Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 15:55:04 +0000
From: Chris Poulton <godofjam81@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: X-Men New Genesis: Prologue

X-MEN: Mutant Genesis

Prologue

By God of Jam and THE OAF


Firstly this is a parody. Most of the characters used in this story are the
copyright of Marvel Comics and its subsidiaries, either way I acknowledge
that these are not my characters and are used in a sneaky and underhand way
by not asking the permission of the owners. We gain no profit from these
stories; in fact we are forced to write them by a shadowy threatening
figure. (So now you know...)
Secondly I would like to thank all the tireless writers who have written so
much, inspiring us to start writing ourselves. These include Dimitri, Trent
Wolf, Shadowhand, and DangerGuy to name just a few, if we are anywhere near
as good as those guys we'll be very pleased and probably give ourselves a
pat on the back.
Finally this story is set in an alternate timeline, that's just to cover my
ass when it comes to people complaining that `...in issue 236 the Professor
said that Magneto attacked 13 people, not the 17 you mentioned.' So don't
bother, I'm not that anal about minute details if they get in the way of the
story. In my defence I plead ignorance of those details and therefore will
make them up as I go. But please write in if you do think a character is
portrayed badly or unrealistically, bearing in mind that this is an adult
story.
Oh, and just for visuals sake I suppose most of these characters look like
they did during the Jim Lee era, costumes, relationships etc.
So without further rambling, here it is- our first story or hopefully the
start of it, we plan to do more depending on feedback, i.e. any feedback.
Feedback: godofjam81@hotmail.co.uk.
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 do not read this story; it is full of
horrible, terrible things that are not for a child's eyes. Go on, off with
you.
Now it's just us Adults I should say that this story is a bit light on
actual sex, but we promise lots of juicy action in following chapters.
Story Code: M/F, M/F/F, F/F, F-solo, First time, Oral, Fantasy, Mild d/s,
Toys.



Consequences



Massachusetts, School for Gifted Youngsters


"Jeez, will you stop worrying already, its not like we're under 24 hour
surveillance!" Jubilee said, exasperation evident in her voice. Sometimes
she thought Everett could be so... cautious.
"Just a sec Jubes," he replied. Having finished checking up and down the
corridor for the umpteenth time he gently closed the door and stood
listening, trying to catch the slightest sound of hurried footstep or an
opening door.
	Apparently satisfied that everything was safe he made his way over to
Jubilee, who waited, her legs dangling, perched up on a desk in the science
room. Her slim and athletic body was clad in a white blouse and black skirt,
not her usual attire but all the kids had been told to dress nicely for
Professor Xavier's first visit to the school. Nevertheless Jubilee was still
wearing her trademark loud yellow jacket and shades that sat, perched atop
her head. Her cute Chinese features showed she was annoyed, her cute pouty
lips pursed in impatience. Everett Thomas a.k.a the mutant known as Synch
stood before her, palms sweaty, heart pounding and with the sudden urge to
urinate.
` Nerves,' he told himself `just trying to screw up the best chance of
seeing some action I've had since comin' to this school. Well that ain't
gonna happen.'

Truth or Dare, that's how it had all started, Monet and Jubilee got into one
of their usual world class bitching contest's last night, coming up with
increasingly embarrassing dares for each other. Everett could still see the
delighted look on Skin's face as the contest escalated, as well as Paige's
look of amazement that these two were taking things to extremes. Eventually
the upshot was that Jubes had lost and had to show one of the boys what she
kept under her t-shirt.
Everett knew that if Monet hadn't been involved Jubilee wouldn't have even
stuck to her `Dare' agreement. But she had, and she'd picked him.
"So, you ready?" Jubilee spoke, interrupting his thoughts.
"Uh, Yeah. O.K." Everett replied nervously. `Hell Yeah!' He thought.

Jubes was not what most people would call a `babe', dressing in colourful,
mostly tomboyish clothes and was well known for acting like a brat when she
had hung around with the X-Men. But Synch could defiantly see her good side;
her slim legs and ample round hips were slim and appealing, showing good
muscle tone and her fondness for shorts also showed off her round, curvy
buttocks. Everett had crushed on Jubilee for a while now and was nervous and
eager to see her up close and personal.

Jubilee shifted forward on the desk, her skirt riding up a bit showing more
of her smooth, athletic thigh.
Her yellow jacket creaked as she parted it, showing her white t-shirt
underneath. Everett couldn't help noticing how the material clung tightly to
the modest but firm mounds.
The seventeen year old chewed her lip nervously, tucking her dark hair
behind her ears as she reached down and hooked her fingers under the bottom
of her tee.
She pulled it up slowly and steadily, showing the sides of smooth youthful
hips, a firm stomach and the hollow of her navel, then the undersides of her
breasts, looking slightly golden next to the whiteness of her shirt.

"Man, you are so hot." groaned Everett, his eyes so glued to the slowly
rising garment he didn't notice Jubilee's own look of lust as it travelled
over Everett's well-muscled body.
"Thanks," she murmured, noticing the growing hardness swelling inside
Everett's jeans as she pushed her shirt over her breasts. The sight took
Everett's breath away and made him uncomfortably aware of the hardness
between his legs. Thankful for the fact that Jubilee had never been a big
believer in bra's he gazed at the firm mounds, Jubilee herself looked down
on them, thrusting her chest out and admiring the fact she had something to
show-off.

`Not exactly the mountains that seem to be attached to Rogue or Psylocke's
chest, but at least I'm not going to be flat as a board for the rest of my
life,' Jubilee thought happily.
Her breasts stood firm and had a perkiness that made up for their (relative)
small size, each orb was topped by a dark, puffy nipples both of which
showed Jubilee's arousal.
Everett gazed at them for a while before adding a lame "Wow..."

Jubilee giggled, glad that the tension was broken and that Everett liked
what he saw. She'd always considered him to be good-looking and well built,
`Not exactly Wolvie but then who is' She sighed, but she did intend to take
things a step or two further than even Everett realised.
"Do you wanna, um... touch `em," she said trying to look sexy and shy at the
same time. It had the desired effect.
Everett didn't wait to be asked twice, he stepped forward between her legs,
and lifted his hands slowly towards her. His fingers trembled slightly as
they brushed her sides, feeling the smoothness of her warm skin, her ribcage
beneath and finally the firm orbs of her breasts.
Jubilee sighed as he cupped them, squeezing them slightly in his large
hands, feeling their plump firmness.

"These are so..." Everett never finished his thought as his thumbs grazed her
stiff nipples, Jubilee gasped loudly, rolling her head to the side and
arching back as she revelled in the sensation of being touched by somebody
else. Her panties were beginning to moisten, a heat flush seemed to rise
from nowhere to cover her entire body, as she realised that this was it, the
end of being treated like a kid, kissing goodbye to her virginity, finally
she was going to get someone to fuck her.
"Ooooh...yeah," she breathed, "use your, um mouth, please!"

Everett leant forward, but instead of kissing her breasts he started higher
up, his mouth pressing against her neck, sucking and nibbling the tender
flesh there.
"Oh...oh that feels good," gasped Jubilee, her arms going around Everett's
strong shoulders, fingers pressing hard as she felt his shifting muscles
ease her back onto the desk.
His mouth travelled down her neck, leaving a slick trail of saliva down her
collarbone to the slopes of her breasts. Cupping her breasts in his hands,
his lips teased Jubilee's nipples, even when she arched her back he still
resisted sucking on them, driving Jubilee insane.
Jubilee writhed on the desktop, her skirt racked up around her waist, her
hands on either side of Everett's head as he decided to give in and stop
teasing her.
"Ooooh, that's it," she cooed as his warm mouth enveloped her right nipple,
his warm tongue flicking the sensitive nub.
Jubilee was panting louder, rubbing her thighs against Everett's side, one
hand cupping the back of his head as the other made its way down his body,
sliding between their waists and cupped him through his trousers.
Now it was Everett's turn to moan, albeit muffled by a mouthful of Jubilee's
titflesh, as Jubilee ran her fingers up and down the lump before squeezing
it. She deftly reached up and unzipped his pants before sliding a hand
inside.
"You're not the only one who gets to play," smiled Jubilee in the most sexy
voice she could conjure up, she hoped she sounded as least half as sexy as
Psylocke did,
`Even when she reads out the friggin shopping list she swore that all the
guys who heard her got, like, instant woodies'.
Everett straightened up to give her better access, lying half next to her
and half on top of her and watched as her hand began to move inside his
pants.
Panting even as she stroked his hardness, which seemed impossibly big in her
small hand, she looked lustily up at him and said, "I want you inside me."



***

Elsewhere


"So, what are you thinkin', Professor? Since I ain't the psychic here, I'll
have te ask," Banshee questioned with a chuckle.
"Well I must say you've done an excellent job, Sean", Professor Charles
Xavier's voice was soft but full of praise. The Professor hadn't said much
during the tour but as he saw more and more of the facility, Emma Frost
could see he was both pleased and, more importantly relieved at the outcome.
Because while Charles was an idealist, hoping to see the good in everyone,
he was also somewhat cautious, especially when it came to dealing with
former enemies.
In this case, leaving Emma Frost as co-headmaster (she preferred the term
headmistress, having a better sound to it...) had been a bold move. Former
White Queen of the Hellfire Club, she had been a large thorn in the X-Men's
side for a while, and apparently, only now being trusted by the Professor.
Emma had a feeling that he was thanking Sean for keeping her in line more
than the simple upkeep of the school.
`Keep me in line, she thought `I've been the one who has been honing these
students into persons who could at least be mistaken for competent X-Men.
While the supposed experienced soldier had been trying to fill their heads
with Xavier's `turn the other cheek' drivel, but will I get any credit?
Bollocks I will!'
"Have you anything to add, Emma? Asked Charles dryly. Had he heard her
thoughts? She sometimes forgot that this was one of the foremost minds on
the planet. She smothered her negative thoughts quickly.
"Not at all, Charles." She smiled, trying to keep the underlying tone of
insincerity in her voice. "I agree that Sean has been very... enthusiastic in
the role, and the children have really taken to him."
`Yes, and what kids would those be, Emma? Let's see there's the brat, the
shy overachiever and her royal bitchiness on the one hand and on the other
we have an idiotic goofball and a gothic loner. She had to admit she could
have picked better candidates out of...well anywhere really'.
"Just a couple more rooms, Charles and then you should be on you're way,
hhhm?" Emma asked, hoping to get this tour over with.
Charles nodded distractedly, his brow frowning at something.
"Problem, Prof?" asked Sean
"No... no, lead on. Lead on, please..."

***





Meanwhile...

"You sure about this?" Everett asked, although since he had gone to the
trouble of taking his shirt and jeans off, whipping out his cock and getting
ready to `do it' with Jubilee, he hoped the answer would be the eager
nodding he'd had so far.
Jubilee was to busy staring at Everett's penis to answer him.
`It isn't the longest I've seen,' she thought ` waitaminute... like I'm some
kinda freakin' expert, it's the only one I've seen. Wow, It sure is... big
enough though.'
She had already bunched up her skirt, and slid her white panties off,
thinking that in the future it might be nice to have a sexier pair of
panties on.
She readied herself; stroking her sensitive breasts and parting her thighs
as Everett stepped forward, taking her silence as consent, and put a hand on
her stomach rubbing the firm muscles there as he slid his thumb down to
caress her mound.
He saw she was already very wet, the juncture of her thighs glistened, open
and inviting. Some wetness had even overflowed down to her butt and onto the
desk. Everett saw how toned her ass was and almost lost control, steadying
himself he pushed a finger of his other hand slowly into her pussy, making
her shallow panting quickly turn to high pitched gasps as she closed her
eyes in anticipation.
"Oooh! God, yeah... It's so big! Go slow... Jeez... this feels weird... oooohh, Ev
fuck me... Please!" Jubilee gasped breathily, trying to sound sexy so Ev would
get over his remaining hesitation and fuck her, getting the pain out of the
way as soon as possible.
"Um, Jubes. I haven't started, this... it's just a... finger inside you," he
said softly.
"Oh! Ooopps! Sorry, this is...(pant)... kinda...(gasp)... new for me." She replied.
Everett decided she was eager enough to go to the next stage so he pulled
his finger out and used his hand to guide his prick into her crotch. They
both gasped at the added sensation, the heat and wetness as Everett grabbed
the tops of Jubilee's thighs and slowly sank into her.
"Ohh Shit," muttered Everett as Jubilee's virgin muscles tightly gripped his
shaft; he felt her cry out and wrap her taunt legs around his waist.
Jubilee was in heaven; the sensation of being filled so completely was
unbelievable. The sharp sting of pain within her made her gasp and cling
more desperately to Everett as he pushed in to the hilt.
He came to rest on his elbows on top of her. Joined at the hips he slowly
began to pull out. Jubilee still felt the pain of her lost virginity but
also a growing tingling heat to go along with it, as Everett continued in
his retreat
"Mmmm...Mmmm... Ohhhh..."she moaned as he withdrew a little. Then as let his arms
take his weight with a grunt he pushed back in, harder this time.
"Ahhhhh! Yes! Ohhh... ohhhh...oh crap...oh," she moaned as Everett drilled into
her again. He began thrusting in and out of her faster than before, sweat
trickled down his face from exertion, Jubilee's pussy seemed unwilling to
let him go, clinging to him and sucking him up as he moved inside her. The
sensations of her pussy were incredible but the sight of her beneath him was
almost too much as she, writhed and thrusted up to meet him. Her eyes were
squeezed shut, her head arched back and her hair mussing itself on the table
top, her skin glowed with sweat and she bit her lip to stop herself from
screaming.
She was sweating onto the desk and sliding about so much that Everett got
down off the desk and began pulling her up and down the desk, on to and off
of his thick cock.
"Oooohhhuh! Oooohhhh! Shit... oh God, do it... Oh Jeez... Aaahhhh!" Jubilee cried
out as Everett's penis seemed to push into her, deeper and faster than
before. She cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples and arching her back,
knowing this feeling couldn't last forever, she could feel a powerful
sensation rising inside her, pushing aside the remaining pain she felt and
filling her lust-clouded brain and making her breasts tingle.
Everett was grunting louder now, letting out gasps of pleasure at both the
physical sensations he was feeling and the gorgeous sight in front of him,
he watched as Jubilee's hand thrust down her belly into the sparse pubic
hair above her pussy and start rubbing her sensitive clit.
Everett felt the contractions of her twitching pussy as he increased the
tempo, delaying his own orgasm to concentrate on satisfying Jubilee. Her
heart hammered in her ears as Jubilee tensed her muscles so only her
shoulder blades and butt were touching the surface. Her breath came out in
short choking gasps as her face scrunched up, the sensations in her pussy
becoming suddenly too much to bear as they overtook her.
"OHHHHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!" She squealed as her pussy spasmed, her inner
muscles
clenching around his thick shaft, she was lost in her orgasm; her world
consisted only of Everett's
pistoning cock as raw pleasure assaulted her nerves.
"UHHH!! YEEAAHH!! I'M CUMMMIINGG!!! She moaned, not caring about anything
but the continuing of this sensation.
Everett cried out as Jubilee clamped down on his penis, the spasm of her
inner muscles was the sensation that finally pushed him over the edge. His
buttocks clenched as he thrust in Jubilee as far as he could and let go,
letting off streams of semen deep into her writhing body as he felt the red
hot pleasure turn into a pleasing, tingling fire that seemed to fill his
veins.
"Nuuuuhhhhnnn.... Huuuunnhh.........oooohh..." she moaned as she came down off her
orgasmic high, she squirmed on the desk as Everett sprawled on top of her,
crushing her slightly with his body.
"Holy...(pant) Shit..." he gasped after a couple of minutes, "That...was...
awesome."
"Oh God!" Jubilee whispered, her body tensing up underneath him. For a
moment Everett wondered if she was having another orgasm, then he heard a
slight cough and the soft hum of a hover chair behind him.
Turning his head he saw both Mister Cassidy and Miss Frost, both with
slightly surprised looks on their faces, Mister Cassidy had his eyebrows
raised in shock. Although Miss Frost looked more amused at the sight than
anything else. But between them, his usually mild face slightly flushed with
what Everett thought might have been fury was Professor Charles Xavier.
"Ah, Crap," Everett muttered.


***


The Xavier Institute For Higher Learning.
Salem Centre, New York.


The Next Day


"Doesn't that sound a bit extreme, Charles." Asked Jean Grey-Summers,
"They are after all just teenagers, I mean, they don't seem to be doing
anything that seems to warrant such harsh action."
Her voice calm and assured Jean leaned forward in her chair keeping her eyes
on the Professor as he turned towards the window. Xavier's office was
blessed with a magnificent view of the Mansion grounds, showing the neatly
manicured lawns that seemed fresh and inviting in the afternoon sun.
"Is it, Jean?" Replied the Professor softly, "I know this world has changed
a lot since I first started here, rescuing, training and caring for mutants,
but this, I think, has brought it home to me how lax we've all become."
Jean sighed slightly, leaning back and tucking a stray lock of fiery red
hair behind her ear, she crossed her legs, swishing the material of her pink
skirt as she did so. She was dressed for the hot weather outside, a white,
short sleeved cotton blouse that outlined the swell of firm, upturned
breasts that were more than ample for her height and slender frame, the
first three buttons were undone allowing a few inches of cleavage to be
cooled by the air conditioning. Jean pursed her lips in thought and looked
to her husband for support.
Scott sat next to her, his clean cut, handsome face tensed in a frown as he
digested the Professor's words, as always his eyes were unreadable, hidden
under a thick pair of ruby quartz sun glasses. He was a good-looking, wiry
man with an athletic build that showed through the blue shirt he wore, the
only allowance he made to the heat was cooling beige khaki pants.
Unfortunately, although decisive, direct and self-assured in combat
situations, Scott seemed to always be uneasy when questioning the Professors
own judgement or decisions.
His answer, when it came, was carefully worded, "Professor, I understand
there's more to this decision than just Everett's and Jubilee's..."
He paused, feeling Wolverine's eyes on him without even turning to look,
"Indiscretions. We have all been put through so much recently with the
Shadow King nearly destroying the world, a new, more powerful Magneto and
his Acolytes. Plus, so many new faces and the, well the loss... of the use of
your legs..." he added reluctantly.
Charles didn't reply right away, seeming to stare off into the distance,
perhaps trying to predict the future outcome of the decision his was about
to make.
"Scott, I think you're over-analysing this a little bit. While what you say
is true, things have been moving quickly, that only re-emphasise my point.
This next generation of mutants is our future; we need to devote more time
to teaching, training and protecting, returning to the core values that
brought this school into being To that end, I intend to develop a more
efficient process by dividing the teams in to two separate academies, boys
only and girls only."
"Sound's t'me like you're punishin' the poor kids, Charles," added a husky
but decidedly feminine voice. Rogue, leaning against the wall, was also
dressed for the heat, but her outfit was far more concerned with
practicality than style. Her outfit attempted to cover as much bare skin as
possible while allowing her relief from the sun. An airy, wrap-around skirt
covered most of her legs, the thin material meant that it clung to their
firm contours. A tasteful white and yellow checked blouse completed the
outfit, sheathing her arms and torso in colour but doing little to disguise
the voluptuous and athletic figure underneath.
"Ah think you've gotta realise that these kids... well... sometimes they wanna
be close t'each other, 'sepically when strong feelings develop between `em,"
she continued. Rogue blushed a little bit self-consciously as she spoke
since they all realised it would be nigh on impossible for Rogue herself to
be close to somebody, or at least physically intimate. Her power meant that
human skin-to-skin contact with another living being caused considerable
harm to that individual and mental trauma for Rogue herself.
"Can't argue wi'human nature," commented Wolverine gruffly from the corner
seat where he slouched, clad in his trademark work trousers and red checked
shirt with rolled up sleeves. His outfit was what he usually wore outside of
`work hours' and had little to do with the heat that was affecting everybody
else. With a dry chuckle he continued, "These kids wanta do dumb things when
they're young. Pretty sure even Cyke here was the same way ` that age.
Everyone goes through these things, `thought you used to call them
`formative experiences' Chuck."
"You and I both know Logan that the new young team has done... markedly less
well than other teams in the past, most of which have gone on to succeed
with their mutant gift. All I wish to do is give these children the same
chance, and as these are different times they call for new measures..." The
professor replied, frowning at Logan
Jean blinked, "So when you said you would be disbanding Generation X, you
were actually..."
"Dissolving it into two complete and separate teams," finished Xavier.
"So who exactly will be responsible for them?" Asked Scott.
" It might be best if the previous principals were kept on, along with a
co-head to aid them, but whom?" asked Jean.
"I'll be reviewing prospective candidates today, and hope to have the new
schools set up in just under a fortnight or so. Best if we try to make the
change as seamless as possible for the students," mused Xavier.
"A fortnight?" Exclaimed Scott, shifting forward in his chair, "Excuse me
Professor, but we just don't have the resources to draw upon, setting up yet
another separate school is going to take longer than that."
"Let me worry about that Scott," the Professor eased his wheelchair over to
the bay window of his office as a white limousine cruised up the driveway,
stopped in front of the mansion and one of the back doors opened.
"You may find we have other resources to draw upon."
Emma Frost elegantly exited the car, impeccably dressed as ever. She wore an
exquisitely tailored white suit and skirt that tastefully showed off the
curve of her hips, waist and buttocks, white pumps accentuated her firm
stocking clad legs. Her jacket slightly open to show a silk blouse beneath
that hugged her large, firm breasts, a light pink summer hat that she held
in one hand completed her outfit.
Sean Cassidy exited the other side, looking uncomfortable in his beige
cotton suit, Xavier rightly suspected that the climate was to blame for his
condition; the ex-military Irishman had never really been comfortable with
America's more temperate climes.
"Well, if we're all finished up here, ah better get along to mah date. It
ain't right for a lady to keep a gentleman waitin,' even if the gentleman in
question happens t'be a low-down Cajun swamp rat. But what's a girl t'do?"
Rogue smiled as she said it, sighing an exaggerated long-suffering sigh
before turning and leaving.
Jean smiled knowing that, despite Rogue's comments; the southern belle was
very excited about her new found romance and Jean hoped that her first
proper date with Gambit would go perfectly. If anybody deserved a little
happiness after all the rough knocks the X-men had endured recently it was
Rogue.
"Well, I think we all should take our cue from Rogue and leave the Professor
to it," Scott said, getting up to leave.
"Please, everybody make yourselves available at short notice, at least for
today. The next few days are going to be demanding on all of us, now is not
the time to be distracted by personal indulgences."
As Wolverine turned to leave as well, lighting up a Cuban as he did so,
Xavier asked "You're usually a lot more vocal with you're opinions Logan,
especially regarding Jubilee. Anything to add?"
"Looks like you've got this shitstorm in a teacup wrapped up tight, Chuck.
I'm just gonna look for my next beer." He replied gruffly.
"Good, I was just thinking that you should keep yourself handy. After all,
your sterling work at mentoring both Miss Pryde and Miss Lee through their
formative years has put you in the running for co-head of the boys school."
The only reply Professor X got was an angry grumbling as Logan left.



***


Meanwhile...

Rogue loved masturbating. In fact, she was almost addicted.
Although it never came up in her formative years with the Brotherhood, Rogue
had developed a very high sex drive, mostly because she had never actually
experienced sex with anyone else. But also because she had filled out a lot,
transforming over the years from shorthaired `butch' into a sassy stacked
powerhouse.
Over the years, mostly at the gentle insistence of her female teammates and
the now void Carol Danvers personality, she had begun to take much more
pride in her appearance, styling her hair and wearing more form-fitting
clothing. Not only had that made her feel much sexier but the reactions from
her male colleagues were, although subtle, still very noticeable to the
attention shy mutant.
Anyone with any sense would realise that the restrictive nature of Rogue's
mutant `gift' would lead to certain needs of hers going unchecked, so it
made perfect sense for her to `check' herself regularly throughout the day.
The only worry she had from masturbating more and more frequently is that
she would one day get caught in an embarrassing situation by one of her
colleagues.
She needn't have worried, most of the X-women of the group had been discrete
enough to let Rogue's habit pass without comment.

Rogue hurriedly closed the door to her room, closing it quietly so as not to
attract any attention and made her way across to her bed. Her hands trembled
a little as pulled on the snaps holding her skirt in place, kicking it to
one side as the garment floated to the floor, she then busied herself with
undoing her blouse, knowing she didn't have much time before Gambit was
expecting her for their picnic date.
She pulled the blouse away, revealing truly spectacular breasts encased but
barely supported by a white lace bra. Rogue had recently developed a taste
for wearing sexy lingerie when going to bed or sometimes under her normal
clothes during `off hours' if the opportunity arose, she found they not only
made her feel sexy, naughty even, but it made her feel more normal, less of
a freak. Even if she was the only one who knew.
Rogue rolled onto the bed, deciding to forgo using one of the large variety
of sex toys she kept hidden under her bed, instead sliding her hands up to
firmly clasp the lacy cups, revelling in the feeling as she stroked and
massaged the soft skin through the material.
While continuing to knead her firm breast with one hand the other ran
between the deep, sensitive valley of her cleavage, caressing the flat,
toned surface of her stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscles
underneath. She let out a slight moan, biting her lip as she spread open her
legs, raising her knees and planting her feet on the mattress.
Her fingers traced circles around her nipples and navel as she felt herself
getting warmer, sending a flush through her body and a fluttering that
started at her clenching buttocks, rising along her back and made her scalp
tingle in anticipation.
Her hands moved down, spreading open and resting on her inner thighs, gently
stroking the smooth, toned flesh. She sighed as her legs parted more, the
thin material of white lace pushing itself snugly against her vaginal lips,
adding to the pressure that was already beginning to build there.
Her tummy muscles twitched in anticipation as she pushed one hand under the
band of her panties, questing fingers running through her short, curly
pubes, already damp from a mixture of sweat and juices.
"Uuuh," she moaned as her fingers found her erect clitoris, brushed over it
and cupped her cuntmound, the palm pressing down hard on the sensitive nub
making her gasp. Pleasure came in leisurely waves now, making her muscles
tremble and her body glisten with a fresh sheen of sweat. Rogue ground her
hand down and at the same time brushed her fingers along the entrance to her
pussy, feeling the growing wetness against her fingertips.
She rolled her head to one side, her legs tensing as she thrust herself off
the bed, the palm of her hand moving in a rapid circular motion to match her
gyrating hips. The other hand switched between her breasts, cupping them
firmly, the jiggling flesh bulging out between her fingers as she squeezed
them, not caring as her ministrations caused the delicate fabric to tear.
Rogue pushed her hand down further as her first orgasm continued to build,
guiding her fingertips between the wet, eager lips of her cunt. The other
hand moved away from her now unrestrained breasts, travelling quickly down
her stomach to catch the band of her panties
With a quick ripping noise, Rogue easily tore the garment lose, leaving her
firm asscheeks and shaved pussy bare, both hands buried themselves between
her thighs, squashing her huge breasts against each other.
She cried out in pleasure as the new hand busied itself, rubbing the area
around her clit, pushing and pulling the sensitive skin, causing new waves
of pleasure to engulf her cunt.
"OH...God, yeah! Unnhhh...Uaannhhh...UUNNHHH!!!" she grunted, her fingers now
pumping into her pussy as her orgasm arrived. She ground her head against
the mattress, one hand clawing at the sheets, easily tearing holes in them
as she lost herself in ecstasy.
But even as her orgasm subsided her pleasure did not, two pumping fingers
quickly became three as she tried to satisfy her burning desire. Her body
trembled as the next orgasm quickly approached, her breasts shook as she
pulled one of them towards her mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh of one
of the nipples.
She moaned happily as she felt another climax approaching, revelling in the
anticipation of the final release, she increased her movements, hips flexing
as she drove her fingers downwards. Groaning, she thrust her head deeper
into the mattress, her breast popping free of her mouth as the waves of
pleasure hit.
"OH...Shit...yeah!! UUUANNNHHH!!!! She cried, not caring who heard her, juices
rapidly escaping from her pussy, coating her fingers in cum and trickling
down her firm ass cheeks as her pelvis continued to gyrate through her
glorious orgasm, her fingers slowed, finally sliding out of her gasping,
sweaty body as she flopped back down onto the mattress, gorgeous chest
rising and falling heavily, her mind dizzy and lazily happy, glad to be so
naked on such a hot day.
After a few minutes she started to move her limbs, smiling at the pleasant
watery feeling that occurred after she had cum, her smile faded to a frown
as she glanced down at her once intact underwear.
She sighed as she attempted to salvage the bra, but in its ruined state it
wouldn't supply any cover, let alone support.
"Dang it," she muttered, shaking her slightly mused auburn hair. "Seems a
gal can have too much fun."
Then with a start she looked at her clock on the bedside table, her eyes
widening as she realising she was already five minutes late for her date
with Remy.
"Oh God..." she groaned tiredly. "Well ain't that jus' great. Keepin' the only
man who's shown any interest in ya sat twiddlin' his thumbs."
Quickly Rogue scampered off the bed and, cursing her own libido, jumped into
the shower.





***



The Office of Professor Charles Xavier

It had been a long morning for Charles Xavier, spending his time busily
looking over documents, his face usually creased in an intense frown,
weighing in his mind whether his decision was the right one or even in fact
if it was practical in the first place.
Prospective applicants for the teaching post at the Girl's school had to
have intelligence, initiative and the strength of will to keep Emma Frost in
check to some degree. More importantly they had to be willing to take the
job, which had narrowed the choice even further, both Jean Grey and
Elizabeth Braddock would have been strong candidates if not for that last
detail.
The final decision had not been made by him, or indeed requested by Miss
Frost but had they themselves walked in and asked for the post, much to the
Professor's surprise.
Sitting across from him was Ororo Munroe, the mutant known to the outside
world as Storm. Charles had contacted her years ago when she was being
worshipped as a goddess in the heart of Africa, seeing in her the power and
potential to become a remarkable young woman, and with a little persuasion
she had gladly accepted his offer, using her powers of weather control for
the good of all mutant kind. Needless to say, she was one of the most valued
members of the X-Men and was currently leading one of the two groups.
Even without her remarkable powers it was fair to say that Ororo certainly
looked the part of a goddess; holding herself with a quiet, regal air, she
was a statuesque and exotically beautiful woman with creamy chocolate brown
skin and wide ice blue eyes. She wore a strikingly colourful red silk blouse
that accentuated her large, heavy breasts and was buttoned to reveal a
tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. A tight black skirt finished her outfit,
hugging the full curve of her hips and her round jutting backside, the skirt
itself was long enough to be tasteful but still revealed her long, coltish
legs that ended in black, high-heeled pumps; giving her calves added
definition.
But the most recognisable feature was her long, wavy platinum blonde hair
that was usually wore wild but had on this occasion been teased into a high
ponytail. Her look was completed by golden hoop earrings and matching
bracelets, giving her an altogether ethnic appearance.
Unfortunately Professor Xavier was in no mood to notice her pleasing
appearance, preoccupied as he was with keeping the delicate peace between
Ororo on the left and Emma Frost on the right. To say they had a history
would be quite an understatement, since Storm had perhaps suffered more at
the hands of the White Queen than most.
But psychic torture and body-swapping aside their clash of personalities was
enough so that Charles could foresee problems in the future if they worked
together. But still, lacking a better alternative...
" Ororo, I have to say I'm puzzled by your request." He stated,
"To put it mildly your past relationships with Emma have been... somewhat
troubled, I'm not sure you would be the best choice to form this kind of
partnership."
Emma remained silent, her lips pursed in a sardonic smile.
It always amused her how the X-men could be so delicate with the truth. The
simple fact that the two women hated each other's guts would probably never
be mentioned.
But Ororo surprised her, "Professor, in the past Emma and I have been bitter
enemies and it would be untruthful and naive to suggest all the bad blood
between us has vanished. But I would say that, having been her enemy I will
be better equipped than most to work constructively with her. I know, to
some extent how Emma plans, thinks and reacts to most situations." She
finished, barely acknowledging Emma's presence.
"If you'll excuse me Charles," Emma responded acidly. "But I thought the
goal here was for the teachers to work with, not against each other"
Ororo turned her head towards Emma; her only sign of emotion was the way her
lush red lips pressed together in annoyance.
"All I was saying was that the better we know each others methods, the more
effectively we can work together. It might very well be easy for such a
skilled telepath such as you to...attune yourself to another's behaviour, but
the rest of us have to get by with just experience." Ororo explained.
"And as you yourself pointed out Charles, this is about the young students
future's not about personal feelings. I am willing to work with you on this
Emma, as I feel I could do much more good teaching than fielding a second
team, others are just as qualified for that."
The Professor thought for a moment, considering Ororo's words, his mind was
tempted to delicately probe her surface thoughts for conformation of her
words, but he decided to trust her. Then finally he spoke.
"I suppose your initiative in this matter does point towards to co-operation
and, although I'm sure we'll all miss you, I'm certain the student's have
gained a wonderful tutor. Unless Emma has any serious objections?" His head
turned to regard the cool blonde.
" Well," she replied icily, " I suppose the only thing better than one
`wonderful tutor' is two `wonderful tutors'. Welcome on board Ororo." She
extended her hand towards the black woman who, with a forced smile took it.
"My apologies, Emma. I was remiss not to point out the sterling work you
have already done with our pupils. As to the issue of prospective pupils,
I'd like to hear the suggestions you have in a moment." The Professor smiled
pleased that at least the job of delegation was making some progress.
"Prospective pupils? What information do you possess Emma?" Ororo asked, her
beautiful face questioning.
"Oh, I like to keep myself as informed as possible. I took the liberty of
holding onto some of my more... off the books contacts after leaving the
Hellfire Club, to keep an eye open for new hopefuls. The ones who showed
potential anyway." She replied airily. "I'm afraid with Miss Guthrie moving
back to Kentucky for a while that leaves us with only two pupils out of a
class size that should number what...six, eight even, if we're to make this
whole exercise worthwhile. Therefore I brought to Charles attention some
candidates for our new school that I've been keeping tabs on."
"Sean will also be presenting candidates for the new boys school," continued
Charles.
"My I be allowed to examine these candidates," asked Ororo politely,
slightly worried about the possibility of Emma forming a new version of her
Hellions right under Charles nose.
"Of course," replied Charles. "I'm sure Emma would value your input."
Ororo took the proffered folder from Emma, it was thick, seemingly stuffed
with medical documents, police reports and photos, some of which seemed to
have been taken at a distance with the aid of a telephoto lens.
Ororo frowned as she quickly flicked through the folder, "I'm not sure I
would agree with your methods, Emma. Your idea of `keeping tabs' seems to me
to be a lot like invasion of privacy."
Emma simply smiled, "Some of these children have tragically slipped through
the system, Ororo, dear. However much you might dislike it, sometimes a name
and address just wouldn't be good enough, and we would almost certainly lose
any chance of finding them if not for the information I present before you.
As it is some of it is a little outdated, we'll have to do some legwork as
it is.
"Usually I would agree with your assessment Ororo, but I have to admit
judging from this information it seems as if Miss Frost has found some
promising candidates for our new school." Replied the Professor.
"Why thank you, Charles." Emma smiled sweetly, and a touch insincerely.
"I was hoping we could all take the time discuss some of the possible
choices now," replied Charles calmly, hoping that the two women could use
this forum to iron out any real differences.
"Of course, Professor," murmured Ororo, already scanning the wealth of
information Emma seemed to have accumulated over the years, on over a dozen
students. Most of who, though not all, resided within the US. "What's this?
Pheromone powers?" she asked reading one of the profiles, though it lacked a
picture.
"Ah, Yes. A bit of a mystery this one, it seems she moves in high society,
using her...talents to live comfortably off the rich," smiled Emma. "I do have
a soft spot for her, she reminds me of... well me."
"Reason enough to be avoided, perhaps?" Commented Ororo, before quickly
adding, "Wait a moment, how can you be sure that it's a `she'?"
"Because the nine young men describe a woman in her late teens with auburn
hair. She is good looking; lives in the New York area, is educated and
wealthy, financially independent and socially connected. She could also
plausibly be unaware of her power, thinking her ability comes from... natural
charisma." Emma finished smoothly.
The professor leaned forward on the desk and steeped his fingers
thoughtfully, making him appear all the wiser for it. "I feel that, given
the circumstances it doesn't seem like this young lady is in any danger,
perhaps we should bear her in mind during future discussions, but until then
we should look for less integrated candidates."
"Absolutely," nodded Ororo. "Leaving your nostalgia to one side, Emma, it
might be better to concentrate on more... deserving children."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ororo." Emma dryly replied, "I thought you might want
students who have initiative and intelligence rather than those who are born
victims."
"Emma," Charles stated. "It has always been this schools desire to help all
of mutantkind, not just the `victims' as you put it. But realistically we
have to prioritise.
Now we're not dismissing this girl out of hand, but we will see which others
are in more need of our help. Agreed?"
"But of course, Charles," Emma waved a hand dismissively, indicating her
compliance. "Please, continue."
"Well, what about this... Jane Choi?" asked Charles.
"Too Late, I'm afraid. She joined the military two months ago. I will have
to get around to updating this file more often" mused Emma.
The Professor frowned, "Have you any suggestions, Emma?" He decided to play
this Emma's way for the time being and let her set the pace.
"Well, yes actually. There have been reports buzzing around London for some
time now of a mutant girl with the unusual ability to control electricity.
Or machines at least."
Emma handed Charles a picture from her folder, showing a grainy image from a
security camera of a young blonde girl. She was standing in the forecourt of
a gas station, flipping her middle finger up towards the camera as she ran
towards a beat up looking car.
"What am I looking at?" Charles frowned.
"Her name is Jennifer Carleton, seventeen years of age. She was seen pulling
into a petrol station off the motorway and tried to steal petrol out of a
pump, she used her power to `defraud' the machine, filling her tank for a
fraction of the price. The attendant didn't realise there was anything wrong
until it was too late. Needless to say she got away, there have been about
half a dozen cases like this but now we have an image to go on."
"She was stealing?" asked Ororo.
"Yes, for the moment she's on her own. Her father died when she was
thirteen, and she's been on the streets ever since, only surfacing when she
gets into trouble."
"Has she hurt anybody?" Charles could see that it was a matter of time
before this young girl got herself or someone else badly injured.
"No, not yet. According to police records she mostly gets picked up on
vagrancy charges and `disturbing the peace', seems she's rather fond of a
drink."
"There are quite a few charges on this record," commented Ororo. "I think
it's more than likely that she's committed more serious crimes that have
perhaps gone unreported. The nature of her powers makes it hard to ascertain
how much she has stolen."
"Well, it's fortunate for us that she didn't have a master thief to teach
her more effective types of crimes," Emma said dryly. "This girl has not
holed herself up in the Savoy, Ororo. She lives on the streets, stealing
enough to get by and remain unnoticed."
Emma turned to address Charles; "From her behaviour it seems like she's
running from something or someone, and given the circumstances I recommend
we should recruit her as soon as possible."
"Well, perhaps. But this fuzzy image isn't much to go on Emma," replied
Charles reasonably. "Your still looking at quite a bit of work to come close
to finding her, especially if what you suspect is true, that she is running
from something."
"Not really, Charles. Since all her crimes and sightings have been in or
around London then it's not terribly difficult to reason that she's using
the city to hide in. Probably in one of the more deprived neighbourhoods and
moving around almost constantly. And it just so happens I have a contact who
is willing to help, since she has... experience in finding young runaways."
"I won't ask..." Ororo said softly. "But tell me, Emma. Why are you so keen
for us to go after this particular girl?"
"Potential." She stated, "Simply imagine a mutant who could effortlessly
control Sentinels, bypass any electronic security system or even liberate a
little cash from the accounts of anti-mutant factions... with a little
experience, of course."
Seeing the disapproving frown on the face of the Professor she pressed on,
"Also think of this, if Magneto or the Brotherhood got hold of her then
Military installations, surveillance satellites, even the stock market
wouldn't be safe for long.
Whereas if we recruited her she could eventually be a potent weapon in our
arsenal, as much as someone like Iceman or Polaris, perhaps."
Emma realised she was exaggerating a little, maybe even a lot. But the point
was she thought having the girl on their side was a sensible, cautious plan
and either way she would make the trip to England regardless.
"Weapon?" responded Storm, anger evident in her voice. "She's a young woman,
Emma. Not some chess piece for us to wheel out every time there's a threat.
She is not a stratagem, tactic or some weapon in our `arsenal'."
Emma responded by putting up a placating hand, although Ororo's outburst had
apparently stung her, "Yes, of course, Ororo. We all know that these are
children not assets. All I was doing was looking beyond that to the future,
you have to admit Charles that that the X-Men have to be capable of
defending themselves and others from harm. All the mutants at this school
have powers that aid them in times of conflict, I just think we should think
along those lines."
"These mutants are people first, regardless of power. We must not forget
that" Replied Ororo, then turning back towards the Professor "but I agree
with Emma, this child seems to be in need of help. If we are able to provide
safety, we must."
"Very well," the Professor replied sensing progress, "I have no objections
here, and we can gladly accept her at the new school, when it opens."
"A second possibility I'd like to discuss is this case; a young girl located
in New York City," Emma directed Charles eye to another file.
" Good God. There seems to be seismic activity..." pondered Charles, looking
at a map of Manhattan and corresponding graphs." Why haven't we noticed this
before?"
"The earthquakes were incredibly localised to within a three, maybe four
block radius, although they never lasted more than twenty seconds.  You can
also see they were also quite powerful, registering 5.5 on the Rictor scale
in one instance, which is quite impressive for a burgeoning mutant."
"Couldn't it be Avalanche?" remarked the Professor.
"I checked on that. It seems he has been incarcerated in the Vault for two
months, courtesy of X-Factor."
"Also," added Ororo, "it seems that most of these earthquakes have happened
at night, which would indicate a stress trigger such as a bad dream which
awakens her power."
"Well, that's common enough." Charles leaned forward to regard the document
on his desk with more intensity, "Any suggestions on how to contact her."
"Cautiously," Emma said. "Stress triggers could make her extremely volatile,
if she thinks she's threatened for whatever reason the effects could be
quite colourful and potentially life threatening. I would also add that one
X-Man should approach whilst backup, if required remains hidden so as not to
alarm her."
"We should start by using the location of the earthquakes to try to
triangulate where she lives," Ororo suggested
"Agreed," nodded Charles. "I'll send Bishop, where he came from it was his
job to track down mutants. He should have a good chance of finding her.
Emma frowned; "I believe Bishop hunted down mutant criminals. Perhaps
someone else should handle the `recruitment pitch', I'm sure Bishop can be
very friendly when he wants to be but his strong suite is intimidation."
" Well, he'll have discreet backup of course Emma. Just in case." Charles
reassured.
Despite Charles confidence something told Emma events in New York would not
go smoothly. Suddenly she hoped her trip to Britain wouldn't take her to
long.
"Well, I think that's enough of that for now. We can all meet again in a few
days when we've had more of a chance to look through this," Charles
continued patting the folder. "Anyway Ororo, I hope you get a chance to
examine the documents on route."
"On route? To wear?" asked Ororo.
He smiled, "I'm sorry, it seems in all my eagerness I forget I hadn't told
you,"
"Happens to the best of us, Charles," mused Emma, glad that Ororo would be
kept busy in her absence.
"It seems that Cerebro has picked up a mutant signal in the Savage Land,
that seems to appear and disappear at will. It is most strange and worthy I
think of further investigation."
"Could it be Sauron? If so then I should assemble a search team?"
"Oh, that shouldn't be necessary, reconnaissance at the most. The signal
seems to be far weaker than Sauron's own, if it is him something is
obviously amiss; in fact it could easily be something else entirely. Perhaps
a new mutate we have yet to identify, in any case I think you and Jean
should be sufficient enough to discover the source. And her mental powers
should allow you to stay in regular contact with the mansion. You can leave
tomorrow morning."
"Very well, Professor," she nodded, rising smoothly and exited his office.
"So when are you going to tell her why you're really separating the school,
Charles." Asked Emma, a knowing smirk briefly playing across her lips.
Charles turned towards the window, conflict evident on his face. Not for the
first time today did he wonder if any of the decisions he had made had been
the right ones.




***


A Little Fantasy is a Dangerous Thing


Elsewhere


"Give it t'me, Cajun," Rogue growled huskily. "Give it t'me right now." She
motioned to the man sitting on the grass across from her with her hand.
"But, chere," the man said, a grin growing on his handsome face, "don' you
wan' it t'be just right."
Rogue felt her hot face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger at
the choice of his words, knowing that her own words could also be taken in
another, more sexual context. Feeling awkward but determined not to be made
a fool of, her knees shifted on the picnic blanket as, leaning forward she
and tried to make another grab for the bowl of gumbo Gambit was holding.
"Damn it Remy, quit it. I ain't kiddin'." Rogue grunted as her gloved hand
missed its intended target again.
"Me neither, petit. The Cajun replied, easily moving the bowl out of her
reach, "But Remy wants dis t'be perfect for you."
And with a flourish he finished and handed the bowl towards Rogue.
It had been his idea, of course. A romantic picnic lunch on a glorious day
like this had sounded exciting to Rogue, both of them bringing a couple of
dishes that they had prepared earlier, so she'd eagerly agreed. Bowls of the
baked bread rolls, fried chicken and potato salad spread over the blanket
testified to how much she'd prepared for her date.
But so far the `date' hadn't gone that well, and it had mostly been Rogue's
own fault.
Firstly she'd arrived late and flustered, having taken a quick shower and
putting on a new, fresh outfit, deciding the skirt and blouse she selected
appeared too wrinkled to be seen in public. She'd instead changed into
cooling denim cut-offs and a red and white checked shirt tied at the middle
to leave her midriff exposed to the cool breeze.
Thinking that the top was enough support she'd also gladly forgone a bra,
which would have been hell in the outside heat. She'd finished the outfit
with a pair of work gloves and boots for the whole `cowgirl' effect. But now
she was worried that changing had been a bad idea, as the cotton material of
the shirt was quickly dampened with sweat and clung to her cleavage, and to
her utter embarrassment, giving a clear outline of her breasts to anyone who
bothered to look.
She had also arrived looking to eat, her earlier `exertions' adding an edge
to her already healthy appetite; she had been looking forward to a good
meal. But Remy had gently teased her saying that his food wasn't ready yet,
even though it smelled delicious. She knew he was mainly fooling around
because she had kept him waiting, but also because he was Gambit and he had
always had a gift for getting under skin.
In other circumstances she might of worried that she was dressed too
casually for a first date but she needn't have worried, Remy Lebeau was clad
in simple jeans and a white t-shirt, looking in her opinion part biker, part
trailer trash but all swamp rat
Though Rogue couldn't recall any of Jerry Spingers guests looking half as
good as the man across from her, with a lean, tanned body that wouldn't look
out of place on Brad Pitt and a ruggedly handsome face that had yet to fade
from many women's memory.
"Dere we go, ready to taste now, Chere." Gambit said, surprising Rogue by
offering her a spoonful of food instead of the bowl. He smiled and gestured
with his hand, "Remy's contribution t'world cuisine."
"Family recipe?" asked Rogue, giving the offering a tentative sniff.
"Non, stole it. Dat's more my style." He replied, a roguish grin never
leaving his face.
"Why ain't ah surprised," she chuckled, taking Remy's hand in her gloved one
as she leant in to eat. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue going to the
underside of the spoon to stop it spilling, her lips closed around it as she
caught Gambit's eye.
The slightly suggestive look in his gaze made her blush fiercely, for a
moment she was certain she knew exactly what he was thinking about.
Rogue pulled away slowly, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she concentrated
on the spicy food. It tasted good as she chewed, the tang of the flavours
not overpowering the warm mix of rice and beans as she swallowed. When Rogue
looked at Gambit again he was still staring at her intently, she blushed
unconsciously and tried to ask him what he thought he was staring at,
unfortunately she forgot she was still in the process of swallowing.
Her eyes watered and her chest burned as, all invulnerability aside, her
lungs tried and failed to breath hot food. She coughed, slamming a hand hard
against her chest as it burned and spasmed in protest. Remy, realising what
was happening sprang over to her and supported her as she slumped forwarding
the vain hope that gravity would help dislodge the obstruction.
If Rogue was in better condition she might of laughed at Remy's valiant
attempts to help, as his hand slapped against back muscles that could lift a
sentinel. Still, with a heave of her impressive chest she managed to finally
spit out the offending food and haul clean air into her raw lungs, gasping
she sat up and back, finding one of Gambit's hands still lingering on her
back, rubbing gently.
Rogue tried to steady herself, wiping her wet eyes and chin knowing she
looked a mess and blushing at yet another stupid blunder.
`Well, he's gonna run fer the hills now, tryin' to escape the horrid,
slobberin' klutz ah've becum,' she thought and glanced over expecting to see
a look of revulsion or worse, pity.
Instead she just saw concern, and a ghost of a smile on his handsome face,
immediately making her feel a little silly for making such a big deal.
He raised an eyebrow quizzically,
"Dat bad, huh?" he asked, with a smirk.
Rogue tried to laugh but only succeeded in setting off another coughing fit,
although this one felt a little better and finished with a throaty chuckle.
"Y' tryin' t'kill me? Hell of a way t'end a first date," she managed to
wheeze huskily, her voice still feeling delicate. She twisted and placed her
hands on his shoulders, careful not to brush too closely, she didn't need to
end their date that way.
"So, you call dis a `date'? Well if dat's so, Remy says its jus' beginnin',"
he said glancing down.
Rogue followed his gaze, her eyes widening as she looked down at her blouse...
`Oh...God!' She thought, seeing that in the midst of her gasping the knot
tying her blouse together must've been loosened, revealing a large expanse
of pale cleavage, from the lightly freckled tops of her breasts down the
immense valley of her cleavage, which was jewelled with sweat. The only
thing keeping her shirt from falling open further was her nipples, not quite
visible, which seemed to catch the edges of the fabric as they jutted out
from her breasts. She gaped at her mounds that now seemed to bulge out of
her shirt, as if trying to escape the confines of the fabric.
After giving Gambit one hell of a view, Rogue's hand quickly grabbed the two
halve and bunched them together, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
`Oh mah lord! How many times am ah gonna humiliate mahself today before ah
get tired of th' feelin'' her mind raced.
"Ah'm sorry... Ah just... th'heat. Ah was tryin'..." she fumbled with the words
before thinking that a dignified exit was the best move and started to rise.
"Wait, Chere. You don't have to explain. The heat...makes you do the crazy,
Non?" Gambit smiled, leaning forward slightly so their faces were almost
touching.
Rogue flinched a little, on instinct more than anything. Her eyes gazed deep
into Remy's own strange, black and red eyes finding his stare a little
mesmerizing, her muscles refused to move and her mouth went dry. She felt a
torrent of emotion; apprehension, longing, a little hope, but mainly fear.
A very strong fear she had had ever since her very first kiss.
She watched as Remy carefully stroked a lock of her auburn hair, his gaze
never wavering from hers,
"Remy knows you took a chance comin' here, petit. Dat you nervous, afraid
mebbie, but you don' need t'be, dat I know. So Remy's gonna show you you're
not th' only one gonna take a chance..."
And with that Gambit leaned a little closer, seeing Rogues eyes widen
slightly, her lips tremble and her slightly shaky intake of breath
In those eyes he saw need, a willingness to give into the emotions he knew
she was feeling, but at the last moment he saw powerful fear wash all those
thoughts away.
With a start Rogue lashed out, more out of panic and fear than anger,
pushing Remy hard in the chest and knocking him through the air. He landed
hard a few meters away, rolling to his knees looking slightly stunned,
though not surprised.
"Rogue...wait," he called weakly, his chest winded by her blow.
"What're ya tryin' ta do, ya dumb swamp rat! Get yerself killed?" She
shouted as she got to her feet, "not t'mention landin me with a boatload
o'guilt!"
For an instant she seemed to try and compose herself, calming down and
looking around to see if anyone had heard her outburst. Then she turned to
Remy again,
" Dontcha understand? You can't be... close t'me, not like that. Not ever.
What you want is a girlfriend and that's the one thing ah cain't be for
you." She shook her head sadly, as if coming to a decision. She closed her
eyes as she realised she was about to cry. "But you'll keep tryin, won't ya?
That's why we can't do this no more, we haveta stop before it's too late..."
Before Gambit could stop her she took to the air swiftly, one hand still
clinging to her shirt, as her flew straight over the mansion and into the
woods beyond. Remy cursed himself, picking up a nearby breadstick he beat
himself across the head with it a couple of times in frustration.
With Remy actions had always meant more to him than words, it was what a
person did that mattered not what they said, especially since Remy himself
wasn't the best at expressing himself.
He had intended to show her that no matter what it cost he wanted to be
close to Rogue, he wanted her to realise that her power wasn't an
insurmountable barrier when it came to him, that she didn't and more
importantly shouldn't be as lonely as she was. Instead he worried that he
had driven her back into herself where she would resign herself to
unhappiness, alone and unloved.
"Strike one for d'famous Lebeau charm." He muttered softly, charging up the
breadstick with the energy that was his trademark mutant power. He threw it
high into the air where it exploded with a crackle of discharging force,
spraying breadcrumbs over a good portion of the lawn. "Sorry petit..."



***




For what seemed like the fifteenth time Jean Grey-Summers checked herself,
running an apprehensive eye over the form reflected in the full-length
mirror of her bedroom. Simply said she looked terrific, dressed as she was
in a simple fluffy pink dressing gown that hugged her slender form drawing
attention to the flair of her shapely hips and perfectly accentuating the
roundness of her well-formed cleavage.
Her flame red hair was lustrous and shiny, bouncing about her shoulders and
framing her lovely face. Discreet eye shadow, blusher and pink lipstick
accentuated her beauty, making her sparkling green eyes seem bigger and her
lips fuller, more ripe.
Tentatively she let her gown fall open revealing the ripe young body
beneath, her critical gaze wondering if Scott would like the outfit she was
going to surprise him with tonight. Her firm breasts stood out proudly on
her chest, concealed only by the flimsy green lace of an almost see-through
bra. The bra's flimsy material pushed her perfect orbs alluringly together;
drawing attention to the mouth watering cleavage and making her breasts seem
a little larger, the darker rings of her nipples were easily visible, poking
through the lacy material.
Toned, shapely and at just the right length Jean had always considered her
legs one of her best assets, and she was pleased at the way the light green
tights she wore clung to them, showing them at their most graceful and sexy.
The stockings themselves stopped midway up her legs ending in a band of
frilly green lace that held them in place, also drawing attention to her
smooth thighs
Her outfit was finished off with a pair of sexy semitransparent green lace
panties that lightly clad her womanhood, her neatly trimmed red bush could
be glimpsed through the delicate patterning, further down the material clung
more snugly at the juncture of her thighs, the cool material was distracting
against her sensitive pussy, making her wonder how much she was comfortable
with showing.
As Jean looked closer at herself she felt her cheeks redden in
embarrassment, she bit her bottom lip as she realised that she could see
every contour of her crotch through the tight lace, the material clung to
her mound, showing the arousal of her delicate pussy lips. She had to admit
that this outfit made her look gorgeous, wanton and lusty even. She smiled
as she wondered what her husband's reaction would be to her new outfit.
`Every man's fantasy,' she smiled, her hands sliding over her smooth stomach
onto her hips. `The picture of poised, feminine beauty, well... feminine, sexy
and maybe a little horny beauty!'
Despite herself she was still nervous, for all her mind reading powers she
didn't know how tonight would go, the anticipation was agonizing, as she had
spent the last hour showering, trying on outfits and make-up trying to make
sure that Scott would soon be `in the mood' when he finished for the day.
She and Scott were very much in love; they had been for many years,
overcoming many troubled times together no one could deny that their love
for each other had only grown. But like a lot of relationships that had been
built on friendship and a rather innocent teenage love, they were both a bit
uncomfortable when it came to sex.
They had been finally married a few months before, and while the ceremony
had been perfect, their first night together as husband and wife had been,
to put it mildly, a complete and utter disaster. That fact alone had been
something that neither of them had really gotten over yet, they couldn't
understand what had gone wrong, and with the regular craziness and life or
death battles they hadn't really had a chance to try sex often enough to get
an answer. But Jean thought maybe she had figured it out.
Scott had confessed that, for a long time, he was deeply in love with Jean
but he had kept his distance for a long time, thinking that his
uncontrollable power made it impossible for them to be together.
Nonetheless, Jean had pursued him, and they had fallen in love, but she
believed that the fact really hadn't sunk in with Scott.
He always treated her perfectly, like a princess. Attentive, concerned,
sensitive, as if afraid that the love they shared could someday disappear
forever if he made the slightest mistake. So Jean had to show him that in
the bedroom at least, she didn't want to be treated like a princess, quite
the opposite in fact.
Unfortunately, Jean was quite shy when it came to the subject of sex. There
were lots of things she wanted to do, things that excited her and made her
quiver with desire every time she allowed herself to think about them. But
was when it came to doing those things she always fantasised about she
froze, her proper suburban upbringing having discouraged her from speaking
about things that were considered improper, especially for a young woman.
Her parents had just never seemed that comfortable with discussing sex.
Also, having spent her formative years with four teenaged boys, battling all
manner of supervillians, the subject had never really come up that often.
It meant that she was too scared to even suggest such things to Scott. What
if he thought she was some kind of freak, or worse a slut? So she always
tended to wait for him to make the first move, the only problem being that
he was just as stumbling and inexperienced about sex as she was. But tonight
she was determined to overcome her fears, if she could find the courage to
face down threats like Magneto, Juggernaut and even Apocalypse himself then
she could damn well find the courage to admit her fantasies to the man she
loved.
The sound of Scott entering their modest room stirred her from her thoughts;
she turned giving him a warm and welcoming smile. It took only one look to
tell her his latest Danger Room session with Logan and Ororo had not gone
well.
"Hi Hon," He said tiredly, "Do you think it's to late to swap places with
Bishop, y'know, head off for New York?"
Despite his obviously sour mood he managed a weak smile for his wife, "I
mean, why can't people complain to the Professor once in a while. And why
the hell do they always come to me all the damn time?" He asked as he sat
heavily down on the edge of their double bed, sighing as he removed his
trademark field visor, quickly replacing it with his nighttime goggles.
They wasn't as comfortable as the ruby quarts glasses he wore when off duty
and didn't come equipped with any of the fancy features of his normal visor
did but at least there was no chance of them coming loose while he slept.
"If I hear one more word from Ororo about the `conniving' Emma Frost or
Logan's assertion that the new segregated schools are going to be filled
with `li'l punks', I swear I'm gonna knock there heads together."
"Now that I'd almost like to see." Jean smirked, setting herself next to her
husband and running one hand over his toned back. She kissed him gently on
the cheek, her hand trying to stroke the tension out of his rock hard
muscles.
"I don't know... every time that the Professor changes things like this, takes
such unexpected action, I always think there's something else going on in
his head." Scott sighed, "I just... I wish he would keep me more informed,
that's all. It makes my head hurt trying to work out what he's up to." He
turned to look at his wife, his frown melting away as he gazed at her.
"You look, umm... great by the way," Scott murmured, sounding a little
sheepish for taking so long to notice what she was wearing. "Probably should
have said that first away, right?"
"It's OK Scott, I know you have a lot on your mind, not that it hurts to
mention it once in a while." she replied teasingly, moving slightly to give
him a better look at what she was wearing. To her delight she saw his head
tilt down, almost feeling his eyes on her body as they took in the sight of
her sexy, semi clad form.
"Look, maybe we could have...an early night for a change, I mean if you want
to?" Jean mentally crossed her fingers, though she really didn't need to. No
man on earth (with the possible exception of NorthStar) could ever turn down
such an offer. "I'm sure we could find...um...some way to help you forget all
about squabbling team mate's, at least for a few hours." Jean tried her best
`naughty' sexy voice hoping it would have the desired effect on her husband.
Scott reached up and softly brushed her beautiful red hair away from her
face before kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Jean, that sounds by far the best idea anyone's had all day..." he sighed,
and returned to the kiss, deeper this time. They stayed that way for a few
minutes, Scott's hands slowly roaming down Jean's back, pulling her closer
against his side. Jean gently stoking Scott's desire, running a hand across
his stomach, inching it down between his thighs before her fingers began to
hesitantly stroking him through his pants.
Jean squirmed gently from his embrace as he groaned softly into their kiss,
emboldened by the growing erection she determinedly searched for the courage
to do what she'd wanted to try ever since their honeymoon.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Scot asked breathlessly, his voice held an edge of
concern.
"Nothing, Scott there's... it's just there's something special I want to do
for you," as she spoke her cheeks flushed till they were almost the same
colour as her hair as she realised she was going to go through with it.
Slowly she slid off the bed and knelt in front of her unsuspecting husband
and unzipping his pants, with a tug she pulled them down to reveal his plain
grey boxer shorts that were now tented by a rapidly swelling erection. Scott
sat in stunned silence for a moment, looking down at his beautiful wife as
see looked nervously at his engorged member, her hands slowly caressing his
bare thighs.
`God, what must he think of me on my knees like this...like a hooker?" Jean
thought struggling to keep her nerves in check.
`No, Scott loves me" She reminded herself angrily `he'd never think of me
like that. Pull it together, Jean.'
"Jean, you don't have to do this. I love you and you don't have to prove
anything to me. Ever." He said quietly his voice soft and reassuring.
"Scott I... I want to. Don't you...want me to?" her soft reply trembling
slightly.
Scott answered by hesitantly pulling his underpants down, lifting his butt
off the bed to get both pants and boxers out of the way. Finally he freed
his erection from its uncomfortable confinement, Jean was both comforted and
amused by the speed in which Scott discarded his clothes. He obviously
wanted this very much.
Jean swallowed nervously as she wrapped one delicate hand round his
substantial girth, hesitantly she massaging his penis, gently pumping the
shaft, making Scott sigh loudly. She shifted on her knees a little, having
never been this close to his member before; sex had always been pretty
unadventurous for them, lots of fumbling under the covers, always with the
lights off, missionary position. That wasn't to say that it had been bad
sex, far from it, with the exception of their wedding night sex had always
been enjoyable. She just longed to do more, to be adventurous, wilder.
`Well, now's my chance,' she thought. `I just hope I don't disappoint, I'm
kind of past the point of no return here.'
Focusing on his penis it certainly looked smaller than it had felt when he
was inside her before, not that it was small, swelling fully to a
respectable eight inches by now. The first time they had been together she
had been sure his cock was at least twice as big as it had turned out to be.
`Maybe all those comments Scott made about me being `tight' were true,' she
thought.
While she was wondering how she was going to fit it all in her mouth she
licked the head experimentally, gaining an appreciative moan from Scott as
he dug his hands into the mattress. The first dribbles of pre cum began to
leak from his cock as Jean continued to stroke it lovingly with her hand.
Jean slowly licked his cock head again getting her first taste of his cum.
It was salty and bitter but not as bad as she'd been led to believe by some.
She looked up at her lover wishing that just once she could look in his
eyes, but she could see by his tensed jaw and ragged breathing that he was
enjoying himself.
` Besides I would probably lose my nerve if I could see his face properly,'
she figured.
Slowly she continued to run her tongue over Scott's manhood growing
accustomed to its taste, her hand still lightly jacking off the base as she
bathed every available inch of his member in saliva. Jean found to her
surprise she was enjoying the feeling she got as she licked and explored
every available inch with her hot mouth, sometimes sucking on the underside
of his shaft with her lips. She especially enjoyed Scott softly moaning her
name and encouragements as he began stroking the back of her head.
Jean's own sex began to moisten noticeable, the green material of her
panties darkened and the lace clung even more to her excited cunt. Gently
she took his cock into her mouth for the first time, trying not to gag too
much as his cock head slide into her welcoming mouth. Scott was leaning back
on hands, breathing hard, trying to hold back and enjoy the sensations of
his first ever blowjob, his pleasure was the final encouragement Jean needed
to try and fit his hard cock into the warm, moist cave of her throat.
She secretly hoped that afterwards he might return the favour; she had
always wondered what it would be like to have someone eat her out, using
lips and tongue to utterly satisfy her, orgasm after orgasm. She half closed
her eyes and steadied herself as more cock slipped past her full lips,
smearing her red lipstick sexily as it did so, She managed a little more
shaft before she found herself starting to gag from the size of Scott's hard
cock as it filled her mouth.
She tried sucking on it experimentally, moving her head backwards and
forwards, finding as she did so she became accustomed to the feel of the
meat in her throat. Her gag reflex was lessening and she found she was able
to accommodate even more, moaning as took more and more of him into her
waiting mouth. She was an incredible sight, hair tousled, eyes fluttering at
the new sensation her lipstick smeared, all making her more desirable, her
mouth stretched open to accommodate Scott's erection, her delicate hands
wrapped around the base of it to keep it on course.
`God, I can't believe I'm doing this,' Jean thought, elation giving way to a
little doubt. "Actually, I hope I'm doing it right? It would be nice if
Scott were very grateful by the end of this... " Tentatively Jean reached out
with her mind, entering Scott's scattered and pleasure filled thoughts.
` I'd should never intrude like this but,' she reasoned `if I know what he's
thinking about I'll know how to better please him. The last thing I want to
do is mess this up".
Jean gently probed her husbands mind, sliding seamlessly and easily into his
thoughts. The first thing that hit as she read his thoughts was the
frighteningly intense sensations that emanated from his dick as she
continued to suck greedily on it. Jean quickly raised her mental shields
slightly and the feeling diminished to a more bearable level, an exciting,
pleasant pulse that wasn't half as intrusive.
  The sensation was indescribable, experiencing the awareness of her own
body but she could also feel every nerve impulse from Scott's, Jean gasped
as she quickly found herself in heaven, feeling and enjoying the sensations
from Scott's penis as it slide in and out of her mouth. Each sensation was
clear, from the way her throat moved as she swallowed, the vibrations on his
shaft as Jean's mouth murmured it's enjoyment and the slight tickling
sensation of her breathing as it caressed his pubic hair. For a long moment
she just allowed herself to revel in the feelings, letting her own
excitement build as her mind became more attuned to Scott's.
`Ooooh... I think we both need to do this more often.  It's so...incredible...'
she moaned softly as the pleasure increased rapidly. `I think... just a little
tweak will make this feel even better...'
With a simple thought she helped strengthen her husbands crumbling self
control as she realised he was about to ejaculate, she told herself it was
mainly for his benefit but also she was secretly enjoying his sensations too
much to let him cum just yet. She realised that her pussy had become so wet
from the second hand sensations that she was experiencing that her skimpy
underwear was now practically glued to her sodden cunt. She was relieved to
see that he didn't seem to have any unpleasant thoughts towards her blowjob,
seeming to be as lost as she was in the new sensations.
Jean began to wonder about her husband's fantasies, knowing it was a gross
invasion of his privacy but she was unable to stop herself, she desperately
wanted to know what he fantasised about for herself. Jean probed Scott's
subconscious finding what she was looking for almost immediately. She
hesitated for a moment but then pushed forward, finding herself bearing
witness to her husband's most private desires.
In Scott's fantasy Jean was again kneeling before him still suckling
wantonly on his engorged prick. But in his private world Jean was dressed
differently; She was wearing a sexy red peek-a-boo bra, which had already
been pulled down to reveal her pale breasts in all their glory. She also
wore matching red French cut panties, which had been pushed aside so Jean
could franticly finger her own dripping cunt while servicing her husband,
finally her outfit was completed by red fishnets with matching lacy
suspenders, which showed off her heavenly legs and butt to maximum effect.
The real Jean gasped in surprise, not because of the scene itself but by the
fact that they were not alone; Scott's fantasy also included a second woman,
Jean's team-mate and fellow telepath the purple haired Elizabeth `Betsy'
Braddock, know to most of the world as the mysterious mutant ninja Psylocke.
Jean was a little angry and intimidated that Scott was including her in his
fantasy, although Psylocke didn't seem to be pleasuring Scott, she was too
focused with Jean.
In Scott's fantasy the lithe, Kimono clad, Asian temptress was knelling
behind Jean, her arms draped round Jeans body, and Betsy's strong hands were
cupping and expertly massaging Jeans delicate globes. Betsy was gently
stimulating both her nipples with her thumbs making the fantasy Jean gasp
and make lewd moaning noises around the hard dick filling her mouth.
"That's it, luv," Psylocke whispering encouragingly to the busy Jean. "Suck
it... Take him deeper, all of it. That's it".
`So Scott like's the idea of a threesome...well at least I got my answer...'
Jean continued watching the fantasy play out, vaguely aware that her real
world hand had slipped slowly down into her own panties, peeling them away
from her hungry cunt. Jean knew she shouldn't, she knew she should leave
Scott's mind now but she was too horny to think straight. Slowly her fingers
parted her sensitive cunt lips and began to stimulate her horny pussy.
Back in Scott's mind the action heated up quickly as Jean relinquished
Scott's dick to Betsy, who had taken it in both hands, temporarily
forgetting about Jean's tender tits. Betsy then proceeded to vigorously wank
Scott's tool, her hands elegantly stimulating the penis, making Scott writhe
in pleasure as Jean waited for her husband to give in to his orgasm.
But before Betsy's expert hand-job made Scott cum she stopped, grabbing the
base of his cock tightly as she halted her ministrations. Scott groaned in
frustration as he was denied his release, he looked down to see Betsy
smiling up at him.
"You still have two women to satisfy here, Scotty." Betsy gently scolded,
"We can't have you cumming already now, can we? Now sit back and take a
while to calm down, until then Jean and I will occupy ourselves."
And with that Betsy scooted back behind Jean and started kissing and
nibbling the side of her neck, the Asian girl's hands slowly exploring
Jean's slender body. Jean arched her back against Betsy, grinding her ass
back against the ninja's pelvis, letting out a long moan of pleasure as
Betsy ran her hands over every inch of Jean's quivering form. She sought out
her pleasure centres with unerring accuracy before finally her hand
travelled down between Jean's thighs, gently tracing the contours of her
pussy through the sodden material of her panties
"Well Jeanie I certainly think we're ready to play, don't you?" Psylocke
asked the squirming redhead in her arms. She pushed one long delicate finger
against the wet lace of her sexy underwear, slowly feeling it slide into her
teammate's slick tunnel taking the gusset of her red panties along with it.
Jean just nodded, biting her lip to keep from desperately crying out. By now
Scot's dick was hard as iron and yearned to be snugly wrapped in warm, wet
pussy.
"Now, Luv," Betsy said huskily "Who gets to go first. You or me?"
Jean pondered the question for a moment before answering.
"Me. He is my husband after all."
"Well, I guess you do have a point. Alright then" Betsy chuckled softly
"Well Scotty, are you ready?"  Scott just nodded in frustration as Jean
eagerly disentangled herself, Betsy helping her up on slightly shaky legs.
She then pulled her panties off, flinging them to one corner of the bedroom
before hurrying over to her eager husband, pushing him forcefully back onto
the bed and straddling him purposefully. Slowly she eased herself down on
her husband's hard cock, impaling herself fully on it, filling her tight
pussy to the brim with his rock hard dick.
For a few moments she sat there, seemingly revelling in the feeling of his
hard cock all the way up inside her, the feeling of power, the feeling of
being in complete control.  Jean turned a little, feeling movement behind
her as Betsy knelt on the bed and slowly began kissing and biting her ear
whilst she gently cupped Jean's right breast in a hand. Jean slowly leaned
back, pulling herself up off Scott's erection as she did so, she could feel
Betsy's large, firm breasts squashing up against her back as well as the
hard nubs of her nipples. She whimpered loudly as her pussy muscles clamped
tightly round Scott's cock as if unwilling to let it escape so soon, when
all but Scott's cock head were out of her Jean took a deep breath and with a
loud squeal thrust back down on the hard member driving it all the way back
into her tight hole, loving the feeling as it once again completely filled
her small fuck tunnel.
"Oooohh, you ride him cowgirl," Betsy whispered encouragingly in Jean's ear.
"You like that hard cock stuffing you, don't you?" Betsy teased sexily but
Jean could only manage a weak grunt of confirmation as she started to pull
herself off of Scott's huge cock and then thrust her hips back down again.
Jean let out an appreciative gasp as Psylocke snaked a hand down and started
to rub her clit whilst Jean got into her rhyme.
Slowly Jean started to move faster and faster as her pussy muscles relaxed
and she rolled her hips to Scott's own pumping, it didn't take her long
before she was riding her husband like a rodeo star. Her breasts were
jiggling madly, her flaming red hair was thrashing wildly about her
shoulders as she bounced up and down on her husbands erection, both hands
resting on his chest to give herself better leverage as she really started
to go at it. Betsy continued to grind her own pussy against Jeans firm butt,
moaning huskily as she did so.
Finally Jean couldn't take anymore-intense pleasure, screaming her orgasm as
she leaned back into Betsy's tender embrace while her pussy spasmed madly
round Scott's cock. She quivered as she came and came and came, finally
flopping onto the bed, her sweaty body exhausted. Amazingly Scott was still
hard, his penis now shiny with Jean's juices, his muscular body was still
knotted with tension needing release.
"Well, it looks like it's my turn at last." smiled Betsy happily; "Jeanie
luv, do think you could be a darling and give me a little hand...like I did
with you?" she inquired coyly of the gasping redhead, who nodded eagerly.
"Only to happy to help a friend in need," she giggled breathlessly. "Now how
about you give me that sweet peach of yours and I'll see what I can do," she
finished, blushing slightly but evidently eager.
The real Jean was shocked by what she was seeing, until recently she had not
even heard the word lesbian and now she was watching a fantasy about her
performing oral sex on Psylocke!
And although she felt disgust at the thought, she was still getting off on
it, making everything all the more confusing, she dimly wondered if Scott's
own desire was bleeding into her own thoughts, creating her arousal. Jean
still continued to probe guiltily though, secretly eager to see what would
happen next.
Psylocke slowly let her kimono fall to the floor, revealing her spectacular
body to all. Underneath she was naked except for a blue satin corset with
frilly black lace trim that contrasted against her honey coloured skin,
built in garters held up pale blue silk stockings that encased her long,
lean, sleek legs
For a moment she stood still with her arms behind her head letting Scott and
Jean enjoy the view, turning around to give them a lingering look at the
firm, muscular globes of her gymnast's ass. . The corset was designed to
draw attention to her breathtaking body, emphasising her flat, well-toned
stomach and the flare of her womanly hips, below she was completely bare,
her shaven pussy glistened with moisture. The binding coarsest didn't cover
her massive boobs at all, but discreet half-cups did manage to push the
undersides of her huge mammaries up and slightly together, making her
gorgeous, high, firm breasts seem even larger and more prominent than normal
(if such a thing is even possible).
Tossing her head to flick a strand of her distinctive, waist length purple
hair from her eyes Betsy straddled Jeans flushed face. Wasting no time she
lowered her smooth hairless pussy onto Jean's waiting lips. Jean murmured
softly into Betsy's already aroused cunt as she nuzzled her slit lovingly
and was rewarded almost at once by the first dribbles of pussy juice.
"Oh yes! Jean... That's it... (Gasp). Oh! Yes, Mmmmm.... Ohhh... keep going... Oooohh...
Oh my god! You give... really... great head luv," Betsy moaned as Jean
diligently continued her work, seemingly determined to get Psylocke as wet
as possible before letting her horny husband loose on her. Psylocke lent
forward resting one hand on the bed for support while she roughly kneaded
her breast with her other.
Gasping and moaning as her pussy quickly became wetter and wetter, her
arousal grew to almost unbearable levels, Jean was now going all out,
rapidly thrusting her tongue in and out of Betsy's wet cunt, her hands
kneading and caressing Betsy's toned ass as she did so. Betsy flung back her
head as she came, sweat flying from her hair as she did so.
"FUCK!! That's...(Gasp) it, Luv, God!! Don't sttooo... Ohhhh God!!! (Gasp) I'm
gonna cum... (Moan) Uuuuggghhh!! Eat me!! Ohh.... Yeah!!" She yelled as she
came, pounding her hand against the mattress, another orgasm coming right
after the first.
"FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! Oh...OH!!! Oooohhh..." She screamed at the top of her
lungs as she came, riding Jean's face for all she was worth.
It took Betsy a minute or so before she reluctantly climbed off of Jean's
cum drenched face, Jean looked like a whole girls hockey team had been
busily taken turns to sitting on her face.
As well as the large amounts of girl cum all over her face and chin, that
she was desperately trying to lick up as much of as she could, she was also
covered in sweat, badly out of breath and by this point her once perfectly
applied vampy red lipstick was smeared all over the place.
"Hey what about me?" Scott asked his patience finally exhausted. He was
desperate by now to find relief from his almost painful erection. Betsy
climbed fully onto the bed on all four's and, once in position, looked
sexily over her shoulder at him
"OK, Scotty dear. You want this, well now's you're chance. You can fuck me
like you've always wanted to, stick your big cock in me, treat me like your
whore...just as long as you fuck me hard..." She said talking as dirty as she
could, her upper class English accent making her words all the more all
arousing. Scott needed no more encouragement and hurried forward to take her
up on her offer, kneeling behind Betsy he clamped his hands on her ass and
started to push his cock into her incredibly tight pussy.
Jean suddenly snapped back to reality, fleeing the fantasy world as fast as
she could as she realised Scott was about to cum. She started to pull away
from him but it was already to late, Scott's grip on her shoulder relaxed as
he shot his load all over her pretty face. She sat there in shocked silence
as Scott's thick cum rolled of her chin and dripped down onto her cleavage,
the drips creating small trails as they travelling down between the pert
mounds of her breasts. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed or
the affect it had just had on her, with mounting disgust and self-loathing
she realised that she made herself cum too, whilst watching the debasing
scene.
She realised that it was the Betsy in his fantasy that had made Scott
release not her, her self-confidence when it came to sex was already shaky
and with this realisation it began to collapse altogether. On some level she
knew it wasn't Scott's fault, the subconscious was by it's very nature
beyond the control of most none telepaths.
"Oh, Jean. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose control like that, I tried to
warn you but you just wouldn't stop. I tried to hold out..." Scott stammered
as Jean stood up. Her thoughts were jumbled and confused, she felt dizzy and
a little humiliated; much as she hated herself right now she was also
becoming furious with Scott.
`How could he fantasise about fucking HER, cumming with HER while he was
married to me'
Some small part of her mind knew part of the reason for her anger was that
she was ashamed with herself for losing control, of getting swept up in his
fantasy and terrified of what that might mean. But she pushed those thoughts
aside; her insecurities were coming to the fore. Suddenly she finally lost
it, lashing out and slapping Scot hard on the cheek.
"YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU!!!!" she yelled, "thinking about HER while WE
make love," The shocked and confused look on Scott's face was quickly
replaced by one of horror.
"Jean... I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to I..." he stammered, "It was just some
stupid fantasy... you must know I'd never cheat on you. Jean I love you! You
know there's never been anyone else."
"WHAT ABOUT MADELYNE! YOU FUCKING MARRIED HER!" she practically screamed
tears of betrayal and confusion running down her face as she angrily yanked
her robe closed.
"Goddam it Jean, that's not fair! We all thought you had died, hell I
thought she was you! That's why I married her! I didn't want to repeat the
mistakes of the past and hesitate!!" Scott yelled back defensively.
"And what the hell were you doing spying on my thoughts anyway? Is this how
it's going to be now? The first dumb fantasy that enters my head and you
explode and have a tantrum!" He was slowly starting to get angry himself, as
shitty and low as he felt right then, Jean had no right rooting around in
his head like that without permission.
"Tantrum!! I thought you loved me, Scott. How the hell would you feel if I
started fantasising about sleeping with you and Logan," She cried.
Scott opened his mouth to reply but realised that she was right, still
crying Jean pulled the door open and ran out in to the corridor past several
people who had opened their doors to see what all the commotion was. Scott
knew he should go after her... but he didn't know what to say to her. He
slumped dejectedly back onto the bed, terrified he might of just lost the
most important women in his life.


***



Later that Day


Massachusetts, School for Gifted Youngsters


Dark clouds rolled across the sky, the shimmering heat of the day had
finally broken with the setting sun, making way for the beginnings of a
powerful April thunderstorm. Emma sipped her chilled wine thoughtfully as
she gazed out of her office window; the strident violins of Chopin that
filled the room seemed to add drama to the scene outside. Emma viewed the
coming weather as an omen, a sign of things to come; upheaval, even violent
change lay ahead. But it wasn't in Emma's nature to fear the future or even
view it with trepidation; instead she welcomed the challenges ahead, forging
ahead with a new school and new pupils.
At least Charles had heeded her advice on this occasion, although the new
location of the school had been a sticking point, but Emma had successfully
argued that the X-Men were a global force and acted as such, jetting off to
all corners of the world to protect humanity. Therefore she found it
slightly odd that almost all the X-Men resided on the East coast of America,
when the X-Jets they used could cross any distance with ease, perhaps a
venue on the West coast; Californian perhaps. *
`Also it wouldn't hurt to put some distance between the X- Mansion and
ourselves, it seems to be such an obvious target for our enemies these days,
better to be on the safe side.'
Emma herself was used to the jet set lifestyle, as part of the Hellfire Club
she'd travelled to their regional `bases' in New York, London, Hong Kong,
Moscow, Rome and Cairo.
With a smile Emma lazed back in her office chair, wondering what the future
held in store,
`Will this work I wonder? Storm and I, working together side by side?'
She mused, `Well if nothing else I suppose she is far easier on the eyes
than Banshee.'
For that matter she's far more beautiful than any of my old school
teachers.' Emma thought wistfully to herself, her student were very lucky
indeed to have two such stunningly attractive women as Ororo and herself
teaching them.
`I wonder if any of my prospective students would appreciate that fact and
maybe be as flexible about some of the `extra-curricular activities' I
partake in from time to time. Probably not, but then again in my younger
days I was hardly equipped to appreciate such things either. Ahhh... If only I
had been more willing to experiment in my youth I could have avoided so many
disappointments, life is so much more interesting when you aren't tied down
with pointless little inhabitations.'
`What it would be like?' Emma wondered absent-mindedly `Being Ororo's
student, hmm...? Being punished by her when I was naughty, being `taken in
hand' so to speak and taught how to please and take pleasure from another
women.'
` Ohh yes... Now that is defiantly an enduring image, one to savour in fact.'
Emma relaxed, putting her wine glass aside settling back in her leather
chair as she picturing herself in some drab little classroom wearing her old
school uniform. Slowly she smiled as an idea started to take form, one of
the many advantages of her considerable mental powers was the ability to
create vivid lifelike illusions in the minds of her adversaries; now she
decided to try turning that ability on herself,
` It's been so long since I've tried this little trick. In the past I could
never afford to leave myself this vulnerable, unfortunately I need to drop
my mental shields for this to work properly. But I hardly needed to worry
about that in the safety of my own school.' she reasoned.
Eagerly Emma focused her formidable powers inward on her own mind,
concentrating on making her interesting new fantasy as real as possible. An
image soon began to form as she had hoped; if she hadn't known she was
projecting the images herself she would have sworn that what she was seeing
was real.
`I really am rather good,' she thought, admiring the mental image of a
teenaged Emma dressed in a neat school uniform, a black blazer with school
logo, plain white blouse with striped green and yellow tie, a pleated red
and black checked skirt with knee socks finished the image. After a moment
she decided to adjust her mental image to take into account the changes her
body had gone through since her school days,
`Most teenaged girls would only be able to dream of having a body like mine,
but one of the great advantages of fantasy is that realism doesn't get in
the way,'
In her mind the white blouse of her uniform seemed to shrink noticeably, no
longer perfectly containing her modest chest, her blouse now struggled to
contain perfect, full breasts that pushed tightly against the starched
material, the buttons stretched almost to breaking point. After a moment she
allowed her redundant bra to disappear altogether, leaving her firm full
breasts crammed inside her tight top, the hard nipples clearly visible
through the thin white cotton.
Her pleated skirts also shrank, retreated further and further up her
shapely, smooth thighs until it was short enough that her smooth,
well-rounded butt could be seen under the pleated hem, barely covered in
too-small virginal white panties. Pleased with the changes she'd made Emma
took a lingering moment to admire herself in all her glory.
Back in the real world Emma's leather chair creaked and groaned as she
shifted her body back, finding a comfortable position before hitching up her
white skirt, revealing her frilly stocking tops and skimpy silk underwear.
She sighed slightly as she ran one hand over the smooth fabric of her
panties, caressing her pussy gently through the skimpy material, completely
oblivious to the persistent knocking at the door to her office.
Back in her mind Emma conjured up a severe and authoritative looking Ororo
Monroe, clad in the black robes and tasselled hat of a classic
schoolmistress. She imagined the beautiful black woman angrily pacing back
and forth as `schoolgirl Emma' sat smugly at her desk, examining her nails.
"I've had all I'm going take from you, Emma," `Schoolmistress Ororo' was
speaking, anger evident in her tone.
"You show up late for class, you're disruptive, you have no respect for
authority and what's more Ms. Summers has even caught you deliberately
avoiding class yesterday. Do you have any intention of even trying to learn
here girl?"
"Sorry Miss. It'll never happen again, Miss. Promise." Emma replied
sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she became tired her tutors pointless
posturing.
`As if! What are they going to do to me anyway, expel me? Hardly, daddy
practical funds this creepy little place.  Without his contributions they'd
have to close this dump altogether.'
"That is it! It's time someone taught you some respect young lady..." Ms.
Monroe grabbed her cane from the desk behind her, "I'll wipe that smirk of
you're face! Over my desk right now!"
"But..." Emma started, suddenly going pale hardly able to believe her eyes
"NOW!" Ms. Monroe thundered as she tapped the cane ominously against her
palm, her intentions obvious to the stunned teenager
Reluctantly Emma got up and walked over to her teacher's desk, taking a deep
breath before complying with her teachers' command. She trembled slightly as
her bravado began to slip ever so slightly. As she bent over slowly her sexy
short skirt rode up high, exposing the pale tight cheeks of her ass still
clad in schoolgirl-sized panties.
Ms. Monroe slowly circled Emma's prone form for a moment, taking her time,
her gaze never leaving Emma's exposed, tight little ass.
`It's OK,' Emma reasoned calmly.` She's bluffing. She has to be. She
wouldn't da... aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh!!!'
Suddenly Emma felt the sharp kiss of her schoolmistresses cane as it smacked
down hard across her defenceless butt, the stinging pain caused her to yelp
and squirm as it left a bright red mark across her otherwise pale, flawless
cheeks.
`God... Jesus she's really gonna do it, the fucking bitch is going to cane
me...'
In her office Emma squirmed as well, her fantasy so strong she could almost
feel the sting of the cane on her own buttocks. During her time at the
Hellfire Club she had learnt to enjoy pain, in moderation of course and she
also knew that in small amounts it could greatly heighten the experience.
Normally Emma preferred to be on the giving end, but from time to time she
had found a little bit of role reversal incredibly arousing; power games
always were. Quickly Emma pulled at her panties, letting them slide down her
long legs where they caught around the straps of her stiletto heels.  Her
busy fingers then eagerly began to stroke the tender folds of her sensitive
pussy lips, trembling slightly as her thumb gently rubbed against the hard
nub of her clit.
In her fantasy Ms. Monroe was obviously taking great pleasure in punishing
her rebellious student, biting her bottom lip as she smacked the cane down
again and again, aiming each stroke so it would smack a new area of nubile
flesh. Emma clung tightly onto the edge of the desk; her eyes watering,
small cries and whimpers of pain began to escape her perfect lips with each
stroke of the cane. Her mind tried to deny the shocking, unexpected feelings
she was experiencing, her buttocks burned sharply and Emma was sure they
were horribly bruised, even scarred.
Finally her teacher backed off to admire her handy work, she smiled, her
eyes shined with a mix of triumph and lust, clearly satisfied that her young
ward had learnt her lesson. Emma's cute little ass was crisscrossed with
painful red marks, but despite her discomfort her mind was sending confusing
signals to her cunt which was slowly starting to betray her.
The hot, unfamiliar, tingling sensations from her bottom spread downwards,
warming her virgin pussy, which began to secrete sweet honey. The gusset of
her white panties turned slightly darker as the first few signs of cum
became visible, spilling forth from her tight unsullied hole, tiny rivulets
continued down rolling between her pale trembling thighs. Emma clenched her
teeth as the hot sensations began to affect her more strongly, the trembling
in her legs spreading quickly to the rest of her body.
`Oh Christ what the hell's happening! How can I be so turned on? God, if Ms.
Monroe realises she'll punish me again.'
"Did you enjoy that you wicked little girl?" Her teacher asked, her voice
steady and unreadable as she seemed to easily read Emma's fears.
"No... (Sniff). Ms. Monroe, I'm sorryI'llneverdoitagain. Please..." She answered
quickly through gritted teeth, babbling as she tried to blink back her
tears, her face flushing as she attempted to hide her guilty arousal at the
harsh punishment she had received.
"Well then... How do you explain this?" Ms. Monroe asked calmly, running her
cane between Emma's shaky legs to prod the damp patch on her panties.
"I don't ... (Gasp) wha...? What are you doing?" Emma stammered as her eyes
widened, she felt Ms. Monroe move closer, her hand drifting between Emma's
thighs to stroke her through the moist material, gently testing the damp
panties for herself.
"You did enjoy it didn't you," Ms. Monroe whispered as she leaned closer to
her student.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself Emma? Goodness, you're so wet. You're a
little slut aren't you Emma... AREN'T YOU? "
"Please I'm sorry. I'm a sl... slut... Please don't punish me again, Miss." Emma
was practically begging her tutor for mercy.
"Quiet, Emma." Her teacher ordered as she slowly pulling down Emma's panties
to reveal the dampness of her cunt, the beautiful lips glistened with
moisture.
"I'm not going to punish you again Emma, in fact we have special lessons
here for young women like yourself."
Emma stiffened in confusion, gasping in surprise as Miss Munroe delicately
inserted one long finger into her dripping honey pot and scooped out some of
her sweet pussy cream.
"Mmm... You taste good enough to eat! Would you like that Emma, would you like
me to eat you're tight little pussy?" Her tutor asked, her voice still calm
and unreadable even as she sucked Emma's cum off her finger.
"Wha... (Gulp), what do you mean?" She asked nervously, not sure what was
going to happen next, but knowing she was powerless to stop it.
Ms. Monroe's only answer was to kneel down behind the shocked pupil and
begin to nuzzle her tasty pussy, licking it hungrily. Emma squealed in
surprise, her eyes wide as she looked franticly over her shoulder to see
what her teacher was doing to her. Her squeal quickly turned to a gasp as
she felt her tutor gently part the folds of her labia, slowly running her
tongue between the small flaps of sensitive flesh. She gripped the edge of
the desk even tighter than before, biting her bottom lip to stifle her cries
of confused pleasure as her teacher continued her oral ministrations. The
unfamiliar sensations throbbing from her pussy were driving her crazy, she
almost screamed as she felt Ms. Monroe's tongue slide deeper into her
already over stimulated little cunie.
Back in the real world Emma almost tore open her blouse and pulled down her
bra so she could massage one of her large, firm breasts as she fingered her
pussy.  Completely lost in her fantasy She flicked her panties off from
around her ankles, sending them sailing across the room as she freed her
long elegant legs, resting them wide up on her desk. Eagerly she wriggled
further down in her chair and spreading her legs as much as possible,
enabling her to access her sopping cunt. So lost in the moment that she
missed the increasingly impatient knocking on her office door.
Ms. Monroe grabbed her trembling student butt pushing her back down onto the
table as she gently nibbling and sucking on her sensitive little nub.
"Ohh... Ms. Monroe...(Whimper) Gooood... Uhhh!!! God...feels so... Ahhhh!!! Please...
(Moan) more, Ohhh godddddd... mmmmmore."
Emma was barely coherent by now, her juices dripping freely over the edge of
the desk and onto the carpet as she writhed helpless under her teacher's
intimate assault. Suddenly Miss Munroe changed tact, moving her attention to
Emma's sore ass, kissing and biting the raw, sensitive skin that had felt
the canes violent caress moments before. Simultaneously she carefully slid
two fingers into her student's tight little pussy, even with Emma's wetness
it was tough going. Although the deviant teacher took care not to push too
far for fear of taking her pupils hymen, a pleasure she was saving until
later.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Emma screamed breathlessly "Ohh! Ohhhhhhhhh! God
christttttttttttttttttt... Please!!!"
"Do you like that, Emma? Do you want more, you little bitch?" Her tutor
teased.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! (Gasp) Wha... Uhhhh! Uhhhh!! Shittttttttt!!" Was the only reply
Emma could manage; caught between pleasure and pain her mind was lost in the
new and unfamiliar sensations, her body quivered, overwhelmed by the
conflicting sensations that consumed the poor girls senses. There was a
sudden loud smack as Ms. Monroe brought her hand down sharply on Emma's sore
little ass, causing her to scream in pained surprise.
"Language Emma! You know how I feel about that, don't you? DON'T YOU?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh sorr... (Whimper). Sorry, I didn'ttttttttttt... Ahhh
Sorrrrrrrrry. Ohh Mmmm Ms M... (Groan) Can't take much MORRRREEEEE!!" she
screamed the last part as she felt her tutor expertly eat her butt out,
thrusting her experienced tongue between Emma's stinging ass cheeks,
tonguing her sensitive, virgin bum hole and driving her quickly towards a
screaming orgasm.
But at the last moment, as Emma's hips thrust desperately back in an attempt
to reach their goal, her climax building, her responses becoming a little
more loud and enthusiastic Ms. Monroe suddenly stopped, extracting a loud
wordless moan of despair from Emma as she lay panting breathlessly on the
desk.
"If only you would this much attention to my other classes Emma, you'd be a
grade `A' student,"
In reality Emma began to feel her self-control slip, moments away from
cumming, she channelled more of her mental powers, this time to enhance her
weakening willpower, unwilling to let her carefully constructed fantasy end
just yet. Long ago Emma had learnt to use her formidable mind powers to hold
back her partners orgasms, beginning with her using it on her male lovers to
ensure that they maintained their erections so that she always came first.
But over time she had learnt the advantages of holding off on her own
orgasms and those of her female partners, she knew the bliss of remaining
teetering on the brink of orgasm, experiencing all the sensations but not
being able to find release, losing herself in euphoria.
The power had many interesting uses, she often took much pleasure at the
sight of some hot little sex kitten writhing away completely at her mercy,
begging and pleading with her to be allowed to cum. She also found that when
that block was released and orgasm was finally achieved it was always the
most mind shattering experience imaginable. By now Emma was easily
experienced enough to hold herself or more often another on the edge almost
indefinably, holding out until either she or her partner were insane with
lust before releasing her.
Meanwhile `Schoolgirl Emma' was finally able to voice her protest.
"W...W...why did you stop... It felt so g...good?" She asked almost crying in
desperation, her lip trembling and cheeks burning with shame, to be denied
so close to her very first orgasm and to be at the mercy of somebody else
was an unbearable torture for the poor girl.
"How else will you learn Emma? You know how this works; if you want to
experience what comes next then you have to show me that you've understood
the basics of what I've just showed you, otherwise we'll have to start all
over again. You wouldn't like that would you?"
Emma shook her head quickly; the idea of going through this whole ordeal
again with no end in sight was unbearable.
"Good," Miss Munroe continued, " then make sure you do this right, make me
cum and I'll give you a very special treat to show my appreciation."


***


With mounting frustration Monet St. Croix banged her fist against the oak
door to Emma's office, wondering what that woman was doing that would take
so long. Her anger came from many things, the unnecessary move to a new
school, Paige and the boys departing and Jubilee getting into trouble yet
again!
`But with Everett! The boy has no taste, too busy thinking with his penis to
notice me. He probably thought Jubes would be so much easier...'
Which was certainly one explanation for Synchs choice since Monet took pains
to look jaw-droopingly hot on most occasions. At the moment Monet was
dressed in a fashionable tight red mohair sweater and black skirt both of
which were designed to draw attention to her lush, perfectly proportioned,
young body. But although Monet was beautiful, brilliant, talented and one of
the more powerful student's at Emma's school she was also arrogant beyond
belief, quick to point out the faults in others and forthright in her
opinions on everything. She was very much grateful for her genetic gift and
how she had had a privileged upbringing with the finest clothes money could
buy and a first rate education. She was well aware she had been groomed for
high society among the rich and famous and she was also aware that an
ambassador's daughter should not to being kept waiting and she certainly
wasn't going to start now.
`I know she's in there, I can hear that damn music she insists on playing
all the time. How dare she do this to me? Its just spite, showing me who has
the power and the control, acting like she's better than me.' Monet silently
fumed.
The young mutant turned to leave when she felt a pulse of emotion emanate
from the room beyond, a powerful burst of psychic energy that seemed to
brush past her own mental awareness leaving behind... a tingling sense of
arousal.
Monet's curiosity was triggered and she quietly reached for the door, easily
forcing the lock as she stepped in closer and peered around, being careful
to be silent. She gaped at the sight before her; Miss Frost sprawled back in
her leather chair, seemingly lost in an erotic fever. Monet was in shock,
never had she seen Miss Frost look so...wanton, legs spread and heaving chest
exposed she busily moved a hand between her thighs.
`Oh. My. God!' Monet thought with a smile.` I seemed to have caught Miss
Frost at a bad time...Good time actually, she seems to be pretty out of it...'
Monet looked around, seeing if there was anything around worth `liberating'
from Miss Frost's office. She spied a half empty bottle of Chardonnay open
on the desk, thinking that some alcohol would be a nice way to while away
one of last nights at the school she started towards it, but stopped.
The sighing blonde did not move but Monet was struck with another idea...
`I wonder what the ice queen thinks about in her `off hours',' she mused. `
Probably playing Dominatrix to some oiled Fabio types no doubt. Well, it
would be a shame to pass up the opportunity to find out.'
Without a second thought Monet invaded her teachers privacy, slipping past
Emma's once formidable but now non-existent mental shields into the fantasy
world beyond...


***


Meanwhile `Emma' watched spellbound as her tutor sat back on the desk behind
her, opening her robes revealing a beautiful statuesque body underneath. She
was naked under the robes, her Nubian body clad only by a pair of silvery
white stocking that contrasted sharply with her dark skin of her long legs
and matching white high heels. With a knowing smile she raised one elegant
leg onto a nearby stool, giving her apprehensive student her first look at
another women's pussy. Emma knelt slowly in front of her teacher, gazing in
wonder at the sight before her, transfixed by how Ms. Monroe's neatly
trimmed ash blonde bush contrasted so sharply with the chocolate brown of
her skin around it, how it drew her eyes to the lighter brown of her
glistening pussy lips.
Ms. Monroe moaned softly in anticipation as Emma's warm breath caressed her
inner thigh as the girl leaned closer, she placed one hand on her nervous
students head and impatiently guided her forward. Emma swallowed nervously
before finally working up the nerve to slowly insert on trembling finger in
her teachers hungry cunt.
"Ugh, that's it, Emma. Ahhhh..."
Emboldened by the appreciative gasp she gained from her tutor Emma reached
out with her tongue, searching for and finding the small pearl nestled at
the top of her pussy. She clumsily lapped away at the hard nub of her
teacher's clit whilst sliding another finger into Miss Munroe's warm hole as
she stumbled blindly through her first lesson in cunnilingus. Emma slowly
swabbed her tongue lower sliding it gently in and out, her nose pressed up
against her tutors clit, inhaling the heady musk with each breath and
accidentally nuzzling her in the process.
Her tutor griped her head tighter, curling fingers into the long blonde hair
and moaning encouragement to her apt pupil who diligently licked away,
catching the first few drops of moisture as they tried to escape around her
pistoning fingers. Emma finally slipped her fingers out of her tutor's cunt,
allowing herself better access with her tongue as she thrust in and out,
desperate to taste more of Ms. Monroe's juices. As she worked frantically
away Ms. Monroe bit down on one of her fingers, stifling her moans of
pleasure at her students natural talent, her enthusiasm catching her off
guard.
As Emma's tongue worked away in her teacher's hole, fucking her pussy, using
it like a small flexible dick, her wet fingers found Ms. Monroe's sensitive
clit and began to play with it experimentally, rubbing the skin near the
swollen nub. Innocent of just how intense a sensation her ministrations were
causing Emma was caught by surprise when the dribbles of cum escaping from
her teacher's cunt became a flood, Ms. Monroe came hard gasping and
whimpering around the finger in her mouth. Emma clamped her mouth over her
tutor's pussy, working her tongue back and forth, afraid that Ms. Munroe
would be angry if there was a mess afterwards, she also found herself
enjoying the forbidden taste of girl cum for the first time. Finally Ms.
Monroe's orgasm passed as she coasted down from her high, managing to stand
on shaky legs she looked down at her student as she busily licked the last
traces of cum from her cherry red lips.
"Good...Good girl," she gasped stroking Emma's hair with affection. "I just
knew you could be a star pupil if you just properly applied yourself, (pant)
I just never thought you would (pant) throw yourself into this subject with
so much enthusiasm. Why don't you hop up here and I'll finish your lesson as
promised."
Emma was only to eager to comply, quickly hopping onto Ms. Monroe's desk and
spreading her legs. Wincing slightly as she sat on her tender buttocks but
trying desperately to ignore the throbbing pain, concentrating instead on
the other, more pleasant reminder of today.
"Now, close your eye's and don't open them until I tell you to. No peeking,
you understand?"
Nodding as she did as she was told, Emma trembled with anticipation and lust
as she listened to the sound of her teacher opening one of her desk draws,
rooting around inside for something.
After what seemed like forever Miss Munroe finally spoke, "You can look now,
Emma."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw for the first time what her teacher
was wearing round her slim waist, a harness made of some kind of slivery
white PVC material which matched the colour of her stockings perfectly. But
what really caught Emma's attention was the large dildo attached to it, the
phallus itself was made of a smooth silver metal and jutted proudly from Ms.
Monroe's groin as she stood calmly hands on hips waiting, amused at her
students reaction.
Emma took a deep breath as her tutor stepped forwards, grabbing hold of her
tie and pulling her into a passionate kiss, lips mashing together wantonly
as she slid between her students splayed thighs, grabbing her hips as she
gently pulled Emma further forward, so her bum was hanging half off the
desk, as she pushed her back down flat on the wooden surface.
Emma braced herself as she felt the cold head of the metal strap-on push
against her honeyed slit. Ms. Monroe leant forwards slightly gripping her
waist tightly as she carefully eased forward, nestling the head of the dildo
into her virgin cunie.
"Ohhhh god! Ahhhh, it's cold." Emma moaned in distress as her pussy was
properly penetrated for the first time. She felt Ms. Monroe reach down and
hook a finger under one of the buttons on her blouse, with a quick tug she
tore it away quickly, separating the blouse as she moving down to the next.
A few seconds later Emma felt her hugging shirt pop open allowing her full
mounds to spill from their uncomfortable confinement, the only thing
stopping her blouse from coming fully open was her tie and the intact bottom
button which had somehow escaped attention.
She whimpered as Ms. Monroe grabbed one of the pale bouncing orbs, groping
it roughly to distract Emma from the toy inside her. Her teacher smiled
wickedly as she braced herself ready to push the phallus all the way into
her student, past the hymen and deep inside her virgin cunt. Emma squealed
loudly as more of the cold smooth dildo began to slide into the tight
confines of her pussy, that stretched painfully around its modest girth.
"Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh... It hurts..." she yelled, arching her back as the dildo
finally forced its way past her hymen taking her cherry in one sharp painful
thrust. Her senses were overcome for a moment, her mind loosing focus at the
tearing pain deep inside her body.
Her tutor did not stop, leaning down she sucked and kissed Emma's hard,
sensitive nipples, trying to get as much of the young woman's breast past
her eager lips. Try as she might Emma couldn't completely lose herself in
the new sensations, the pain from her stuffed cunt kept pulling her mind
back, the throbbing ache deep within her loins contrasting with the feeling
of being full. She tried to get a grip on the smooth surface of the desk as
Ms. Monroe slowly dragged the toy back out of her, Emma gripped the desk
harder, feeling certain that she was leaving scratch marks on the veneer of
the desk. She thrust her chest up to meet her teachers warm, soft mouth as
she continued to work her way back and forth between her heaving mounds, she
moaned as her teacher nibbled on one breast then whimpered softly as her
tongue moved slowly across to her other painfully erect nipple leaving a
slick cold trail of saliva across her tit in passing.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Emma screeched as her lover thrust deep
into her again and again, the dildo thrusting in and out of her in an
irresistible motion "Mmmm... Mmmm mmm mmmm... Ohhhhhhhhh MS. MONROE!!!!!!!"
Ms. Monroe began to tease her now pulling almost right the way out; then
waiting for a long moment before pushing forward again only to stop after a
couple of inches. Quickly her lover fell into an easy rhythm keeping the
thrusts maddeningly short, her taunt buttocks working quickly back and forth
driving Emma to emit whimpers of need as her body begged for release, the
pain forgotten in a haze of intense pleasure.
After what seemed an eternity to Emma her teacher abandoned her teasing,
without warning thrust fully inside her once more. By now she felt her first
orgasm building, she looked down at her sweat-covered body, the pale flesh
shining with sweat as her boobs shook and jiggled on her chest. Ms. Monroe
thrush into her time and time again, her long ash blond hair whipping madly
about her shoulders like a mass of angry snakes and her well formed breasts
bounced and swayed with each thrust, her face was a mask of concentration as
she relentlessly drove her student towards a shattering orgasm.
"...HUH...HUH! HUH! HUH!! I'll...teach...you...to...BEHAVE!" she growled
between gritted teeth, taking great pleasure at the sight of the spoilt Emma
writhing and gasping on her desk. The black schoolmistress then stood up
fully, her strong hands holding onto Emma's pale thighs so she could pull
the gasping teen onto every thrust of the strap on. By now Emma's cunt had
become accustomed to the smooth metal invader, it easily slid in and out of
her slipping back and forth across Emma's sensitive nub.
The smooth cylinder was slick with her cum, a faint creamy white ring near
the top showing just how deep the toy had travelled into the student's
virgin cunt, with one last thrust her exotic dark-skinned teacher thrust the
toy past the previous `high tide' mark, forcing it all the way inside her
until for the first time their groins met, mashing together.
Emma released her mental block as `Schoolmistress' Ororo thrust into her
schoolgirl self for the last time. She bared her teeth as she came, an
almost painfully intense orgasm gripping her body making her give a short
cry of pleasure, intense waves of pleasure engulfed her shuddering body. Her
pussy spasmed hungrily around her fingers as juices gushed out over her
expensive leather chair, soaking her expensive lacy lingerie with her warm
cum.
With a sigh of contentment her removed her fingers and started to sit
herself up, but it was at that moment that she first realised she was not
alone, the shocked figure of Monet stood motionless in her office.
"Did I come at a bad time?" quipped Monet, managing to recover from
witnessing such an intense and perverse fantasy. "Or is it perhaps you who
came at a bad time..."
Emma, was flustered and slightly embarrassed, but refused to let it show as
she took her legs down from off the desk and straightened her skirt.
"What do you want, Monet." She asked coldly, her embarrassment turning to
anger; after all she had done nothing wrong, except be... indiscreet.
"Well you can start by showing me some respect," she huffed, gesturing to
Emma who realised that her blouse was still open, exposing herself.
As Emma buttoned up her blouse Monet continued, "I always wondered what went
on inside that head of yours, Emma. Now, unfortunately, I know. Oh, you
don't mind if I call you Emma do you? Good. Now the question becomes just
who do I share this embarrassing information with... Banshee perhaps, I'll bet
he's always wanted to see you get punished. Or... yes I think Miss Munroe. I
suppose I could telepathically show her the things I saw, she must be made
aware of what kind of," Monet looked down her nose at a furious looking Miss
Frost. "...Person she's dealing with when she comes to tutor us...unless you
could think of a better way for me to spend my time."
Emma was livid, "Are you attempting to blackmail me you little bitch! How
dare you, I should turn you into a dribbling vegetable just for attempting
such a thing!"
"Try it, but I'm sure your rather fatigued after your earlier exertions,
perhaps you should rest first. I'll just go and tell Miss Munroe that thing
we talked about..." and with that Monet started walking towards the door.
Emma cursed herself, the brat was right; she was too drained both physically
and mentally to subdue her student. So a subtler compromise must be enacted.
"Wait!" Emma called to Monet, who promptly turned, a smug smile curling her
lips.
"Why, what is it Emma?" she replied innocently.
Emma remained calm, despite her bubbling anger; "It would be foolish of me
not to offer you an alternative course of action so you can benefit from
your ruthlessness, which I commend by the way. What would you like?"
"Well, for starters I would like a guarantee of the best room in the new
school, my weekly allowance to be doubled and lets see..." Monet picked out
what else she wanted, "Alcohol on demand, none of this `twenty-one'
bullshit, starting tonight."
"Very well." Smiled a somewhat relieved Emma, "I can offer you beer." Monet
made a face of disgust.
"Or Italian Brandy, well that's a bit too expensive. How about this
Chardonnay, very nice and almost full." Emma offered the cool bottle of
white wine to Monet.
Monet took it thoughtfully, "I do like a nice white wine... but I fancy Brandy
tonight." And with that she dropped the bottle onto the carpet where it
bounced and rolled, sloshing liquid over the carpet as it went.
"Ooops!" grinned Monet, "I think I will take the Brandy. Fetch."
Emma, biting back a few choice invectives, made her way to the drinks
cabinet and pulled out the bottle of fine spirit.
"Excellent," Monet exclaimed as she took the offering. "You know, I think
our relationship is going to go a lot smoother in the future, don't you
Emma?" The lithe teenager made her way towards the door, stopping a moment.
She kicked Emma's discarded panties across the floor towards her with a
smile, "Oh, and I think these belong to you," She gestured towards the
bottle as she left closing the door behind her. " And you really should
clean that up."


***


Paybacks A Bitch



Meanwhile Ororo Monroe lay on her bed looking up through the large skylight
on the ceiling of her bedroom, enjoying the glorious emptiness of the night
sky. She rarely drew her blinds, as she liked to see the outside, otherwise
she started to feel as if the walls were closing in on her in the night.
She stretched her body a little, enjoying the lazy aching of her limbs. She
had hit the danger room with her usual vigour after her meeting with the
Professor, and although she told herself she was just honing her reflexes
for every eventuality, she admitted that her latest meeting with Emma Frost
had something to do with it. She was also afraid that she had bored her
teammates with her worries, when she had actually brought her problems on
herself by demanding the post from Professor X.
Still Ororo couldn't help but smile as she heard muffled moans that could
just be made out through the wall from next door. Evidently Rogue was still
frustrated after her date with Remy. Ororo certainly felt sympathy for the
girl, some days she hardly seemed to stop pleasing herself; she would go for
what seemed to be hours on end. Ororo didn't mind it when Rogue went into
one of her masturbatory sessions, but she could understand Jean wanting to
move from the next-door over.
The official story had been that Jean wanted more space so that her husband
could live with her, but the truth, Ororo suspected was that she had grown
tired of listening to Rogues frequent wankathons. Ororo always found herself
getting aroused by the muffled sounds, she didn't think of herself as gay or
even bi-sexual but she had simply learnt a long time ago that what lay
inside a person was more important that how a person looked or what gender
they were.
In her youth growing up orphaned on the streets of Cairo and later when she
had become a goddess to a small African tribe she had lead a very isolated,
solitary life. At first it had been her wish but she had to admit that later
there had been little choice in the matter, few in her village could work up
the courage to seek her out and share her bed, to them she was, after all, a
goddesses and on the rare occasions when some person did come along she
hadn't let a thing like gender bother her.
She still had fond memories of her first time, a few seasons after she had
arrived in the village the only person to show interest in her had been the
most powerful warrior seeking to prove his masculinity. Eagerly she had
accepted his offer but had ultimately been disappointed when he had been too
intimidated to raise his spear, so to speak, in her presence. After that she
had all but resigned her self to a life of celibacy when one of the
villagers, a girl named Nesca had sought her out.
Many in the village thought the Nesca was strange, due to her lack of
interest in the men of the village and because she was a dreamer. Nesca and
Ororo had discovered a new world of sensation in each others arms, but
unfortunately their happiness had been short-lived, Nesca died only months
later in a plague that had swept their village. Ororo often regretted the
fact that she and Nesca had only known each other a brief time and for a
long while she had bitterly resented the fact that there had been nothing
she could have done to save her lover, despite her powers to give life and
fertility to the land around her.
The moans from Rogues room drew Storm back to the present; the noises were
now accompanied by the steady banging of the headboard against the wall.
`I wonder what she up to now?' Ororo mussed to herself, images began to swim
lazily through her mind. Images of the southern bombshell lying on her back,
buck naked, her voluptuous body covered in a light sheen of sweat ran
thought her mind
`Maybe she's gripping onto the mattress with one strong hand while the
other's working some improvised toy in and out of her tight virgin cunny... or
perhaps,' she thought "She's on her knees right now holding on to the
headboard with one hand while frigging herself silly with the other, her
lovely frizzy auburn hair rolling off her sweaty shoulders as she flings her
head back, gasping and moaning in desire'.
` Mmmm, that one defiantly has to be my favourite.' Ororo decided opening
her plain white robe absentmindedly. `Mmm if only I knew for sure, but then
I guess truth rarely lives up to fantasy'.
Ororo was an incredible sight, completely naked in the moonlight her robe
discarded beneath her. Her long flowing white hair splayed out over her silk
pillows, her rich chocolate brown skin contrasting sharply with the cream
bed sheets. Idyll she ran her hand across her firm round breasts lightly
pinching her dark brown nipples, moaning slightly as she felt them harden
under her caress. She moaned softly as her hands continued their journey
down her athletic, toned body, static electricity tingled along her long
delicate fingers, travelling across her body in tiny blue arcs. Outside the
wind was starting to pick up, as her control slipped slightly, Ororo knew
from past experience that at the true heights of a really intense orgasm she
could lose control of her powers to such an extent as to create a hell of a
monsoon or even a lightning storm.
Her hand finally reached her almost clean-shaven cunt, she kept herself
neatly trimmed and had only a thin landing strip of white hair just above
her pussy, which contrasting nicely with her chocolate brown skin and the
lighter brown of her nether lips. She reached under her pillow with her free
hand feeling the hard rubber of her favourite sex toy and eagerly pulled it
out. Her `little friend' as she like to call it was anything but little,
being a nearly 12 inches long black ribbed vibrator, for longer than she
cared to recall, it had been her only form of sexual release.
She slowly moved the large vibrator down to her pussy, rubbing it slowly
against her wet slit and letting her juices lubricate it, increasing her
arousal at the same time. She fantasised about heading next door and helping
out her frustrated teammate, her skin-tight silver costume and gloves would
provide all the protection she would need from Rogue's powers. Ororo mused
that she could safely pleasure the sex-starved southern belle with her
mammoth dildo, satisfying the poor girl for as long as possible.
But in her heart she knew Rogue would never allow it, she was too shy to
experiment like that, and besides Ororo was certain that Rogue had never
though about her that way. She had nurtured Rogue through a lot of change;
she was more like a `big sister' to her than anyone else at the mansion.
Sighing, she ran the slick toy back up to her breasts and with a deft twist
turned the vibrator on. Slowly she began to trace patterns with it over her
sensitive breasts, biting her lip as the buzzing toy travelled over her
swollen breast, brushing one of her hard nipples, leaving in it's wake a
slick trail of pussy juice. Slowly she brought the toy up to her mouth, the
smell of her desire turning her on even more, already she could feel her
juices leaking out from between her thighs.
She knew her cunt was ready, desperate even, for the toy but she knew it was
better to hold off, to savour the anticipation. She sat up slightly,
spitting into the palm of her hand and then began coating the throbbing toy
with her saliva, wanting to ensuring it was well lubricated. She repeated
the process three more times before she was sure the toy was sufficiently
slick. She settled back down eagerly, quickly moving the toy back towards
her wet sex and began rubbing the entrance with its tip.
Next-door Rogue seemed to be really getting into it, soft moans and cries
indicating that she was a long way from done, Ororo fancied that she could
almost see dust falling from the roof with each thud of the headboard. With
a slight twist she inserted the head of the toy into her tight womanhood,
losing herself in the feeling, gasping in pleasure as she turned the toy up
feeling the powerful vibrations emanating from it travelled deep into her
cunt. For a long minute she just held it there, with scarcely more than just
the cock head of the toy inside her, as she was almost cumming already. She
held back though, it was only just beginning; She suddenly arced her back,
simultaneously thrusted the toy deeper and deeper into her. Her breasts
jumped on her chest as she worked her pussy furiously; her juices began to
drip from her stuffed pussy down onto her bed.
Just then she heard Rogue's orgasmic screams from next door as she finally
came. Gritting her teeth Ororo pushed the dong the rest of the way in
herself, filling her pussy to bursting point with hard vibrating rubber. It
took only seconds before she was screaming herself as she came, thrashing
around on the bed, mussing her hair and the sheets as her free hand clawed
madly.
"AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Ororo moaned,
momentarily lost in the intense sensation, not caring who heard her.
She gasped, turning the toy down to it's lowest setting for now, while she
waited to see if Rogue was done for the night or not. For several long
minutes she waited alone apart from her own hoarse panting, the steady hum
of her toy and the weak vibrations emanating from the toy right into the
heart of her sex. Ororo whimpered into her pillow as she experienced another
tiny orgasm while she waited, little more than an aftershock from the
previous orgasm but it felt wonderful to her oversensitive nerves. Finally
she heard a tiny tired groan from next door as Rogue started up again,
obviously having energy to spare.
A lusty smile crossed Ororo's lips as she turned the toy back up to full,
grateful that, yet again, Rogue hadn't let her down. Ororo began working the
toy frantically, her pussy so wet now that even her oversized toy slid in
and out with ease. This was the moment she enjoyed the most; her cunt
momentarily spent, too tired to immediately cum again, so wet that she could
go for broke without too much discomfort and the toy turned up so high she
could feel the vibrations right the way up inside her core, her poor pussy
almost felt like it was about to be shaken apart.
She was moaning so loud that she realised that even Rogue must be able to
hear her even through the wall. Either Rogue was so caught up in her own
thing as not to care, or she was getting just as turned on by the situation
as Ororo was because rather than stopping Rogue seemed to redouble her
efforts, working even harder than before. Outside the winds howled round the
mansion as rain hammered down on the windows.
As Ororo heard Rogue's final cry she realised she was only seconds away
herself the tingling in her pussy was becoming an explosion;
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! YES! YES! OOOOHHHHHHHHHH
GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDEEEEESSSSSSSS!!! " She screamed thrusting her pelvis
towards the ceiling, spasms shaking every nerve ending her body.
Just as she came hard Ororo heard a frantic knocking at the door, cursing
she pulled the toy from her still spasming cunt as if it were red hot,
guilty she kicking it under her bed. She tiredly pulled back the top sheets
and quickly pulled her robe closed, hoping that who ever it was at the door
hadn't heard her.
`Please goddess, I pray I haven't created another storm like in Australia,"
As she opened her door she was surprised and a little relieved to see Jean
standing there rather than the annoyed Professor X she had thought.
`Surely it can't be time to set off for the savage land yet, can it?' then
Ororo saw the tears in her friends eyes and her relieve turned quickly to
concern, realised something must be very wrong.
"Jean, what ever is the matter," she asked her brow creasing in concern.
"Ororo... it's... (Sob) terrible (Sniff) I... (Sniff) Scott and I... we had a fight,
Ororo. I was so angry; I don't know what to do. (Sob) I think... I've ruined
everything." Jean sobbed, clearly distraught.
"Hush now, and come in. It's ok," Strom said tenderly. "It can't be that
bad, just calm down, everything's O.K." Storm said her voice soft and
reassuring.
She wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her close against her chest
as Jeans tears continued. "Everything's going to be alright. You can spend
the night here OK. You can tell me everything in the morning."
Jean slowly nodded unable to speak, her head buried in the crook of her
friends neck. Storm slowly led her crying teammate to her bed and held her
close, gently stroking Jeans hair until finally she fell into a mercifully
peaceful sleep.


***


Monet left Emma's room scarcely able to contain her glee at the helpless
look on Emma's face, holding a bottle of Emma's best brandy triumphantly in
her hand. Making her way back towards her room she thought about how Emma
had probably spent a small fortune on some of the finest wines and alcohols
only to have them snatched away by her `trainee student'.
`Hah! Well she hasn't got a choice now, she messes with me again and I'll
ruin her,' Monet thought. `No more acting like she's better than me just
because she was part of some fancy little social club for people with'
breeding'. Evidently the only breeding Emma had ever been involved in was
what she did nightly with her `gentlemen members'. Perhaps not even that,
after all one little word and her precious 'ice queen dominatrix' reputation
would be in tatters and everyone would know just what a little dyke she
really was.
The beautiful Algerian mutant smiled to herself, life was good, and maybe,
just maybe this all-girl boarding school idea wouldn't be so bad, especially
with Emma in her pocket. Compared to her, Storm could be nothing but a
complete walkover; she'd have them both wrapped around her little finger
inside of a week.
"Jeez, M. where'd you get that, Miss Frost'll to kill you if she finds out,"
blurted Jubilee, immediately spotting the expensive looking bottle in M's
hand. "Remember what she did to Skin, y'know, when she found out he'd stolen
some of her underwear."
M turned to see Jubilee standing in the door to the common room, an almost
comical look of shock in her eyes.
"Yes I remember, it was actually very amusing to see him parade around in
nothing but a frilly silk nightgown. Still, I wouldn't allow that to happen
to me." M replied. " Besides, Miss Frost isn't going to kill anybody, that's
just part of her over-inflated reputation, you'd actually be surprised at
how reasonable she can be Jubilation, especially when you ask her nicely." M
continued, her beautiful face sporting an evil smile.
"In fact I've a feeling things are going to change around here very soon,
very soon indeed." She mused. "You know what, despite our differences I'm
feeling... generous. Would you like some?" M offered raising the bottle.
"You think I'm gonna fall for the ol' `lets be pals' routine again?" Jubilee
smirked, folding her arms defensively.
"I'm serious," Monet repeated, "with Paige leaving and new students arriving
soon... well, time for a fresh start." Monet offered the bottle
"Neat," Jubilee said, her eye's going wide as she reached for the bottle
"Well now, what do we say?" M asked moving the bottle out of Jubilee's
reach, "oh, and you'd better be very polite, I know what why don't you get
down on your knees and say `pretty please'" Monet smiled cruelly, gesturing
casually to the floor at her feet
"What! I knew it! No way. No fucking way! Go to hell you total bitch! I'm
sick of taking this crap from you," snapped Jubilee.
"Oh well. If you don't want any I'll just have to drink it all my self
then," Monet snapped coldly and pushed past her into the common room, making
to close the door on Jubilee.
"Wait! Just wait a sec, OK! Jeez, I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you a
Bitch, OK!" Jubilee begged, "Look, come on, jeez. Please! Pretty please..."
Jubilee spoke quickly grabbing the door to stop Monet from closing it, a
half pleading, half annoyed look on her face.
M looked back at her over her shoulder for a moment considering using her
superior strength to slam the door on Jubilee's fingers, finally she rolled
her eyes and gestured for Jubilee to follow her.
`She's an annoying little brat,' thought M `but I'd rather not drink alone?
Of course I could just force Emma to join me, it would be nice to rub her
face in it for a while, maybe make her serve the drinks like my own personal
servant.
An image floated slowly through her head; Emma dressed in a painfully tight,
black and white PVC waitress outfit bending over the table to pour her a
drink like some kinky French maid. Whilst Monet herself reclined in a
comfortable armchair wearing a smart feminine business suit snapping orders,
making Emma wait on her hand and foot, satisfying her every whim. The more
she lingered on the image the more she thought about how the tight skirt
would look hugging the contours of Emma's perfect bottom and how the little
PVC waistcoat and incredible tight shirt would push her large breasts
together alluringly. She imagined slapping that perfect peach of an ass
hearing Emma yelp in surprise and pain.
` God what am I thinking,' Monet thought, `kept that up and I'll be as bad
Emma...'



4 large glasses of brandy later...



"So... I told him that I wasn't taking any advice from him, since he couldn't
even count to twenty-one unless he's, like, totally naked" Jubilee slurred
giggling manically.
Monet finished her glass of brandy and pored herself another; ` god one more
tall tail about her exploits with the X-men, or how she saved "Wolvie's"
life for the umpteenth time and I'll slam her goddam head in the door, never
mind her fingers. Does she actually think I buy any of this crap, as if
Wolverine would ever need Jubilee's feeble attempts at help?
M sighed and guiltily let her thoughts wander back to her little fantasy.
She was reluctant to admit it but she wasn't that experienced when it came
to sex and the few men she had taken to her bed hadn't exactly blown her
mind. She demanded certain high standards in the pleasure department that
most men would struggle to satisfy, but Emma's fantasy had made her more
than a little curious. It was nothing like she'd imagined it would be;
softer, gentler and far more fulfilling, plus it seemed to go on for ages,
far longer than her sexual encounters.
After the few soft-core porn films she'd seen she'd always thought that all
dykes did together was kiss a lot and rub each other's breasts until they
got bored, not exactly that appealing.
`I guess it was a little naïve to think that,' M thought. `But still all the
things Emma and Storm did, the intensity of it, the inventive use of fingers
and tongues and that thing Storm was wearing, god it makes me hot just
thinking about it.
She looked across at Jubilee who still wore her stupid yellow PVC jacket,
loud earrings, tight white T-Shirt and blue jeans. Physically at least she
had filled out a bit in the time Monet had known her, but it was always hard
to tell, after all Jubilee didn't exactly dress at height of fashion, loud
and tasteless was more her style, it seemed.
  `What would it be like,' she wondered ` to have Jubilee under my control?
To make her satisfy my every whim, or better still to make Jubilee squirm,
yelping as I had my way with her, while she's under my control; completely
helpless.
M struggled to drive the disturbing thoughts from her mind, knowing that her
family would be horrified at what she was thinking about. Lesbianism was
just not something properly bred young women of her standing should even
think about, let alone fantasies about. Still her victory over Miss Frost
had made her... flushed with success, plus the brandy and her fantasy had
eroded her usual inhibitions. Besides, they were only thoughts...
"If I could get a word in edgeways Jubilee," M spoke, quite forcefully
interrupting Jubilee's ramblings and careful not to slur her own words too
badly, desperate to get her mind away from her own disturbing thoughts,
"there's something I've always wanted to know about you."
"Like wha (*hic*)?" she said, pulling her face into an exaggerated frown.
"Do you ever take that damn jacket of yours off? I mean is it attached to
you in some way, grafted perhaps? Part of your mutant power maybe." M
teased, "I can't recall the last time I saw you without it, do you sleep in
it, bathe in it? God I bet you were even wearing it when you were fucking
Sync, weren't you?"
"Screw you! You're just jealous, I've seen you eyeing it," Jubilee shot back
gesturing wildly with one hand and managing to spill most of her drink with
the other, soaking her front with the amber liquid. Not caring, or too drunk
to notice she continued, "you can just go to hell cos I'm not taking it off.
It's mine, my lucky, good luck jacket thing and you ain't gettin' it." With
that she slammed the remains of her drink down on the table.
"Your mad. Completely delusional even, it's sad Jubes, real sad to see you
gibber away, without any connection to reality," M sighed, settled back on
the couch.
Her eyes lazily looked at Jubilee, who now seemed to be almost
affectionately stroking and smoothing out the material of her jacket whilst
mumbling something. Monet found her gaze wandering, slowly being drawn down
to Jubilee's shirt. The spilt brandy had soaked a good portion of her top,
leaving it clingy and see-through. Jubilee's breasts were clearly visible,
sitting firmly on her chest, young and perky, Monet could even see the dark
rings of her nipples through her top, and the way the nipples had become
erect from the chill of the brandy.
Luckily, it seemed Jubilee was too busy rambling to notice Monet's sudden
interest in her chest, casually M reached up and gently ran her hand over
her own breasts, her nipples having gotten every bit as hard as Jubilee's
but with no convenient excuse like cold brandy to explain her arousal. Her
tight red mohair sweater felt like it was straining to contain the firm
mounds of her breasts, the material of her black lacy bra felt a little too
tight like the snug material was fondling her, distractingly putting
pressure on her sensitive nipples
`Oh god, what am I doing! This is so wrong, getting myself worked up like
this, I don't know how much longer I can keep acting normal. Ok, calm down,
this is just nature's way of saying I need to masturbate, but preferably not
here...' she thought, fighting to contain her arousal. ` I obviously must be
drunker than I thought, I was sure I could handle a little brandy. It must
be strong stuff, turning me into a dyke for fuck's sake.
`It has to be the drink, even if I was...that way I wouldn't go lusting after
that obnoxious mall brat,' she assured herself.
Jubilee was still oblivious to all this, M's conflicted thoughts and guilty
sensations went over the other mutants distracted head, which Monet was glad
of, she knew she would never live down the humiliation if Jubilee discovered
her.
Forcing herself to remove her hand from her breast, M tried to get her mind
of her own thoughts, engaging Jubilee in conversation might get an
entertaining reaction, it was usually so easy to get a rise from Jubilee.
"So was Synch your first time then?" Monet asked trying to keep her voice
even and her mind off the Asian fuck toy sitting across from her.
`Wait! Where the hell did that come from; "Asian Fuck Toy?" I'd meant
mallrat, defiantly mallrat. Fuck, I really am starting to lose it.' Monet
shook the thought from her mind and composed herself.
Jubilee hesitated for a second before answering; obviously thinking this was
probably yet another trick.
"I... err, Ok Yeah, that was... my first time. I mean I've... err you know...
umm," Jubilee hesitated, blushing fiercely.
"Have you ever touched yourself? Masturbated?" Monet asked quietly, images
of the diminutive Asia girl filling her mind, images of her writhing on her
bed, delicate fingers exploring her womanhood, gasping and moaning her
guilty pleasure.
`Oh god! Not again, please not again', M thought desperately.
"Jeez, personal space, that concept, like, mean anything to you M." Jubilee
blushed, her eye's going wide at the sudden intimacy of Monet's question.
"It's perfectly normal Jubes, I mean everyone does it, even I do it on
occasion. Hell if what I hear is true Rogue does it all the damn time, why
do you think Phoenix moved rooms a few weeks ago. Maybe she finally got
tired of having to listen to that all night, y'know. Anyone would, it's just
that she's too polite to say anything to the poor deprived girl," M replied
trying to look impassive.
`Just curious, that's all. That's the only reason I'm asking. Just girl
talk.' she reassured herself.
"Jeez! All right yes, everyone does it; I do it, happy now. I mean I don't
know why your so interested but I, y'know, take care of myself, I mean only
a few times, not like a freaky amount or anything," Jubilee shifted
uncomfortably, as did Monet but for a different reason, heat was beginning
to spread from between her thighs.
"Look, `bout everything. I'm real sorry, I know I screwed things up, I
really didn't mean to." Jubilee said softly. "Ev and I, we just, I don't
know, clicked or something, it felt right, you know. But now were being
separated, Husk's leaving, I fucked everything up, god I'm so sorry, I never
meant for any of this! Shit!" Jubilee sniffed quietly and wiped her eyes,
trying not to show how upset she really was.
Jubilee looked so vulnerable at that moment in Monet's eyes; her eyes were
sad and a little red, vulnerable, not at all like the little brat normally
was. M felt herself warming to Jubilee for the first time since they met,
sympathy softening her harsh judgement of the girl.
M let here eyes slowly roam down Jubilee's body again, lingering over her
troubled face, sad but still beautiful, her slightly trembling lips pouted
forward slightly, full and inviting, her modest cleavage was perfectly in
proportion to the rest of, moving in time to her slightly erratic breathing,
her shapely legs one crossed casually over the other.
Their eyes met again as Jubilee looked to see Monet's reaction to her
outburst, at that moment she feared she could lose herself in those lovely
almond shaped eyes and suddenly the whole situation didn't seem so bad,
` The hell with it,' M thought with sudden clarity. `Lots of women
experiment when their younger, I mean would it be that bad just to see what
it would be like, would it really be so wrong? I could always wipe her
memory after the fact, or better yet claim it was all her idea, she's so
drunk she probably wouldn't even remember the details.'
"If you really feel so bad about it Jubes, how about you make it up to me,"
she asked hesitantly. "Come over here and sit next to me."
Jubilee looked unsure, as Monet smiled reassuringly and patted the cushion
next to her on the couch.
"I promise I not going to hurt you," she added as Jubilee obeyed, sitting on
the edge of the couch, looking like she was ready to bolt.
"Have you ever thought... about doing something truly outrageous, I mean
something totally taboo that you could never tell anyone about?" asked M
quietly her excitement slowly rising despite herself, she felt nervous
trembling deep inside her, and the damp heat that seemed to spread even
further out from between her legs as her arousal began to leak from her most
private place, dampening the black silk of her sexy black lingerie with her
warm juices.
"I guess so, doesn't everybody?" Replied Jubilee shrugging nervously, " I
mean I wondered what, y'know, anal sex would be like a couple o' times, I
mean I read about it once it seems so... wild, y'know. Or... maybe a threesome
like... having two guys' at once, that'd be a thrill... maybe. I mean not that
I'm a slut or anything O.K." She quickly added looking sheepish.
"Jeez, I can't believe I'm telling you this, It's like, so embarrassing, "
Jubilee blushed. M started to tremble slightly as Jubilee shifted nervously
next to her.
` Does she feel it to?' M wondered, the tingling warmth, and spreading
dampness almost driving her insane with arousal. She always got this way
during a seduction, but this was intensified by the risk, it was new
territory for her.
"Its OK, Jubilee," M soothed, rubbing one of Jubilee's tense shoulders, "I'm
not judging here, I'm just curious, that's all. I mean haven't you ever
though of a threesome with a... another women?" M fought to keep her voice
steady and confidant, not wanting to betray to Jubilee the confusion or
arousal she was feeling.
"OK, now I know you're trying to trick me. I'll say `Yes' and you'll tell
everyone about how Jubilee is a closet lesbian. Well I'm not, you are so..."
Jubilee started to stand but M grabbed her arm puling her down on to her
lap, leading Jubilee to yelp in surprise.
Unable to resist her feelings any longer M kissed Jubilee full on the lips,
stifling any further sounds of alarm and giving Jubilee no chance to argue.
M's hands pressed on either side of Jubilee's head to prevent her from
pulling away, but Jubilee seemed to be still in shock from M's action to do
anything except surrender to the kiss.
Monet took advantage of Jubilee's open mouth to slide her tongue into it,
Jubilee's hands stayed put on M's shoulders as Monet's tongue slowly
explored her mouth, her lips locked on Jubilee's as she moaned her
enjoyment, the sensation of Jubilee's hot, wet mouth surrounding her tongue
was making her hotter than she thought possible.
`Why doesn't she try and pull away' Monet wondered `could she be enjoying
this as much as I am?' Her question was answered moments later when to her
surprise, Jubilee started to return her kiss, tentatively massaging her
tongue in return, moaning herself as she sucked Monet into her mouth. The
kiss lasted for a few pleasurable minutes before M slowly pulled back,
scarcely able to believe that she had just reached first base with Jubilee
of all people.
` Wow, she's the best kisser I've ever met,' M thought `she's making me
forget about all those previous mistakes. Where'd she learn to kiss like
that?'
As she opened her mouth to speak Jubilee quickly leaned in again and kissing
her, her small hands sliding off her shoulders, making there way down M's
body. They traced along her collarbone as their tongues continued to
intertwine. Jubilees teasing her for a moment before slowly cupping her
high, full breasts, rubbing her painfully erect nipples through the rough
material of her sweater.
` Oh god, this is amazing,' Monet thought as Jubilee sucked on her bottom
lip, gently nibbling on it for a moment before kissing a gasping Monet
again, letting there tongues wrestle with each other as the kiss reached new
heights of passion. M lent back as Jubilee's mouth travelled down to her
neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh whilst one hand moving up into her dark
lustrous hair, the other snaked up under M's sweater tracing it path along
her ribs. Monet gasped as Jubilee's fingers gently brushed against the
underside of her breast, Jubilee looking her in the eye as she gently
pushing the silk bra up and out of her way so she could cup M's full breast.
She rubbed the hard nipple slowly between her fingers just as Sync had done
to her only days before.
"Jeez, M what the hell we doing?" Jubilee gasped as she kissed the dark
beauty on the lips again.
"Just go with it," murmured M " you seem to be a natural. Good, that feels
so good," she cooed, encouraging Jubilee by putting her hand on top of
Jubilee's and squeezing gently through her sweater. She groaned through
gritted teeth as Jubilee took the hint and squeezed her breast a little
harder, rubbing and massaging it roughly.
M arched her back, pushing her chest into Jubilee's eager grip as her own
hands roamed Jubilee's back, finally finding their way to Jubilees taunt
buttocks, she gently squeezed them thought the tight fabric of her jeans,
revelling in their feel and making Jubilee squirm on her lap.
By now Monet was on her back on the sofa with Jubilee lying on top of her,
both hands now underneath Monet's garment, squeezing her firm breasts that
she so loved to show off by the pool.
  `God she can do this to me all day', M thought through a haze of pleasure.
Jubilee slowly pushed M's sweater up, fully revealing her amazing breasts to
Jubilee's gaze. For a moment she was just content to stare as she marvelled
at their fullness giving M time to slowly reached up and unclasp the front
of her bra.
`Thank fuck this one clasps in front;' she thought `last thing I want to do
is ruin the moment, not when things are going great. Christ if she keeps
this up I swear I'll cum right here.'
Jubilee seemed to pause, obviously enjoying the view before taking both of
M's perfect breasts in her tiny hands, squeezing and massaging them softly,
pushing them together and thumbing the still sensitive nipples. This rubbing
and teasing electing small moans and gasps from M, who arched her back
further into Jubilee's hands, trying to add to the wonderful sensations she
was feeling. Jubilee's pale hands contrasted erotically with M's dusky
flawlessly tanned skin.
"Guess you don't believe in bikinis then," Jubilee asked breathlessly as M
reached up for Jubilee's top.
"Not really, how about you?" M replied ripping the damp cloth away from
Jubilee's lovely breasts, eager to feel them against her own breasts and to
play with them herself.
"Hey, I liked that top," Jubilee scowling angrily down at M and on a whim
reached down, giving Monet's nipples a firm twist, causing her to cry out in
pain; her invulnerability unable to help against so personal an attack,
especially on her increasingly sensitive breasts.
` Ahhhhh Christ!' M thought, arching her back in pain, `I'm gonna kill that
little...' but before M could finish the thought and retaliate Jubilee lower
her mouth to one nipple and sucked on it, teasing it with tongue and
nibbling it ever so gently with her teeth.
If M thought her nipples had been tender beforehand she was wrong, Jubilee's
unexpectedly punishment had increased the sensation tenfold, the hot feeling
of her mouth on her breast, the sucking sensation and the flicking tongue
made her body jolt with pleasure.
`Ohhh god! I can't take this anymore,' M gasped, writhed helpless under
Jubilee's relentless oral assault, Jubilee's free hand rhythmically
massaging and squeezing M's other breast, rapidly thumbing her other
sensitive nub.
`Oh no, I'm losing it! Oh...fuck! She's gonna make me cum!'
With a loud cry the growing warmth between her legs became an explosion of
sensation as she bucked and whimpered underneath Jubilee, cumming like
crazy. Never before had she had an orgasm merely from someone touching her
breasts, not even when she was alone, with a start she realised Jubilee
hadn't even gotten between her legs yet. She felt so naughty, which seemed
to prolong her pleasure. She knew it was wrong but it felt right, Emma's
little fantasy didn't even compare to what Jubilee was now doing to her
quivering body.
M was so preoccupied she barley noticed Jubilee adjust her position so she
was sitting on the side of the sofa. The first time M became aware was when
she felt Jubilee slide her hand up under M's skirt, over her stockings and
suspenders stopping with her fingers stroking M's damp panties which were
practically glued to her pussy, her wrist resting on M's inner thigh.
"Jeez. Wow, we have got a hair trigger haven't we" Jubilee whispered
provocatively, a smile spreading over her lips. "D'you want me to see if I
can set it of again, hmmm?"
M managed a weak, breathless nod desperate to feel again the wonderful
sensations she had just felt.
"What do you say then?" whispered Jubilee into M's ear, her breath tickling
her neck. "Say `pretty please'" she whispered, her free hand started to
massage one of M's tender breasts again. She then proceeded to push the wet
fabric of M's knickers away from her shaven crotch, using her finger and
started teasing M's damp pussy tracing her finger over her sensitive
pussylips.
`God how'd this happen?' M thought, she knew she had lost control somehow
but she didn't care, her pussy was crying out for attention the maddening
sensation of Jubilee's teasing finger was all she could think about, and all
she really wanted, what she needed was release. Up until now all her lovers
had been weak unsure of themselves, Monet found that she liked Jubilee
showing initiative, dominance even, it heightened the already incredibly
kinky thrill of the situation immeasurable.
"Please," she gasped in defeat "Pretty please." With a smile Jubilee kissed
Monet on the lips, simultaneously she slid her finger into M's honey slicked
cunt. Monet gave a grateful moan into Jubilee's mouth
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Jubilee teased as she pulled away and
slowly started to nibble on M's ear lobe, at the same time she pushed her
finger deeper inside, searching for M's special place whilst rubbing M's
clit with her thumb. Monet clung to Jubilee as if she were drowning, arching
her back and pushing her crotch upward, forcing Jubilee's inquisitive finger
as deep as it would go into her cunt
Jubilee continued the stimulation, one hand supporting Monet's head as she
sucked and nibbled her neck and ear. Her other hand busied itself with the
task of bringing Monet to a second crashing orgasm, her finger quickly sawed
in and out of Monet's steaming cunt as her thumb stimulated M's clit in a
circular motion, driving bolts of erotic sensation through Monet's bucking
body. The combined stimulations quickly became too much for the young
beauty.
"JUBILEE!!! Ohhh god... your gonna... make me (gasp)... cum. OHHHHHHHH GOD YESSS"
she screamed as she came again, her cunt spasming around the intruding
digit, spurting her honey all over Jubilee's pistoning hand and on to the
sofa. Jubilee pushed another finger into M, adding to the sensation and
trying to extend her lovers pleasure, desperately trying to make up for her
inexperience with pure enthusiasm. Almost as soon as the orgasm was spent M
found her self cumming for a third time as Jubilee refused to stop moving
her hand, this time rotating her fingers, trying to stimulate all sides of
Monet's cunt at the same time. M continued to gasp her lovers name, begging
her to fuck her more, Jubilee was only to happy to comply pushing a third
digit in to her sopping hole and increasing her pace, working her fingers
deep inside Monet's pussy and being rewarded by another orgasmic scream from
M.
"God! God that's it! Yes Yessss Yesssssssssssssss," she screamed in ecstasy
"I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhh God, Jubilee THAT'S IT, YESSSSSSS Oh god
YESSSSSSSSSSS." It was a miracle the whole academy didn't hear Monet's
screams of orgasmic bliss.
Finally spent M lay drained on the sofa gazing up blissfully at Jubilee's
smiling face her whole body tingling, her hair mused, her lipstick smeared,
the very picture of post orgasmic bliss. She watched lazily as Jubilee
slowly brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth slowly sucking on them and
tasting the sweet juices.
"God M, you taste so good you wouldn't believe it," she brushed a lock of
black hair away from M's sweat soaked face "we can't stay here, if anyone
comes in we'll be so screwed. Lets go back to my room," Jubilee nuzzled
Monet's neck as she spoke, "then if you like maybe we can still get screwed...
but in private. You know, I can hardly wait to taste you properly. Would you
like that?"
"Oooohh yeah" cooed Monet lazily, struggling to stand, her orgasms having
temporarily turn her leg muscles to jelly. Jubilee hooked one arm under M's
helping her up, obviously eager to be on her way. Jubilee grabbed what was
left of her shirt along with M's sweater while M slowly pulled her panties
back up to cover her dripping pussy. With the evidence of there misdeeds in
hand the two left as fast as M's wobbly legs would allow making a beeline
straight for Jubilee's room.

As soon as they were in Jubilee's room they were all over each other. M
pushed Jubilee back against the door, her height and strength a definite
advantage as her hands made straight for Jubilee's lovely breasts. Monet
smiled as she rubbed the perky mounds, playfully pinching the nipples
slightly, making Jubilee gasp in surprise, acting quickly Jubilee unzipped
her jeans and quickly kicked them off leaving her in only her Yellow Jacket
and panties. They were white cotton with red cherries on them and frilly red
lace along the waistband, M smiled at the sight, running a hand down
Jubilee's firm stomach and slowly stroking her fingers across Jubilee's
pussy rubbing it through her cute underwear. Feeling Jubilee's juices as
they soaked through the flimsy cotton, Monet rubbed harder pleased that
Jubilee was so hot for her. Jubilee moaned her pleasure, warmth spreading
quickly through her, giving her body a flushed look.
"Mmmm, that feels good," she gasped putting her hands on M's shoulders and
attempted to push her down to her knees, "Go down on me..." she murmured
through half lidded eyes, Monet watched as Jubilee bit her bottom lip in
anticipation.
`Now's my chance,' M realized, `I could probably resist, I've got my
strength back, all I have to do is resist, make her mine.
But much to her surprise though she realised she didn't want to, she liked
being submissive, at least in this instance, and decided to indulge Jubilee.
`Hell if you're risking so much you might as well go the whole nine yards so
to speak,' M thought, `besides I know that I could turn the tables any time
I want, she probably knows that too.'
M knelt before Jubilee, smelling her arousal even through the panties, the
scent refocused her attention on the task, Jubilee reached up and grabbed
hold of the coat hanger on the back of her door, helping M as she lifted her
on to her shoulders, up close the scent of Jubilee's pussy was dizzying and
overwhelming, driving M mad with lust.
M nuzzled the damp material of Jubilee's panties like a starving man,
pushing them aside and licking Jubilee's slit tentatively tasting girl cum
for the first time. She'd only ever given oral once before and the taste had
put her off for life, but to her surprise she found she actually liked how
Jubilee tasted.
"Mmmmm. Faster, don't stop, don't you dare stop," Jubilee murmured
in-between gasps of pleasure. Encouraged by Jubilee's response M licked a
little faster, running her tongue the full length of Jubilee's slit again
and again, faster and faster as Jubilee gasped her encouragement.
M, ever the perfectionist started to nuzzle Jubilee's sensitive clit in
hopes of electing more of a response. She was not disappointed.
"Ohhhhhh! Fuck yeah, that's it! Suck it, please suck it, and lick it.
Ohhhhhh God! Yes!" Jubilee begged grinding her pelvis against Monet's face,
who was only to happy to oblige her, sucking on Jubilee's clit and teasing
it between her teeth. Jubilee writhed, banging her hips back against the
door almost violently, her breasts lurched and sweat flew off her writhing
body as she obviously tried to hold back on her orgasm to prolong the
pleasure as much as possible, but it was made harder by M's power; her
physical perfection, although her power didn't extend to her pussy licking
skills, they still made her an incredibly fast learner.
"Fuck, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Oh...SHIT! Ahhhh..." screamed Jubilee spurting her
warm juices all over M's face as her body was wracked by her first lesbian
orgasm. But M was far from finished, even as the cutie brunette writhed on
her shoulders she began licking faster thrusting her tongue in and out of
Jubilee's pussy at almost superhuman speeds, swallowing all Jubilee had to
offer as she tried to prolong the pleasure. Her hands squeezing Jubilee's
pert little ass supporting her as Jubilee struggled to get her breath back.
On a whim M started to gently tease Jubilee's butt with her finger, tracing
the tight ring of muscle around her ass with her nail. A loud gasp from
Jubilee encouraged M to thrust her tongue even further into Jubilee's
dripping lovehole as she teased her other, more taboo opening.
`She fantasises about anal sex... well I guess today's her lucky day then,' M
thought with a smile.
"Mmmmm... Mmmm. Mmmm. Ahhhhh... OhhhHHHHhhhh! Christ! That feels so good, you're
gonna make me... cum again! Ohhhhhh gaaaaaaaaaaaawd. I can feel it... Shit! Ohh
god, yes! Yes, aahhh!" with a final cry she came again, M took the
opportunity as Jubilee orgasmed to slowly pushing her finger past the tight
ring of muscle, wiggling a finger into Jubilees puckered anus being careful
not to hurt her.
Jubilee writhed, lost in the sensations M smiled, loving the feeling of
driving Jubilee insane with pleasure. In fact she was really getting of on
it
`She must be out of her mind by now,' she thought smugly. `She getting her
dirty little anal fantasy fulfilled and I'm letting her be in charge. I even
gave her my lesbian cheery, the lucky bitch.'
"OH GOD, FUCK YEAH!! FUCK MY ASS YOU BITCH!!! OHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK!!" Jubilee
screamed, amazing Monet with her dirty talk and arousing her even more at
the same time. Encouraged, she worked her finger harder into Jubilee's ass,
while burying her tongue even deeper into her lover's snatch.
"YES, OH FUCK YES! LICK ME, BITCH LICK ME!!! OHHH FUCK!!! IM GONNA CUM!!!!
OH!! OH!! SHHIIIITTTTTTTT!!!! OH!! I'MCUUMMMINNGGG!!!! UUHHHNNNN!!!" Jubilee
screamed.
Slowly and ever so gently, Monet lowered Jubilee to the ground kissing her
desperately whilst groping Jubilee's pert boobs with one hand and supporting
her with the other.
She loved the way the small mounds of flesh fit perfectly in her hands, the
paler skin of Jubilee contrasting nicely with her own darker hue.
M loved the contrast created by her tan lines, the paler skin of her breasts
against the light golden colour of her skin, seeing something so private
again reminded Monet of what they were doing and of what they had done, that
gave her an extra thrill. Slowly she help Jubilee across the room, laying
her gently on to her own bed before giving her one more deep kiss and then
wiping the last of Jubilee cum from her chin.
"Whoa... that was amazing, you really are good at everything aren't you?"
Jubilee sighed tiredly as M made to sit on the bed with her.
"Hey what you think you doing? Stay where you are." Jubilee commanded,
looking M up and down determinedly, fatigue forgotten for the most part.
"Take your skirt off but leave the panties on. I want to see you
masturbate," Jubilee said biting her lip naughtily, waiting in anticipation
to see if Monet would play along. "Now bitch right now," she ordered, trying
to sound more confident.
M stood in stunned silence for a moment, her mind racing, unsure of her next
step. But slowly, as if she were in a dream she found herself slowly
removing her skirt and dropping it to the floor. She stood looking like a
gorgeous thousand-dollar hooker, wearing only her black silk panties lacy
stockings and suspenders, held as if paralysed under Jubilee's lusty gaze.
Slowly, very slowly she inched her fingers down her stomach and slide her
hand inside her panties, never taking her eye's of Jubilee for a moment as
she began rubbing her sensitive clit between her long delicate fingers.
`I cant believe I'm doing this. God if anyone saw me.' Monet's cheeks
flushed red with shame and a little arousal at the thought; Jubilee
continued to watch her seemingly transfixed. She also rubbing herself,
almost mirroring Monet as she caressed herself through her own damp panties
and played with her small breasts
"Ohhhhhh..." M groaned, since she had got so turned on from pleasuring Jubilee
her own pussy was sopping wet and Jubilee's commanding attitude had only
made it worse. She knew she couldn't hold out for more than a few minutes in
the state she was in, her legs began to feel weak and she knew her next
orgasm would be a big one. She watched, as Jubilee seemed to get an idea and
quickly crawl over to her bedside table.
"Wh...What you...uummm... doing?  Mmmmm! Ohhh... Yeesss," M felt the familiar tingle
running through her groin as she caressed her sensitive nub, she was on the
verge of losing all control and she knew it wouldn't be long before she
came.
"Just finding a little something I keep here in case of power-cut's. It
should work in a pinch as an... ahh! Here we go," Jubilee sat up triumphantly,
brandishing a thick candle, which looked very large in her small hand.
Jubilee smiled evilly as she started to rub it suggestively.
`What the hell...?' Monet wondered.
"Would you like me to use this on you? Hmmm? Come on, don't be shy..." Jubilee
asked seductively, looking deep into Monet's dark eyes.
`God she means to use it like a dildo, that's what she wants!' M's thoughts
raced. She was mainly thinking how that improvised dildo would fill her up,
she was more than a little worried, and it seemed bigger than any dick she'd
ever allowed inside her.
"Oh Yeah," M gasped, finally surrendering fully to her horniness, ignoring
any lingering her doubt or trepidation.
"Good Girl! Now get over here." Jubilee beckoned her over to the bed and
gesturing to her to lie down on the bed, she obliged nervously still unable
of taking her eyes off the wax dildo that still appeared impossibly large in
Jubilee's tiny little hand's
`God it's got to be nearly 9 or 10 inches!' She worried `Ok get a grip it
can't be that long For God's sake just calm down'.
Jubilee then proceeded to slowly pull M's underwear off, throwing them away,
finally leaving Monet completely exposed.
"Now how about I finish what you started? Sit on my face." Jubilee ordered
the trembling girl.
Monet obeyed, kneeling over Jubilee's pretty face and slowly lowering her
beautiful, perfect cunt on to Jubilee's waiting mouth. Some of her juices
leaked, on to her lover's cute features, rolling off her chin, Jubilee
eagerly licked all she could off of her face, seeming to savour the taste of
what was to come (my first accidental pun, how about that!).
She finally settled her cunt down inches from Jubilees face, shivering
slightly as Jubilee's breath caressed her sensitive pussy. Jubilee was
obviously savouring the moment, the look and smell of M's perfectly shaven
cunt. Slowly she started to eat her lover out, working her tongue in and out
of her dripping love hole, each quick thrust making M gasp and her breath
hitch, so much so she put a hand on the wall next to the bed to support
herself.
M was whimpering now, arching her back and looking over her shoulder, she
watched as Jubilee worked the candle into her own moist cunt. Her eyes
widened, mesmerised as Jubilee's pussy stretched obscenely to accommodate
the intruding phallus.
`God that's going to be me,' She thought, a mixture of lust and apprehension
clouding her thoughts, `in a minute she's going to be doing that to me.
Jubilee moaned into her pussy, the vibrations adding extra pleasure as they
ran through Monet's already stimulated pussy. M was on the brink already and
watching Jubilee frig herself was driving her over as fast as anything else.
`How the hell can she take some thing that big! She's so small surly it must
hurt like hell?' Monet wondered, `God, can't take this any longer where did
she...(ooohhh!), learn to eat pussy...(Huhhh...) like... this!' With a final long
whimpering sigh Monet came all over Jubilee's pretty face, her hips bucking
and shivering she grasping the wall with both hands to support herself,
digging her fingers into the plaster. Her cunt muscles twitched and
clenched, sending intense pleasure racing through her already ragged nerves.
Jubilee also came, with a frantic moan, rolling her hips back and forth,
driving the candle deep inside her tight cunt one last time before slowly
pulling it from her exhausted little cunie.
"Mmmmm, yummy!" Jubilee giggled breathlessly. Licking her lips she pulled M
into a passionate, sweaty embrace kissing her fiercely on the lips.
M could taste her own cum on her lovers lips, Jubilee's small breasts
pushing against her own, before Jubilee pulled away slightly and began to
rub M's wet pussy with the slick wax phallus. She was instantly rewarded
with another small moan of pleasure from M. Jubilee quickly pushed Monet
onto her back again, this time moving into the 69 position straddling her
lover's face.
M wasted no time, tearing off Jubilee panties down the seam, leaving the
mall brat naked apart from her coat, which occasionally rubbed against her
sides and boob's as Jubilee moved on top of her.
`I can't believe it,' M marvelled tiredly, `she still wearing that damn
jacket. Maybe she does get all her energy from that thing, she seems to be
outlasting me!'
It was true, for all her invulnerability, it seemed Jubilee had more energy
when it came to battles of the more carnal variety.
`Right! Well its time she started to find out who's really in charge,' M
thought. She started fingering Jubilee's tight hole first with just one
finger then two. At the same time Jubilee gently pushed the candle against M
opening. The phallus was already coated in Jubilee's own pussy juices so it
didn't take much pressure before the end slowly slipped into Monet's well
lubricated hole making her gasp in pleasure.
`Oh god it's going in, uunnnngg... it feels so good! I can't, ooohhh ... take
it'.
M writhed barley able to think straight as the candle seemed to easily worm
its way past her overly stimulated muscles; `God it's huge! UUNNGGG! How
much is she planning on putting in me...' Looking up past Jubilee's heaving
body above her Monet realised that only maybe a forth of the candle was
inside her. She let out a desperate, incoherent cry as Jubilee smiled down
at her and redoubled her efforts.
Jubilee held the candle in both hands and seemed to be having trouble
holding onto the cumslicked shaft, but slowly she worked it even further
into her lover's hungry hole. The candle was red with green swirls, only
about eight inch's long or so but quite thick giving Monet's pussy plenty to
grip onto. Jubilee eager pushed it in, seeing how much M could take before
she began to beg for mercy.
Monet was in sexual torment, her mind seemed to be getting cold feet, but
her body's willingness was evident. Tingling sensations pounded her brain,
making her muscles pulse with eroticism, M's body loved the feel of the
smooth wax invading her, her past reluctance to use sex toys to stimulate
her made the candle's journey intensely new and erotic.
Finally, with over 7 inches inside her onetime enemy Jubilee changed tact
swirling the phallus around inside Monet, trying to loosen her cunt and
adding to her sexual excitement before beginning to pull the candle out.
"Nnuuuuuuuggggh!" Monet cried, her pelvis going rigid with pleasure as she
pushed her legs out further, letting Jubilee have full access to her cunt. M
finally managed to focus, gathering her thoughts she turned her attention
away from the wonderful sensations of her own pussy and focused on Jubilee's
instead. She started by using two fingers from her other hand as well,
rubbing Jubes' clit as she used her other hand to stimulate her from the
inside.
`Wow... she's so... wet' thought M. `she's so tight as well, but let's see what
I can get up here.' She quickly fell in to a rhythm, starting to push in
with one set of fingers and whilst pulling almost all the way out with the
other pair.
"OHHHH Fuck!! Yeeeeeeaaah!" Jubilee screamed as she worked the candle in and
out, M's cunt sucked and clenched around the candle, her cunt wet enough
that her juices leaking freely around it and around the outside of her
pussy, lubricating it's passage as Jubilee worked faster and faster. M
worked harder on Jubilee, desperate to get Jubilee off before she came
herself, Jubilee's pussy juices were making it even easer to work her
fingers quickly in and out. But she soon felt herself losing control as
Jubilee pushed the candle almost all the way into her and started to lick
her cunt furiously, flicking her tongue back and fourth across her engorged
clit as quickly as she could while rotating the candle from side to side as
she slid it in and out as fast as she could.
"Ohh god!!!  Ohh god!!! UUUUGGGGNNNN!!... Feels... so good! Please... more....
More!!!! Ohh.... OOHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! I'm cumming god I'm
cuuuuuuuumminnggg!!!" M screamed struggling to bring Jubilee off first. But
it was a losing battle; her cunt was spasming strongly around the candle,
squeezing it hard as her juices leaked all over the bed.
Bursting out onto Jubilee who fought to lick up as much of the delicious
tasking nectar as possible as it spilled past her lips. Monet, although
cumming first, was soon joined by grunting, gyrating Jubilee moments later.
"Ohhhhhh yeeeaaaaahhhhhh, that's it!!! Harder bitch! Ohh god yes!! Fuck....
Fuck me... YESSSS!!!! YES! YES!! Ohhhhhh!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Jubilee collapsed on Monet her pussy gushing honey all over her bed.
Both girls fought for breath, their aching, quivering muscles showing that
they were completely spent, their youthful bodies shone with sweat as they
lay still for a moment, seemingly frozen in their position atop or beneath
their partner. Then, rousing herself Jubilee pulled round to kiss M
furiously for a moment, stroking her hair as their tongues intertwined,
before resting her head on M's shoulder, allowing her strong arms to
wraparound her as they both just lay together, too tired to move.




THE NEXT MORNING...


Monet awoke from a peaceful slumber; she twisted over, realizing that she
was in her own bed, sun shining on luxurious black silk sheets. Confused as
to how she got back to her room after the exhausting evening she had
endured, she got out of bed sliding into her morning robe and sitting on the
bed.
Although some of last night was a blur what she remembered made her cheeks
burn with shame and embarrassment.
`Oh my god! What was I thinking? How could I even...? And with Jubilee of all
people! I must have taken leave of my senses. And why did I... enjoy it so
much'
Actually the `Why' wasn't the question, just thinking about the night before
made her pussy moisten and her skin tingle. Some of the sensations were
still very fresh in her mind.
`Shit! I have to make Jubilee forget, that little bitch, taking advantage of
me like that! Well I'm. Not GAY!!'
  She quickly got properly dressed repeating the thought over and over
again, burning away any doubt with anger, mainly at herself but also towards
Emma and Jubilee, since their stupidity had led to all this .She was
straight, that's all there was to it.
She tried to forget about how good last night felt; the lost of control had
excited her but also made her vow never to do it again.
Opening the door, her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Emma
Frost in the corridor outside her room. The long, stylish white leather coat
she was wearing indicated she was going out somewhere.
"Ahh, good to see you up at long last, Monet." Emma stated fetching a pair
of white leather gloves out of her pocket. "I'm afraid I'm going away on a
little trip to England, it seems I may have a lead on a new recruit. I trust
you and Ms Lee will be fine for a few days while I'm away?"
M was horrified. She couldn't stay here alone with Jubilee, not after... what
had happened.
`What if I gave in again...' but she dismissed the thought, keeping her
composure as Emma regarded her coolly.
Summoning up her trademark snootiness she replied, "No Emma, I think you
should stay. Besides who needs some pasty faced Eurotrash bringing the place
down? Remember our `little' agreement. I'd hate to have reveal that
embarrassing secret of yours to everyone."
Monet almost glowed with pleasure as she saw Emma's eye's narrow and her
pale cheekbones colour slightly. Ah, what it was to have power again!
"Well Monet, I sorry you feel that way. But I simply will not be dictated to
in my own school, I've made my decision and it final."
Emma stepped closer to her rebellious student, a cold smile playing across
her lips. "Anyway if you tell my secret I'm afraid that I'll have to show
everyone the videotapes I made of your little indiscretion last night. You
were truly a sight to behold Monet, groaning away beneath Jubilee you seemed
like a natural. A true bitch in every sense of the word..."
M's mind reeled in shock, she opened her mouth to speak but Emma continued
cutting her off, " And if you ever try to blackmail me again they will
never, even be able to identify you're body. I gained my reputation for a
reason." Emma's voice was low and dangerous, "Know your place and never,
never ever mess with you're betters. Do I make myself clear Monet?"
Monet nodded weakly, trembling partly from shame but also from the look in
Emma's eyes that promised much worse than what had happened the night
before.
"When I get back from my trip we'll have to think of a suitable punishment
for you, young lady." She caressed Monet's cheek with her leather gloves,
"Something that appeals to that hidden side of you I saw in all its glory
last night. Oh and if you haven't guessed by now the Hellfire Club was and
still is far more that some little social club. Pray you never find out how
wrong you are about that Monet, and never assume that you're mind is
anything but an open book to me."
And with that she turned on her heel and walked down the corridor to the
waiting limo beyond.


***


Emma settled back into the plush leather upholstery of her limo as it sped
towards the airport, only half aware of the beautiful rolling countryside
outside the tinted window as it raced by. Her mind was still lingering on
the shocked look on Monet's face, the way both shame and horror competed for
dominance as the young girl had struggled to find a reply.
Emma felt born again, there had been many dark moments since her departure
for the Hellfire Club where she had secretly feared she had lost her touch,
becoming just another one of Charles's simpering little do-gooders, a
soldier in his misguided moral crusade. But the effortless, yet elegant
defeat of that jumped up little brat Monet had proved to Emma that she still
had what it took.
She was dammed if she was going to be `kept in line' any longer, she was
going to turn her students into the fighters and survivors they would need
to become in order to make it through what the future held. She was adamant
she wasn't going to lose any more students like she had lost her Hellions,
Storm had been wrong when stating that Emma cared little for her students.
Emma remembered her students fondly and held herself responsible for their
untimely deaths. She simply realised that just because you care for your
students it doesn't make it any less likely that they will be brutally
murdered by your enemies, a teacher has to show discipline as well as...love
towards her charges.
Still, a part of her was still very much looking forward to working with
Storm, Emma didn't exactly like Storm and she knew that Ororo would most
likely oppose her methods, but she did respect Storm as only an old enemy
could, and Emma was secretly relishing the challenge she knew the weather
witch would provide her, it would almost be like being back at the Hellfire
Club; verbal sparring, plotting and... maybe a little sexual tension.
Emma adjusted her crisp white skirt slightly as she looked back over her
revenge on Monet; it had been only too easy really; all it took was a little
drugged brandy and some powerful mental suggestions placed directly into
Monet's defenceless sleeping mind. To begin with Emma had simply planed on
wiping the girls memory of her little `indiscretion', but after locating M's
guilty interest in Emma's schoolgirl fantasy as well as her own drunken
attraction to Jubilee she had decided to pay Monet back. Punishing her for
the invasion of Emma's mind and making sure she never tried anything like it
ever again.
With M's repressed feelings in hand the rest had been only too easy, not to
mention extremely satisfying. One day she knew Monet would finally find out
what was done to her, she would start to ask questions, like why there were
no handprints in the plaster above Jubilee's bed, she would ask herself how
Jubilee, a virgin since only the day before had managed to satisfied her so
utterly and completely. And then she would wonder how she had gotten back to
her own room after falling asleep with Jubilee in her arms, but until then
Emma could doubtless have a lot more fun at the little bitch's expense. Emma
sighed as her mind lingered on Monet's own fantasy about making her wait on
Monet, how amusing. But it had definite possibilities for the future, Emma
could just imagine throwing a `special' party for a few of her more liberal
society friends and making the repressed Monet provide the refreshments as
well as the entertainment for her and her `very friendly' female associates.
` Yes,' Emma mused `payback is, in fact, a bitch' and in this case the bitch
was certainly Monet.'



To Be Continued...


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