Chapter 1 --- Cross Country

Kitty was nervous as hell. This was her first time at the controls of

the real X-Jet, though she’d spent dozens of hours in the

simulator. Unlike Bobby and the other male recruits, who always started

making crazy-ass maneuvers and crashed, Scott had told her that she was

progressing well. She’d only crashed a few times.

Of course now there was more at stake than getting a “game

over” and a bad score. If she fucked up now the game would

really be over. Bits and pieces of her and her teammates would be

scattered over a wide area of the landscape below. Impact at Mach 4

tended to do that.

But she wasn’t alone. Mr. Logan was in the other position. He

didn’t seem to be paying attention, reading a Hustler, but

she knew he was monitoring her every move, and would step in if she did

something really stupid.

She was determined to make sure that he had no reason to do anything

other than just sit there. Kurt had learned how to do this. So could

she.

The two of them were very competitive, being the youngest members of

the real team. Well, Evan was younger, but he had freaked out and

wasn’t on the team any more. He was slogging around in sewers

these days, hanging out with those creepy Morlocks. Kitty knew it was

bad to think about other mutants that way, given that ordinary humans

considered all of them weird and creepy, but she

couldn’t help it.

She jumped when Mr. Logan spoke for the first time since she had taken

the controls. “Mind your panel, Half Pint.”

Damn it, she thought in anguish. I’m already

fucking up!

She hurriedly looked at the tactical display. All of the little blips

represented other aircraft in the vicinity. Sure enough, one of them

had turned yellow and was blinking. She touched the screen there, and a

data readout appeared. It was a Lear Jet, bound for Chicago. They were

far from the regular lanes, so contacts tended to be smaller planes

like this.

On their present course, they would be passing too close to it. Of

course, no one could detect them, but there was still the sonic shock

wave, which was pretty fucking powerful at Mach 4. Even though they

were at a much higher altitude, it would give even an airliner quite a

thump, might break something on a smaller plane.

Kitty had a few minutes to make a decision, so she carefully evaluated

the available avoidance paths. Finally she dialed in a course change,

plus a second time-delayed correction to get them back on course after

going around the Lear. She took a deep breath and hit

“execute”, fully expecting Mr. Logan to yell at her

and cancel it.

But he just continued flipping through the pages. She started breathing

again.

It continued on like this for another half hour or so. Mr. Logan

switched magazines a couple of times, while she weaved the SR-77 around

three more slow movers.

Finally, Mr. Logan spoke again. “I’ll take it from

here, Half Pint. We’re coming up on the coast.

Traffic’s building up. You can have more flight time

later.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. She leaned back, intending to

observe, but he told her to go on back into the cabin.

Disappointed, she obeyed. “Ya did good,” he said,

which made her feel a little better. She looked around the cabin, but

Scott and Jean weren’t where they had been when she took over

the controls. They weren’t in the cabin at all. They had to

be in the back compartment. Where else could they be? Only Kurt could

teleport somewhere else, and the altitude was too high for that anyway.

Kitty sat down, but without anyone to talk to, she quickly got bored.

She thought about asking Mr. Logan if she could borrow one of his

magazines, as she liked looking at nekkid women too, but she always

thought Hustler too crude. She preferred Playboy and Perfect 10. One

time, back in her old life, she had had a discussion with a girlfriend

about how women couldn’t really look that good in real life.

But that was before she met Jean.

Reminded of Jean, she decided to go into the back and find her. Maybe

she and Scott needed help with something. Not that she would be much

help moving things around. But sometimes her phasing power came in

handy in unexpected ways.

She opened the hatch to the rear compartment, and it automatically

closed behind her. The compartment appeared to be empty. Where the hell

were they? There was a big crate in the middle of the compartment,

containing some kind of computer equipment. They had to be on the other

side of it, unless they had crawled into a bin or something.

They were there, all right. Making out. Kitty went rigid with shock.

They weren’t nekkid yet, just doing kissy-face, but it was so

unexpected that her mouth just dropped open. She was frozen for a few

seconds, but then she realized that they might not appreciate an

audience and made a hasty exit on tiptoe. But she only got a few steps

before she was jerked up into the air by an unseen force.

Oh, shit, she thought in panic. I got caught!

Hanging in midair, she was slowly rotated around to face Scott and

Jean. She panicked even more at the look on their faces. They were

really mad! Jean’s eyes were blazing. It was always harder to

read Scott’s expression because you could never see his eyes.

But his clenched jaw told her enough.

Kitty started babbling, trying to explain that it was an accident and

that she didn’t really mean to spy on them.

Jean snorted. “Yeah, right!” She gestured and

Kitty’s arms were forced straight out, until she was

suspended there like Jesus, but without the hardware. “You

remember what happened to the other kitty that got too curious,

don’t you? What do you think we should do with her,

Scott?”

“I think I know,” Scott said. “Just hold

her there for a second.” He brought his hand up to his visor

control and Kitty’s eyes widened in fear. Then he said,

“Naw, too messy. Why don’t we just fuck her brains

out instead?”

At that point Scott and Jean burst out laughing, while Kitty stared at

them openmouthed. “You guys...you guys aren’t

really angry at me?”

“Hell no, Kittycat, we set you up! We asked Logan to send you

away when your training session was over and we’ve been

waiting for you to fall into the trap.”

Kitty managed a weak grin as Jean released her arms from such an

uncomfortable position. “Really? I thought I was a goner. Can

you let me down now?”

“Sure,” Jean said, “but I’m

going to relocate you a little first.” She levitated Kitty

closer, then rolled her over to a horizontal face up position. Finally

she gently laid the smaller girl down between her and Scott.

Jean kissed Kitty, then started chuckling again. “Man, we

really got you. You should have seen the look on your face. I thought

you were going to piss in your pants.”

Kitty giggled, still a little unsteady. “I probably would

have if I hadn’t just gone a few minutes ago. Wow, you guys

are good actors. I really thought you were going ballistic.”

She kissed Jean and put her hand on the taller girl’s cheek.

Kitty was startled when Scott kissed her neck. She laid there for a

second, unsure what to do. “Am I allowed to kiss him

back?”

“Sure,” Jean said. “You can do anything

you want with him as long as I’m with you.”

Kitty rolled her head over to face Scott, and the two of them kissed.

At the same time, she rubbed her hands over the bodies of her lovers.

Jean and Scott responded by fondling her. She alternated kissing each

of them.

Kitty loved the feel of Jean’s tits. She was so envious,

because she didn’t have much of anything up there.

Unfortunately, the thick bra was preventing her from copping a real

feel. She wanted to squeeze the tit and touch the nipples. With one

hand, she pulled the front of Jean’s uniform away from her,

creating an empty space inside. Then she phased her other hand through

the uniform and dephased on the inside. She slipped her now-solid

finger inside the bra and stroked Jean’s bare skin, while the

older girl murmured at her touch. She hooked a finger around the

underwire, then phased both her hand and the bra. With a sudden

movement, she pulled the bra off of Jean’s body, passing it

through the uniform. The strap in back went through Jean as well. Kitty

held up the bra like a trophy, twirling it around her finger, then

tossed it away.

“Wow,” Scott said. “That was quick.

Didn’t even have to unhook it.”

Jean grinned. “I told you she had some cool tricks in

bed.”

Kitty smiled impishly. “Now we can really

feel.” She took Scott’s hand and laid it on one of

Jean’s tits. Then she took the other one. It felt really

great now. The material in the X-Men uniforms was actually pretty thin,

just ultra strong. She could easily feel the nipple. And the warmth.

And she could squeeze now.

Jean made little noises as the two of them massaged her tits.

Kitty turned her attention on Scott. Using the same technique, she

stripped off his shorts and tossed them, again without disturbing the

outside clothing.

“Wow, this is different,” he said.

“Stripping from the inside out.”

Jean and Kitty could easily see the outline of Scott’s dick

and stoked it through the fabric. Kitty went farther by phasing through

and rubbing it directly. Both could feel it getting harder.

Then Kitty removed Jean’s panties the same way. Instead of

tossing them, she sniffed first then handed them to Scott for his

olfactory pleasure.

“Mmmmm,” Jean said. “I’ve never

worn the uniform without panties before. I didn’t know how

good it feels. Too bad we can’t play that underwear grabbing

trick with you.”

“Well, you kinda can,” Kitty said. “I

just have to help.” Since the top of her uniform was more

open than the others, she was able to slide the bra straps out so that

Jean and Scott could grab them. “Pull.” They did

so, and now Kitty was braless too. They were able to do the same thing

with her panties when she brought a strip of the band up through the

uniform.

Jean and Scott performed the sniffing ritual. “A delicate

boquet, but robust.”

So now nobody had any underwear, despite being fully clothed on the

outside.

Jean and Kitty positioned themselves so that they could rub each

other’s pussies with one hand and stroke Scott with the

other. “Ohhhhh, you’re right, Jean. The fabric does

feel really good up against it.”

“Too good,” Jean said. “We better stop

before we soak the uniforms. Why don’t you speed-strip us all

the way?”

“I want to show you one more trick first. Rogue loves this

one.”

Jean was still lying on her side. Kitty got behind her and pushed her

hands into Jean’s back, one above the other, at positions

corresponding to her tits. She went all the way through Jean, just past

her tits, then slowly pulled the front of her uniform back into the

interior of her body. Her bare tits were suddenly visible. To Scott, it

looked as if the uniform had a cutout for the tits.

Kitty giggled. “Well, there they are. Suck them!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Scott obeyed orders and was

all over Jean’s tits, handling and licking and sucking with

relish, while Jean moaned with pleasure. After Scott had his fill,

Kitty pushed the uniform back out again, past Jean’s tits,

then dropped the phase on it and let go, allowing it to snap back.

“That feels so weird,” Jean said. “Having

them all wet and slobbery when they are all covered up.”

“Damn, Kitty,” Scott said. “I have to say

you are really creative about use of your powers. And not just in bed.

You do a great job on the battlefield too. You have what is essentially

a totally defensive power, no offensive capability at all, yet you

manage to make a big difference in a fight.”

Jean nodded her head. “He’s right. Look at the

battle with Juggernaut at the dam. You came really close to defeating

him all by yourself when you encased him in concrete the way you

did.”

“Yeah, the only reason Buckethead was able to break loose is

because his hands were free. If you had managed to trap them too, it

would have been over right then.”

Kitty was embarrassed by the praise. “Oh, you guys. I

didn’t do that by myself. Somebody else got him sliding down

the concrete. I just jumped on and rode him down. And then down a

little farther.” She waved her hands. “Anyway,

enough of the parlor tricks.” She grabbed Jean’s

uniform and pulled it completely off her in one movement, then tossed

it aside. After a long look at Jean’s naked body, she

stripped Scott and then herself. The whole thing took seconds.

Jean smiled. “Uh, boots and gloves?”

“Oh, yeah. Forgot those.” Scott and Jean could of

course take those off themselves, but Kitty could do it faster.

Now that the three were all completely nekkid, they settled down to

some heavy duty groping.

Kitty and Scott fondled and sucked Jean’s tits without mercy,

causing her to thrash her head around, gasping. With her hands she

rubbed Kitty’s pussy and lightly jerked Scott.

Then it was Kitty’s turn. As they changed position, Jean

said, “Wait a sec. It’s pretty uncomfortable here

on this hard floor.” She lifted the three of them into the

air. “Now let’s work on Kitty’s

tits.”

Kitty snorted. “What tits?”

Jean laughed. “Oh, Kitty, don’t start.

These tits.” She squeezed a nipple to complete the

mammary identification.

Scott and Jean licked and sucked Kitty’s tits, while the

smaller girl writhed in the air. “Wow, this is a lot more fun

than the last time I was floating up here.”

“I’ll bet.”

Finally, the girls turned their attention to Scott. After a

reconfirmation from Jean that it was all right, Kitty licked

Scott’s dick a few times. “Wow, it’ll be

strange to suck one that isn’t blue.” Then she took

it in her mouth, while Jean licked the shaft and handled the balls. The

two traded off several times.

Jean drifted down to Kitty’s other end, to eat her pussy

while she continued blowing Scott. At Kitty’s suggestion, she

brought her lower body up to a position near Kitty’s face.

Kitty then alternated between Scott’s dick and

Jean’s pussy, using her hand on whichever she was not

servicing with her mouth.

Jean hung there gasping, savoring the sensations coming from her lower

body. She loved playing with Kitty, who she considered best of all the

X-girls at cunnilingus. Judging by the guttural noises Scott was

making, she had equal skill pleasing a man. Jean tried to concentrate

so she could do Kitty in return.

After a few minutes, Scott said, “Kitty, stop. If you keep

doing that, I’ll shoot and will be out of the game for a

while.”

“I have another idea,” Jean said. “Let me

do one of my parlor tricks.”

Jean positioned the three of them so that they were facing in a

triangle. Then she gestured toward Kitty.

Kitty gasped. Jean was playing the phantom lover gag on her. She could

feel invisible fingers on her pussy, far more delicate than real ones

could be. And a lot more of them. They were more like tendrils than

fingers, brushing and stroking her on, in, and around her pussy, all

the way out to her inner thighs. It was exquisite.

“Oooooohhhhhh. I fucking love it when you do this.”

“And of course you remember the next part.” In

addition to the tendrils, Jean manifested a far larger telekinetic

force shaped like a dick. Then she shoved the phantom dildo into Kitty

and began working it in and out.

“Ooooowah! How could I ever forget that?” Kitty

started panting in time with the thrusts.

“What was it you said last time?”

“I said it was like being fucked by Casper the Friendly

Ghost. And I mean really friendly.”

Scott watched Kitty in fascination. Jean had done a similar thing with

him, but he was never sure whether she was actually jerking him with

telekinetic energy or simply implanting the sensation directly in his

mind, making him think he was being jerked off. But he could

see that Kitty was opened up and her pussy lips were moving with the

thrusts. Something was actually inside her. It was as if she

was being fucked by a ghost.

Kitty just hung there as Casper pounded her, panting in time with the

thrusts. She couldn’t think of anything else, forgetting

where she was and what she had been doing.

After an unknown period of time, the phantom fucking stopped. Kitty

cried out. “No, wait! I haven’t cum yet!”

To her relief, the thrusting started again. Only it was different this

time. The dong appeared to have a body attached to it now.

“Oh, Scott!” She wrapped her arms around him as

tightly as she could.

Kitty felt Jean’s hand on her cheek, turning her head to the

side for a kiss. The two of them dueled tongues. Then she felt

Jean’s body pressing up against her from behind, mashing

those marvelous tits against her back. Jean handled Kitty’s

tits at the same time.

Since Jean was taller, she couldn’t press herself against

Kitty completely, because her pelvis would have extended past the

smaller girl’s and Scott was there.

“Slide up, Jean,” Scott said. “Line up

the goodies and I’ll do both of you.”

Jean moved up higher on Kitty’s back and Scott was able to

reach both pussies. He pulled out of Kitty and shoved it into Jean.

Kitty played with herself while waiting for Scott to get back to her.

It went on like that for a while. Scott kept alternating girls, while

Kitty and Jean stimulated each other as well as they could in a

non-facing position.

“I’m getting close,” Jean said.

“How about you guys?”

“I’m not there yet,” Kitty responded.

“Okay. Scott, finish me off and then you can make Kittycat

cream. Do you think you will last?”

“No guarantees, but I think so. You’re not going to

drop us on the floor when you cum, are you?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I don’t break

concentration that easily. I wouldn’t have you up

here if I didn’t think I could hold you.”

Scott started humping Jean as hard as he could. In her current

position, Kitty couldn’t reach Jean’s pussy to

finger the clit, so stroking the thigh was the best she could do. She

wriggled gently so that her back would stimulate Jean’s

nipples.

As Jean had predicted, she didn’t last long, crying out at

the force of her orgasm. True to her word, she continued holding the

three of them in the air, without the slightest bobble.

As Jean wound down, and her breathing approached normal, Scott

transferred his dick to Kitty and started pounding again. Being taller,

Jean could reach Kitty’s pussy and fingered the clit without

mercy. Kitty moaned and jerked her head back and forth. Scott

didn’t quite last long enough, filling Kitty full of cum.

When he stopped, Jean doubled her efforts and Kitty had her orgasm only

a few seconds later.

Jean kept the three of them aloft until Scott and Kitty recovered, then

she slowly dropped them to the floor. After separating from Kitty, she

was surprised to find cum all over her lower body. “Huh?

Where did this shit come from?”

Kitty was embarrassed. “Oh, that’s my fault.

Anytime a guy cums in me, I phase it though my body to guard against

pregnancy. Normally it goes on the sheet, but you were under me this

time. I’m sorry about the mess.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. It’s just cum,

not battery acid. I was just surprised. I do my own form of pregnancy

prevention. I create a barrier in there, sort of like an invisible

condom. It’s so thin that it doesn’t interfere with

enjoyment. The guy can still feel everything and so can I.”

“We better get back up to the front,” Scott said.

“We should be reaching Honolulu pretty soon.”