Teaching Jean

 

               Jean’s hands flew over her mouth and tears filled her eyes.

               She had been shielded when she opened the door to hers and Scott’s bedroom, so she hadn’t known there was anyone else in the room until she opened the door. She stood, rooted to the spot, as the tangle of arms and legs in her and Scott’s bed unraveled, and resolved into two women plus her beloved husband. Betsy and Emma.

               Scott looked slightly ashamed. His two companions, however, felt no such thing. “Hello,” Emma purred, looking at Jean standing in the doorway and sitting up in bed, “Come to join the fun?” The sheet fell off her white shoulders and pooled between her thighs, exposing her large, full, perfect breasts. She didn’t bother to pull the sheet back up.

               Jean went bright red. “Uh….I’m…I’m…I’ll wait till later…” And she was about to turn away when Betsy, on Scott’s right, said, “You know, Emma, I think you’re right. Jean’s too much of a prude for Scott. It’s a wonder she’s not frigid.”

               “Or maybe she is, and she’s been faking it all this time with you, hey Scott?”

               Jean turned back to the door, eyes flashing angrily. “I am not frigid. And my…our…love…life is just fine, thank you!”

               “Sex life, Jean,ma dma drawled as she leaned backward in bed. Those perfect breasts poked up higher. “Say it. ‘Our sex life’.”

               Jean stared at her, and didn’t say a word. Emma laughed. “Oh, Jean. And you wonder why Scott keeps coming to one of us.”

               “Why?” Jean finally addressed Scott directly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Is it something I’m doing wrong? Am I not pleasing you anymore? What?”

               “Jean…sweetheart…” Scott got no further. Betsy cut him off.

               “Jean, look. You’re sweet and all, and Scott’s delighted with the sex…when he’s in the mood. Scott likes to be in control, Jean. And how do you think a guy who likes to be in control feels when his wife tells him she’s not in the mood and wants to be left alone? And there are things Scott likes that you’ve refused to do, and that puts him off you too.”

               Jean walked in and shut the door, before anyone else walked by and saw what was going on in the room. “What do you want to do that I won’t do, Scott? Please tell me. What have I not done?”

               Emma sighed and got out of bed, as did Betsy and Scott. Scott went over to Jean. “I love you, sweetheart,” he said. “But you’ve set limits on what we do in bed, and after a while it gets…boring.”

               Jean looked past him to Emma and Betsy. “What do you do with them that you can’t do with me?” she whispered. Scott flushed and looked slightly embarrassed.

               “All kinds of things,” Emma finally answered her. “Anal, for one. You ever let him up your ass?” Jean turned a deeper shade of red at the crude term, and Emma grinned. “Scott loves that. And he loves it when we talk dirty.” Jean stole a quick look down at Scott. Sure enough, ‘Little Scott’ was standing at attention.

               “Oral,” Betsy said thoughtfully. “And of course, a littoughough play does things for him too. Oh, Scott, did you ever get that belt, that real thick one, that you wanted to get the other day?”

               Jean looked at him. “I do like those things, Jean,” Scott said finally, quietly. “I jack off sometimes thinking about hitting your ass…your bottom…with one of my belts.”

               “Ass, Scott. Go ahead and offend her delicate sensibilities. Maybe she’ll realize how much fun can be had once you both have progressed past the ‘missionary-style-in-the-dark’ stage.” Betsy grinned. “Hey, wanna try it?”

               Jean bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know how.”

               “Hey, we’ll teach you, right, Emma?” Betsy grinned. “Come Jea Jean. Shed the clothes.”

               Jean slowly started to step out of her clothes.

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               “Okay. First thing we’re going to work on is oral. Get on your knees between Scott’s legs, Jean.” Jean went to her knees between Scott’s thighs and stared at his cock, inches in front of her face. She had slept with him for years, and yet, from this viewpoint, it looked like a foreign, alien thing to her. She hesitantly licked it.

               “Oh, not like that,” Emma said crossly. “Come on. Open your mouth really wide, and take all of him. Here, out of the way, I’ll show you.” Jeanotedoted backward and Emma took her place. She went down on Scott’s cock, licking and sucking, and Scott’s head went all the way back as he moaned in pleasure. Jean heard it. It had been a long time since she’d been able to wring sounds like that from her husband.

               “That’s how,” Emma said, getting up. “So give that a shot. Open wide—remember, Scott’s pretty big---and take him all the way in.” Jean did so, but found her mouth wasn’t big enough to take all of him in. How had Emma done it?

               “When you feel his head hit the back of your throat, swallow,” Emma directed. Jean tried, but the alien sensation was too much, and she couldn’t get it down. “I can’t,” she said, sitting back.

               “Sure you can. I did.” Emma sighed. “Betsy can. We all can, Jean, you just have to forget about what you feel like and concentrate on bringing your partner pleasure. You do want to make Scott happy, right?”

               “More than anything,” Jean whispered, and tried again. This time, though, when it hit he back of her throat she swallowed at the wrong time and gagged. She choked, tears filling her eyes, as Scott leaned forward. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

               Betsy sighed. “We’re never going to get anywhere at this rate.”

               “Yeah we will,” Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room to get when Jean had stripped. “Jean. We haven’t got all day. Open your throat and take it all in.” She punctuated her words with a smack of the belt against Jean’s ass.

               Jean had just taken Scott in her mouth for another try when the belt struck her butt. She yelped, swallowing involuntarily with the pain, and then froze as Scott’s cock slid all the way down her throat. She had done it.

               “See, I told you we’ll get somewhere. All right, Jean. As soon as you’ve adjusted to the feel of his cock in your throat, take it out and do it again.”

               Jean closed her eyes. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation…just an odd one. She cautiously withdrew, then tried again. Again she choked. When she withdrew, Emma took a handful of her hair and guided her head down on Scott’s crotch, then smacked her sharply with the belt. When Jean’s throat opened to cry out, the cock slid in. Emma held onto Jean’s hair, guiding her head back and forth, punctuating the movement with slaps from the belt, until Jean’s head began moving on its own. Then she stopped.

               Jean was concentrating on the job she was doing on Scott’s cock, and on the belt hitting her ass repeatedly. When Emma stopped, she was mildly surprised to find out that Scott was moaning in pleasure from what her mouth was doing and she was also wet. She could feel the slickness gathering on her labia from hearing Scott moan. She began to experiment, moving her tongue around as she was going down and coming out, and was rewarded by Scott’s moans doubling in volume until he started gasping. His cock stiffened. “I’m…going…to…cum…” he gasped. “Jean, I want to see you…swallow…”

               Swallow? She was supposed to…she couldn’t…and then his cock stiffened, and then exploded. Jean, surprised, started to choke and gag on the thick, bitter, creamy stuff filling her mouth and throat, and pulled off his cock as she spluttered. Cum trickled from her lips and mouth, to drip onto the tops of her creamy breasts.

               Emma sighed and crouched in front of her. “You were told to swallow by your husband,” she said. “Why didn’t you?”

               “I…it tasted funny,” Jean said, suddenly feeling like a child being chastised for not obeying a parent. “I didn’t like it.”

               Betsy sighed. “Think we need to teach her that Scott’s happiness is more important?”

               “Yes, I think we do,” Emma said. “It’ll give Scott some time to get it back up.” Both women surveyed Scott’s wilted, limp penis, and nodded.

               Betsy took the belt from Emma and leaned over Jean. ‘Scott’s pleasure should always be your first concern,” she said firmly. “Especially in bed. Your pleasure, or what you like of don’t like, should never be the first thing on your mind. Repeat that.”

               “Scott’s pleasure should always come first,” Jean said.

               Betsy nodded. “Good. All right, now, because you disobeyed him, you need to be punished. Scott, how many should we give her?”

               Scott sat up. “Can I do it?” he asked. Betsy grinned and handed him the belt.

               “Jean. Get up. Bend over the foot of the bed.”

               Jean did so, trembling a little. She felt humiliated, bent over like this, her ass upthrust to him, and Emma and Betsy watching. But it was also thrilling, and a bit erotic.

               Scott studied the slightly reddened buttocks presented to him. Emma hadn’t hit Jean hard; the skin was only lightly pink. He said aloud, “Twenty, then. And Jean? I want you to repeat the lesson you just learned after every stroke.”

               Jean sucked in a breath; he could see her ribs expand with the breath, but she said nothing, just nodded. Her hands clenched in the rumpled bedcovers, then suddenly, she said, “I disobeyed you, and I was bad. Please teach me how wrong I was.”

               Scott’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath. Over Jean’s bowed back, Betsy and Emma winked at each other. Scott raised the thin belt, then brought it down on Jean’s ass with a soft thwack.

               Jean gasped. Her fists clenched in the covers. Her ass cheeks tensed. Then she said, ‘Your pleasure should always come first.”

               “That wasn’t nearly hard enough,” Emma said. “Come on, Scott, what about that fantasy you told me about, where Jean’s…” Scott silenced her with a look and raised the belt again.

               Jean was frozen in shock, and barely felt the next stroke. Scott had told Emma some of the fantasies he had about her? Why had he never told her? Because you’re too much of a prude to listen, her own mind answered her. Emma and Betsy are right. You can’t please Scott, really please him the way they can. You don’t deserve him.

               The pang that thought caused her made tears spring to her eyes. “Your pleasure should come first, Scott.” she said in response to the last blAs hAs he raised the belt again, she lifted her head. “Harder, Scott. Emma and Betsy are right, I am selfish. I don’t deserve you. You’ve been more than patient over the years with my…inadequacies. Hit me harder. I need to be punished for my selfishness.”

               The next blow made her gasp. Scott had just been tapping before; this was harder. The next one was harder yet. As the strokes went on and her ass slowly turned a dark pink, her cries became sharper, louder. When Scott finally tossed the belt down on the bed after the twentieth stroke, Jean fell to her knees at his feet and took his stiffening cock in her mouth. This time she had no problem deep-throating it.

               It was too soon for Scott to cum, of course; but the feel of his wife’s mouth around him after so long fantasizing about what it would feel like got him hard, and finally he did manage to get a little out into her mouth. Immediately afterward, his cock softened, but Jean spent some time licking off her own spit and droll from his penis before she let him slide gently from her mouth. She remained kneeling at his feet, however, in an unconsciously submissive posture that made his mind run wild with thoughts of what he wanted to do with her.

               “Well.” Emma said after Jean finished. “Looks like she just need to be shown what to do. She’s a natural cocksucker.” She got off the bed. “Next lesson: anal. Scott loves this, Jean.”

               Jean sucked in a breath. “I’m scared,” she said softly. “He’s so big…the first time…Scott, it felt like you were splitting me open. The pain didn’t last long…but it hurt so much for the short time it did last. How much is this going to hurt?”

               Scott looked at Jean. “Maybe we should wait on this lesson, Emma…”

               Jean shook her head vehemently. “No I want to learn this. I’m just…I don’t know how much this is going to hurt.” Images of her own asshole, torn because Scott was too big, crossed her mind, and she shuddered.

               Emma, seeing that Jean really was scared, softened her tone. “We’ll try not to make it hurt too much. We’ll just stretch you out for now; Scott can take it from there afterward.” She reached for the bag Betsy had gone to get from her room and took out lubricant and several butt plugs and anal dildos, all in different sizes. Some were small, some were larger. All of them looked terrifying to Jean, who was a complete virgin back there.

               “We’ll start small,” Betsy said. “Anal is an acquired taste, and you may discover you don’t like it, But you should still experience it.” She pulled on some latex gloves, squeezed lubricant on her fingers and reached behind Jean. “Have you ‘gone’ today?” she asked. “If not, we might have to give you an enema to clean you out.” Her gloved fingers pressed against the tiny pinkish-brown pucker of Jean’s anus.

               Jean gasped with the sensation. Betsy’s long fingers probed for a time, feeling around, then said to Emma. “She’s good. Do we still want to clean her out, though?”

               “Yes,” Emma said, taking a rubber bag and some rubber tubing from the bag and handing it to Betsy. “Take her into the bathroom while I get things set up here.”

               It was the oddest thing, bending over as Betsy pressed the nozzle of the enema bag into her asshole. Jean gasped as the lubricated tip slid in. It wasn’t large enough to hurt; but it definitely felt odd having something back there. Betsy opened the valve on the tubing and said, ‘Stay bent over. Gravity will pull the water further into your bowels and do a better job cleaning you out.”

               Jean kept her eyes glued to the bag as the water started to drain into her. The bag was half-empty when she started feeling the urge to expel the water, but when she asked, Betsy shook her head. “Not yet. Jean, the water in your ass will spread your rectal walls, and when we get you stretched out and Scott does go in, it’ll be easier.” She waited until the bag was empty and Jean was gasping and whimpering with the need to relieve herself, then she reached back. “Tighten up as I remove the nozzle,” she said, “You don’t want to get all that water all over the floor.” Jean tightened as much as she could, despite the intense cramping in her bowels, and as Betsy took the nozzle out she sat down on the toilet and sighed as her body emptied. It was intensely humiliating, doing what she normally considered private business in front of Betsy, but the other woman ignored her and went about cleaning up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

               They finally exited the bathroom, Betsy coiling the tubing up, and she directed Jean to the bed as she put the enema equipment back in the bag. Scott took up the smallest plug, which still looked big to Jean, and lubed it up as the other two women pulled on gloves. “Relax,” Emma told her as she positioned the tip of the plug against Jean’s tensing anal opening. “If you relax it goes in easier.” And she started to insert the plug.

               It was fully in only seconds later, but it felt like an eternity to Jean, who gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Emma gave her a few minutes to adjust to it, while Scott cupped Jean’s face in his hands and whispered sweet endearments to her. When Jean finally stopped shuddering and released the fistfuls of bedcovers, Emma reached for the plug and pulled it partway out. Jean gasped, her body going rigid, but made no other noise as Emma gently re-inserted it. She and Emma took turns twisting and playing with it, until its insertion didn’t even bring a blink from Jean. “Ready for the next size,” Betsy said finally. Jean stared as they put it down on a towel, to be cleaned and sterilized later. It still looked big; but the fact that it could now go in her ass without discomfort was a matter of some pride for her. As Emma positioned the second plug at her rear entrance, Jean relaxed. This time the feeling of having something sliding back there wasn’t as bad, and in no time they were ready to move on.

               Her ass stretched slowly from the plugs over the next half-hour or so, and as they took the last one out of her tingling asshole Jean looked at Scott. He was as hard as she’d ever seen him. “Scott,” she said, here eyes meeting his, “I want you back there.”

               “Jean…isn’t this enough for now?” Scott was slightly flabbergasted. He’d hated the sight of her face twisted in pain as the larger dildos had been pressed into her body, and the last one had made his eyes pop, and he wasn’t sure if her sweat-slick body could take any more of this today. He looked into her eyes. “Jean…are you sure?” She looked back at him, and instead of answering, she kissed him.

               He took that as a yes, and got on the bed behind her. He’d acquired a massive, raging hard-on watching her groan as larger things were inserted into her virgin ass, and he desperately needed to spend. He squeezed lube on his head, then let it nuzzle at her ass for a minute before he started to push it in.

               Jean gasped. Opening and stretching her ass beforehand had helped, but Scott was a bit bigger than the last dildo that had gone in, and she had to fight not to clench against the pain. ‘Slowly,” she gasped breathlessly, “Slowly. Please!” Scott obligingly slowed, feeding his cock into her a little at a time, and Jean tried hard to relax and accommodate the intruder pushing into her most private hole. When he was firmly seated inside her, he paused for a moment to let her get used to the feel of him inside her.

               The cock impaling her ass made Jean gasp. Her fingers curled around the covers, and she whimpered at the pressure. It wasn’t so bad inside her, although she did feel like she needed to shit. No, the sensation was all around the opening, where her sphincter muscle strained to close around the large intruder piercing it. And then Scott withdrew and started sliding out, and Jean cried out with the pain. He continued to slide out, and when he was almost all out, he reversed and went back in. Jean screamed, her fists pounding the bed, and Emma and Betsy quickly moved to her front, grabbing her arms and holding her in place as Scott commenced fucking her asshole. “Easy…easy,” Betsy said to Jean, holding her wrist with one hand while stroking the tangled red hair with the other. “The first time’s always the hardest. Relax. Remember, Scott’s having fun back there, and his pleasure comes first, right?” Jean nodded. She’d forgotten that little piece of wisdom she’d learned. She made a conscious effort to relax, to move beyond her pain, and after a few minutes her head cleared enough of the pain-haze away for her to hear the sound of Scott’s gasping cries as he drove himself relentlessly forward to his orgasm.

               Scott was in heaven. The sight of his cock pounding into Jean’s still slightly reddened ass cheeks combined with the feel of her oh-so-tight recently virgin ass clenched around his cock was erotic. And got even better when suddenly her ass unclenched, and he found himself driving forward into a hot, pillowy softness. Dimly, he was aware of the noise he was making, and of the sounds Jean was making, but his lust-fogged mind refused to register it. He felt his orgasm coming and howled just as his cock stiffened and jerked in his wife’s ass, spilling his seed deep in her bowels. Afterward, exhausted, he slumped back on the bed. After a moment, he looked up.

               Jean had collapsed to her stomach on the bed, her arms and legs unable to hold her up for the shaking her body was doing. There was blood around Jean’s asshole, and he scrambled up to his knees to look at it. Her shoulders were shaking with sobs, and his heart almost stopped. What had he done? He touched her gently. “Jean? Jean, sweetheart, oh, baby, what did I do, I hurt you…Oh, God,” he moaned as he saw the tears on her face and the look of anguish in her eyes. “Betsy…Emma…is she…”

               “Come here,” And Scott moved around the bed until he was beside Jean. “Sit up here.” He sat up, laying her head in his lap and stroking her hair as Betsy and Emma examined her backside. “She’s okay,” Betsy said. “Just a little tearing. The bleeding stop quickly, like it did when you took my ass the first time.” She took a tissue from the box beside the bed and pressed it to Jean’s anus. “Close your cheeks,” she said gently to Jean. “Hold that there. We’ll be right back.” Emma bundled up the towel with the toys in it, and she and Betsy went to the bathroom.

               Jean’s sobs gradually quietened as she lay on the bed with Scott stroking her hair. “Was it really bad?” Scott asked gently when she was quiet. “We’ll never do it again if you hated it.”

               Jean thought about that for a second. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked him, wiping a tear from her face. She knew what the answer would be already.

               “No, I didn’t,” Scott lied.

               Jean pushed herself up on one elbow. “Liar.” She smiled at him. “Don’t lie to a telepath.” She lay back down. “I felt you cum in my ass. I opened my shields just before you did…and I felt your mind explode in that orgasm. It was mind boggling.” She was quiet for a second. “I came too.”

               “You did?” Scott risked a quick peek down. Jean’s labia were indeed damp.

               “I didn’t know you liked that. I didn’t know you wanted it.” She sighed. “Well, okay, maybe I did, but…I was too worried about how much it would hurt to think about whether you’d like it or not. I don’t know if I liked it or not, but we can do it again a few more times before I make up my mind.”

               “Really?” Scott was ecstatic. “You’d do that for me?”

               “For both of us. I…I kinda liked it a little too.” Jean looked up at him, and now there was a mischievous look in her eyes. “What other fantasies have you had about me?”

               Scott hedged. “Jean, I don’t think you’re up to any more today…”

               Jean chuckled a little. “I know I’m not. But inside my mind I’m still unmarked and ready for sex.” And without another word she drew Scott into a telepathic embrace.

*                                                           *                                                           *

               She looked around. This room inside Scott’s mind was equipped with chains and whips around the cool stone walls. She looked at Scott, who was standing there dressed in leather pants that fit his thighs and hips like a second skin. It also clearly accentuated the bulge at the groin. Scott might be satisfied physically, but psychically he was ready for more. She looked around again, and a fluttery feeling of excitement started. She’d fantasized sometimes about being a princess tortured in a medieval dungeon, with Scott as a cruel baron ready to hurt her for his own pleasure. She’d never told him that particular fantasy…but apparently he had something similar to it. She walked to the center of the room and raised her hands so Scott could lock the shackles around her psychic wrists.

               He hauled up on the chain attached to the shackles, pulling until her feet just barely touched the floor. She mentally adjusted her thinking to include the illusory sensation of tightly stretched muscles, then waited. Scott walked around the walls, then chose a long-handled whip with three long tails.

               He started off lightly, flicking her body lightly with the whip’s tails. At first she gave out nothing but gasps and cries. But as he grew accustomed to the fact that he couldn’t physically hurt her here, and she could make the welts go away if she wanted to, he got bolder and struck with more force. Jean hung, whimpering and moaning as a sexual heat built up between her legs. Finally she cried to him. “Harder, Scott! Please, I need it! Hit me with everything you have!”

               Whissssh…THWACK! The whip made a whistling sound before landing on the white skin of the hanging woman. Jean screamed as blood welled up along the length of the welt, but she didn’t pull out of his mind. Scott took that as an encouraging sign and hit her again. She screamed as another line of blood joined the first. He went a little crazy after that, hitting her hanging body hard enough to sweep her feet off the floor, leaving long bleeding red welts as she spurred him on, crying for him to hit harder and harder. “Harder!” She cried to him, “Oh, God, Scott, I need to be punished for being so selfish, for denying you the pleasure you wanted, punish me! Hit me! Harder, Scott, Harder!” And then, when he took a break, she replaced the three-tailed whip with a brutal-looking cat o’ nine tails. “Hit me with it, Scott,” she begged breathlessly as her skin went back to its unmarked state. “I’ve always fantasized about you whipping me, really, really whipping me. I masturbate to that fantasy. Make it come true, please Scott!” He obliged.

               Emma and Betsy walked back into the bedroom, having cleaned the toys. Betsy was holding a cloth dampened in cool water to apply to Jean’s sore butt. What they saw made them pause.

               Jean was writhing on the bed, her hands busily working between her legs. Scott lay beside her, his hands on her breasts, pinching and working on her stiff nipples. His cock was still limp, but the sounds coming from between his slightly parted lips were definitely sound of passion. Jean was whimpering and sobbing his name quietly.

               “Guess she doesn’t need this,” Betsy tossed the damp cloth onto the laundry pile. “I wonder what they’re doing.”

               Emma had a wicked glint in her eye. “Shall we join them?” Betsy grinned back, and they sat down on the bed beside Scott and Jean, each one sinking into the telepathic web.

               Emma appeared in the dungeon wearing her usual white bustier and boots. Betsy wore nothing. Emma took one look at the whip in Scott’s hand, and at the woman screaming from the chains and shackles in the center of the dungeon, and hmmphed. “Jean gave him the whip,” She told Betsy as they both eyed the cat, which had Jean’s psychic signature on it, and the vicious welts it was leaving on Jean’s psychic form. “She must be kinkier than we thought.”

               Betsy grinned. “It’s always the quiet ones, ” an” and dropped to her knees in front of Emma. A whip, similar to the one Scott was using on Jean, appeared in her hands. “Whip me, Mistress,” she said. Emma took the whip with a delighted gleam in her eyes, and proceeded to shackle Betsy to the overhead chains. Soon the sound of Betsy’s agonized screams joined Jean’s in the mental dungeon.

It wasn’t long before Scott’s hunger overrode his desire to explore his and Jean’s fantasies, and he took her down and pushed her face-down, bent over an old wooden raping table, and proceeded to fuck Jean thoroughly. He could control his psychic form’s ejaculation, and restrained himself for a long time as he pummeled Jean’s body ruthlessly as she screamed. Eventually, Betsy joined Jean over the table as Emma used a strap-on to fuck Betsy’s cunt and ass thoroughly. She used both holes with impunity; in here they didn’t have to worry about infections. Scott was finally sated, and he waited with Jean while Emma and Betsy had their fun on Scott’s mental furniture. When they were all finally satisfied, they rose back out of the psychic web to consciousness.

Jean lay fro a while, looking at the bed, with Scott and Emma and Betsy lying around her. “I’m going to have to change the sheets,’ she observed, looking at her cum and that of the other two women’s on the sheets. “Hope nobody sees the mess we made.”

Betsy grinned. “No one’s going to comment,” she said. “I’ve seen worse.”

Jean opened one eye. “Really?”

Betsy grinned. “You should see Hank’s after he’s had a wet night. Damn. Almost makes me want to jump his bones just to see if I could handle all that.” She grinned. “Especially up the ass.”

Jean shuddered. “I’ll stick with Scott, thank you. I can’t imagine anything bigger in mine.”

Betsy grinned at the ceiling. “You’d be surprised. I can get my whole hand in Warren’s. He yells like crazy while I do it, but his cock gets rock hard.”

Jean’s eyes widened. “You and Warren…”

Betsy grinned. “Yep.” She pushed herself up on one elbow. “Hey, I know all that just now was just fantasy play, but Warren and I do it real time. He had an apartment set up in the city with soundproof walls and all kinds of toys so we can indulge in our mistress/slave fetish. Remy asks if he can borrow the keys sometimes, to bring a girl there. Logan does too, a lot of the time.”

Jean blinked. “Wow. And I thought I knew everything about everybody.”

Betsy grinned. “Logan can be very domineering. But he knows how to submit, too. He really gets into it. Remy, he switches. Sometimes he’s a top, sometimes he’s a bottom. Ororo will play with Logan there sometimes, she’s a switch, both dominant and submissive. Rogue is a bottom, definitely. She really gets off on the physical sensation. Thank goodness for that invincibility, because otherwise she’d be cut to ribbons when Remy’s holding the whip. Remy is the only person I know of who can seduce a woman with the business end of a whip. By the end of their evenings Rogue will practically fist herself both ways if Remy doesn’t have something for her to take the edge off with. You, Charles, Scott, Hank, Bobby, Jubilee, and Kitty are they ony ones who don’t visit that particular little playground.” She grinned. “Well, I guess now you know about it, you will. Jubilee’s been begging Logan to take her there; since she came back she’s gotten really persistent. I have a feeling sometime soon he will take her there, and give her what she wants. I just don’t know how it will end up.”

“Speak for yourself,” Emma grumbled. “I taught that girl at the Academy, remember? She’ll be the one shredding Logan’s hide with a whip. And I do mean shredding. That girl doesn’t show it, but she’s got a mean streak in her I bet will come out in the bedroom.”

Betsy sniffed. “But look at her. All meek and everything, and Emma, look at the way she flogs herself through one of her gymnastic routines. She doesn’t do it often, but every once in a while she’ll go in there, and even if she’s not in training she’ll push herself like she is. I saw Logan go in there once and physically carry her out of the gym because she pushed herself until she was too weak to walk out on her own. She has a masochistic streak in her.”

Jean realized it had been a while since Scott had said anything, and turned to him. “Scott? Are you all right?” She nudged him gently.

A low snore answered her. Emma laughed. “Just like a man. Roll over and go to sleep after sex. Well, I guess you’ll have to wait to change the sheets.” She slid out of the bed. ‘I don’t know about either of you, but I’m hungry after all that. Let’s go get something to eat.” Betsy and Jean agreed, and they slid out of bed and gathered their clothes. Jean dropped a kiss on Scott’s nose as she turned off the light. “Sleep well, husband mine. Tomorrow night we’re going to check that apartment out.”

 

Author’s note This story will be continued in ‘The Apartment’. I hope you liked this. I was sitting there wondering why a man would cheat on his wife, and my husband told me usually its because the woman’s doing something wrong. One thing led to another, and thus this story was born. Next up; ‘The Apartment’. We’ll see just how naughty the inhabitants of the ‘SeX-Mansion’ can be…Look for it!

Jaenelle

The Apartment Part 1: Logan and Jubilee

"Please," Jubilee whined.

Logan sighed as she took another shirt out of his closet. "Don't whine like a little child if ya don't wanna be treated like one," he said.

"But Logan…I want to go with you and Remy and Rogue to Warren's apartment," Jubilee sat on his bed, pouting. Logan sighed. He was getting extremely tired of this. "Jubes, I told ya, ya really don't wanna do this," he said exasperated. "You got no idea what goes on there. I don't want you to walk into something you can't handle, 'cause it would be my fault for bringin' ya there."

"But I already know what happens there. Warren told me himself after he got back the one time. And I got horny listening to him describe what Betsy did to him. I want that stuff done to me. Please," Jubilee begged again. And stuck her lower lip out in a pout.

Logan stared at Jubilee for a long moment, then dove for her in a sudden move and captured her lower lip between his teeth. He bit down just hard enough to leave a mark in her lip and growled around his teeth, "Ya wanna have all that done ta you?"

Jubilee felt those teeth sinking firmly into her lip. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes. I do."

Logan reached down between her legs, pushed her skirt up, and pulled the bottom of her panties away from her sex. He slid his hand inside the thin cotton. Damn, she was wet. He reached a little higher, seized the tiny nub of flesh inside its protective hood, and eased the hood back as he squeezed. Jubilee gasped in pain. Logan grinned wolfishly at her, but his voice was serious. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh…oh…yessss…" Jubilee was sucking in air to keep from crying out. Logan felt another rush of warmth from her body as he increased the pressure. And again. And again.

Jubilee's thighs were shaking. Small, strangled gasps were escaping between her tightly clenched teeth. Her hands gripped his wrist tightly, trying to push it out from under her skirt to release the pressure on her throbbing clit. She might as well have tried to move stone. Logan's hand wasn't going anywhere.

He increased the pressure another tiny bit, and was rewarded by the beginning of a tear in her eyes. "Logan," she croaked hoarsely. "Oh, God, Logan…" He increased the pressure again, and her control broke. Her head went back on her neck and she cried out in pain.

He leaned forward, never releasing the tight pinch he had on her clit. "How about this," he said. "Can you bear this pinching, this pain, on your clit for an hour?"

Jubilee gasped. There were bright red stars of pain behind her eyelids, but her cunt was juicing frantically now, and she desperately wanted something to fill her aching hole. "Yes," she whimpered frantically. "Oh, God, yes. Logan, pinch harder, harder!" And she screamed in pleasure and pain as his fingers tightened. Her hips bucked frantically, and finally, finally, she came with his fingers squeezing her clit so hard it was a fiery pain between her legs.

Logan released her clit, and now she went through another convulsion, another mini-orgasm, as blood rushed back to the abused piece of flesh. He stood looking down at her as she trembled with the last vestiges of her orgasm. "Maybe you can," he muttered. Without warning, he told her, "Take off your panties."

Jubilee shimmied out of them. Logan reached down, feeling her tits to see if she had a bra on. Without being told to, she tugged her t-shirt up off her body and unclasped her bra, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes. He grinned. "Put yer shirt back on," he commanded her. "Without the bra." She did so, feeling a fluttery feeling of excitement start way down in the pit of her stomach.

"Let's go meet Gumbo and Rogue," he said abruptly. Jubilee yelped in joy and hurried after him, careful to keep her skirt down so no one would see her bare pussy. She had started shaving her pussy mound the year before, when she came back from college, because Logan liked feeling bare skin. They had confined their sexual activity to gentle lovemaking, but Jubilee hungered for more. She wanted Logan on her, in her, dominating her. She wanted to cum from the pain and pleasure she experienced at his hands. She wanted to see that wild, animal look in his eyes when he became aroused. She'd seen it one night after going out with Remy and Rogue, and had wondered what they could do with each other that would bring out that wild, predatory, feral, animal side to him.

Remy and Rogue were already out in the truck. "In the back, next to Rogue," Logan said roughly to her, and Jubilee obeyed.

"She comin' wit' us, Logan?" Remy asked before starting the truck.

"Yeah," Logan took a drag on his cigar before answering. "She said she wanted ta see what we was doin'. An' Warren gone an' told her all about the apartment, an' what we do there, so I figure it's time ta see if she really can take it, or if she's just all mouth." He half-turned toward the back. "Rogue bein' quiet tonight."

"She not allowed to speak, Logan," Remy said, grinning. 'She cussed me out today. I tell her not to say a word all day, an' all tonight until we get her punishment done." In the seat beside Jubilee, Rogue trembled a little. "An' she got to concentrate on not comin' till I say she can," Remy said. "She's so horny. I walked inta her room an' fin her with de magazine open on her bed, an' she got her toy stuffed up her hole. Without my permission. So she gettin' punish for dat too."

"She has to have your permission to come? But that's…"

"It's called control, darlin'," Logan drawled at her. "I think it's a good idea fer you too. Ya don't got a lotta self discipline o' yer own, so maybe I oughtta punish it in ya, hey? Here's yer rules er tonight. Yer not allowed ta say nothin' but 'Yes Master Logan' and screamin' from now on. The word 'No' ain't permitted. Ya got some punishment comin' a'ready fer whinin' like a spoiled brat earlier; don't make it any worse on yerself."

Jubilee pouted. "But that's not fair! I didn't even know you were going to hold it against me, so how was I supposed to know I wasn't supposed to whine? And at least it got me out here with you!" She sat back in her seat.

If Rogue had been allowed to talk, she would have told Jubilee that she'd just gotten in a whole world of trouble. As it was, she just sighed and squirmed a little on the dildo buried in her cunt and strapped there by Remy's hands.

Logan looked at Remy. "How many words was that?"

"Thirty-eight." Remy grinned maliciously.

Logan turned to Jubilee. "You just bought yerself thirty eight strokes with a whip, girl, for speakin' outta turn. Want to add anymore with that?"

"I what?" Jubilee yelped. Logan grinned wider.

"Forty now. Keep rackin' em up, girl."

Jubilee clamped her lips on the rest of her words. "Yes, Master Logan." She sat back in her seat, stung by the unfairness of it, but unwilling to extend her punishment. So she took refuge in her usual way of expressing displeasure; she crossed her arms and pouted.

"Attitude, attitude, mon ami ," Remy clucked disapprovingly. "Need to break her o' dat too."

Logan looked in the rearview mirror. "Jubes. Put your arms down at your sides, like a proper young lady. Straighten your back. See how Rogue's sittin'? That's how a well-trained slave sits. Sit like that."

Jubilee sat up, folded her hands in her lap, and tried to look as prim and buttoned up as Rogue currently did. Then, when she thought Logan wasn't looking, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the back of his head.

Logan turned real quick. "Now ya bought yerself a gag and a blindfold, too," he said. "Ya better learn; don't stick yer tongue out 'less yer gonna use it."

Jubilee, somewhat apprehensive about the way Logan was looking at her with that mean smile, shut up and sat on the seat like Rogue was sitting. They were all quiet for a while, then, as Remy turned the truck into a parking lot, the rear tire hit the curb, jarring everyone. Rogue gave a yelp as the dildo strapped into her body jammed itself up against her cervix.

Remy sighed. "And we were doin' so well, Rogue. Ah, well. Guess you really like dat wire whip, non ?"

Rogue's eyes widened, and she closed her mouth. Jubilee looked at her apprehensive look, and wondered what Remy would use that would make her look like that.

The two men led the way into the building, and stopped in front of a door. Remy produced a key and they went inside.

* * *

Logan took Jubilee straight over to one corner of the room. "Strip and kneel," he said gruffly, opening a cabinet and looking inside. Jubilee couldn't see what he was looking for, but she knew she probably wasn't going to like it. She removed her clothes and put them on a nearby table, then knelt on the floor and watched him.

Logan took two things from the cabinet and went to stand by her. "Now, there are some rules you need to know," he said to her. "One. A submissive, that's you, never looks up at the Master or Mistress unless ordered ta do so. The rest of the time yer ta look at the floor." He watched as her eyes dropped obediently to the floor. "Good girl." He ran a hand caressingly through her hair, something she'd always loved, and he watched as she leaned into the caress, her hand coming up to touch his. "Two. Ya move only when ordered ta. If I tell ya ta kneel, ya kneel until I give ya permission ta rise. I don't care how numb yer feet an' legs get. This isn't about yer comfort, this is about my pleasure." He sat down on the table, looking at the kneeling girl. "Jubilee, look at me for a second." She did. "Step out of role for a moment. This apartment," he waved his hand to include the entire place, "It's about selfishness. We're out there, day after day, bein' selfless, fighting to keep safe a world that don't want us. It takes a lot of courage ta do that. But we're also human bein's. We can be selfish 'bout what we want sometimes. This little playground is a way fer us ta express that. Not many of us can put aside our selfish sides and be a submissive. Bein' submissive, Jubes, means puttin' yer master's needs and wants an' desires first, an' yers second. Can ya do that? Think only 'bout what I want, what I need, from ya, an' not think 'bout whether yer body hurts, or whether yer happy at the moment?"

Jubilee was touched by the look of concern in his eyes. "Yes, Logan, I can," she said, sincerity in her voice.

Logan slid off the table to look directly in her eyes. "Jubes," he said, "Think 'bout what ya just said. Now think 'bout me. Ya know me better'n anybody at the mansion. Ya know what I'm like, way deep inside. So can ya also accept that sometimes, my desire might be ta make ya cry, make ya scream, make you beg for me to stop hurtin' ya? I got a naturally dominant nature, Jubes, an' sometimes when the rage gets a hold o' me all I wanna do is strike out an' hurt someone. Gumbo knows 'bout that side o' me. So does Rogue. I been takin' my aggression out on her all these years, 'cause she can handle it. Will ya be able ta handle it if I take it out on you? If yer not, let me know. Ya can still be mine, but I'll let Gumbo know ya can't fill all o' my needs, an' he an' Rogue'll continue lettin' me use them." He sighed. "The reason I'm askin', Jubes, is cause I know what Bastion done ta ya. I don't wanna hurt ya like that. I don't wanna look in yer eyes when we wake up tomorrow back at the mansion an' see hatred, or fear, in there. So think carefully. Can ya handle me?"

Jubilee bit her lip. "You, yes," she said. "But Logan…there are some things I can't stand because they remind me of Bastion. If I tell you, can you promise not to use them on me?"

Logan nodded. 'There ain't nothin' in here gonna hurt ya past what Hank can't fix, but yeah, if somethin' brings up bad memories, I'll stop right away. Is that all right?"

"Yes," Jubilee said, and she hugged him tightly, unexpectedly. "What do you have there?" she said after a moment, peeking over the edge of the table.

"Back into role," Logan said, as he went to the table. Jubilee returned to her kneeling position with her hands laced in her lap, and by the time Logan returned to her he was back into role as well.

The first thing she felt was his hands buckling a heavy leather collar around her slim throat. Then he buckled leather straps around her wrists and ankles. When that was done, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her mouth opened. "Stay like that," he said gruffly. "Stick your tongue out." Jubilee did so. "Farther," he said. She thrust her tongue out as far as she could. "Good girl," he said. He brought forward two thin wooden sticks, trapped her tongue between them, and pushed them back down her tongue until the ends were against her back teeth. She clamped down on them with her teeth, holding them in place while he fastened straps on them and ran them around her head. When he was done, and stepped back, her tongue protruded helplessly from her gagged mouth. He smiled, and it was a cruel smile, as he stepped out of the way so she could look at her reflection in the mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Jubilee stared at her reflection for a moment, at the string of saliva that trickled from the corner of her mouth because she could no longer swallow, and lowered her eyes.

Logan snapped a leash to her collar, and tugged. She started to rise, but Logan snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor, and she understood. She crawled after him to another corner of the apartment, where chains hung from the ceiling with hooks on the end, and stood at his command. He locked her wrist cuffs together, then draped them over a hook at the end of a chain, and went to a button on the wall. As he held it down, the chain pulled her inexorably upwards until she was stretched taut between the chain and her toes' tenuous contact with the floor. She saw herself in the mirrors; she couldn't help it, they were everywhere…and she looked so deliciously slim and helpless. Her breasts jutted out from her chest; her stomach was pulled into a sharply concave curve, and her ribcage rose. Her skin was taut from the pull.

Logan stood there for a moment, and Jubilee forgot her helpless position, forgot the tenseness of her body, forgot her trapped tongue and drooling mouth. All she could see was Logan's look of animal lust, and she heard his growl of raw desire rumble in his chest. He found her desirable. She would have smiled if she could, but instead, she backed her toes against the floor and squared her shoulders proudly.

Logan wanted to screw her right then and there. God, she had just realized what she looked like, and she was proud of it! She had steadied her breathing and squared her shoulders. His little pet knew she looked good to hi, and wanted to look better. She wanted to please him. He stepped in, trailing his fingers across the smooth skin under her ribcage, then dropped a light kiss on her sharply-defined shoulder blades. The kiss turned into a nibble, the nibble turned into a bite, and Logan's lust rose as his teeth broke her skin and her sweet, hot blood filled his mouth. God, he loved her. Wanted her. Needed her.

He went to a cabinet along the wall, took out a length of black silk, and placed it over her eyes. "Remember the face ya made in the car?" he whispered. "If ya kept yer temper, ya might still have the use of yer mouth, yer tongue, yer eyes. But ya didn't so I have ta gag an' blindfold ya. It will drive ya insane, not bein' able ta see when the whip is comin' ta mark yer flesh, not bein' able ta see where it's gonna land, not bein' able ta brace yerself fer its sharp, bitin' pain. But you'll still be able ta scream. Of course yer tongue'll wiggle; I didn't clamp its tip. But ya won't be able ta swallow yer screams. I'm gonna hear every delicious moan an' cry an' whimper yer gonna make. Remember that." And he leaned forward, capturing her helpless tongue in his own mouth and licking it quickly before stepping back and bringing a long single-tailed dog whip forward with a sharp whistle. "One. One of forty." He walked around her, studying her body.

Jubilee shrieked shrilly in surprise as the whip impacted with her concave belly. She hadn't expected that he would just start, she'd been expecting that she would have some warning…but he wanted to hear her cry in surprise, and pain, that was the whole point of the blindfold, wasn't it? So she hung there, trembling slightly, waiting for the next lash to fall.

It did, with the same suddenness, across her buttocks. She howled, her right leg rising off the floor, coming up under her buttock to try and reach the burning welt. Logan chuckled. "Two. That's a good girl," he said. "Learned that already, did ya? The dancin' helps the pain." He licked her tongue again. "Dance all ya want," he said into her ear.

By five Jubilee was swinging from her hands, her legs drawn up under her to protect her vulnerable buttocks from the burning kiss of the whip. By ten her screams had become loud enough to distract Remy from what he was doing with Rogue, and he came over to watch Logan giving Jubilee her first whipping. By twenty there were darker patches on the silk where her tears were soaking the fabric, and she was whimpering and sobbing helplessly between strikes.

He paused then, and went over to her. He touched the hard little bumps of her nipples, already marked by two strokes over each tiny bud, and ran a finger over the marks. Then he bent a little and licked each nipple gently, caressingly, teasing them with his tongue and fingers as her sobs of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure. Her sex, when he slid a hand between her thighs, was wet with her juices. Logan smiled. His little submissive pet was enjoying this. He'd never felt her get this wet from their regular lovemaking.

He stepped back and resumed her whipping. Twenty-five. Thirty. The pause had allowed the pain from the previous welts to fade a little, and he knew that she would feel the new ones all the more acutely. And she was; her dancing was frantic now. Her toned, muscular legs were moving incessantly now, kicking as she screamed. He stopped at thirty-five, waited for her body to stop its frantic thrashing, then he moved in. Her tongue was raw around its base where the dowels compressed the flesh, but she wasn't bleeding there yet. She had tried to keep her tongue still, tried to suppress the urge to draw it back into her mouth. He was impressed. Ororo, the first time he'd put the tongue gag on her, had tried in vain to pull her tongue out of the hard grip of the dowels and had been bleeding heavily from her mouth after he'd finished her whipping. And he'd only struck her twenty times, and much more easily than he was hitting Jubilee. This was a punishment whipping; Ororo had gotten an initiation whipping. They were different.

"Thirty-five," he said, watching her face as he said that. He'd been keeping count, counting each stroke aloud. Time would come when she'd have to count each one, and thank him for it, but that would come with training. For now, he'd count for her. "Yer doin' so good, my good little girl. But ya have ta be brave now, 'cause I'm goin' ta put the last five on yer cunt." He dropped the whip, pulled another hook-and-chain down from the ceiling, and hooked it on her ankle cuff. He could see her thigh muscles bunching, trying to keep her balance on only one foot with the rest of her body so tightly stretched, and smiled. Such a good little pet. He hooked the other ankle, heard her cry of despair as her feet left the floor, and pulled on the other chains until she was doing the splits in front of him and her glistening pinkish-red cunt gaped wide for him. He had to fight the urge to fuck her right there; she looked so desirable.

He tore his eyes away from the soft pink fleshy folds issuing a blatant invitation to his cock and picked up the whip. He'd have to go carefully here. Not too much force. He couldn't whip her cunt with impunity the way he did Rogue; Jubilee didn't have Rogue's mutant invincibility.

He swung the whip a few times, judging the distance carefully, then swung. The first stroke left a deep pink welt on her right cunt lip; Jubilee screamed in shock and pain, and the wetness on her labia became more pronounced. He struck the left cunt lip, with the same result. Jubilee was screaming now, but he could hear a note of pleasure creeping into her voice now. He snapped the whip a little further back, hitting the thin, sensitive skin of her perineum, the area between her cunt and her asshole. She cried out, and then to his surprise, her hips surged forward, the muscles tensing as she forced herself into a full one-eighty split to offer her cunt for him. "Uhhh…!" she cried.

It was the first coherent sound he'd heard from her. He was about to tell her he was going to add extra strokes to her punishment when the significance of that word hit him. More. Jubilee wanted more.

He'd give her exactly what she wanted. He aimed carefully, this time for the tender, flared pink insides of her cunt, and was rewarded by her jumping in her bonds and screaming as the whip struck the inner walls of her inner lips. The tip of the whip came away from the redness reluctantly, and he saw the wetness on the tip. Jubilee was close to cumming from the pain and pleasure of her whipping.

He stepped in close to her, raised his hands, released the straps that held the tongue gag in place. Her tongue remained outside her mouth until he tossed aside the gag and sucked her tongue into his mouth, nipping on the end. "Ask me for what you want, slave," he growled sensually into her mouth before he released the blindfold and stepped back.

Jubilee blinked as the silk fell from her eyes. Her body ached. She was sore all over. Her hands had gone numb from lack of circulation; when she was down off here, she was going to be in hell from the returning blood. The corners of her lips hurt from stretching around the dowels.

And she didn't care.

Her one overriding concern right now was the throbbing fire in her loins. She had hung and screamed from the whipping, but even as she sobbed with the pain her cunt had been juicing. Every time she slapped her thighs together she had felt more cunt juice slide down her leg. When Logan had told her he was going to whip her cunt she had almost come right then and there from anticipation of the pain. She stretched her thighs apart now, offering her helpless sex flesh up for him to ravage. "I need to be whipped on my pussy," she whimpered, not knowing how a slave went about begging for the whip but knowing she had to try. "Please, Master Logan, please whip my pussy!"

"Please Master Logan will you whip your cunt," Logan growled. "Your body is mine. I own you now. And you know it. So call it what it is; my cunt!"

"Please Master Logan!" Jubilee screamed desperately. "Please, please whip your cunt!"

He obliged. And it was so much easier to be able to see the whip coming up, to brace herself for the impact and thrust her hips out for the whip. It landed with a dull smack right against her clit, and Jubilee screamed in pleasure. "Forty," she heard Logan say, as if from a distance, but she didn't realize the punishment was over, she only knew that the heat in her loins was so close to the surface, just a few more…

"Please Master Logan whip your cunt!"

Logan froze, amazed. And Remy came from the shadows behind Logan, swept the whip from his hand, and laid it right onto Jubilee's clit as Logan watched. "Again!" Jubilee screamed. "Harder, oh, please, harder, I need the pain, oh God, I want it please hit me harder! "

Remy obliged, smashing the whip into Jubilee's clit again, driving the throbbing bundle of sexual nerves deep into her pubic bone with each stroke. Logan watched as the flesh swelled and Jubilee's clit popped out from its hood. Remy grinned and swung the whip one more time.

SNAP! The very tip of the whip exploded against Jubilee's clit with a sound like a gunshot. The already swollen nub split, and blood suddenly appeared on her labia and the tip of the whip, but Jubilee didn't care, she was cumming, so hard and so fast, and she heard herself screaming Logan's name in pleasure and pain as stars exploded across the back of her tightly-closed eyes.

Remy dropped the whip, and he and Logan both ran forward, catching her body in their arms as she shook and spasmed, each movement straining her hip joints until Logan was almost sure she was going to dislocate her hips. The two men held her for a long time, until she finally came down off her sexual high and returned to the agony that was her abused body.

"Oh, God," and her voice was a hoarse, raspy whisper due to the screaming she had done. Her breasts and belly were coated with the drool she'd spilled while her mouth was held open and gagged. "I hurt, I hurt, please, Master Logan, if it's your wish please let me down…"

Remy supported her as Logan released her ankles, and then her wrists, and then they lowered her to the floor. She clung to Logan's shirtfront, sobbing and whimpering with the intensity of her experience, and Logan sat down on the floor with her in his lap and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Shh, Jubes, my good girl, my very good girl, ya were so brave, yes…Oh, God, I love ya more'n ever now, oh, ya held up wonderfully…Ssshhh…you did good for a first time, better than Ororo did…"

Jubilee raised her tear-streaked face to see his. "Really? I did good? I wasn't supposed to speak except to call your name, and I suppose you'll want to punish me for that, but Logan, God, you were hitting my pussy…I mean, you were hitting your cunt and I was on fire, I needed more, oh God…"

"Sshh." Logan stroked her sweat-soaked hair. "No more today. You need time to absorb it all. Let's go watch Rogue and Gumbo for a little bit. He was watching through most of this, so Rogue didn't get any attention at all. She must be feeling left out now. Remy's going to fix that problem. Wanna go see?" Jubilee was about to answer when they heard Rogue scream in absolute, mind-shattering agony, and Jubilee turned in his arms to see what Remy was doing to her to produce that level of pain in her voice. Logan helped her to her feet, and held her to his side as they went to sit on a couple of chairs to watch Remy punish Rogue.

END

Hope you all enjoyed reading this! Please, please review if you did. I welcome all feedback, even the feedback that says I'm a twisted little woman for making up such a story! Look for more. After all, with all those people in the mansion, more of them have to have kinky tastes, right? * wink *

Next up: 'The Apartment Part 2: Remy and Rogue'