Multi-tasking.

“My turn my turn,” Yukio chimed, sitting up. She was still wearing her single piece of underwear somehow, yeah I was keeping track, but the pink panties were quickly removed, thrown onto the floor with a soft squelch. Unexpectedly to Colossus, the Japanese mutant swung her legs over his head and he was faced with her tight butt, which loomed over him for a moment before lowering. Yukio straddled his ears and the X-man was confronted with the amazing sight and smell of her clean shaven, soaked pussy. Then he was tasting her. She sat on his face, his nose buried into her ass, his chin pressing against her clit. It was like his face had been hit with a warm wet sponge.

Colosuss, still fucking Negasonic Teenage Warhead, slowly picked up his pace again. He felt the girl starting to twitch back to life on top of him, her long breaths turning into moans.

“Yuki...ahh… his cock is… amazing,” she told her girlfriend, who was now leaning down and they were face to face. Yukio picked up Ellie’s head and kissed her, moaning into her mouth as the Russian’s tongue slipped past her lips.

“He eats pussy pretty good too,” sighed Yukio, licking the drool off of Ellie’s chin. Negasonic was finally within her senses enough again to take in what was happening. To see her pink-haired girlfriend sitting on their mentor’s face while she bounced on his dick. Colossus had skill and concentration to spare. The discipline and stamina he had was unmatched, and he felt the pride of usefulness being able to service both students so readily. Every so often Yukio would lift off him slightly and he was reminded to breathe. Sweet juice seemed to pour out of her every time and he drank like a thirsty soldier, still hammering away at the clutching tight pussy he could no longer see but still feel the crushing depths of.

Now these erotic elixirs were catching up to him, his mind wandering to a future where these two girls would use him, and he would use them… Images of him ramming them with his rod in every classroom, training room, on the jet, before a mission, after a mission… everywhere all the time. He dreamed a life of sexual depravity brought on by these joyous youths. Save some lives. Fuck til they fell asleep. Wake up and fuck and then go be heroes. He groaned, thoughts interrupted by a vibrating girl squeezing down harder than ever on his diamond hard cock. Though he was wearing Yukio’s thighs as earmuffs he could recognize Negasonic’s obscene moaning as she came, and finally he couldn’t stop himself. He thrust hard and felt the churn in his balls, then searing hot liquid rushed up his cannon.

“Ohh fuck! FUCK!AHHH!” Ellie cried, feeling a wet flush inside her while still in the midst of her third orgasm. His cock was jumping inside her, spraying her walls with jet after hot jet. She held herself down somehow, fighting her convulsions, her skewed legs, wanting to be seeded deeply by her mentor and master.

“Yes! Hahaha! AAaaaiiieeeee!” It was Yukio’s turn to cum. Seeing her lover make the most aehegao face and seeing the exessive white cream spurt out the seam where the man and girl met was too much. The bed shook from their collective spasming, electricity literally crackling around them, metal groaning, air sizzling. When Yukio toppled over Colossus was still emptying himself inside his trainee. Negasonic was a mewling mess until finally he was done with her, that iron cock deflating just a little bit but still stuffed up her profoundly drenched, teenage cunt. There was a collective sigh of satisfaction and bodies going limp.

There was the sound of wood straining, then a snap like a hundred tree branches breaking all at once followed by a heavy, room shaking thud. The bed had collapsed, but neither of the three bodies in it had the energy to care.