves and thigh-high boots, going with her fur-epauleted cape. Despite himself, Bruce found the outfit appealing; how it showed off with aplomb the body that fit all definitions of attractiveness with literally surgical precision.

Then there was the Black Cat. Strange how, for a woman with the most covered flesh, she almost seemed the most exposed. The black lycra covered her, but it didn’t blunt anything, didn’t censor anything, it revealed it. Clinging to, poured over, melded with the curves of her body: a brazen nipple, a looming breast, a muscular ass… even a cameltoe, underneath the tail-end of the fur that ran with her neckline from the sides of her breasts to a valley below her navel. Fascinating, how the paths of the two fur linings came together.

She was slightly lacking the famous charms of the real thing, though. He attributed that to the Asian read he got on her inactive combat stance, the feel of her eyes on him, a half-dozen other quantifiers that all spelled ninja. Elizabeth Braddock, he speculated, through it was hard to say with white hair replacing purple. He wondered if the disguise extended to her pubic hair. If she had pubic hair. Asian, after all…

The Scarlet Witch was last, and here the deception was almost impossible to spot. The voluptuous body was quite close to the real thing, save perhaps for some ethnic coloring. There was a superficial resemblance to Emma in choice of clothes—the cape, the gloves, the half-corset, and the loincloth that was perhaps even scantier than Emma’s bottoms. While the thin strap of cloth hanging from her belt did cover more of her pubis, it was also clear that she had nothing on underneath. All in red, headdress and choker too, making for an irony even Bruce found amusing—Emma flaunting herself in such pure, innocent colors, while this woman showed the curious hesitation of a true virgin while wearing the color of a harlot.

Usually, at this point in his analysis he’d move on to carrying out the plan of attack—obviously, that wasn’t necessary here. Not as such. They said all was fair in love and war, and that was just one of many similarities between the two. He had identified the weak point—Rogue, given her exceedingly willingness to be seduced coupled with her obvious inexperience at it—but in this case, the trick would be to protect that vulnerability.

He would start with the White Queen and the Black Cat. (Funny, how a color so associated with death in his own city was here applied to someone so full of life.) Once Rogue… the Scarlet Witch… had seen there was nothing to be afraid of, he would invite her to join. He didn’t anticipate any trouble.

“Ladies,” he said. He could feel the anticipation in the air, their registering of the dark, chthonic atmosphere he brought to the room. He knew it principally inspired fear, but like with any strong and fearsome thing, people were drawn to this creature he’d created, the Batman. His violence, his brutality, his zealousness, they fascinated those who were not afraid. And these women were hardly afraid.

He let his cock stiffen, his adrenaline flood. In combat, he was calm, cool, and precise. Here, he would not be.

Bruce faced Black Cat. She stared back, bold and intrigued. He spoke in a voice husky with longing. “Here, kitty kitty.”

Black Cat grinned in shock, not expecting the sardonic humor, and took a step forward, passing Emma.

“How did I know she’d be first?” Emma asked, very rhetorically.

“Don’t worry,” Black Cat said. “I’ll show it to you. Just not for long…”

They all wanted to do more than just look.

***

Betsy approached Batman, deliberately bouncing her breasts, rolling her hips, loving the thought that this could be the real deal. Stranger things and all that. And with her playing the role of Catwoman. She’d always been fascinated by the passion between them—a little bit of Scott Summers in the Bat, that unwavering, uncompromising drive. But where Scott had rejected her, the Bat and the Cat were all intertwined. She wanted to feel that. Just a taste.

She grabbed his utility belt, finding it undone already, and pulled it away. Next were his trunks. As she drew them down, Emma and Rogue joined her, pulling his leggings down to his ankles. Now he stood there in just some kind of bodysuit beneath the outer armor, and it bulged with his swelling cock. The three women breathed in chorus as they admired the powerful muscles, obvious underneath the tight garb.

Almost growling with lust, Betsy grasped his waistband and yanked downward. The women moaned as his massive cock broke free. It was swollen rock-hard and dripping with precum. Betsy could hardly believe how big it was: a full ten inches long, as thick around as summer sausage, with an bulbous cockhead that was turning purple before her eyes.

“I should be first,” Emma panted.

“You’re always first,” Betsy replied.

“What about me?” Rogue demanded. “It is my first.”

“Patience,” Batman said. ”You’ll all get your turn.”

None of them felt patient, though. They all wished they were being fucked—right now.

Batman eyed Betsy again—his stare a physical weight. “Show me what Emma teaches you to do with that mouth.”

Betsy got down on her knees, stroking his aching cock with both fists as she licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples had hardened like coal becoming diamonds, and under her panties she could feel her sex was a hot, sopping mess. “Are you asking for a blowjob? Because I’ve never needed Emma for that.”

“No. You need this.” Batman’s lips twitched. He cupped the back of Betsy’s head, pulling her mouth to the twitching helmet of his cock. “Here it is.”

Betsy thrust her mouth over his cock. The fleshy knob was so enormous that she had trouble spanning it with her lips; easily the biggest dick she’d ever sucked in her life. She moaned around it, widened her lips as much as possible, then pushed herself down on it. His cum-smeared cockhead entered her mouth and prodded into her throat. Betsy clasped her lips tightly around the shaft and sucked as hard as she could.

Exhaling sharply, Batman pulled at Betsy’s thick hair and rocked his hips, pumping himself into her throat. “That’s good. Suck. Suck.”

Betsy was having trouble breathing around the vastness of his prick; she was sucking so hard that her cheeks were flushed a deep red, while her lips stung from being stretched so far apart. But it didn’t matter. She was in love with the size and weight of his cock. The only thing she wanted more was the taste of his cum as it blasted against her tongue.

“Harder, ‘Black Cat,’” Batman ordered thickly. “Suck more. It’s not too much for you, is it?”

Betsy took a deep breath through her flaring nostrils and jammed herself down on his prick, hard, hard enough to take another inch between her wet lips. She sucked feverishly, producing wet gurgling noises from her throat, her tongue rolling around his cockhead.

“It’s so big,” Rogue was saying. “I can’t believe how thick it is.”

“I can’t believe how deep it is,” Emma replied. “No fair switching to a body that doesn’t have a gag reflex… some of us were born with ours…”

Betsy ignored them, cupping the man’s balls in her left hand, squeezing them as she urgently stroked the base of his shaft with her right hand. And still she sucked, her head bobbing on the outer half of his manhood.

Batman grunted in acknowledgment, moving his hands down into her open catsuit to fondle her enormous breasts, kneading them in his harshly chilled gloves… milking the soft, sensitive flesh. Betsy moaned, the throaty sound vibrating into his cock, and Batman took a half-step forward, Betsy taking the additional length of his member down her gullet with ease.

“Your tits feel good,” Batman said, his gruff voice barely differing from the tone he’d used to order her into this to begin with. “Almost as good as coming in your mouth will feel.”

Overhearing, Rogue flushed. She couldn’t believe people talked that way! She couldn’t believe it made Betsy pump her mouth on his cock even harder.

Nearly half of his monstrous dick had pushed into her throat. Betsy tightened her hand around the shaft, not surprised to almost immediately feel an unyielding stiffness of muscle beneath the taut skin. No sponginess, no weakness. Just this… hard-on.

She sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks hollowing as she demanded every trace of maleness that was in her mouth and along his prick. A mixture of his precum and her saliva ran obscenely from the corners of her lips.

Batman looked down dispassionately. “Fuck my cock with your mouth,” he said.

Horny as hell, Betsy pumped her head back and forth, stroking and jerking his warmly throbbing cock until her hand was a blur as well as her head, both racing along the blue-veined stiffness of his manhood.

“Now swallow,” Batman gritted out, pulling her hair, thrusting his hips forward. He grew to absolute hardness in Betsy’s mouth, stretching her lips even further, his wrinkled scrotum tightening as it swelled with cum, throbbing against Betsy’s fingers. Then cum fired angrily from his cockhead, gushing down Betsy’s throat. It pumped out rhythmically, bathing Betsy’s tongue in spunk, and she was not disappointed by the taste.

“Oh fuck,” Emma whimpered—she could feel everything. “Coming now, feel it now, it’s so fucking gooood!”

Rogue almost wished she had her powers back, just so she could touch Emma.

Thick cum continued to power out of Batman’s cock. Betsy literally could not swallow it all. Batman watched with satisfaction as his cum ballooned out her cheeks, then burbled out of her lips and dripped down to the floor. Still she worked her throat muscles, hungrily drinking down every drop she could. Batman’s seed was fitting: the biggest load she’d ever swallowed from the biggest cock she’d ever sucked.

“Not bad,” Batman said.

Betsy persistently kept sucking, reluctant to give up his huge cock even after he’d come. She was nearly drunk with her arousal now, the psychic backlash of such an intense orgasm, such immense lust battering at her psychic walls. She could barely think who she was or whose cock she was sucking. All she knew was that her cunt was wetter than it had been in years.

Finally, she stopped sucking. Rose to her feet. Batman watched, unsurprised, as she shrugged off the catsuit to leave herself completely nude. The purple hairs of her pubic triangle were soaked with flowing juices, while her enormous breasts swung freely back and forth, the nipples like icebergs atop the wind-swept waves of her cleavage.

“I want you to fuck me,” Betsy said. “I mean it. Right now I want your prick in me.”

Batman shook his head slowly. “You haven’t cleaned up after yourself.”

Betsy put her hands on his chest—she could feel his thrumming heartbeat through the armor, despite his outward calm. Bracing herself against him, she let herself slip down to her knees—using the discarded catsuit to cushion them. Taking Batman’s half-hard hardness in her hands delicately, she licked him clean. It began to stir again under the added attention.

Now Batman’s gaze turned to Emma. “She could use some help,” he told her. “And your mouth could use something to do.”

Emma seemed bewildered for a moment, shocked out of her reverie by demands, and demands upon her moreover. But she acquiesced quickly and crouched next to Betsy, looking up at the Bat with a wry smile to await instructions.

“Get to work,” he commanded, planting his hands on his hips, his cape spreading out from his elbows. “One on each side.”

Betsy and Emma traded a look with psychic repartee

Bossy, isn’t he? Betsy thought-cast.

You have no idea.

Look who’s talking.

Which one of us are you insulting?

I can multitask.

So can I. Emma deliberately slid back the foreskin of Batman’s cock, getting a fresh whiff of the scent that lingered from his reward to Betsy. She introduced the falling cockhead to her open mouth, while Betsy tried kissing the trunk back to life, running her lips up and down the length of it.

Rogue watched from just a few steps back, adjusting her loincloth so it fully covered the wetness that had suddenly visited her nethers. She couldn’t help but stare, Emma and Betsy kneeling face to face, so close that their breasts were almost touching, and both of them obscenely worshipping Batman’s cock with parted, glistening lips—lips that sometimes met in the middle.

Moving brusquely, Batman collared the backs of their necks with his gloved hands, pushing them closer together. They gave into the force he exerted on them, inching forward on their knees until their bellies pressed together, mated from kneecap to lips, their hands traveling over each other from smooth back to supplely yielding buttocks.

Emma gave Betsy a long, meaningful glance, then led the way, taking Batman’s cock between her lips from one side. Betsy closed her mouth over the other side, their lips brushing against each other on the underside and top of his shaft. Their tongues trawled from their mouths, sliding over the veins of his member to touch against each other. A kiss that had even Batman staring down in awe at the two glowing faces lapping his cock between them.

And Rogue stood back, staring at the cockhead that was pointed at her. The left side of Batman’s cock was being licked. The right side was being sucked. But the front of it… that was all hers.

***

Bruce stared at the Scarlet Witch—an angel in red, her body swaying back and forth, giving her loincloth ample opportunity to be caught in the breeze from the air conditioner, stir from its position of modesty between her legs. She was smiling salaciously at the feel of the cool air on her bare body, the expression at odds with, but somehow perfectly fitting, her innocent form. She was watching his face, his eyes, but more and more she looked down to see his cock begin its monumental rise under the attentions of the Black Cat and White Queen.

“Would you like to see my ass?” Wanda asked, biting her lip, torn—perhaps exaggeratedly so—between giving him a look or denying it to him.

“You know I do,” Bruce said. “Every man does.”

“Not Northstar!” she retorted, just to be a spitfire.

Bruce inclined his chin to the two women already going down on him. “Do I look like Northstar?”

“More like the North Pole!” Eyebrows wagging, Wanda turned around, head over her shoulder to make certain that she was entirely facing away from him, her sex totally hidden by her body. Then she took the pleats of her loincloth and inverted them, lifting them up her belly and back in a white-knuckled grip.

She had an ass made to take cock. Meant not to be covered, but to be displayed by the thong of her costume. Even her cape seemed like a cosmic injustice, hiding what could be on display. Two sweet handfuls of flesh, clasped tightly together, a darkened line gently demarcating them, transitioning from the rise of one cheek to the fall of the other in sweetly sloping curves. More than a handful, really, either cheek buoyant and blossoming, but not excessive—just enough to be soft, to fall prey to a firm grip and let her be held tight as she was pleasured.

Bruce’s cock began to beat like a drum.

***

Giggling, Betsy and Emma leaned over to kiss with the bulging head of his dick between them, their tongues slipping around the tip. It became a make-out session: sometimes the two women kissed each other, sometimes the cock, and sometimes one would kiss the cock while the other kissed her lover’s throat or face. Nothing seemed to matter but that they had warm flesh under their lips.

And if they couldn’t stop touching his cock, Rogue could not take her eyes off it. A man’s penis… a real, live prick… growing so hard and so long, for her, she loved the sight of something so alive for her.

She knelt before it, so close to Emma and Betsy that she was nearly embracing them. “I’ve never done this before,” she said, with a small laugh.

“Just kiss it,” Batman said, sweat rolling down from under his cowl.

“Never done that either.”

“Have you ever eaten a popsicle?” Emma asked.

“Maybe I could just… touch it.”

“Like this,” Batman said, grabbing his cock and giving it a slow pump.

Rogue eyed it, amazed. “So that’s masturbating, huh?”

“Not when you’re doing it.”

She took hold of his prick, repeated the motion he had made. Her hand made a slick, gooey sound as she worked his cock.

And the harder she made it, the closest it got to her mouth.

***

“Am I doing it right?” Scarlet Witch asked, a purr in her Eastern European accent—a nice touch of Frost’s, that.

She was kissing down the length of Bruce’s shaft, licking all over his prick, drawing her tongue up and down his cockhead with long, sweeping strokes, as the others had shown her.

“Looks fine from where I’m standing,” the Black Cat said, though she could hardly be called that with her costume shed, only her gloves and mask and wig in place.

“He has a beautiful cock, don’t you think?” Emma asked rhetorically. She’s started touching herself. “His cock looks so nice, hard or soft, it’s just so—aesthetic. Did you get excited when I played with his balls, jerked him off? Is that what made you want to suck a stranger’s cock, dear?”

The Scarlet Witch blushed as she cupped Bruce’s balls in her other hand, squeezing them, wiggling her tongue even more feverishly across his manhood. Emma was embarrassing her, but also motivating her, and Bruce didn’t mind reaping the benefits.

Black Cat leaned down and began kissing Scarlet Witch’s breasts, while Emma kissed her throat.

“Mmmm… sweet,” Black Cat murmured as she pulled her moist lips from a newly hard nipple. “Wonder which is sweeter—your tits or his cock?”

Bruce struggled not to come. He wanted to, right in the Scarlet Witch’s mouth, but he didn’t want to upset her. And he had another thought that made him hold back, even though his balls ached fiercely: she could just be horny enough to want him to fuck her.

***

Rogue’s tongue swirled faster and faster. She could feel her sex shuddering and spasming, so wet it felt like a steamy river. And his cock was swelling up so hard between her lips that she was afraid he would explode before she even suggested fucking.

With a final lingering suck, Rogue released his prick and pulled her mouth away, only to have both Emma and Betsy kiss her, sharing the taste of Bruce’s cock. She’d never gone down on anyone before, but she’d imagined it so many times, it felt as if she’s been doing it for years. She’d never expected the real thing to be so different from what she’d read about, so much more vivid, eliciting such wild sensations in herself.

“Wait!” she finally squealed. “I want to do something else!”

Batman rolled his hand through Rogue’s hair, watching as she shuddered from the affectionate touch. She could not be more aroused.

“Well?” he asked. “What do you want to do, Witch?”

Rogue colored before remembering the ‘masquerade’ Emma had arranged. And that one had to be a little neg on Queenie’s parts. Rogue resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the blonde. That was liable to start things up all over again.

She gazed up at Batman, a glazed look in her eyes, and suddenly turned shy. She couldn’t come right out and ask for it, could she? That was no way for a Southern lady to behave! She clamped her lips together to keep from blurting out the naughty words, but her pussy seemed to clench even harder, like a vice. She couldn’t help it. She had to ask for it. She had to get that cock in her pussy.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Emma cried. “She wants you to fuck her! Isn’t it obvious?”

***

Bruce eyed the Scarlet Witch, scanning her features, her microexpressions, her shifting eyes. He saw brief conflict, then absolute certainty. She gave a nod.

Emma took her by the cheek, pulling Scarlet Witch along as she sat down, her back rested against the wall, her knees raised and her thighs spread around the Scarlet Witch as the girl as settled down onto her belly. Bruce mounted her from behind, flipping her loincloth out of the way.

“You’re so big,” the Witch said nervously. “And I’m still a virgin…”

“I won’t hurt you,” Bruce said. “Don’t worry about it. Just focus on Emma. Don’t think about anything else.”

***

Emma’s golden thighs nudged closer to Rogue’s mouth, the girl staring at the blonde pussy with awe. It seemed unbelievable but she could actually smell Emma’s aroused fragrance, perfumed, hot and sweet and so damn exciting. The pussy itself was hot pink, wetly shining, juicy as a whore’s lips and pulsating as if to plead for a kiss. It couldn’t be wrong to kiss such a beautiful thing, not between such wonderful legs, while she felt so sensual…

Emma’s sex moved to Rogue’s waiting mouth and a moment later, she placed a tender kiss directly on the blonde’s womanhood. The taste was delicious, as sweet as the scent, and she began licking Emma’s pussy in an excited fervor, snaking her tongue deep into Emma’s slit, making Emma moan with every second it was inside her.

“Oh, that’s good… your tongue is so good! Oh, darling, I love it!”

The praise inspired Rogue to lap harder and deeper. All Rogue wanted to do, in her newly awakened passion, was to please Emma, to return the delicious favor Emma had done her.

Suddenly, the Southerner froze as a violent pain shot through her sex. She cried out softly as her helpless pussy was spread apart, the pain subsiding quickly, but a sort of discomfort remaining, a strange feeling of being—filled. No, not that—an awareness of having been empty. She was being filled and she knew how much was left to be full. She feared it. She wanted it.

***

“Tight!” Bruce husked, his cock almost burning with tightness as he entered the Scarlet Witch, pierced her, impaled her. Her pussy clutched convulsively on his cock, as if trying to tighten enough to keep him out, but all it did was provide him a challenge. He stroked powerfully through the territory he had already won, hot and tight, becoming more slippery with every passing second. He held her waist, felt her muscles spasm in his hands as he pumped deeper, giving the Witch another inch to suckle at.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore. And she was becoming even less of one with every moment.

***

On the other side of the room, Betsy had already begun strapping on her favorite dildo. She drew the harness as tight as she could, wanting it to be on securely when she started on Rogue. She didn’t want to stop fucking her for one second.

***

“Don’t stop, my love!” Emma panted urgently. She clutched Rogue’s head in her hands and crushed the girl’s mouth back between her thighs. Relief flooded through her as Rogue resumed her lapping with renewed hunger. And a furious happiness she’d never known before.

Rogue lapped and sucked at Emma’s luscious sex, vividly aware that every fold of it, every millimeter, was attached to a tingling nerve. Every taste bud on her tongue was contributing to the moans Emma was loosing, every drop of wetness was pleasure she’d brought Emma. She was also aware that Batman was fucking her more easily now, gently building up to using more and more of his hotly pounding cock. And the more slippery her cunt grew, the more loose and open and fucked it was, the more exciting it felt.

She had suddenly discovered a deeply passionate side to her nature that she never would’ve guessed she’d be able to express. The very short-livedness of it drove her to indulge without limit. She wallowed in the orgy with complete abandon, slamming her ass back against Batman as she kissed Emma’s cunt like it was the love of her life.

“I’m going to come in your mouth!” Emma gasped, her hips dancing now, bringing her gushing cunt up against Rogue’s face in a loving embrace. “Oh, you treasure, you’re going to taste what a good job you’ve done!” She dug her heels into Rogue’s back and jerked her groin up in rapid, eager thrusts, moaning with delight as she entered rapture.

“Come for her!” Batman groaned behind Rogue, fucking her with furious strokes. “Come for both of us.”

Rogue moaned deliriously as she felt his precum inside her cunt, tracing her silken walls with wet fire. She wanted more. And Emma was coming, her cream flowing freely as her cunt returned Rogue’s kiss in force. Rogue wanted more of that too, even as her mouth was filled with too much to swallow.

“Oh, Rogue! That hot mouth! Oh, yes! You’re wild! My, how wild you are!”

“Easy,” Betsy cautioned as Rogue, in her feverish orgasm, seemed intent on devouring Emma’s cunt. The White Queen eased herself away, her breasts rippling rapidly with her own breathless climax. Then Betsy tapped Batman on the shoulder. “It’s my turn. Let me finish her off.”

Batman slipped out of Rogue, letting out a lazy current of cream that instantly darkened her pubic hair. Rogue moaned softly, licking her lips, and jerked her ass in pleading circles.

“Do it again,” she sighed. “Do it to me again, all of you. Don’t stop.”

***

As the Black Cat returned to mount the Scarlet Witch—lying on top of her much as he had, with a giant prick between splayed thighs—Bruce was possibly the only man on Earth who could’ve paid attention to anything else.

He noticed as Emma laid down on the floor, wiggling her ass over the cool tiles to make herself more comfortable. Then she spread her long, lush legs as wide apart as she could, wantonly displaying how her pussy had gorged itself with blood, her clit erectly begging for attention, her entire crotch glossy from Scarlet Witch’s tongue.

He gazed at her cunt for a long time. Her clit quivering and wet atop her swollen sex, her pubic hairs dark and slippery not only with the Witch’s saliva, but her own gushing nectar.

“Finger yourself,” he said at last, his voice deep and hoarse.

Slowly and carefully, Emma used her index finger to rub at her slit. The digit slid around noisily, her dripping pussy squelching underneath it, fingertip gliding over the inner labia until she snaked the whole finger inside herself.

He could tell it felt better than she would’ve ever expected.

***

Betsy pulled Rogue off her belly, up to her hands and knees, then mounted her doggy style. Recalling vividly what the dildo had felt like the last time she used it, Betsy carefully nudged its head inside of Rogue’s soaked labia. “Still hot?” she murmured in the mutant’s ear. “Because now it’s my turn to fuck you. And I’m not going to go easy on you like they did.”

Rogue was already moaning deeply, grinding her ass to Betsy’s crotch. Betsy fucked her to a slow, steady rhythm, her full breasts pillowing against Rogue’s back, her hands creeping down Rogue’s belly to locate her clit.

Her breasts heaved. Her hands found. The rhythm grew faster.

“Oh mah Lord!” Rogue cried. “It’s beautiful! Oh, it’s… it’s just beautiful! Oh Gawd, do I love you! Ah love you!”

***

“Is this what you like?” Emma cooed, fingers vanishing one by one inside her cunt.

Bruce nodded, his eyes glued to the performance. He could read every nuance of Emma’s body language, see there was not an iota of deception in how she went knuckle-deep into her churning sex and got pleasant vibrations from it, all the way to her toes.

Emma closed her eyes tightly, her blood racing, her whole body playing catch-up to the skyrocketing sensations in her cunt. “I can feel everything they feel,” she chuckled, pleased with herself. “And I can feel whatever you do to them…”

Suddenly, Emma cried out sharply, breathing deeply as her gloved hands played her sex like a concert piano: a circular motion on her clit, fingers pistoning into her cunt. She was hard-pressed to keep up with her lust, for with her psychic powers, she could not only sense what was being done, but what Bruce was about to do…

A low buzz filled the air.

***

Betsy had switched on the dildo, sending a jolt of humming vibration through Rogue’s wet pussy. A low scream escaped the Southerner’s lips, the intensity so sudden and harsh that it actually stung, but even in the blaze of pain, Rogue felt a wild thrill, a miniature orgasm that only served to whet her appetite.

Betsy swung her hips strenuously, driving the dildo deep into Rogue’s cunt, the vibrations going deeper still. A moment later, she moaned passionately as Bruce’s cockhead, still slick from Rogue’s overflowing cunt, pressed against her asshole. He spread her tawny buttocks with his thumbs, then rammed himself up Betsy’s ass. With each groaning thrust, Psylocke was slammed against Rogue, her dildo going deeper into the other woman’s wiggling cunt. Both of them gasped with excitement.

As did Emma.

***

The Headmistress of the X-Men was shocking even herself with her lewd behavior. Not even in her fantasies had she imagined sprawling out on the floor and fucking herself shamelessly in front of not only a perfect stranger, but a man crazed enough to dress as a bat and thrash criminals.

But that in itself was thrilling. It was good to know she could still surprise herself, and an orgiastic deflowering of America’s favorite virgin would tide over her baser impulses until long after she’d convinced Scott to have a threesome. And riding shotgun on Betsy being sodomized only stirred her erotic interest, increased the intensity of her pleasure.

It hurt, but she didn’t spare herself one ounce of the pain. She would take it all. She would gorge herself on their pain and her pleasure, and afterward, they would thank her for it.

God, even Bruce was enjoying himself…

***

The woman masquerading as the Black Cat was incredible, Bruce thought as he fucked her asshole furiously, pounding into the slippery heat of her rectum. If the real thing was half as good, the Spider was a fortunate man. Her mouth, her sex, her anus—all were deadly weapons of pleasure, sufficient to overwhelm any man.

And he would be overwhelmed. But not until she was. Not until they all were.

***

Betsy felt Batman increase his ramming even further with a quicker, deeper thrust. She could feel a rising tide exploding from the depths of her flesh as she watched Rogue squirm under her own torturous attack.

Jesus, was this how the Hellfire Club had partied? Why the fuck had Emma ever left?

***

“Your asshole is beautiful, Cat!” Emma cried, like a chanting onlooker at a sports match. “That’s it, darling, take it, yes, take it! My dear, you are positively untamed!”

The walls of her convulsing cunt squeezed around her fingers and Emma hollered a shrieking arrival as the deep rumblings of a climax roared inside her. Her hand was getting drenched with the honey of her cunt, and her clit was signaling her passion like an indomitable buoy. She blinked open her eyes and instantly widened them when she saw Bruce once more.

He was about to come.

***

Bouncing with each thrust of Betsy’s dildo, Rogue moaned loudly, delirious with the shockwaves that were racing through her cunt as it was repeatedly hilted. She’d begun to look forward to the jarring spats of pain that came with each electric thrill, the combination sending her soaring towards an insane climax.

“Oh Betsy, I love you, fuck me! Oh God yes! Fuck me!”

Betsy could feel Bruce swelling against her bowels now; she squeezed her ass tight to urge him on. He fucked harder than ever, her asshole thoroughly broken in, and the knowledge of how well and truly fucked she was drove Betsy to do the same to Rogue, slamming the monstrous dildo in until Rogue was screaming steadily beneath the brutally pleasurable assault of both thrusting partners.

The wild explosions of pleasurable were becoming unbearable to Rogue, as Betsy fucked her with maddened thrusts of her hips, the cock burning in her ass spurring her on in a frenzy of depraved need. Rogue’s body crashed into shattering spasms as Betsy lunged deliriously on top of her, driving the vibrations into the deepest part of her body, holding it there for a full thirty seconds.

Then Betsy pulled out of Rogue, even though she was desperate for more of Rogue’s mad moaning. She had felt a distinct pain from touching her. “Rogue, your powers… they’re back… everyone stop, they’re back…”

Rogue was still jerking her ass in urgent spasms, her cunt throbbing fiercely. “No—just a little more, a little more!”

Bruce stepped over her. “We’re done when I say we’re done.”

He pulled her cape up and around her body, throwing it over her chest, then straddling her hips. He moved up arched body, his balls dragging across her covered skin, his cockhead running up her belly like a plow cutting a furrow. He sank it between her upthrust breasts and fucked into her cleavage, his hands roughly grabbing her breasts and kneading them as he fucked, swollen nipples being ground against his gloves.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Rogue cried, feeling her arousal surge back, replacing the bitter disappointment that had gripped her.

“Cat, get that vibe in her pussy. Emma, get over here.”

Both obeyed, Emma hazily staggering over as she sought to recover from the wonderful overload of channeling three people’s sensations at once.

“What do you want me to do?” Emma asked.

“Finish it,” Bruce demanded.

Emma did as ordered, reaching down to jerk Bruce off as Bruce took hold of Rogue, slipping his thumb into her mouth to part her lips, then forcing her chin down. Her mouth wide open, her head held in place, she could not even think of looking away as Emma gave Bruce a handjob right in front of her.

She felt the vibrator touch her again, warmth flood back into her body, summoned back as easily as a shoddily doused fire flaring back to life. Something of Batman’s command forced all thought of angst out of her head, kept her fixed still at this point, in this moment, in this feeling of lust and sex and satisfaction. She was still the woman who had felt those things. That would never change.

Emma’s fist jerked down and she felt Bruce’s balls explode against the heel of her hand. His shaft quaked as his load came spurting up, a jet of cum bursting from the tip to splatter on Rogue’s face like boiling oil.

“Oooooh!” Rogue wailed, loving it.

He shot off again as Emma’s fist flew, jism hosing Rogue’s breasts, splashing into her cleavage and washing over her nipples.

“Don’t stop, keep coming!” she moaned.

His cock was like an geyser, shooting in steady spurts. He creamed her tits again, and a lash of seed landed in the fluttering hollow of her throat. Another line of it streaked into her hair. Emma played his prick over the Southerner like a hose, making her take a burst on the chin, then another that snaked across her cheek. Bruce seemed to refuse to let her have any less than all of his reserves. It came out of him in waves, so warm and gooey and perfect that Rogue barely felt her orgasm. The climax didn’t seem to start and didn’t seem to end. She was just coming, coming like she had come forever and would never stop. She took his cum in her open mouth. It was delicious.

Finally, Bruce was done. Grunting with satisfaction, he rose, tucking his cock back into his pants. A moment later, he’d drawn his armor back over them, then secured his belt in place. Rogue just laid there.

It was funny how much she’d denied herself. There’d never been any reason she couldn’t let a man come on her, but she just hadn’t allowed it—denied herself the whole package because she couldn’t have some parts. That would never be the case again, she decided. From now on, whatever she could get, she would take. There was so much pleasure in the small things, the big things couldn’t be that important, even in their absence.

“How do you feel?” Batman asked, his voice a little softer than usual.

Rogue scooped a helping of cum from her cheek. “Like Ah should be the one answerin’ to White Queen!” And she laughed so hard, she almost couldn’t suck her finger clean.