X-Men Porn Story : Into the – X

“Hey, Jean!” Hurry up in there! Would ya? You’re not the only one needin’ tah get ready fer school, ya know!”

A soft whimper of pleasure floated out of the bathroom as Rogue awaited her fellow X-Man’s answer. Puzzled, she lifted her gloved hand to knock, but the door suddenly opened to reveal the crimson-haired beauty Jean Grey. One look in her eyes told Rogue all she needed to know.

“Ah know that look.” She whispered, a small grin playing about her soft, full lips.

“What look?” came the predictable response.

“The look of a sexually satisfied woman, sugah! What else?” she replied. Then, moving closer, she asked, “So, who got ya all hot an’ bothered? Was it Scott or Logan? Come on. You can tell me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Rogue. The shower spray accidentally hit me there. And the heat got me a little lightheaded. That’s all.” Jean told her, blushing hotly.

“Okay, sugah.” Rogue replied. It was clear that she didn’t believe one word of Jean’s excuse. “If y’all are done with the bathroom, ah need to get ready.”

“Help yourself.”

With that, she strolled down the hall to her bedroom. All the while feeling Rogue’s eyes on her. Unconsciously, she gave her hips a little extra sway just before entering her room. As the door closed, her eyes went wide with shock.

“Why the hell did I do that?” she thought to herself. “I’m not like that. But the thought of her eyes on me made my pussy tingle and got me so hot. What’s wrong with me?”

Unable to come up with an answer, she put it out of her thoughts. She knew she would have to figure out what made her do that later on, but for now she had to finish getting ready. For a telepath, that simple task is a great deal easier than it is for normal humans. When she wanted to, she could prevent herself from thinking about an unpleasant memory until she’s ready to deal with it. The incident out of her thoughts, she dropped the towel and walked naked to her closet. The air coming through the open window caressed her sensual curves as she picked out something to wear.

Normally, she wouldn’t have done something like this. She had been taught that a lady never walked around naked unless she was about to take a shower or was about to make love. And that was only long enough for her to get in the shower or in the bed. However, her mind had drifted back to the dream she had had just last night. So consumed was she with the unfamiliar images floating through her mind that she didn’t even realize, at the time, what she had done.

She selected a red velour pullover and a pair of tight blue jeans. A pair of red lace panties and a matching bra completed the ensemble. As she stood there, she couldn’t help lifting her hands to her large, rounded breasts. She cupped them in her soft hands and closed her eyes slowly. She let out a soft moan as she squeezed her breasts gently and she felt an immediate response in her pussy.

She knew why she had been so aroused today. The dreams that she had been having lately had revealed another side to her personality. For the last few weeks, she had been dreaming about someone she had never met before. The setting of the dreams was always the same. She would be out at a party with her friends when a strange man would come up to her.

In the first dream, he walked up behind her and rubbed his hand over her well-toned ass. As he did this, he leaned in and told her she had a nice ass. When she turned around to tell him to fuck off, he was already gone. He had disappeared into the crowd of people before she had a chance to spot him.

In the second dream, he went a little further. While his strong hand slid over her shapely ass, he again leaned close to her delicate ear. But instead of whispering to her, his tongue darted out to trace the contours of her ear with the lightest of touches.

This time, instead of trying to turn around to yell at him, she tucked her elbow tight to her side and attempted to jab it straight into his stomach. She had hoped to knock the wind out of him and give herself enough time to catch the little creep. But her elbow never connected with his body. He had disappeared yet again.

In the third dream, she knew she would be ready for him. She pretended to be fully engrossed in her conversations with her friends, but she kept a part of her mind alert for any signs that he had returned. She waited for what seemed like hours, but he never showed up.

Undaunted, she did the same thing in each of her dreams for the next few weeks. And although the dream setting was always the same, the stranger was gone. Perhaps the dream man would never return.

She was glad when that thought came to her. The guy had really bothered her and she hoped that he wouldn’t come back. She knew it was only a dream, but part of her had begun to wonder if it was more than that. She had never heard of anyone having the same dream over and over for almost a month.

Being a telepath, she was well versed in astral projection. She knew a strong telepath could create any setting within another person’s mind that he wanted. She had thought she had guarded against another telepath’s intrusion, but apparently she was wrong. She resolved to resume her mental exercises in hopes of preventing any more of these disturbing dreams.

However, they didn’t help at all. He returned the very next night while she was busy dancing with one of her friends. As she danced, he slipped up behind her and slid his large hand over her shapely hip slowly. Before she could react, he cupped her neatly trimmed, jean covered pussy and gently squeezed it while he told her that he wanted her to show it to him.

His warm breath teased her dainty ear as his other hand glided over her body in the direction of her breasts. Unsure of why she hadn’t reacted sooner, she tried to break out of his grip. But the moment she started to resist, the touches were gone. He had disappeared just as quickly as if he had been a ghost.

The strange thing was that she felt that he had no desire to hurt her in any way. It seemed that he only wanted her body. That he had an almost overwhelming urge to fuck her and to dominate her in every way. After a moment of thought, she was shocked to learn that her pussy throbbed with excitement every time that she thought of being dominated like that.

She had always been the one in control. Whether it was in real life or in her dreams. She always dictated how things would go if she could. She felt it was demeaning if she allowed anyone to control her in any way. With the possible exception of her parents, the older members of her family, and certain authority figures in her life. She didn’t want someone to think they could just walk all over her like she was a doormat. Her parents had taught her better than that.

She also realized that she had no access to her powers in any of the dreams with the stranger. She hadn’t even thought about using them. Was he doing this to her? Had he somehow turned her powers off so she couldn’t retaliate against him? She just had no answer to these disturbing questions.

Looking at the clock, and knowing that she really should get ready for school, she released her breasts and began getting dressed. Bending at the waist, she stepped into her silken panties and slowly pulled them up over her long, shapely legs. She loved the feel of the silk against her skin and it always made her feel so naughty when she wore them.

She knew her mother had never worn anything except plain cotton panties because that was all that she saw in the laundry as she was growing up. She also knew her mother would be shocked if she found out her only daughter was wearing something so risky as silk panties. Yes, her mother definitely wouldn’t approve of her attire, she knew.

But that was part of what made it so exciting. To be doing something that she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of and to be getting away with it. An exciting tingle ran its course through her body as she thought about it, but she quickly suppressed her arousal and finished getting ready.

As the kids left for school, the Professor did his usual scan of the grounds and the immediate area surrounding his family’s estate. He had been monitoring the emotions of his charges and had discovered Jean’s high state of arousal. As this was unusual for the straight-laced girl, he knew some outside force was causing it.

He quickly deduced that it couldn’t have been Scott or Logan. Scott was more interested in tactical situations and battle simulations, than in matters of the heart. If he even thought about a girl for more than a few minutes, it would be a surprise to the Professor.

It could have been Logan, but he had been out of the country for several months with his girlfriend. Ororo Munroe, better known as Storm, had needed a vacation from the pressure of being one of the team leaders of the X-Men. When she mentioned this, shortly after her injury, Logan had chosen to go with her to watch out for her.

They had been very good friends when they left, but had become much closer during her convalescence. As the Professor had found out when speaking with them, they had become a couple shortly after her recovery. And, since then, they had been enjoying a much needed rest.

Admittedly, it had come as a shock to the rest of the X-Men. Jean Grey had been hit especially hard because of her infatuation with Logan. But she quickly realized that it wasn’t love and soon became just as happy for them as was the rest of the team. Once she had realized what her feelings really were, they eventually went away completely.

So, if it wasn’t Scott or Logan, then who could have caused these uncharacteristic feelings in her? There had been no one within sight of his surveillance devices and there had been no mutants within range of his mutant tracking ability. Even when he tried to strengthen that ability with Cerebro, he didn’t find one single mutant with even the slightest desire to bother with Jean.

There were those who had been thinking of her, but not in the way that would suggest they were behind what was happening to her. They were still trying to recover from the latest Sentinel attack and the fact that the whole world now knew about mutants.

It was a perplexing problem for the Professor, but he had never been the type of person who gave up easily. Especially when giving up would mean that a member of his family would end up getting hurt. Which was exactly what he foresaw happening to Jean Grey. She was as much a part of his family as was the rest of his team of X-Men. And he had every intention of getting to the bottom of this little conundrum.

Rogue was having similar problems figuring out Jean’s strange behavior. Unable to touch another human being without absorbing their life energies, Rogue almost constantly thought about what it would be like to have someone hold her, to have someone kiss her, or to have someone make love to her. So she knew, without a doubt, when someone was flirting with her. There was no doubt in her mind that that was what Jean had been doing earlier that morning.

She had no idea that Jean was a lesbian. She seemed to like guys well enough. All you had to do was look at the way she acted around Scott to realize that fact. As Rogue thought about it more, she decided that her friend wasn’t a lesbian after all. She was, at least in Rogue’s opinion, a bisexual person. Which meant that she liked both guys and girls.

But why hadn’t she noticed that about her before now? Rogue prided herself on being able to see things in others that most people wouldn’t even notice. After all, when you’ve watched other people having a normal life as much as she had, it begins to get easier to notice what a person’s body language is saying. She should have noticed what Jean liked within the first few months of her life in the X-Mansion.

However, she had been as completely surprised as the Professor had been upon discovering this unsettling fact about their friend. Perhaps, with a little effort and a little touch, she could find out what was going on with her. Nodding to herself, and returning her focus to the teacher as he rattled on about the state of the country during the Civil War, she decided to find a way to absorb Jean’s memories. She also knew that she had to do it without her friend catching on to what she was doing. Because she would have a hard time explaining her actions if Jean, or anyone else, caught her in the act.

As he laid in bed, he thought about his most recent encounter with her. She still didn’t know what was going on. But she would when the time was right. Of that, he had no doubt.

He held no malice for the stunning redhead. Only a powerful desire to dominate her. It was amazing how little he had to do to get her aroused. She must have been suppressing her sexual needs for many years. He had only the dreams to go by, but he got the impression that she would be a little tigress in bed when the seduction was over. He hadn’t even needed to turn her powers off in the dream.

His own telepathic abilities had revealed that she hadn’t even tried to use them. Her desires had taken over and had clouded her mind. That small act had prevented her from thinking about her powers.

He knew that she was one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. And that she could have destroyed him in the blink of an eye. She could have used her telekinetic powers to, literally, take him apart. But she hadn’t and that was all that mattered.

Still, the thought of dominating one as powerful as Marvel Girl was very exciting. It was also exciting to find out that she had submissive tendencies. She would make a most delicious plaything. Looking down, he noticed that his cock had become hard from the thoughts running through his mind. Not willing to let this moment pass, he stood up and slowly removed his clothes.

He slipped his long, thin fingers under the collar of his favorite t-shirt and slowly pulled it off over his head. He dropped it to the floor carelessly and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tan, knee-length shorts. Pushing them down to the floor, he stepped out of them and kicked them into the farthest corner of his room.

Before he finished undressing, he wrapped his fingers around his rock hard cock through his underwear and squeezed it gently. Moaning in pleasure, his eyes slowly drifted closed as he thought about what he wanted to do to the sexy red-haired X-Man.

He gave her a few moments thought before finally tugging his socks and underwear off and dropping them on top of his shirt. He laid on his back in the middle of his king-sized bed and slowly spread his well-muscled legs. He tweaked his nipples gently, then slowly glided his hands over his broad chest. His fingertips danced across every muscle as he slowly made his way to his needy cock.

He so wanted to just grab his cock and stroke it until he came all over his bed. But he knew it would be so much more enjoyable if he teased himself beforehand. Looking down at his chest, he noticed that his nipples were rock hard points topping his muscular upper body.

He had always been interested in physical fitness and his body was a living testament to that fact. He had spent many hours in the local gym doing every exercise he could think of. He rode the stationary bikes, he used the stair climber, and he walked on the treadmill. He was in peak physical condition for a man his age.

His muscles rippled with barely suppressed power every time he moved and he knew, without even trying, that he could easily kick a football the entire length of a football field. He never had a shortage of dates in high school, but he held no more than a passing interest in any of the girls he dated.

They were a lot of fun in the beginning. But once he got them in bed, that’s where the fun ended. No matter how hard he tried or what he did beforehand, he just couldn’t get excited enough to have sex with them. It was understandably frustrating for him.

At first, he thought there was something wrong with him. He thought for a while that he was gay. But he dismissed that possibility because he still got very excited when he looked at the girly magazines he had stashed under his bed. Then, he thought he was suffering from impotency. So he went to the doctor to find out what could be done about it. But the doctor had told him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

So, after several months of research, he finally found out why the girls never excited him. He had a very dominating personality. He could only get excited if he was in complete control of the girl that he wanted to fuck. She had to be willing to do everything he told her when they were together. She had to, quite simply, give up her right to choose if she wanted to be with him.

Unfortunately, there weren’t that many girls in his high school that had submissive personalities. Most of them were a product of their generation. They had been brought up to believe that allowing a man to completely control your life was wrong. That they should never allow a man to tell them where they could go, what they could do, and with whom they could spend time with.

It took him almost his entire freshman year to find even one girl who was willing to submit to him. But when she did, they both had the times of their lives. After that first night, they had spent as much time as they could having sex. Both of them learned about dominance and submission as they went along.

They read all the books they could find on the subject and tried to recreate what the books talked about during their sexual encounters. They quickly found that they both enjoyed barehanded spankings and role-playing scenes. The role-playing scenes usually involved the naughty schoolgirl and the stern professor or the injured patient and the sexy slut nurse.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked down at his throbbing cock. A drop of pre-cum had formed on the head of his cock while he was thinking about his early days in the dominance and submission lifestyle. His balls were aching with a heavy load of creamy cum that seemed to be just begging to be released.

Unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his fingers around his thick cock near the base and gripped just tight enough to give him the necessary friction. He slowly stroked his hand up and down his burgeoning member as his drifted closed once more. With a slight twist of his wrist, he gently slid his thumb over the head of his cock. A soft gasp of pleasure emanated from his lips at the exquisite feelings this brought out in him.

He didn’t want to cum to soon, so he kept his strokes slow and gentle as he once again pictured Jean Grey in her X-Man uniform. The tight-fitting spandex molded to her luscious form like a second skin and covered nearly every square inch of her body. The only thing it didn’t cover was her head and parts of her hands.