Multiple Personalities

MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES PART TWO

NC-17

DISCLAIMERS APPLY

 

A/N Mucho gracias to the Goddess Foxfeather for beta-ing…I’m
sure she thinks I’m some sort of smut-crazed maniac by now… This is the second chapter to ProPhile’s challenge
wherein Jamie expands on his newfound affinity with the females of the
Institute (hee hee hee).

 

 

 

It had been
a hell of a week for Jamie. The girls
would not leave him alone—not that he minded—but her kept getting looks
from the guys. The kind that said “If I
find you in ta dark alley, only one of us is leaving.” At the moment, in fact, he was hiding behind
one of Storm’s ficus trees, peering out between glossy leaves in an effort to
evade Kurt. Kitty had been quiobviobvious earlier, teasing Jamie openly before her would-be boyfriend, even going
so far as to kiss him on his nose before giggling and disappearing through the
rec room, leaving him alone with Kurt.
“What,” the blue mutant had growled, “do you think you’re doing?”

That had
been enough to start the chase that day.
For several hours, Jamie had been darting about the institute and
grounds like a specter, never staying in one place for long, just ahead of
Scott, Remy, or Kurt shouting after him with another impossible, punishing
task. This is almost not worth it!


“Aw, don’t
think that,” Jean purred behind him, poking him in the back with mock
innocence. “Where would we be then?”

“Shit!” Jamie jumped a little at the contact but
turned to Jean with a smile. “Don’t
scare me like that! I’m hiding from the
guys…I think they want my hide…”

Jean
quirked a brow. “Not until we’re
done with you…” With a smile, she
tugged Jamie from behind the ficus. “C’mon…everyone
else is waiting in Kitty’s room.” ty’sty’s
room, it had been quickly decided, was the one place Kurt would not enter
unannounced and since all the other guys knocked first, her room was therefore
the safest.

Jamie was
nervous but did not show it. For days
now, there had been clandestine meetings between him and the girls, either individually
or in groups. It had not gone further
than heavytingting but he knew that was going to change very soon. The most recent meeting, the evening before,
had ended with his first blowjob, courtesy of Jubilee, and not one multiple
being used. That, he thought
with a wicked smile playing across his features, will most likely have to
change. Jean pushed the door open,
still holding on to Jamie’s hand and said to the room at large, “Got him!”

Jamie
gulped. He knew one moment of fear as
eight sets of eyes roving over his body.
The thought, What on earth do they see in me? flitted across his
mind but he quickly shoved it away as Kitty approached to take him from Jean
and pull him to the bed. “Sit, sit…we
won’t bite.”

“Speak for
yourself,” Jubilee giggled. The bed
jiggled a little as she crawled forward on her knees and leaned her chin on
Jamie’s shoulder from behind. “Last
night was nice, huh?”

“Uh huh,”
he said somewhat thickly. Kitty was
pulling his shoes off with a single minded determination and Jubilee was now
running her tongue along his ear.
Amara, he noted with a flare of surprise, was insinuating himself across
his lap, straddling him to gain access to heck,eck, kissing then sucking on the
pulse point beneath his ear, makinm stm strangle a moan in his throat. Jean snickered (I think that’s Jean…)
and a new set of hands pressed against him, sliding under his shirt as Kitty
began tugging on his pants with a little help from Amara. The dynamic shifted again and Jamie was
tugged backwards, hands on his legs holding him in place as Jubilee and Amara
pulled his shirt over his head and it went flying to join his pants across the
room.

Jubilee
peered down at him and smiled broadly. “Want
it to be nicer?”

“How so?”
he asked, proud of himself for not squeaking.
That pride was gone a moment later when Jean tugged his underwear down
his legs and he made a noise akin to a mouse, purely from surprise, he told
himself, flushing madly. Damn it,
grow up.

Kitty knelt
between his parted legs and said brightly, “Well, you’ve been so good to
us this past week or so, and last night we all got to talking and…well…we want
to retthe the favors.”

Amara
nodded, twisting her hair back from her face in the process. “We all agreed that we want to do this and
you pretty much deserve it…”

Jubilee
crowed, “You gave Amara her first orgasm!”

“Shut up,
Sparky!” Amara growled, a hard elbow digging into Jubilee’s side. “Anyway, it was Jean’s idea.”

“We were
wrong to think you were a little kid all this time, Jamie, “the red head told
him, biting her lower lip during the pause.
“We just didn’t see that you had…many layers.”

“Enough
talking,” Jubilee interjected, “are we going to or not?”

“Going to….?”
Jamie encouraged, hoping and fearing just what they were suggesting.

“Silly Jamie,”
Kitty giggled. “After all this, you can’t
figure it out?” There was a moment of
unspoken communication between the girls and, before Jamie could say anything,
it started. Kitty kissed him,
stretching ty bey beside him and plundering his mouth with her tongue, drawing
soft grunts of pleasure from Jamie’s throat.
Unseen hands traveled up his thigh and cupped his testicles, squeezing
and making him gasp into Kitty’s kiss, arching against the touch. Someone suckled on his earlobe and someone
else, much to his unmitigated delight, closed their lips over the tip of his
arousal, making his body hum with excitement.
His hands found Kitty’s breast and toyed with her hard nipple, squeezing
and rolling it between thumb and forefinger as she wiggled against him
excitedly. Someone, Amara, he figured
quickly from the smooth surface, guided his hand between her thighs and nudged
him towards the wet center. He had only
done this once or twice himself, his multiples having been used overmuch during
their sessions previously, so he was tentative at first, growing in confidence
when Amara sighed long and loud, rocking against his hand.

“No fair,”
Jean said with a pout in her voice. “What about me?”

Jamie
cracked one eye open and saw that it was Jubilee between his thighs, working
her mouth over his length, and indeed he was correct that it was Amara riding
his fingers. Jean was positioned beside
Kitty, shoved aside by the other three girls in their efforts to get close to
Jamie. “Well,” he said, breaking away
from Kitty’s lustful kiss, “I can fix that…”
With great reluctance, he extricated himself from the Kali-like embrace
of the three girls and closed his eyes tightly. “This may hurt a little,” he said more to himself than them. With as much force as he could muster, Jamie
slammed himself back against Kitty’s headboard and shook his head to clear the
twittering birds and bells. “How many?”

“Er…two.” Kitty sounded vaguely amused. “That makes
three of you.”

Jamie
opened his eyes and checked. One of
each of him sat near him on the bed, looking a little befuddled and very
naked. “So…divvy up,” he said,
smiling.

“How can we
tell which is which?” Amara asked.

“Does it
matter?” Jean smiled and took the arm
of the Jamie nearest her.

Three, the original Jamie
thought to himse I’m I’m one, he’s
three, and that one is two…[1] Three was catching on fast, feast on Jean’s
bared breasts, her hands clutching in his hair as he enthusiastically licked
and nipped at her rosy peaks. Jean made
an encouraging noise and settled back against the mattress, her head resting
against Kitty’s leg. Kitty smirked at
One and asked, “So, your mine?”

“No way, Kit…we’re sharing…” Jubilee scooted closer. “That one can have Amara all to himself.”

“No problems here,” Amara said,
fairly flattening Two in her attempt to get closer. The bed degraded into a mass of tangled limbs as three Jamies
became divided between four girls. One
kissed Kitty again, moving lower to kiss her neck and leave a small mark
beneath her ear, making her hiss in pleasured pain when he bit her. Jubilee was impatient, sliding her hand to
wrap her fingers around his throbbing arousal, stroking him in imitation of
what she wanted to be doing rather than having protracted foreplay. Two found himself at Amara’s mercy, her
nails scratching his sides and back as she rubbed against him, her heated
center teasing his erection, brushing against him but not enclosing him as he
so wanted. One gasped and flailed
blindly, grabbing hold of Jean’s shoulder as Jubilee took him deep into her
throat, squeezing him with her hand as she did so, murmuring low and sending
frissons of sensation through his body.
A low moan to his left made him open his eyes and he saw, with a small measure
of surprise, that Three was laving Jean in her most intimate of places while
manipulating Kitty with his fingers, sending the brunette into paroxysms of
lust as he teased her folds with feather-light touches, suckling on Jean’s
seive ive bud of nerves at the same time.
Feeling inordinately pleased with this multiple, One turned his
attention back to Jubilee, still busy between his thighs, her own hand, he
noticed, working away at her own arousal.


“Jubilee,” he murmured harshly, “do
you want to…”

“Hell, yes!” she said, coming up
for air and grinning at him. Amara
paused in her teasing and raised an eyebrow as if to say “really?” Jubilee nodded to her and scrambled up Jamie’s
body to sit astride his waist, her rounded bottom pressing against his erection
and making him painfully aware of his state.
Kitty looked over from one barely-slit eye and seemed to smile at One
before getting lost on a wave of pleasure being produced by Two, who was
sending Jean into fits of stifled screams and moans at his fanatic attention to
her burgeoning climax. Jubilee bit her
lip and raised an eyebrow at One and then, slowly and carefully, slid his
length inside her, her hot sheath of muscles nearly making him cry out in
surprise and pleasure. He finally
understood what Scott meant when he said something felt so good that it
hurt. Jubilee, taking several deep
breaths, reached down and put his hands on her hips, smiling encouragingly as
she began riding him. She moved slowly
at first, her pace quickening and making her breasts jiggling most enticingly
before Jamie. Amara took Jubilee’s cue
and pulled Three down on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and
thrusting upwards in command. He obeyed
quickly, moving on instinct and memory of things he had seen and read, pushing
into her slowly, breaching her painful barrier with minimal swearing from
her. He paused in surprise and fear of
hurting her, but she slapped him once on the backside and ook ook the
hint. Jean suddenly gasped and arched,
pushing Two’s fingers inadvertently deeper into Kitty. Another high-pitched gasp and Jean clutched
at Two’s shoulders, rocking her hips against his mouth and crying out to
whatever god was listening as she came.
Kitty twisted her hips, encouraging Two to continue, as she was close
herself. One decided to help his
multiple and took one hand from Jubilee’s hip, eliciting a mild moue of
displeasure from the Asian girl until she saw what he was doing. As Two continued pumping his fingers in and
out of Kitty’s heat, One rubbed her blossoming arousal, the tiny bud at the
apex of her thighs that made her shake with suppressed cries of pleasure.

Amara was quickly becoming
accustomed to Three’s presence within her and she moved against him, her slick
passage growing even more wet with each thrust. Jubilee’s sounds of pleasure made Amara grow more excited,
digging her nails into Three’s back as he drove against her, his pace nearly
frantic with need as he felt his release building. A disappointed cry signaled the disappearance of Two and Jean’s
sigh of near-relief was coupled with Kitty’s audible pout.

Jean said, around pants for breath,
“Hey Kitty…got an idea…” She murmured something to the girl that no one other
than those two could hear, but it became quickly obvious when she struggled to
her knees and smiled shyly at Jubilee.
The Asian girl nodded, her eyes closing tightly as she felt herself
nearing the peak of her pleasure, and Kitty carefully presented her wet center
to Jamie’s mouth. He blinked once in
surprise but caught on. He had Jubilee
on his member and now Kitty over his mouth.
He was fairly certain he could die happy at any point. Kitty tasted different than he expected but
not unpleasant. One felt Jubilee tighten around him and he gasped against Kitty
as the Asian girl ground down, moisture floodher her passage and running down
his length as she cried out, the sound somewhat muffled by the presence of
Kitty’s thighs against his ears. Kitty
moved against his tongue, maneuvering so that he was touching her just so
and making her spine feel as if it were melting, waves of bliss traveling down
her legs and making her shake. He
tasted her release and decided then and there he would be doing that as often
as possible to whichever girl would let him.
Jubilee still moved against him, drawing out his own release in a
sudden, sharp cry of pleasure, again muffled by Kitty’s presence. He felt his release pour into Jubilee, the
hot liquid seeping around him and out onto their skin as she still pumped on
his length, softening though it was.
Kitty moved off him, gasping for air and found her place next to Jean,
the two curling around each other like so many contented cats, watching the end
of the event play out. Amara took a
turn for the Latin, calling out in her native tongue pleas and commands to
Three, who went on heedless, moaning into her throat and finding her center
with his fingers, sending her tumbling over the precipice moments before he
did. Mid-moan, he vanished and Amara
cursed, hurriedly applying her fingers to the task at hand and arching in
release, shaking to a halt and rolling to press her face against Jubilee’s knee
in relieved exhaustion.

 

An hour or so later, a tangle of
very sweaty, sticky flesh resolved itself to be five innocent-appearing
teenagers. They trooped out of Kitty’s
room all smiles, hair and clothes in order.
The only tell tale sign that anything energetic had occurred was the
faint flush to Jean’s cheeks. They did
not make it far before Kurt bamf’d into existence, demanding, “Katzchen! Where’ve you been? I’ve looked everywhere for you!
And Jamie…where were you?” He
narrowed his eyes at the younger male, advancing with an air of suspicion.

“Relax, Blue,” Jubilee sighed. “We were all together. We were just…working out.”

“Yeah, Kurt,” Kitty snorted. “What’d you think we were doing?”

Kurt watched them walk off with a
vaguely disturbed feeling in his stomach.
Was Kitty’s shirt on inside out? “Katzchen! Wait up!”




[1r sar sanity’s
sake, I’m going to refer to them by number until they pop out of
existence.