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Suddenly Kitty froze, her heart racing into terror. Someone was behind her! She wanted to scream with fright, but she held it in. She couldn’t let Kurt know she was there, couldn’t have him see her and compare her to Rogue and know that she was jealous.

Her flesh crawled—she felt hands on her shoulders, turning her around… then she saw it was Jean and relief flooded through her. They were in the same boat, at least. Both of them abandoned so that Kurt could play with Rogue. But why had Jean bothered her? It wasn’t bad enough they were both reduced to watching the show Kurt and Rogue put on—now they had to double their humiliation by sharing in it?

“Aaahhhh!” Kitty couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Jean had swept down and suddenly kissed her naked sex—a searing, unexpected touch that went on and on with Jean’s face buried between Kitty’s thighs.

Holy shit, Kitty thought desperately, what is this? What’s going on? She had to stop it, stop Jean from claiming the sensations she’d felt with Kurt, had to pull away before Jean totally revived the sexual ecstasy he’d given her…

“Shit, Kurt, you sure know how to fuck me… your prick feels so good going in ta me… mmmmm, talk about yer big brothers!”

Kitty’s attention once more went to Rogue’s lustful sighs. She felt her skin tingle from her rival’s obscene words of enjoyment. Kitty knew Kurt’s prick felt exactly as good as Rogue was making it sound. Her eyes pored over their bucking, writhing flesh—dark blue and pale white—as their forms slapped together, wet with perspiration in such totally different ways. Rogue glistened and Kurt went slick, glossy fur running tightly along his muscular flesh.

Dimly, Kitty realized that as she stared at him, at him and Rogue, that she was yielding to Jean’s pressure on her thighs. They came apart. In the haze of her aroused distraction, she heard Jean’s thoughts echo in her head: I’ll lick your cunt, Pryde… suck and bite your clit… make you come while you watch him fuck another woman, his own sweet sister… you can get off on it just like her…

Jean’s perverted thoughts sent scandalized shivers coursing through Kitty. Did she really think Kitty would let her touch her like that? Then Kitty’s mind shrank from the memory of how Kurt had touched her and how much she had enjoyed it…

“Just don’t stop me from watching,” she whispered feebly, not wanting Kurt to hear, not wanting him to stop. The slavering slide of Jean’s tongue sounded so much louder as it ran over her trembling slit, probing the velvety lips of her womanhood.

Forcefully, almost without her consent, Kitty felt excitement-arousal-pleasure, all inside her. She couldn’t help herself. Jean’s mouth felt good on her quivering sex. She kissed and stroked the full length of Kitty’s pussy, voracious tongue going deeper and deeper into her eager young depths.

Prickly jabs of pleasure ran up Kitty’s belly, radiating a vivid aura of sexual throbbing from her glowing cunt. Jean’s striking sensuality seemed to give Kitty’s lusts permission to overtake her body. She now watched Kurt fuck Rogue greedily, not daring to look away.