Dirty Thoughts

Every word that Bishop said set Storm on fire even more than before, and the storm outside grew more ominous, the sky darkened, the wind blowing, the scent of rain in the air and the lightning beginning to flash. The tall ebony man looked over her curvaceous figure, his eyes landing on the dip between her breasts, the way her chest rose and fell faster and harder. She looked up at him with her wide eyes, looking almost like a deer caught in the headlights. She noticed the way he looked at her as he spoke and she knew that their conversation would soon turn into something else altogether. She was lost in his eyes, lost in the heat they radiated out to her, and wanting desperately to feel his hard muscular body with her delicate hands. "Storm, Storm, are you in there?" Bishops's question brought her back to reality and he laughed low and dangerous, knowing what she was probably thinking. "Yes, I'm listening, go on," Storm said. "I finished, I asked you if you agree," Bishop said with a smirk on his face. "Agree with what," Storm said, feeling suddenly stupid and embarrassed. Bishop laughed louder and deeper this time. "Nevermind, it's not important," he said, his hand coming to rest on her exposed thigh that was so deliciously close to his.

A bolt of lightning struck somewhere close as she felt his large hot hand come to rest on her skin, the thunder rattling the windows, the flash illuminating the sky like daytime. His hand slowly slid its way up her thigh, sliding underneath the material at the top, and then curving over her belly, his fingers hooking in the rim of her panties. Her pussy was absolutely sopping wet now and she almost jumped as she felt his large fingers dip lower into her panties, playing with the rim teasingly. She felt another hand brushing the hair out of her face, hooking it behind her ear as she saw out of the corner of her eye his face lowered to her now exposed neck, her breathing becoming much faster and harder now. His tongue wagged out and he traced the tip of it up from her collarbone to the tip of her ear. Her head fell back and she gave him better access to her, feeling his fingers dipping dangerously close to her aching need, sliding through the neatly trimmed strip of white hair and then using two fingers to rub her bare outer lips, the sensation causing her to moan and buck her hips.

"MmmHmm, I knew you wanted it bad Storm," Bishop whispered against her neck, biting at the flesh there and leaving his teeth marks in her skin. His fingers parted her lips, hearing the sticky wet sound as they opened to reveal her swollen, throbbing little clit, but he didn't touch it, not just yet, it had been too long since they had seen each other and he wanted to make it last this time. A strong gust of wind almost shattered the window pane as he pulled apart her soaked pussy lips, her eyes going white, a strangled cry escaping her lips. His tongue swerved and licked over the front of her neck and then up her chin, his mouth melting into her own, his tongue thrust inside of her mouth, dancing and twisting and turning with her own, fucking her mouth with his tongue as his fingers slid suggestively over her outer lips, coming closer to her clit but never quite touching it. He could feel her moisture soaking past her lips and getting his fingers all wet. He pulled his mouth away and pulled hisd oud out of her panties and licked the droplets of wetness that had coated his fingers. Storm groaned at the sudden emptiness of having his hand gone but he had other ideas.

He slid off of the couch and came to kneel in front of her. With deft hands he took her skirt, if you could even call it that, off from around her waist and slid it down her legs, tossing it aside. Next he undid her shirt with no bra underneath, revealing two very large breasts, the cocoa nipples already jutting out like little peaks. Storm lifted her hips up so that he could more easily slide her panties off of her. With them gone, she sat naked on the couch in front of Bishop, his eyes appreciatively grazing her body. Her hands immediately reached for his shirt, trying to slide it off of him. Hey what's fair is fair. He chuckled at her enthusiasm, sliding the unwanted piece of clothing off, revealing to her his broad, slightly furry chest. Next came his pants, and like many of the guys around there, he went commando, and as they slid down from his waist, they uncovered one of the biggest, thickest, veiniest dicks she had ever seen in her life. It was bigger than Logan, she didn't know about Sabertooth because she had never seen his, and she hoped she never had to, or so she told herself.

Bishop leaned forward, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and swirled his tongue around her nipple, the heat searing her flesh and warming her blood as the rain began to pour and the lightning flashed brightly in the dark sky. He popped the nipple into his mouth as Storm buried her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her. He sucked on it hard, drawing it in between his teeth and grazing the rough edges of them against the tender flesh while his tongue soothed it. His fingers worked on the other nipple, pinching and rolling it, and then flicking it, pulling it outward. Storm knew she must be leaving a huge spo spot on tha couch by now. She yelped as he bit down harder, a throaty moan then escaping her lips as his tongue smoothed ier. er. He then took a good portion of her breast into his mouth and sucked with all his strength, pulling her breast up from her chest and then letting it go with a loud smack, spit dripping from it. He moved to the other nipple then and sucked it into his mouth, nipping sharply at it, biting at it and sng ong on it until he had her literally panting underneath h


He then moved his lips between her breasts, where he placed a wet open kiss, travelling slowly down her abdomen, letting his tongue roll over the soft sweet skin. His tongue dipped into her navel, the nerves running straight between her legs. She had no idea that could feel so damned good. Bishop pulled Storm's body outward a bit, lifting and spreading her legs on the couch before resuming his slow torture of hensesnses. He places more wet kisses lower and lower until he was on her nearly bald mound, save for the strip of white hair. He stopped just above her lips, then giving his attention to her thighs. She growled impatiently, only making him want to tease her more. His tongue trailed down her inner thighs, first one and then the other, coming to the crease between her leg and her pussy, making her heartbeat race as she waited for him to pleasure her. Then he placed light kisses over her outer lips, tasting the juices that had flowed out, then slowly parting them with his fingers, looking at the tiny swollen little nub before his eyes, just waiting for his mouth to engulf it.

Just a lick to her clit sent shivers through her body, her hands clutching the cushions of the couch. Then another lick, this time longer and harder, and she cried out. Then his tongue began to slowly work itself up and down her clit, massaging it, tongueing it, swirling his tongue around it overover it, sending her into bliss. He kept her lips parted with his fingers as his tongue travelled along her inner lips, so wet with her juices that it was driving him crazy. He parted them with his tongue, circling her wet entrance before plunging his thick tongue inside of her as his other hand reached up to work her clit, rubbing it so good as he fucked her with his tongue. Outside it had began to hail lightly. She moaned and arched her back, shoving her pussy further into his face. He increased the rate with which he tongue fucked her, diving in and out of her like a snake, twisting and curling in all the right places, brushing the tip of his tongue against that sweet spot inside of her.

His fingers rubbed the wet little bud fast, up and down and side to side and in circles as his tongue drove into her relentlessly and Storm could feel herself starting to cum. He didn't let up, he only went faster and harder, and as she began to peak he took his fingers away and took her whole pussy in his mouth, his tongue still inside her, and sucked and tongued her as fast and hard as he could. Storm shrieked, sending lightning crackling a little too close in the sky, the thunder violently loud. She ground herself against his face, riding it like she would his cock, letting the orgasm engulf her as he drank in ever last drop of what she gave him. When she had calmed down he pulled away and stood up in front of her, her juices still clinging to his face, his lips shining with it. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at her wet slit, still dripping her own cum, and then gripped her thighs with his hands. She felt the head of his cock rub against her and she wiggled her hips, wanting him to impale her on it, she wanted to feel it coming out of her mouth. "Fuck me baby," Storm said, sounding like the little slut everyone knew she really was.

With a growl of satisfaction, Bishop gladly shoved his massive dick inside of her with one thrust. Storm screamed, the invasion painfully stretching her but it felt so fucking good she didn't care. He wasted no time in starting to move, drawing his hips back and then ramming them back into her, his long thick veiny dick gooshing out her cum around him, coating him in it. He created a fast and ravenous pace, hungry for her pussy and wanting to cum inside of her. The hail outside came down a little more then, the winds whipping everything about like a hurricane. All she could concentrate on was the way his cock felt inside of her, the sound of his hips slapping her ass, the wet sound of his cock moving inside of her hole, and the way his fingers dug into her skin.

Her breasts bounced as he pounded into her, the whole couch squeaking loudly with the stress of their fucking on it. He was like the size of a fucking monster in her, ripping and tearing her open with everything that black god had inside of him, and she never wanted it to stop, she only wanted more. And he was fucking good at what he did too. The mammoth head of his dick hit every nerve inside of her, rubbing her sweet spot and ramming into her like a poker, not caring if it hurt and aiming to go as fast and hard as he possibly could, and that's what she always liked best about fucking him.

Her moans became more and more frequent as her tight little pussy was being stretched open far beyond its means and milking Bishop like a cow, and she wanted his milk more than any other. She reached her hands up and began to pinch and rub her nipples as her breasts bounced heavily against her, the sight only making him want to go harder and deeper, never satisfied with the present. He wanted the whole world to hear her scream as she came. He began to fold her body in on itself, almost folding her in half like a napkin, wanting to fuck her deeper, feel himself hit bottom within her. Storm could feel him hitting her cervix then, in as far as he could be, and pounding her now reddened ass with all his might.

The shucking noise of his dick fucking her cunt only became louder, faster, and wetter sounding as she gushed out her juice more and more now, it dripping down from her pussy and over her puckered little asshole, and leaving a big wet mess on the couch beneath her. Storm shrieked in high pitched little bursts now, coming closer to climax as the weather turned even more friul. ul. Funnel clouds could now be spotted, even though they never touched ground, but came ominously close a few times. The hail became a bit bigger, leaving little dents in some cars and chipping the paint off of them. "C'mon babe, cum for me," Bishop growled out from between his teeth. Storm could feel her world folding in on her as she pinched her nipples harder now, the feelings overtaking her.

Storm screamed lond and loud, the orgasm tearing through her body like Logan's claws, so violent and strong that she almost fainted. With an ecastatic yell, Bishop came too, his cock shuddering its release inside of her, his thick hot cum, filling her up with his hot seed, just like she had wanted. "Oh God woman," was all Bishop could muster out of him before collapsing, still naked, beside her on the couch. "We had better get dressed now Bishop, my scream might have alerted some of the other residents," Storm said, not wanting to be caught naked. They agreed and dressed, cleaning up the wet mess as best they could with the inside of his shirt, just in time for Logan to come into the room. "Everythin' alright," Logan asked Storm, warily eyeing Bishop, smelling the sweat and sex in there strongly. "Yes, thank you Logan," Storm said, flashing a grin over at Bishop, who just sat back and put his arms behind his head. 'Always was a smug bastard when it came ta women,' Logan thought to himself as he left.

Now Logan was angry too. He had a feeling he knew where Rogue was, and he was rarely wrong about his gut intuitions. She was going to get it so good when she came back home. Rogue sat on the bed, thoroughly exhausted but wanting more, oh so much more, as Pyro was going to have his turn with her. And then Sabertooth. She remembered when he had raped her savagely in the woods and she only hoped that it would be as good when it was his turn. And not to mention what Logan would probably do to her once he found out. "Hello Sheila, hope yer ready fer me," Pyro said, grinning smugly at her, knowing how ready she was.

Next chapter: Rogue/Pyro and Bishop/Scott/Kurt