Xmen Porn Story: into the-x-5

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the simulation room, with Jean kneeling between her spread thighs, Rogue’s thoughts were on nothing more important than her own pleasure. She felt her teammate’s talented tongue flicker teasingly at the entrance to her pussy before darting inside. The strong-willed southern belle moaned softly in pleasure as she looked down at Jean and ran her fingers lovingly through her long, beautiful hair.

They’d been using this room for about a week now and Jean had been extremely eager to return each time Rogue had suggested it. They knew that their teammates were wondering why they kept disappearing from the mansion, but neither girl was even remotely inclined to tell them what they’d been doing together. As far as both Jean and Rogue were concerned, it was no one’s business what they did here. It was no one’s business, except for theirs and John’s.

Even though she hadn’t actually submitted to him yet, Rogue still felt that he had a right to know what they did. Especially since Jean had submitted to him and was now his slave. Thinking of him, at this moment, started to interfere with her pleasure, so Rogue roughly pushed the thoughts away and returned her attention to the woman kneeling between her thighs.

She gasped in pleasure as Jean rubbed her moistened finger against her engorged clit. Rogue’s hand tightened unconsciously in the redhead’s hair, causing Jean to whimper in pain and try to lift her head. But Rogue wasn’t about to let her stop now. She was so close to orgasm and she was determined to find that sweet release before she allowed Jean to move away.

“No way, Jean.” Rogue growled. “Ya better finish what ya started. Unless ya want me tah bust your ass again.”

Jean whimpered once more and tried to pull Rogue’s hand out of her hair. But Rogue tightened her grip even more and Jean let go. As the submissive redhead returned to tongue her friend’s pussy, Rogue released her hair and gently rubbed the soreness away. She knew that she’d been a little too rough with Jean, but she also knew that her friend loved when she was treated that way.

A sudden, deep thrust of Jean’s tongue caused her to gasp once again in sudden pleasure. However, that wasn’t the only surprise in store for the voluptuous young woman. As Jean relentlessly speared her tongue into her pussy, Rogue felt something even longer and thicker sliding in and out of her hot, tight ass. If Rogue hadn’t known about her newfound lover’s telekinetic powers, the sensation would’ve scared her out of her wits. As it was, the southern beauty merely shot an admiring glance at the redhead before allowing a deep moan to escape her slightly parted lips.

She’d both heard and read about women who’d been fucked in two holes at the same time, but this was the first time she’d ever felt it. Even though sex was still a new experience for her, she could definitely see what those women saw in it. It felt absolutely wonderful to the woman who’d spent so many nights dreaming of the day that she could be touched again.

She liked this new sensation so much that she wondered if a real cock would feel any better than Jean’s telekinetic version. But that thought was suddenly blasted from her mind as her orgasm washed over her. Rogue screamed in pleasure and arched off of the bed, nearly knocking Jean onto her back. The hungry-eyed telepath quickly resumed her position between Rogue’s thighs and plunged her tongue back inside her friend’s pussy. Her strong hands clamped firmly upon Rogue’s ass and she held on as best as she could.

The southern beauty’s orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure as she rocked back and forth between Jean’s tongue and the telekinetic cock insistently pounding in her quivering ass. The dual sensation of having both of her holes filled at once was more than Rogue could take at this time. As the last traces of pleasure dissipated, she weakly pushed the redhead away and collapsed onto her back on the bed.

“No more, sugah. Please, no more.” Rogue whispered, still feeling the telekinetic cock moving inside her. “Ah can’t take any more right now.”

“As you wish, mistress.” Jean said, giggling softly and licking the juices from her lips.

Jean rose gracefully to her feet and was about to join Rogue on the bed when a sudden, familiar voice sounded inside their minds. Both girls jumped slightly at the abrupt intrusion. Jean stopped in her tracks and Rogue struggled to lift herself onto her elbows. They closed their eyes and focused more intently upon the voice as it repeated itself.

“Jean. Rogue. I’m going to need the two of you to go on a mission with Cyclops and Nightcrawler very soon. I’m telling you ahead of time because I’m assuming that you’ll need to make yourselves presentable beforehand. Once you have, please find your teammates and bring them to my office.” Professor X told them.

“Yes, Professor.” Both girls replied, telepathically.

Rogue turned to look at Jean and instructed her to end the simulation and to gather up their clothes. Jean nodded submissively and turned toward the computer console in the corner. As she did, she heard movement on the bed and was not surprised when she felt Rogue’s hand sliding over her firm bottom. She gasped softly in pleasure as the southern beauty squeezed her ass gently. Jean looked over her shoulder at her newfound lover and winked at her before making her way over to the computer console.

She quickly ended the simulation and gathered up the clothes as Rogue had told her. Once both of them were dressed, they left to find out what Prof. X wanted with them. They both took hand lights from the first room, so that they’d be able to see as they made their way back. However, before they returned to the mansion, they made sure to add their handprints to the sensor pad’s list of accepted users. Once that was done, and they felt that the door was securely locked, they activated the hand lights and walked quickly along the passage leading to the Professor’s office. As they walked, Jean checked that there were no psionic eavesdroppers. Then she spoke, mind to mind, to Rogue.

“I was just thinking about something. Do you realize that it’s been almost a week since we’ve heard from him?”

“Who, sugah? The Professor? We’ve heard from him every day.” Rogue thought back, looking over at her friend.

“Not him. The one from our dreams. The strong, sexy man we’ve yet to meet in real life.” Jean thought, a grin lifting the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, him. Well, we have been spendin’ a lot o’ time in that special room back there. I reckon it must be shielded against telepaths or somethin’.”

“I’m sure it is. But we haven’t been spending all of our time there. We’ve gone on missions, gone to classes, and even that football game last Saturday.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I wonder what’s up with him. If only he trusted us enough tah tell us where he lived, we’d be able tah go there and see if he’s okay. We’d also be able tah ask him why he wanted tah make us his slaves in the first place.”

“What do you mean, ‘Why’? I don’t really care why.” Jean commented telepathically. “He’s revealed a side of me that I never knew existed. And, besides, you’re not really his slave yet.”

“Ya know what ah mean, Jean.” Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. “If ah’m gonna submit tah him, then ah want to be sure that he’s not just some sick freak who’s abusin’ his mutant powers.”

“I thought you trusted him. Didn’t that dream where you first met him tell you anything?”

“All that told me is that what he was showin’ me was real. Ah gained more trust for him from that, but ah still don’t trust him enough tah submit tah him. If he wants me tah trust him enough tah submit to him, then he’s gonna have tah trust me enough tah meet me in real life.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” Jean replied.

When the two girls reached the blocked doorway that led to Prof. X’s office, they noticed a sensor pad installed in the wall next to it. Assuming that this one was similar to the simulation room’s sensor pad, Jean quickly programmed it with their handprints. She was about to press her hand to it, to open the door, when Prof. X’s voice suddenly rang out inside her mind.

“No, Jean. Don’t open the door just yet. I’m dealing with a sudden problem with one of the students. I will notify you when they have left.”

“Yes, Professor.” Jean replied telepathically.

“Professor? Are you listening to me?” Scott Summers asked, looking at his mentor strangely.

“Yes, of course, Scott. I must be tired. As you young people would say, I just spaced out for a moment.” Prof. X replied.

“I understand, sir. So, can you tell me why Jean and Rogue keep disappearing from the mansion for hours at a time? I’m sorry to keep asking, but, as team leader, I think I deserve to know.”

“Of course you do, Scott. But, unfortunately, I cannot tell you. All I can say is that they are both having similar problems and that they disappear each day because they are trying to overcome them together. I assure you that neither of them is in any danger. So you needn’t worry about them.”

“Yes, Professor.” Scott said, nodding in understanding.

“I would also ask you to not ask them about it because it would cause them unneeded embarrassment. Furthermore, since I know the other students are aware of their disappearances, I would ask that you make it clear to them that they’re also not to ask about these events and that their friends are perfectly safe.” Prof. X told him.

“Yes, Professor. I’ll make sure to brief all of their friends on the situation.”

“Thank you. Could you go find Kurt Wagner for me and bring him here for a mission debriefing? I need to go over a few notes and would rather not use the intercom at this time.”

“Of course, Professor.” Scott answered.

He promptly turned and left the room in search of his fellow X-Man. Prof. X used his mutant tracking ability to see if anyone else was outside his office, then moved to the bookcase that concealed the doorway to the hidden passageway. He pressed his hand to the wall next to it and the bookcase slid upward into the ceiling. Jean and Rogue were revealed on the other side, waiting patiently for permission to leave. Although Rogue looked a little more impatient than did Jean.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” Prof. X told Jean and Rogue. Then, gliding back to his position behind his desk in his hover chair, he continued speaking. “But Scott was just here questioning your many disappearances. I told him that both of you were having problems and that you were trying to overcome them together. I’m sure he won’t question you about them, but some of the other students might. I thought I should warn you ahead of time, so you won’t be surprised when they do.”

“Yes, Professor. Thank you.” Jean replied, stepping over the threshold and into the office.

“Yeah, thanks.” Rogue agreed, likewise stepping into the room. “So what’s our mission gonna be today?”

“That will become clear after you’ve returned with Scott and Kurt.”

Rogue nodded and followed Jean out of the room. Jean was careful to use her telepathic powers to ensure that they didn’t run into anyone on their trek up to their rooms. There would be awkward questions asked, she knew, if anyone detected the scent of sex upon the two of them. However, Jean did feel safe enough to share a brief kiss with her teammate outside her bedroom door. Before anyone had the opportunity to catch them, the redhead slipped into her room and Rogue left for hers.

A short thirty minutes later, the two girls had showered, dressed, found Scott and Kurt in the recreation room, and had made their way to Prof. X’s office. Jean and Rogue both took seats in front of the Professor’s desk. Kurt immediately took a seat next to Rogue, who he still had feelings for, while Scott remained standing behind the three of them. Prof. X gazed at each of them, individually, before telling them why he’d asked them all to come.

“There have been recent reports of mutant activity in a small town in Cumberland County, Kentucky. I would like the four of you to go there and discover the facts of the situation. Any questions?”

“What if we find some mutants there? Do you want us to bring them back here?” Scott asked.

“Only if they want to come. You can offer them a place here and tell them that we’ll help pay for their education while they remain with us.” Prof. X replied. “You all know the drill by now. Please inform me if anything unforeseen develops whilst you are on your mission.”

“Yes, Professor.” They all replied.

Their meeting at its end, the four young mutants trooped out of the room and made their way toward yet another of the mansion’s many hidden doorways. This one led to the underground hangar which housed the impressive Blackbird, the stealth plane that the X-Men used on their various missions. Checking that the way was clear, Scott opened the door and they all stepped inside the elevator.

Within two minutes, the elevator reached the end of its destination. Once the lift had come to a complete stop, the thick metal door opened with a soft whoosh and slid into the small space between the elevator and the wall opposite it. The four X-Men stepped into the room beyond and each of them moved immediately to their own closet. These closets housed each X-Man’s individual team uniform, as well as any necessary paraphernalia that that person might need.

Once they were all suited up, they filed into the Blackbird and took their seats. Jean Grey, otherwise known as Marvel Girl, and Scott Summers, otherwise known as Cyclops, ran through the pre-flight checklist to make sure everything was working properly. When the two of them felt satisfied, they set the stealth plane in motion. The hangar doors slid open as they approached, allowing them to soar out of the opening and off into the bright blue sky. The doors slid closed once the plane had cleared them and the holographic image of mountainside concealed them once again. No one looking at the cliff from the outside would ever know that an aircraft hangar was hidden inside.

“It won’t be long until they find me here.” John thought to himself, pulling the curtain open a tiny bit and peering outside with a critical eye. “I’ve got to find a way to get them off of my trail.”

He didn’t see anyone outside, so he closed the curtain and returned to the bed. Despite sending numerous telepathic feelers as far out as his powers would allow, he hadn’t even detected one single person who had thoughts of harming him running through their minds. But he knew that didn’t mean much. If there really were psionic bounty hunters after him, they’d be more than capable of hiding their thoughts from him. That being the case, he’d have to find some way to detect them before they caught him here at his parent’s house. It was only thanks to a mutant friend of his, J’Embra, that he’d been able to escape his own home before they descended upon it and captured him. The mere thought of that wonderful woman seemed to send his mind careening back through the years, to the night when she first revealed herself to him.

About a week after his tenth birthday, John had awoken from a very vivid nightmare. There hadn’t been very many images in his dream, but there had been what seemed like hundreds of voices all talking at once. Some had been yelling, some had been speaking on a normal conversational level, and others had been barely discernible in the jumble. But it hadn’t been the voices themselves that’d really scared him. It’d been the fact that he’d had no idea from what direction any of the voices had been coming from that’d startled him awake.

It took several minutes before the young man had been able to calm himself down. When he’d finally relaxed, he receive yet another shock. He could still hear several voices inside his head. He was on the verge of getting scared once again, thinking that perhaps he was going crazy, when he suddenly recognized a few of the voices. When he concentrated hard, he was able to pick out the voices of both of his parents, as well as the people in the houses on either side of his parent’s home.

With any other child, this might have sent them into a state of shock. But John had grown up hearing numerous accounts of the mutants who inhabited the world. He’d even heard rumors that a couple of mutants lived in the same, small, suburban neighborhood that he resided in with his mom and dad. So, instead of running to his mom and dad, he lay back down and tried to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to shut out the voices running rampant through his young mind.

He lay awake for an almost an hour before he came up with an idea of how to shut the voices out. He figured that, if concentrating helped him to identify the voices, it might also help him to stop hearing them. So, he made himself comfortable, closed his eyes, and concentrated with all of his might on what he wanted to happen. At first, he didn’t think it was working. But, after several long minutes, he noticed that the voices had grown softer.

He continued to concentrate hard, despite the fact that his head was starting to throb at the temples. It wasn’t until another few minutes had passed that he noticed a new voice trying to make itself heard. It startled him so much, that he lost his focus and all of the voices returned in full measure. He cried out in frustration and was about to resume his efforts when all of the voices suddenly stopped. That is, all but one of the voices.

“Hello, young man.” Said the voice in his head. “I see you’ve just come into your mutant powers. I, too, am a telepath and can help you learn to control the voices in your head. Would you like that?”

“H-how did you know where I am?” the frightened John asked aloud. “And w-who are you?”

“You don’t need to speak aloud, John. Just think what you want to say. Besides, you wouldn’t want to wake your parents. Would you?” Said the voice, a voice he suddenly recognized as female.

“Sorry.” John replied, telepathically. “Who are you?”

“My name is J’Embra. I live with my husband in the house down the street from yours. I think you’ve seen me in my yard when you walked to school. I was the woman sunbathing in her pink bikini. Remember now?”

“Oh, yeah. So, you’re really a mutant? I guess my friends were really telling the truth.”

“Yes, your young friends were telling you the truth. Or, rather, I was telling the truth. I implanted that knowledge into their heads because I knew they would pass it on to you.”

“But why?” John asked, finding it easier with each passing moment to speak mind-to-mind with someone.

“Because kids need things to gossip about.” J’Embra replied, with a soft laugh in his mind. “Your or your little friends would’ve made something up, at some point, anyway. After all, neither my husband nor myself really associate with anyone else in the neighborhood. It’s only natural that gossip about us would start up.”

“No, why did you want them to pass it on to me that you’re mutants?” John asked her.

“I didn’t single you out, young man. I did that to everyone in this neighborhood that I could. I thought that there might be a possibility that another mutant would make their home here. If that happened, I wanted them to know that there was someone that they could talk to about being a mutant. You know, if that had questions about what it’s like. I get lonely with only my husband to talk to about mutant things. I mostly just wanted someone else to talk to. And, since you’re just coming into your powers, I thought I could help you learn to control them. So what do you think?”