Speaking of the Marvel Kink Meme...
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seriousficTitle: Tutoring
Fandom: X-Men
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 857
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Stepford Cuckoos
Summary: Written for the Marvel kink meme – Prompt: Emma + Cuckoos: Schoolgirl fantasy + worship. Emma in control, naturally.
Mindee and Celeste were on all fours, facing away from each other, their white panties down around their thighs and their pleated skirts up over their waists. Emma was fingering them both, one hand in Mindee’s pussy, the other penetrating Celeste’s ass. She was pretty sure Celeste was the one who liked anal play. Mindee was definitely enjoying the three fingers Emma had in her.
Phoebe laid across the bed, suckling at one of Emma’s breasts while squeezing the other, trying to work up the courage to use her teeth. Emma gave her a little encouragement. “Phoebe, it’s sex. If you don’t take what you want, how are you ever going to get it?” Then Sophie captured her lips again with needy passion, her Afghan tie tracing over Emma’s belly and Phoebe’s back with every movement. Sophie… such a dear. So sentimental, roped into this by her more rapturous sisters. Emma would have to be gentle with her.
And Esme knelt where she belonged, between Emma’s steepled legs, small pink tongue traveling deeper and deeper into Emma’s cunt. The hand Phoebe had had on Emma’s breast slipped down to attack Emma’s pussy, making Esme cross to no end. She lashed her tongue, thinking of digging her teeth into Phoebe’s hand. Emma let them quarrel psychically while Sophie frenched her, small breasts brushing over Emma’s larger ones.
Such good girls. So eager to learn. Emma was glad she had insisted on having the four-poster bed in her room refurbished to fit a queen-sized mattress. She did enjoy stretching out.
“Almost, almost!” Celeste moaned while Mindee cried “Yes, yes!” So Celeste was the one who liked it in her ass. Emma congratulated herself on remembering correctly.
Their hands were everywhere, feeling how soft she was, how perfect she was. Emma couldn’t blame them. Esme was doing a particularly good job, eager to impress, to be singled out as the best. Emma would pat her on the head if she weren’t busy bringing her sisters to orgasm.
Celeste’s inner muscles clenched and Mindee came as well, juices running past Emma’s fingers to drip onto her panties. “Let’s share this one, shall we?” Emma smirked, still pumping into them, prolonging their orgasm, divvying it up among the Five-In-One and herself. Already she could feel a hot blush working its way onto her skin.
Then she felt a bitter pleasure that was wholly physical. Esme had shoved a finger into her ass, the cheeky minx. Emma would’ve cursed her presumption, but Sophie was moving up, offering her hardened nipples to Emma’s mouth. It was a full-on mutiny!
Emma pulled her fingers out of Celeste and Mindee, who were nearly spent anyway, and grabbed Esme’s head with the same force she used to bite Sophie’s breast. She had decided to ride it out. After all, she always had valued initiative.
Celeste was done, flat on her back off to the side and lazily toying with her damp labia as the others’ sensations watched over her. Mindee took Sophie’s old place, licking and nuzzling Emma’s right breast with the same fervor which Phoebe was using to gnaw the left.
“Esme says you want this,” Sophie breathed, climbing up to present her skirt to Emma as she shucked it off. Her panties were skimpier than her sisters, and impressively damp.
“She’s a very perceptive girl, your sister.” Keeping one hand in Esme’s hair, Emma worked Sophie’s panties down. “You could take a cue from her.”
Esme was no longer licking Emma’s pussy, she was fucking it, fingers on her clit and on Esme’s clit like she was trying to tell the difference.
It was no longer Celeste’s orgasm or Mindee’s, it was a feeling rising up in all of them, dwarfing what those two girls had felt. As if they had all struck the notion at the same time, the girls began to tear away their school uniforms, letting Emma feel bare hot flesh instead of Tommy Hilfiger fabric. Even Emma’s lingerie wasn’t spared, ripped away by anonymous hands. In the haze of the sex, Emma couldn’t begin to tell who she should punish for that. But she was getting bored of that flimsy thing anyway.
“Emma, I love you,” Esme said, thought, the vibration of it lost in Emma’s folds as the thought of it was lost in the all-consuming orgasm that threw them to the sheets, moist and sweaty and red and weary.
Emma exhaled, a very real smile on her lips as the girls collapsed on top of her and against her and next to her like tired little puppies. With a little coaxing, even exhausted Celeste got up to curl up to Emma’s feet. Only Esme pulled away, picking up one of the bathrobes Emma had laid out for the morning after.
“Esme,” Emma said, freezing her. Then she patted the mattress with a message she didn’t need to be a psychic to send: Room for one more.
“I have studying to do,” Esme said, something strange in her voice.
“Alright. Education must come first.” Then Phoebe began tonguing Emma’s ear and all thought of the departing sister left Emma’s mind.
Fandom: X-Men
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 857
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Stepford Cuckoos
Summary: Written for the Marvel kink meme – Prompt: Emma + Cuckoos: Schoolgirl fantasy + worship. Emma in control, naturally.
Mindee and Celeste were on all fours, facing away from each other, their white panties down around their thighs and their pleated skirts up over their waists. Emma was fingering them both, one hand in Mindee’s pussy, the other penetrating Celeste’s ass. She was pretty sure Celeste was the one who liked anal play. Mindee was definitely enjoying the three fingers Emma had in her.
Phoebe laid across the bed, suckling at one of Emma’s breasts while squeezing the other, trying to work up the courage to use her teeth. Emma gave her a little encouragement. “Phoebe, it’s sex. If you don’t take what you want, how are you ever going to get it?” Then Sophie captured her lips again with needy passion, her Afghan tie tracing over Emma’s belly and Phoebe’s back with every movement. Sophie… such a dear. So sentimental, roped into this by her more rapturous sisters. Emma would have to be gentle with her.
And Esme knelt where she belonged, between Emma’s steepled legs, small pink tongue traveling deeper and deeper into Emma’s cunt. The hand Phoebe had had on Emma’s breast slipped down to attack Emma’s pussy, making Esme cross to no end. She lashed her tongue, thinking of digging her teeth into Phoebe’s hand. Emma let them quarrel psychically while Sophie frenched her, small breasts brushing over Emma’s larger ones.
Such good girls. So eager to learn. Emma was glad she had insisted on having the four-poster bed in her room refurbished to fit a queen-sized mattress. She did enjoy stretching out.
“Almost, almost!” Celeste moaned while Mindee cried “Yes, yes!” So Celeste was the one who liked it in her ass. Emma congratulated herself on remembering correctly.
Their hands were everywhere, feeling how soft she was, how perfect she was. Emma couldn’t blame them. Esme was doing a particularly good job, eager to impress, to be singled out as the best. Emma would pat her on the head if she weren’t busy bringing her sisters to orgasm.
Celeste’s inner muscles clenched and Mindee came as well, juices running past Emma’s fingers to drip onto her panties. “Let’s share this one, shall we?” Emma smirked, still pumping into them, prolonging their orgasm, divvying it up among the Five-In-One and herself. Already she could feel a hot blush working its way onto her skin.
Then she felt a bitter pleasure that was wholly physical. Esme had shoved a finger into her ass, the cheeky minx. Emma would’ve cursed her presumption, but Sophie was moving up, offering her hardened nipples to Emma’s mouth. It was a full-on mutiny!
Emma pulled her fingers out of Celeste and Mindee, who were nearly spent anyway, and grabbed Esme’s head with the same force she used to bite Sophie’s breast. She had decided to ride it out. After all, she always had valued initiative.
Celeste was done, flat on her back off to the side and lazily toying with her damp labia as the others’ sensations watched over her. Mindee took Sophie’s old place, licking and nuzzling Emma’s right breast with the same fervor which Phoebe was using to gnaw the left.
“Esme says you want this,” Sophie breathed, climbing up to present her skirt to Emma as she shucked it off. Her panties were skimpier than her sisters, and impressively damp.
“She’s a very perceptive girl, your sister.” Keeping one hand in Esme’s hair, Emma worked Sophie’s panties down. “You could take a cue from her.”
Esme was no longer licking Emma’s pussy, she was fucking it, fingers on her clit and on Esme’s clit like she was trying to tell the difference.
It was no longer Celeste’s orgasm or Mindee’s, it was a feeling rising up in all of them, dwarfing what those two girls had felt. As if they had all struck the notion at the same time, the girls began to tear away their school uniforms, letting Emma feel bare hot flesh instead of Tommy Hilfiger fabric. Even Emma’s lingerie wasn’t spared, ripped away by anonymous hands. In the haze of the sex, Emma couldn’t begin to tell who she should punish for that. But she was getting bored of that flimsy thing anyway.
“Emma, I love you,” Esme said, thought, the vibration of it lost in Emma’s folds as the thought of it was lost in the all-consuming orgasm that threw them to the sheets, moist and sweaty and red and weary.
Emma exhaled, a very real smile on her lips as the girls collapsed on top of her and against her and next to her like tired little puppies. With a little coaxing, even exhausted Celeste got up to curl up to Emma’s feet. Only Esme pulled away, picking up one of the bathrobes Emma had laid out for the morning after.
“Esme,” Emma said, freezing her. Then she patted the mattress with a message she didn’t need to be a psychic to send: Room for one more.
“I have studying to do,” Esme said, something strange in her voice.
“Alright. Education must come first.” Then Phoebe began tonguing Emma’s ear and all thought of the departing sister left Emma’s mind.
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Date: 2009-07-22 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-23 12:37 pm (UTC)I've started writing an X-Men fic too, but it is based on a series called GenNext, I don't know if you know of that alt. reality series.
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Date: 2009-07-23 03:03 pm (UTC)Okay i am rambling clearly i need to go take a nap.
All this to say wonderful fic. Thank you for sharing.