X-Men Porn Story: jean

X-Men Porn Story: jean

The incident had started innocently enough during morning exercises. The day started as every day at Xavier’s School for the Gifted, with a brisk, dangerous, team mission in the Danger Room. Cyclops had ordered the small cadre of Blue Team members into the mission at five in the morning. The team consisted of Cyclops, the team leader, Jean Grey, his redheaded wife and spitfire, Wolverine, the animalistic weapon of the team, Jubilee, the young asian student, Rogue, the team’s powerhouse, and Gambit, the cajun thief.

The mission was simple attack and deflect. Cyclops had programmed in waves. The team had their backs against a building, and groups of attackers would try to get past them, the mission being that they wouldn’t. The first wave was easy enough, about twenty Friends of Humanity fanatics with fork-pitches and torches. Wolverine was the first to attack, of course. Six, foot long knives, unsheathed themselves from the back of his hands, three each. He launched himself at the group, taking roughly twelve out with his first lunge. As he was finishing the other eight, a streak of crimson energy arched over his shoulder. 

Cyclops had released his optic blasts from the ruby quartz visor that held his destructive mutant power at bay. The beam hit with the overpowering force of a runaway freight train. He had successfully disassembled the first in a row of Sentinels. Sentinels were robots, roughly 12 feet tall. Each robot was armored in purple and maroon metal. They were programmed to hunt, capture, or even kill people born with the mutant potential. The second robot was destroyed when Rogue flew up the 12 feet, and punched the robot in the face, removing the head clean from the shoulders. Unfortunately, Wolverine was in the fall path of the head. Just before it crushed Wolverine, the head inexplicably stopped and floated there.

“Now you owe me one, Logan.” the fiery redhead, also known as Phoenix, said to Wolverine, as she used her telekinetic powers to hurl the head into the next Sentinel. Just as Wolverine was about to respond with a snide remark, he was hit by an unknown force, the third wave had started. 

The Danger Room was equipped to program any foe. The third and final wave, was one of the X-Men’s deadliest foes. The force that had hit Wolverine and launched into the fourth floor window, was none other than his oldest enemy, Sabertooth. As Sabertooth approached, hit was hit by four small explosions, one after the other. The final two members of the team had attacked, Jubilee and Gambit. Jubilee had the power to shoot small, multi-colored orbs of plasma the team affectionately referred to as “fireworks”. Gambit was able to “charge” the kinetic potential of objects into destructive forces, his preferred weapon, playing cards.

The duo had succeeded in moving Sabertooth back, but as they prepared a second volley, a Sentinel attacked from the rear. The two scattered, as Cyclops engaged. Jean was telekinetically moving debris off of the fallen Wolverine, so she did not notice the shadow appearing behind her. Had this been the real world, he telepathic powers would have picked up “traces” of Sabertooth’s mind. Unfortunately, this was a computer-generated version, and had no mind to trace. She noticed with a start, that the lumbering powerhouse was in behind her. She barely had time to raise a telekinetic shield, before he brought his massive, armed, claw down across where her midsection was. The force hit her like an actual punch, Sabertooth was strong, she didn’t think she could survive another blow. Just then, she was picked up, and moved out of the path of another blow. Wolverine had saved her.

And then it happened, Wolverine’s hand brushed slightly against Jean’s breast. Normally, it would have been just a passing “accident”. Jean was a telepath, however, and knew Wolverine had intended on the brush, and had actually gotten excited from the touch. Jean, as said before, was a fiery redhead. She stood just under six-feet tall, was around 120 lbs., and had a sultry 38 D cup size. Anyone seeing her would not be able to shield their lustful thoughts from her. Ever since puberty, her mentor, Charles Xavier, had trained her to block the thoughts of men. 

Wolverine left Jean and attacked Sabertooth. She had to admit, the sight of the stout, short, muscular man, lunging at the powerhouse was intoxicating. She watched as the taut muscles flexed as he attacked. She felt a twinge in her gut and lower as he finished the man off.

“End Sequence” came the call of their leader Scott “Cyclops” Summers. The scene vanished, replaced with a cold metal room. First out of the room was Jubilee, no doubt rushing for the school’s car, heading into town, for the mall. She was small, tight, and extremely bouncy. She had boy-cut black hair, always held back by her trademark red shades. She wore a yellow leather jacket over a short, mid-driff bearing red shirt, and short, black leather shorts. She had small bouncy breasts, around 36 C. Her Asian bearing was masked by her late teenage hyper-activity.

Next, was the lithe mister Summers. He was 6 foot tall. His slim frame hid his muscular cut. He was cursed to wear ruby quartz glasses at all times. Following him was his vivacious wife Jean. As always, Wolverine followed closely behind. Bringing up the rear was Gambit and Rogue.

“Next time, chere, you reward ole Remy wit a kiss,” Gambit flirted.

“In your dreams, swamp-rat.” 

“Petite, you always in Gambit’s dreams.” The pair had always had a stumbling relationship. Gambit was a shadowy thief from the French Quarter of New Orleans. He was around 6’1″, muscular with an athletes body. He wore longish hair that was usually pulled back by a head sash. His affection was directed towards a large, 6’3″ woman, also known as Anna Marie. Little was known about Rogue’s life before her mutant powers had activated. She was a young, Louisiana teenager, on her first date. When she kissed her date, the stress and hormones probably paired to activate her mutant powers of absorption. She was instantly imbued with the memories and thoughts of her date. Her fear masked the feelings of the boy, but she remembers today the lust the boy had for her, and the things he had wanted to do to her. 

Gambit and Rogue had never been intimate, Rogue could never control her powers enough to touch anyone with skin to skin contact. Thus, their relationship had always been tease and disappoint.

Later that night, Jean could not get the “accident” out of her mind. She was one part disgusted and one part excited. She had always in the back of her mind wondered what Wolverine, also known as Logan, would be like in bed. Scott was regiment, almost military in sex. She enjoyed the time with her husband, and always reached orgasm, but it had lately gotten boring. Logan always seemed like he could ravish a woman, go all night, before releasing her from his rapture. She had, and would, never sample him, but the thought was intoxicating.

At dinner, she put her revenge into action.

As they sat around the table, Jean began to insert images, “non-chalantly” into Logan’s mind. It wasn’t hard, as he usually pictured her tight body in the nude. All she had to do was keep the images in the fore-front of his mind. She had to admit, the images he came up with, were making her hot and wet. It was all she could do to sit still at the table, knowing she was pooling in her seat.

After dinner, she slowly made her way up the stairs, knowing that Logan was behind her. Scott had gone to bed early, like a good “soldier”. She sauntered up the steps, making sure to wiggle her ass right in Logan’s face. She knew, as they parted at the top of the stairs, that Logan was frustrated. His hyper-animal senses, the mutant ability that made him an X-man, betrayed her scent. He knew she was wet, and in his terms, “in-heat”. She could also tell he had a raging hard-on by the way he maneuvered himself so as not to face her directly or from the side. She turned first and walked away. Then Logan turned, frustrated, and walked to his room. When Jean was sure he was in his room and the hallway was clear, she sneaked back around the corner to the edge of his room.

She used her mutant powers to “feel” inside his room. Using her telekinesis, she could create a mental image of his entire room, including the slumbering brute on the bed. She created a telekinetic hand next. The Hand made its way to the bed, slithered up Logan’s leg, and under the sheets. As any animal, Logan always slept in the nude. Even in a deep sleep, the man’s large cock was rock hard. With her ability, she could “feel” every wrinkle and vein in his tool. Now, Jean got her revenge.

Using her gift, she used the telekinetic hand to massage the man’s cock. She rubbed slowly, moving from the base to the tip, rubbing with all “fingers”. She could the man twitch and begin to toss and turn. She created a second hand to massage his balls, as she began to pick up pace, moving the skin up and down. She could feel him tense, knew he was only seconds away from blowing his wad all over the Egyptian sheets that were requisite in each room. Just as he was about to get the release his body desperately needed, she withdrew her powers and walked back to the room she shared with Scott. She could not conceal the smile that crept onto her face as she felt the man’s frustration.

Jean got back to her room quietly, using her powers to levitate over the second floor. She entered the room and could sense Scott was dreaming lazily. As she removed her clothes and got into bed, she brushed against her husband, and could feel his erection. Using the psychic rapport they shared, she could see the scene playing out in his head. He dreamed of Jean, on the beach, bent over a palm tree that was growing almost sideways. In his dream, Scott was taking Jean from behind. She was turned-on as she noticed her face in his mind, crying out in ecstasy. She was so hot after her vengeance, that she could not wait. She gave Scott a telepathic nudge, and he rolled onto his back, still deep in sleep. Her man’s cock created a tent with the sheets as his cock stood straight up. She moved the sheets off him, slid on top, and lowered herself onto his chest. As her breasts crushed against his chest, Jean felt an electric shock run down her body as Scott’s hair brushed her erect nipples.

Jean reached down and gathered some of her juices onto her hand. She then smeared her juices onto Scott’s cock until it was nice and wet.

Jean then pushed up slightly, and allowed Scott to thrust into her. In Scott’s dream, the ocean was washing onto them as he laid on the beach with Jean riding him. She could actually feel the warm sun on her skin, Scott’s dreams were always vivid. She turned her attention back to reality, as she felt Scott begin to piston into her. She could feel his cock expand into her, filling her up completely. It was such rush to be doing this, Scott asleep, and Jean riding him for all he was worth.

Jean began to feel a tingle. The rush began in her toes, and spread up through her entire body. She took over for Scott, writhing on top of him. Her breasts began to lift and fall, as she picked up pace. With one hand on his chest for support, she took her other hand and began pinching and rotating her nipples, first one, then the other. Scott began to twitch beneath her. A quick “peek” into his dream showed a tropical mirror of the scene taking place in their bed. She could feel him tense, and knew he was close. She gave herself into the feeling, bouncing vigorously on her husband’s cock. She felt his cock twitch as he began to feel her with his hot cum. As the first volley splashed inside her, she lost all composure, and erupted in an intense orgasm. 

All at once, she felt a rush of air, and just barely caught them, as they fell. During the intense lovemaking, Jean had levitated the pair. She slowly lowered them to the bed, lazily pulled herself off of Scott, and laid next to him. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt movement next to her.

“Ok, from now on, you call the shots.” Cyclops kissed her bare shoulder lazily, and Jean fell happily asleep.

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