No More Kids' Table

Late that night, Pyro was sprawled on his bed reading when he decided to see if there was anything left over from dinner. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was good—it had been, and he was still hungry. Down the hall he went with soft steps, padding along on bare feet.

There hadn’t been any leftovers, but he was able to locate a cold piece of pizza in the back of the fridge. He nibbled it tenatively and, wandering back towards his room, wondered how old it was.

When was the last time we even had—

He stopped in his tracks. Soft noises were echoing from Magneto’s room when they hadn’t before. Confusion and then embarrassment set in, followed by overwhelming curiosity.

"Erik, Erik…Erik…!" The words came breathlessly, a steady stream of quiet gasps that were just barely audible in the hall. Pyro crept closer, noting the slight crack in Magneto’s door, and trying his damndest to look inside. The lights were off, of course, but he could see something…movement, really, vague shapes…as his eyes adjusted to the dark he was thrilled to see Mystique’s long, elegant form bouncing up and down in the moonlight, her head thrown back. Beneath her, Magneto was breathing hard, his hands firmly pressed to his lover’s buttocks, bucking hard and forcing her body upward.

Better than porn, thought Pyro. One hand crept under his pajama pants to grasp his suddenly erect penis.

Suddenly, all action on the bed came to an abrupt halt, and Magneto’s voice rang out in the darkness. "Raven," he said. "We have an audience."

Mystique turned around to see Pyro in the doorway. She seemed to be smiling, and the light from the window glinted off her teeth. With labored breath she responded, "It seems we do."

The young voyeur was absolutely frozen in his tracks until he remembered his hand down his pants and yanked it out. Magneto began laughing. "John, my boy, come in."

"T-that’s okay."

"Come in, John," Magneto repeated, this time sternly. He sat up, gently removing Mystique from his lap. "Come in, come in." He gestured Pyro forward.

"I-uh-I’m sorry about—I shouldn’t have been—well—"

"Spying?" asked Magneto.

Pyro responded with a guilty nod.

"Now that’s quite all right," Magneto said in a soothing voice. He turned to Mystique, and began to stroke her hair. "Isn’t it, my dear?"

She responded by glancing wordlessly at him. It was impossible to know exactly what she was thinking.

Magneto patted the bed and Pyro sat down, wondering what in hell he’d done to get himself into this mess. "I should go to sleep."

"Are you quite sure? Raven and I would enjoy your company, even if you chose not to join in."

Join in? Theye exe expecting him to join in?

Before John had a chance to respond, Magneto leaned over and pressed his lips to his ear. "She’s as tight as she looks, my boy." John shrugged him away, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy of Magneto’s mouth. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought…well…

"Feel this," urged Magneto, taking John’s hand and placing it between Mystique’s legs. He clamped his own hand around that of his young protegee, forcing his fingers into Mystique’s cleft.

John panted nervously. "Hot."

Mystique scowled. "Erik, I don’t care if he joins in or not, but I need you."

Magneto chuckled and advanced upon her, pushing her slowly onto her back. His lips found hers and soon they were kissing passionately, writhing on the bed again as if Pyro were no longer there. He watched in fascination as Erik entered her, eliciting a low growl from his lover, and began to wonder whether he should have rejected their offer after all. Several minutes passed in this way.

Pyro finally decided that he would, in the very least, stay to watch. Mystique was sexy, and he couldn’t really say no to watching her get fucked. Sliding his pajama pants down to his knees, he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it, slowly at first, then harder. He was shocked when Erik’s arm darted forward to place his hand over John’s once more, helping him.

It was creepy, having the old guy do this, but he couldn’t deny that it had its excitement, and it did feel sort of good. Erik was still fucking Mystique, too, moving his hand up and down John’s cock while thrusting into the shapeshifter’s lithe body. It didn’t surprise Pyro that he couldn’t keep up the act for very long—after a minute or two of this, Magneto let go and whispered something into Mystique’s ear. She giggled. He lifted her up and she climbed over him to impale herself on his cock again.

"Don’t look so disappointed, John," crooned Magneto. "We aren’t done with you yet."

Pyro felt his excitement building. He hadn’t lost his chance after all! But he wasn’t entirely sure of what the two were planning until Magneto gently eased Mystique forward, bringing her head down to his chest. As if she knew exactly what she was expected to do, she arched her back slightly, bringing her ass into the air.

"Come now," said Magneto. "Have you ever had it this way?"

John shook his head frantically, and Mystique spoke to him for the first time since he’d come in. "Would you like to?" She was losing patience quickly, and though she didn’t find the inexperienced Pyro very appealing, she needed Magneto desperately.

With the same enthusiasm as before, John nodded. He saw Magneto and Mystique smile at each other. Oh, how he wanted to do this right!!

Straddling Erik’s legs, Pyro tenatively laid his hands on Mystique’s ass. His cocs ass as hard as it had ever been, fortunately, no trouble there, but he wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. Spitting into his palm, he greased his penis liberally. He thought he might try to lube up Mystique’s rectum as well, so despite his shyness, he hestitantly spread a daub of saliva around her anus.

They were still waiting, both of them. There wasn’t much point in jerking around when a young guy like John was attempting to get his first piece of ass—literally—so they lay quietly.

When Mystique began to grit her teeth, Erik craned his neck to see John’s expression. It was one of almost agonizing ecstasy, his mouth gaping open and his eyes rolled back. Though Erik couldn’t tell for sure, John had begun to slowly, slowly ease the head of his cock into Myue’sue’s rectum. It felt incredible, heavenly…he had to take a deep breath to avoid passing out. Mystique began groaning, and heip oip on Erik’s shoulders increased ‘til it was near painful.

Behind them both, John was still pushing slowly into Mystique’s asshole, giving it time to spread around his cock. Magneto hadn’t been kidding when he’d said she was tight—damn, it felt like she had a vice grip on his penis at this point. He wondered what her pussy felt like.

Pyro was about seven inches long, and by the time he finally got five inches in, Erik and Mystique had begun to lose patience. She had begun to grind onto her lover’s penis, rotating her hips slightly.

And it began. Magneto continued thrusting in and out of his Raven’s pussy, lifting her up and down slowly at first, while John got used to pumping in and out of her ass. Between them, she gasped and moaned, her breaths came ragged and harsh. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been in this kind of position before, but it had been a while. She was still having trouble adjusting to the feeling of a cock filling her vagina while another forced its way into her asshole. It hurt initially, but Mystique wasn’t without her masochistic tendencies. With measured effort, she began to push back against John, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.

He looked down, awed at the sight. Thus empowered he began to stroke her back, squeeze the soft blue globes of her ass. He could see the pink of her anus gaping around him. And she could feel his balls swinging gently against her pussy, and while John didn’t know this, Magneto felt them brushing his cock.

They began to go faster. Pyro forgot his inhibitions, forgot that it was the first time he’d done anything like this, and thought only of the friction. Harder and harder he thrust, clutching Mystique’s ass and pulling her in hard so that she screamed in mingled pain and pleasure. Below her, Magneto was thrusting harder, grinding against her clit with his pelvic bone, and relishing the mixture of sensations on his cock—a wet pussy, and John’s swinging balls.

It wasn’t long before John was entirely spent. He was over the edge almost before he knew it, coming hard and coating the walls of Mystique’s rectum with hot semen. When he pulled out, his cock limp, Magneto pulled away as well. He came behind Mystique, pushed her head down onto bed,bed, and jammed his finger hard into her upturned anus. He pumped it in and out a few times, and it came out covered in semen.

He smiled at John before putting his finger into his own mouth and suckling at it. The younger boy wasn’t sure whether to be repulsed or aroused, and he was even more indecisive a second later when Erik buried his face between Mystique’s asscheeks, industriously lapping up the cum that was spilling out of her anus. Mystique seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Erik; she bucked and pushed up against his face and his probing tongue, gasping happily and fingering herself while she did so.
He turned to John briefly. "Did you like fucking Raven’s tight little asshole, John?" He paused to lick his lips. "It tastes like you did."

"Yes," he murmured.

"Perhaps you’d like to try someone else’s." Magneto suggested.

At that moment, John was more certain than ever that he would like to—he’d like it very much, indeed. But that is another story.