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Friday, July 30, 2004

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Die folgende Geschichte ist Teil einer interaktiven Geschichte von CHYOO.
Sie ist NUR F�R ERWACHSENE �BER 18 JAHREN geeignet. Wer sich selber an dieser
interaktiven Geschichte beteiligen m�chte, ist dazu herzlich eingeladen.


Titel: Braut in schwarzen H�nden (MMMf, NC, IR) by MACC

Inhalt: Junges Brautpaar landet statt auf der Hochzeitsreise im Schwarzenghetto


Jimmy und Mandy Smith drehen sich noch einmal um und winken ihren Eltern und den
zahlreichen G�sten noch einmal herzlich zu. Dann steigen sie rasch in den neuen
Wagen, ein gemeinsames Hochzeitsgeschenk ihrer Eltern, und machen sich auf den
Weg zum Flughafen in ihre Flitterwochen auf den Bahamas. �Wir sind sehr sp�t
dran, Honey! Aber keine Sorge, wir schaffen das schon! Ich kenne da eine
Abk�rzung ..."

Die achtzehnj�hrige Amanda, genannt Mandy, sieht ihren frischangetrauten Ehemann
verliebt von der Seite an und dr�ckt sanft seinen Arm. Sie vertraut ihm voll und
ganz. Obwohl sie beide noch sehr jung sind und sich auch erst seit knapp einem
Jahr kennen, ist sie sich hundertprozentig sicher, mit ihm die richtige Wahl
getroffen zu haben. Sie malt sich ihre gemeinsame Zukunft in den rosigsten
Farben aus. In ein paar Jahren wird ihr Schatz ein erfolgreicher Rechtsanwalt
sein, und sie wird sich um das Haus und die gemeinsamen Kinder k�mmern.

Jimmy setzt vorschriftsm��ig den Blinker und f�hrt vom Freeway herunter. Durch
die Abk�rzung mitten durch die Stadt hindurch hofft er, etwa eine halbe Stunde
an Fahrzeit einzusparen. Allerdings sieht der Stadtteil, durch den sie hindurch
m�ssen, zu dieser sp�ten Uhrzeit sehr finster und ungem�tlich aus, wie sie
besorgt feststellen m�ssen. So ganz anders als der Vorort mit seinen
blitzsauberen ObereMittelklasseVillen, in dem sie beide wohnen. Jimmy gibt
unwillk�rlich Gas, um rasch aus dieser wenig einladenden Gegend zu kommen.

Zehn Minuten sp�ter mu� Jimmy sich eingestehen, dass er sich zu allem �berfluss
auch noch verfahren hat. Vergeblich sucht er nach irgendwelchen
Hinweisschildern. Da kommt aus einer dunklen Seitenstra�e pl�tzlich ein
unbeleuchter Wagen. Mandy schreit erschrocken, und Jimmy tritt �berrascht
auf die Bremse. Ihr Wagen kommt ins Schleudern und rammt mehrere M�lltonnen auf
dem B�rgersteig, bevor er schlie�lich zum Stehen kommt.

�Auch das noch!" denkt Jimmy und steigt aus, um sich den Schaden an dem neuen
Wagen anzusehen. Eine Scheinwerferlampe ist hin, und ein Reifen hat einen
Platten. Mandy steigt ebenfalls aus. In ihrem kurzen duftigschwingenden
apricotfarbigen Kleidchen, das gut zu ihren blondengelockten Haaren passt, sieht
sie einfach umwerfend aus. Mehr vor Angst als vor K�lte zitternd verschr�nkt sie
die Arme vor ihren gutentwickelten Br�sten. �Was sollen wir nur machen, Jimmy?"
fragt sie mit d�nner Stimme.



�Wir m�ssen nach einem Telefon suchen und unsere Eltern anrufen, Mandy!" Jimmy
und Mandy sehen sich ratlos um. Die H�user in der Stra�e sind heruntergekommen,
die T�ren mit Gittern verriegelt, die Fenster dunkel und verschlossen. �berall
auf den Stra�en liegt M�ll und sonstiger Unrat herum. �Mein Gott, in was f�r
eine schlimme Gegend sind wir hier nur geraten, Jimmy!"

Jimmy sieht in einigen hundert Meter Entfernung die blinkenden Lichter eines
Lokals leuchten. �Sieh mal dort, Mandy! Da sind sicher Menschen, die uns helfen
werden. Wir sollten dort hingehen und nach einem Telefon fragen!" meint Jimmy
unsicher. Mandy nickt zustimmend. Sie verschlie�en ihr Auto und machen sich auf
den Weg.

Als Jimmy und Mandy n�herkommen, h�ren sie aus dem Lokal dumpfe Musik. Vor der
T�re stehen zwei gro�gewachsene T�rsteher. Es sind Schwarze! Sie sehen das sich
n�hernde junge P�rchen geringsch�tzig an. Es ist f�r sie ganz offensichtlich,
dass sich die beiden wei�en Kinder hier ins tiefste Schwarzenghetto verirrt
haben m�ssen.

Jimmy h�lt Mandys Hand und dr�ckt sie ganz fest. ��hem ... ich ... wir hatten
einen Unfall und suchen nach einem Telefon! K�nnten wir vielleicht bei ihnen
telefonieren?" Der eine schwarze T�rsteher mustert sie weiter mit unbewegtem
Gesicht, w�hrend der andere eine auffordernde Kopfbewegung in Richtung der
Lokalt�re macht.

��h, vielen Dank!" Jimmy will sogleich hineingehen, doch Mandy z�gert noch.
�Sollen wir da wirklich hineingehen, Jimmy?" fl�stert sie ihm zu. �Ich habe
irgendwie Angst davor, was uns da drinnen erwartet!"



�Du brauchst �berhaupt keine Angst zu haben, Mandy!" spricht Jimmy seiner jungen
Braut gro�spurig Mut zu. �Ich bin ja bei dir und werde dich schon besch�tzen!
Aber wenn es dir lieber ist, dann gehe ich alleine hinein, w�hrend du hier
drau�en bleibst und auf mich wartest!"

�Wenn du nichts dagegen hast, bleibe ich lieber hier drau�en vor dem Lokal
stehen und warte auf dich!" meint Mandy. �Dieses Lokal kommt mir irgendwie
unheimlich vor! Beeil dich bitte mit dem Telefonieren, dass du rasch wieder bei
mir bist und wir bald von hier fortkommen!"

Jimmy gibt seiner jungen Braut einen Ku� und verschwindet im Eingang des Lokals.
Mandy l�chelt die beiden schwarzen T�rsteher unsicher an ...



Mandy wartet nun schon zehn Minuten darauf, dass ihr Br�utigam Jimmy wieder aus
dem Lokal herauskommt. Sie wird immer nerv�ser. Hoffentlich ist ihrem geliebten
Schatz da drinnen nichts Schlimmes zugesto�en!

Sie wartet �ngstlich noch weitere f�nf Minuten, dann wendet sie sich
hilfesuchend an die beiden schwarzen T�rsteher, die sich die ganze Zeit leise
unterhalten haben: �Entschuldigen Sie bitte, k�nnten Sie bitte mal nachsehen, wo
mein Mann bleibt?"

Die beiden Neger starren Mandy einen Moment an. �Aber klar, junge Miss! Ich
werde mal nach ihm sehen!" meint dann einer der beiden und geht in das Lokal
hinein, w�hrend der andere T�rsteher mit Mandy alleine drau�en bleibt.

Wieder vergehen endlose Minuten, in denen nichts passiert. Endlich �ffnet sich
wieder die T�re und der schwarze T�rsteher kommt wieder heraus � ohne Jimmy.
�Ihr Mann kann im Moment leider nicht kommen, er ist gerade sehr besch�ftigt!"
meint er und kratzt sich dabei verlegen grinsend am Kopf.

Mandy ist einfach fassungslos! Ihr frischangetrauter Br�utigam Jimmy l�sst sie
in ihrer Hochzeitsnacht ganz alleine stehen und stundenlang warten. �Bringen Sie
mich bitte zu ihm!" sagt sie entschlossen zu dem T�rsteher. Der hebt beide Arme
in die Luft. �Okay, wenn Sie es so wollen!"



Der T�rsteher f�hrt die junge Braut durch mehrere G�nge und mitten durch die
ausschlie�lich von m�nnlichen schwarzen G�sten besuchte schummrige Bar. Mandy
kann Jimmy nirgends entdecken. In einem weiteren dunklen Gang bleibt der Neger
vor einer geschlossenen T�re stehen. Aus dem Zimmer ert�nt ein lustvolles
rhythmisches St�hnen!

Der Neger nimmt Mandy an der Hand und �ffnet die T�re zum Zimmer. Auf einem
gro�en Bett in der Mitte des Zimmers liegt ihr Ehemann Jimmy nackt auf dem
R�cken und hat seine H�nde auf den breitausgepr�gten Pobacken einer nackten
Schwarzen, die wild auf seinem Schwanz reitet! �Oh ja, du geiler wei�er Ficker!
Bums deine Stute richtig durch!" ruft die Schwarze erregt.

Mandy ist wie vor den Kopf geschlagen! Ihr Mann betr�gt sie in ihrer
Hochzeitsnacht mit einem schwarzen Flittchen! Was f�r eine Entt�uschung und was
f�r eine Schande! Kaum verheiratet ist ihre Ehe bereits wieder zu Ende! So etwas
Gemeines h�tte sie Jimmy niemals zugetraut!

�Oh, hallo, Mandy, mein Sch...atsilein! Komm und leg disch su uns! Darf isch dir
Tammy vorschtellen!" murmelt Jimmy. Offensichtlich ist er sturzbetrunken!

Mandy l�uft weinend aus dem Zimmer. Der schwarze T�rsteher packt Mandy rasch an
der Hand, legt seinen Arm tr�stend um ihre Schultern und f�hrt sie in ein
anderes Zimmer. Mandy folgt ihm willenlos.

Der Neger setzt sich mit ihr zusammen auf eine Bettcouch, w�hlt in seiner
Hosentasche und holt ein durchsichtiges Plastikt�tchen mit mehreren kleinen
wei�en Pillen hervor. Er nimmt zwei Pillen aus dem T�tchen und steckt sie Mandy
in den Mund. �Hier, nimm die, das wird dir helfen!"



�Heute ist unsere Hochzeitsnacht!" schluchzt Mandy hemmungslos. �Dieser Mistkerl
betr�gt mich in unserer Hochzeitsnacht mit dem erstbesten Flittchen, das ihm
�ber den Weg l�uft! Und dabei habe ich ihm v�llig vertraut!"

Der Neger legt seinen Arm mitf�hlend um Mandys schmale Schultern und zieht das
blonde M�dchen an sich. Inzwischen sp�rt Mandy, wie die beruhigende Wirkung der
Pillen einsetzt. Sie f�hlt sich irgendwie m�de und nachgiebig.

�Vergi� diesen kleinen Mistkerl einfach!" tr�stet sie der Neger. �Du bist
wirklich viel zu gut f�r ihn! Du hast was besseres verdient im Leben!" Er beugt
sich �ber Mandy und gibt ihr zun�chst einen fl�chtigen Ku�.

Mandy gelingt es einfach nicht mehr, ihre Gedanken beisammen zu halten. Aber in
der Umarmung dieses gro�en Negers f�hlt sie sich irgendwie besch�tzt und
geborgen, zum ersten Mal an diesem Abend!

�Ich wusste da eine gute M�glichkeit, wie du es diesem Mistkerl heimzahlen
k�nntest!" sagt der Neger, legt dabei seine schwarze Hand auf Mandys Knie und
l�sst sie langsam ihren nackten Oberschenkel hinauf gleiten ...



�Was soll ich denn tun?" fragt Mandy den Neger apathisch und kichert nur leise
vor sich hin, weil er sie z�rtlich an ihrem Hals k�sst. Ohne dass sie es
bemerkt, gleitet seine Hand immer weiter ihren Oberschenkel hinauf, bis ihre
nackten Beine ganz entbl��t sind.

�Du musst nur deine Beine spreizen, Kleines!" antwortet der Neger zunehmend
erregt. �Oh ja, so ist�s richtig! Mach sie ganz weit auseinander!" Der Neger
starrt auf den hauchd�nnen, durchsichtigen wei�en Stoff zwischen ihren Beinen,
unter dem sich ihre klaffende Fickspalte deutlich abzeichnet.

Mit den Fingern schiebt der Neger den Stoff ihres H�schens vorsichtig zur Seite
und entbl��t so ihren flaumigen blonden Haarbusch und das jungfr�uliche enge
F�tzchen. Forschend schiebt er seinen dicken Mittelfinger in das rosane L�chlein
hinein, gefolgt von einem zweiten und sogar noch einem dritten Finger.

Mandys Jungfernh�utchen ist zum Zerrei�en gespannt. Sie beginnt unwillk�rlich zu
st�hnen und ihr Becken rhythmisch zu bewegen. Der Neger grinst zufrieden. Jetzt
hat er die kleine wei�e Fotze endlich soweit! �Wenn ich dein wei�es F�tzchen in
Betrieb genommen habe, wirst du die Attraktion unseres Clubs werden!" fl�stert
er ihr ins Ohr.



W�hrend der geile Neger mit der einen Hand weiter Mandy�s jungfr�uliches
Teenagerf�tzchen aufreizend befummelt, �ffnet er mit der anderen Hand seinen
Hosenstall und holt seinen inzwischen bocksteifen Negerschwanz aus der Hose
hervor. �Warte, meine Kleine, jetzt wirst du gleich zu einer richtigen gefickten
Frau gemacht! Und wenn ich mit dir fertig bin, wirst du nie wieder mit einem
wei�en Schwanz gl�cklich sein!"

Der Neger richtet sich auf und kniet sich zwischen Mandy�s gespreizten Beine.
Mandy l�chelt ihn in ihrem Drogenrausch gl�cksselig an. Er fasst ihren schmalen
wei�en Slip und rei�t ihn ihr mit einem kurzen Ruck vom Leib.

Ihr Kleid ist bis zu den H�ften hinaufgerollt, so da� ihr blondlockiger
Jungm�dchenscho� nun v�llig entbl��t vor ihm liegt. Er packt Mandy�s Fesseln,
hebt ihre Beine hoch in die Luft und dr�cke ihre Knie nach oben gegen ihre
Brust, so da� ihr F�tzchen ganz weit ge�ffnet wird.

Dann legt er sich mit seinem vollen Gewicht auf das junge M�dchen und f�hrt
seine kugelige Eichel zwischen die klaffenden Schamlippen in ihr hei�es
Fickl�chlein hinein, bis das Jungfernh�utchen ganz straff um seine St�nderspitze
gespannt ist.

�Oh, ja, jetzt wirst du gebumst !!!!!" keucht der Neger, als er, als er mit
einem harten Sto� Mandy�s Jungfernh�utchen sprengt und dann z�gig tiefer
gleitet. Er schiebt seine gro�en H�nde unter ihre wohlgerundeten Pobacken, hebt
sie an und st��t erneut zu.

Mandy schreit unwillk�rlich auf, als der riesige Negerschwanz innerhalb einer
Sekunde bis zum Anschlag in ihrem zarten Scho� verschwindet. Nun beginnt der
Neger sie in einem verhaltenen, gleichbleibenden Rhythmus zu ficken ...



Fortsetzung folgt! Schreibt mir bitte, wie es weitergehen soll!

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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Exploring the Emptiness pt2





When I awoke, I had no senses about me. I was in utter confusion. My
eyes opened at the ceiling, the light on the bedside table casting upon it,
and tried to understand what was felt different. I wasn't panicked, I felt
unusually calm, peaceful, but still something was off. Taking inventory of
my body, I felt my legs, and chest, and my, oh! I still had my finger
plunged into my pussy! I had passed out so fast, it hadn't come out. I
began to withdraw it, and shivered and the tingles that shot to my brain
from within. Finally it was out and I lay my hand upon my stomach, the
other cast off to the side where it had flown when I orgasmed. So that's
what it was all about. Finally I understood what the talk and the worry
and planning and games were about. I lay there, taking thankfully deep
breaths as I felt my heart pound within my chest. A new feeling was
starting to make its presence known as well. My pussy was actually
throbbing. I could feel my heartbeat, or what felt like my heartbeat
pounding inside, like a drum pounding a slow rhythmic beat. I also felt
wet. My whole crotch, from the top of my pussy to my asshole was damp,
cooling exposed to the air. I felt like I had put on a pair of damp swim
panties on. I rolled over, and sat up, my feet on the floor, then stood. I
felt weak. My legs seemed barely able to carry me. I turned, and caught
sight of the bed. Below where I had been lying, a small damp spot lay. I
knew it was me, my "juice" leaking out. Naked I headed for the kitchen and
water. The fire had died down a bit, so after getting a glass, I threw a
few logs on it. I was no longer quite so out of it, and not really tired,
just contented. As I was about to sit on the couch, I remembered how wet I
felt, and reached a hand between my legs. I was still soaked. Fuck it,
and I sat down, not caring if my pussy left a spot the couch. I sat there,
in front of the fire, hunched over with my elbows on my knees and tried to
make sense of what I was feeling. My hair was clinging to me; my skin
having a sheen from the sweat it had produced a few minutes ago. I had
just had my most intense orgasm of my life, so intense that it made me
question I had actually ever had one before, and I was still coming to
terms with it. My body felt different, my mind felt different. I sat
there in front of the fire relaxing, just seeing what happened. What
happened was I got a little chill. I hadn't realized how wet I was,
period, not just between my legs. I scooted off the couched and lay down
before the fire. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around
them, hugging myself. I felt a little strange, but I couldn't put a finger
on it, just weird. I sat there inches from the fire and still was amazed
at how super sensitive I was. I could feel the rug between my cheeks,
tickling my asshole. The fire was hottest my pussy. The longer I sat, the
warmer it got. You would think that sitting with my soaking crotch 2 feet
away from a fire would dry it up, but it didn't, I could still feel how wet
I was, it didn't stop. In fact it began to feel good. The best I can
describe it, imagine putting your hair dryer on low and letting it blow
directly on you. I released my legs and leaned back on my arms, still
letting the fire warm my pussy. I thought about what was nagging me, and
kept coming back to the same sense of longing. What I was longing for is
what I couldn't figure out. I lay there, staring at the fire, letting its
warmth dry me, everywhere but my crotch, which just felt good, and tried to
reason through it. I didn't get anywhere, except frustrated. Feeling
warm, I got up and got my purse. I pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one
up. I don't smoke often, but sometimes I just need it. I still couldn't
shake the feeling I had. Just longing. I went to the kitchen, growing
accustomed to the dampness between my legs now and poured myself a glass of
white wine with 2 ice cubes in. Back before the fire I smoked and sipped
my wine.

I had pretty much blanked my mind when it hit me, what I was longing
for. More. I wanted more. This was a revelation. Just shows you how out
of touch with my body I am/was. I had had what all the fuss about, and I
wanted more. Grinning, I slid back across the rug, letting it tickle my
butt, and leaned against the couch. I threw the cigarette in the fire and
let my hand find its way to my bare pussy. In front of the fire, I slid 2
fingers down, one on each side of my clit, and spread them, opening my
entire sex. I let the heat warm my inner outer parts, until my fingers
slipped from the moisture. Getting hot again, I felt it rising from
between my legs and flushing my body. More accustomed to myself now, I
pushed a finger inside, aware of the intense heat my own body was giving
off inside. Daring, I added another finger, and began moving them in and
out, like a cock. I giggled at the squishy noises this action provided.
As silly as I felt, I couldn't deny the pleasure I was getting from it. 2
fingers gave a nice feeling, fuller than just one had, but I also was
staying away from that little spot I knew was so close. I needed to
explore. Leaning my head back, I let y fingers move in and out of my wet
little hole, until I felt a little trickle run down my ass again. God, I
am a slut now aren't I. Two fingers felt better than 1, so I figured I'd
try 3. Gently I pulled the 2 in me out, and ran the 3rd between the folds
to get it wet like the other 2, then began pushing them all in. I felt
myself opening as they slid in, and felt my walls squeeze back at them,
trying to deny them entrance. I tried to relax, and they all slid in
easily. It was hard to try and move them in and out, so I just lay there,
imbedded in me. Don't ask my why, but I pulled them out and looked at
them.

I could see the wetness coating my skin, like John's cock when he pulled
out of me. Without realizing what I was doing, I put one in my mouth and
sucked. I was tasting my own wetness! And I can't say it was bad. Salty,
unlike anything I had tasted before. I removed the first finger from my
mouth and started on the second, then the third. By the third, I was
getting pretty worked up again, I felt dirty and liberated at the same
time. Feeling some sense of urgency, but wanting to prolong my exploration,
I decided I needed to cool down a bit. I reached over and pulled an ice
cube out of my glass of wine. It was slippery as it was melting, but I
rubbed it over my nipples and relished the tightening it provided as the
came to full attention, almost painfully. Tracing a glistening line down,
between my breasts over my navel and finally to the top of my pussy, I
shivered as the frozen liquid caressed my skin. Now sitting atop the split
between my legs, I gingerly moved it down, brushing aside what little hood
was still covering my clit, pausing as the cold made it throb harder. I
couldn't take too much, it was cold, so I continued farther down, between
the inner lips of my pussy, over my hole, across the skin separating it
from my ass and finally pausing, as I had on my clit, against, my asshole.
That was cold, so I moved it back up into my pussy, gliding it between the
lips until finally resting at the entrance to my hole. I pushed, feeling
myself open as the irregularly shaped ice pressed inward. Honestly I was
concentrating too much to notice if it was cold, until pop, it slipped out
of my hand up inside. I simply sat for a minute, not really sure what to
do. I have friends who have lost things in there before, but I have no
personal experience with it. I tried pushing; I could feel it in there.
But it didn't want to cooperate. It wasn't cold, in fact I couldn't feel
the cold, I could only feel its edges, like a little pebble in your shoe,
except that it was in my pussy. Oh well, I figured it would eventually
melt and run out anyway, so I decided to leave it. Hot as I was down
there, It wouldn't last long, and with all the moisture I was producing on
my own, I doubted I would even notice it running out. This little side
trip had its desired effect; I had cooled down some. I still felt antsy,
but not in any rush, free to explore again. The problem was, I didn't know
what to do. I had three fingers in there, and that didn't feel bad, should
I try more? I started thinking about things I had heard of other people
doing, hot dogs-ewe, vibrators-don't have one, vegetables? OK. So I got
up, and immediately felt the ice cube, or what I should say was the ice
cube come pouring out from between my legs, enough that it made a little
splatter as it hit the floor. I had to giggle. Boy if I'm going to be a
regular at this, I gotta remember to be better prepared. In the fridge, I
found a few things to try. A carrot, the ubiquitous cucumber, half gone,
and a lime. Didn't think the lime would work too well, but I brought it
anyway. Back in front of the fire, I laid out my "toys" and lay down to
see what happened. My cooling off was wearing off, I felt empty again, so
I grabbed the carrot. The thin end looked pretty pointy, so I decided to
go with the thicker end first. Rubbing the orange vegetable between my
lips, it slid easier and easier as it picked up my juice. What a strange
sensation, I could feel the ripples of its length, the slightly rough
texture, especially as it passed over my clit, which seemed to have
developed its own sense of feel. I had always known it was sensitive, and
produced pleasurable feelings in me, but now that I was paying attention to
it, I marveled at the amount of sensitivity it had. Deciding it was now or
never, I tilted it down, so that it pointed directly at me, and pushed. I
felt myself opening, accepting this strange intruder. I could feel the
ripples of the carrot as it pushed past the very opening to my hole, my
walls bulging and contracting as it hugged its shape. Still I pushed and
more sank into me, hitting and deflecting off my insides as it traveled
deeper in. Finally I felt it meet resistance, and a strange pressure
inside. Pushing very gently I bumped the carrot against my cervix, until
it seemed to slip, and traveled another inch inside! I panicked, thinking
I had done something terrible, but remembered from biology that the vagina
doesn't end right at the cervix, it goes a little higher. Calmed, I
relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of something so deep inside me. It felt as
though it was in the middle of my chest, I had never had anything so deep
before. After a moment or two of just soaking in the sensations, I began
moving it in and out, a little at a time. I felt good, just motion inside
my body, but I grew tired of it. It didn't feel bad, just didn't do a
whole lot for me. I pulled the carrot out, feeling my opening pulse as
each ridge went past, and laid the carrot on the floor. I was turned on,
but not feeling like I needed to orgasm again right away. I was enjoying
just feeling my body in a state of arousal, damp, tingling and flushed. I
decided that right now, at this minute, orgasm was secondary. I wanted to
know what felt pleasurable, research if you will. What exactly was this
wet little cleft in between my legs? What kind of sensations was it
capable of giving me? To find out, I decided I just needed to explore.
Reaching down, I inserted a finger into myself again, paying attention to
what I felt, both with my finger and my pussy. The carrot had stretched me
more than my finger, but my finger felt more natural, warmer. Wiggling it
around, the moisture inside me seemed to flow around my finger, a wonderful
feeling. I pressed up, rubbing the little rough spot, feeling warmth again
spread throughout my body. I stopped pressing it though, I knew what that
did (or so I thought:), and wanted to know what else went on down there.
Not thinking of anything else to do with my finger, I decided to try using
my pussy. It took a few tries, but finally I felt my walls twitch a
little. I concentrated harder, remembering the contractions I had felt
during my orgasm, trying to replicate them now manually. After a minute, I
seemed to have located the muscles, and was gently squeezing my finger
inside. I felt a little like Columbus must have discovering America. What
a new and wonderful sensation! I had always taken for granted flexing my
muscles; walking, picking something up, but had never thought about the
muscles inside my body. I felt my walls contracting, gripping my finger,
and marveled at how amazing the sensation was. Not only did my finger feel
the squeeze; my entire lower body felt it, my clit especially tingling as I
squeezed. Wanting to know how hard I could squeeze, how strong this new
found muscle was, I added another finger, feeling myself open as more enter
me. With my index and middle finger buried in my hole as deep as I could
push them, I began contracting again. I could feel my two fingers being
pressed together, and while the extra mass inside felt good, it wasn't all
that different from one finger. Gently, I separated my fingers, a fraction
of an inch, and squeezed again, my tunnel clamping them back together. I
tried again this time a little farther, and again, my hole pressed them
back next to each other. I knew that I had to master this now, as I could
only imagine how this would feel on a penis. John was so sensitive to any
contact on his, this little trick would blow him away, and I imagined it
wouldn't feel so bad to me, gripping his cock pushed up inside me.
Spreading my fingers a comfortable distance, I squeezed again, trying to
keep my fingers apart this time. No luck! I couldn't believe how strong I
was in there! No matter how hard I tried, my pussy would clamp my finger
together. By this time, my hand was getting a little sore from the awkward
position it was in, so I withdrew my fingers and contemplated what else I
could learn. As I sat there, my legs wantonly spread in the firelight, I
thought about all the mysteries surround sex. And one that kept coming
back was size. Guys were infatuated about it, I couldn't count how many
cases I'd read or seen about guys who whole lives were wrapped around the
size of their penis! I glanced at the half cucumber next to the carrot and
"sized" it up. Picking it up, I circled my fingers around it, not even
close to touching them back together. I had never paid any attention to
the size of Johns penis, but I did know this bigger. When I gave him a
blowjob, I would hold it at the base, and my fingers would just touch
around him. This, this green monster, was at least twice as thick! I
studied it in the light and wondered if it was true that women actually put
this inside them. I had to imagine it hurt! Putting it between my legs,
as if I was straddling it, the cucumber covered my entire pussy. I
couldn't see any of my sex around it. God, this thing won't fit in there.
Sighing, I was going to set it aside, but as I picked it up, I felt the
roughness of its skin, the little bumps all along its length. Wondering
how that would feel, I laid the half on the carpet, figuring I wouldn't be
eating it any time soon, and rearranged myself so that I was hovering over
it. Holding the end in front of me, I lowered myself until I was sitting
atop. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and spread my lips,
lowering myself so that it sat between my folds. I felt a little strange,
not unpleasant, but not real exciting. So I tried moving, sliding myself
an inch across it. Now that felt good. The protrusions on its surface
rubbed across the insides of inner lips, an odd but exhilarating feeling. I
slid back, then forward, until I was sliding back and forth across its
entire length. As wonderful as it was, I knew it wouldn't bring me off,
even when I shifted my weight so that my clit was pressed hard onto it.
But it did get my curiosity up. I levered off the cucumber and lay back
against the couch, feet on the floor and knees spread. I was careful
picking up the vegetable in my hand so it didn't get any dirt clinging to
the wetness coating half of it now. Looking back, I guess I should mention
that this was a thick, short cucumber, not the long thin kind. Taking a
deep breath, I aimed its curved head in-between my legs, at my opening, and
pushed. I could feel pressure in-between my legs, against my pussy, but I
could not make the thing enter me. I brought it to my mouth and licked it,
tasting my own moisture as I did, Once I had thoroughly covered it with my
saliva, I again put it between my legs and tried to get it inside. No go.
Now, I was determined. I do remember thinking that it was awfully big if I
couldn't get it in like that, but it had become something of a challenge to
me now. I was determined to explore my body as much as I could, and part
of that was getting this cucumber inside me. I shifted position again,
kneeling on the floor, and placed the cucumber below me, the cut off end on
the floor and its length sticking straight up. Lowering myself until I
felt it make contact with my sex, I began pushing, more like settling on
top of it. I let my weight come to rest on the end of the vegetable below
me, until I felt a pain, like a pinch. Already nervous, as well as
inexperienced, I quickly lifted off and took stock. The pain had gone
away, so I reached between my legs and felt my pussy. I don't really know
what it was, but I suspect it had folded one of my inner lips over and was
forcing that inside as I tried to penetrate myself with the cucumber,
because when I tried again, I held my pussy apart with one hand and felt it
start to slide in. Balancing the cuke with one hand while holding my lips
apart with the other, I let my weight carry my down, driving the end inside
me. I had to pause, I felt myself stretched farther than I ever had been
before, but felt no pain, just a tightness, like a morning stretch, but
centered in-between my legs. I continued lowering myself, feeling the
smooth yet uneven texture of the cucumber slide inside me, inches at a
time. By the time I had lowered myself almost all the way to my hand at the
base of this mini tower below me, I was overwhelmed by the feeling of
fullness within me. When I pussy made contact with my hand, I felt the end
of the cuke bump against me inside and I stopped, taking in the sensations.
Unless you are a woman, I don't know that I can effectivly describe the
feelings I was having. Full is really the only way. The closest I can
think of it, and its not very, is it was like when you take the first bite
of a meal when hungry, just a satiation of a need. Satisfaction of a need,
like thirst, that you didn't know you had. I just felt complete, which was
odd since I had never noticed anything lacking before. As I sat impaled on
the green tube, I heard myself emit a low moan of pleasure. I relished the
sensations within my body, the fullness, the slight stretching of my
vaginal muscles, the tension in my thighs as I held my postion. At the
same time, I became aware of the feel of my hair, as it lay upon my back
and spilled over my shoulders. Full of vegetable, all of my senses seemed
to heighten. After a full minute of just sitting with my newfound
pleasure, I began to move. I held onto the base of the cuke, and pulled
myself upwards, feeling the muscles in my legs contract as the mass inside
me withdrew. I only got half way up before I was overwhelmed and dropped
back down, completely filling myself again. The suddenness of my action
caused a grunt from my lips as I felt myself become full again. As I had
lifted, removing some the intruder within, I had felt a sense of loss, of
emptiness and need. Gradually, I worked myself up and down, farther up
each time, then descending, fucking my cavity with my new friend. The
feeling of having something moving in and out of my body was glorious, the
alternating fullness and emptiness filling my head. I felt a tightening in
my lower body, and constricting until I orgasmed again. My inner muscles
contracted and I felt myself shake as I convulsed on my knees, my head
falling back over shoulder and a moan escaping. I could feel each
contraction as my pussy gripped at its companion. It didn't last as long
as my earlier release had, but was more intense. After my body had calmed,
I simply hovered on my bent knees; the cucumber fully inserted between my
legs, and enjoyed the twitching of my vagina. I also didn't pass out this
time. I simply caught my breath and reveled in the endorphins coursing
through my blood. After my pussy had stopped quaking, no more little
contractions, I began thinking about what was next. As I contemplated my
next experiment, I practiced contracting, squeezing my newfound muscles
around the object within. Again, I wondered how strong those muscles were,
so I let go of the cucumber, and squeezed, at the same time raising up. I
didn't feel it slide out, but stay firmly locked in my hole. Leaving it
there, I rearranged so I was sitting against the couch, 3 inches of green
skin sticking out between by legs. Again I grabbed the cuke with one hand
and pulled, while gripping it within. I could pull it out, put I could
also feel the resistance; it slid out easily when I relaxed, but I had to
use some effort when I clamped. Pushing it back inside, as deep as my body
would allow, I just concentrated on squeezing, thinking that it was like
gym, only better feeling. During my contractions, I watched as I gave a
particularly hard squeeze, the cucumber would slide out of me some. I
pushed it back in, and tried again. After a few attempts, I figured out
the muscles to use to eject the cuke from inside me. My pussy seemed to be
its own little person, full of its own special talents. With a final
effort, I pushed hard, and the cucumber slid all the way out of me onto the
floor. I had to conflicting sensations when this happened, both a sense of
relief, and of longing. MY pussy felt small, empty now that its toy was
gone, but I also welcomed the feeling of normalcy between my legs. Well,
almost normal. I could still feel how wet I was, as well as being aware of
my pussy. I felt it, inside outside, just there. Like when you
concentrate and can feel your hand, instead of just taking it for granted.
The warmth of the fire also registered again, and I moved to put more wood
on it. Sufficiently stoked, I looked around me, trying to think if there
was anything else to try. I stood by the hearth, letting the heat wash
over me and stared out the window at the falling snow. I felt warm, and
satisfied. Hell, I'd just had two amazing orgasms, but I still wasn't
settled in my head that I knew what I needed to know. In an hour and half,
I learned more about what my body, what i, liked in sex than in the
previous 26 years. I thought about the lessons I had taught myself, and
found my next experiment within those lessons. Like fingers, I found that
more seemed to feel better. The cucumber had filled me, with relative
ease, and I wondered what it would be like to have something significant
within the confines of my pussy. My eyes came to rest on the lime and
figured it was worth a shot. With my back to the fire, I bent and picked
up the lime. I didn't feel any bigger around than the cucumber, but I
decided to try it anyway. Spreading my legs to shoulder width, I crouched
down slightly, opening the space between my legs but still maintaining my
balance. Cupping the lime in my hand, I rubbed over my splayed open sex,
coating in my moisture. Once I felt my grip on it become a little
slippery, I turned it in my hand and brought it to the opening of my
tunnel. With a little push, I felt the fruit slide inside, much easier than
the cucumber, until pop! And it was gone. I panicked. I didn't know what
to do, I felt the lime inside, like a rock within my stomach, but when I
brought my fingers to the opening of my hole, it was closed. Shit! How am
I going to get his out? Fear and embarrent flooded through me as I
imagined having to go to the hospital on this miserable night to have part
of the contents of my crisper removed. Then I relaxed. I simply pushed,
and I felt the entrance to my hole expand as my inner muscles pushed the
lime out. Relived at my success, I just let the lime fall from between my
legs to the floor where it rolled against a book, and got another cigarette
from my purse. Standing next to the fire smoking, I tried to decide if
that little scare was enough to put an end to my explorations. Losing the
lime had definitely panicked me, but my curiosity about this new side of my
being was also still aroused. The beer bottle next to the sofa made my
decision for me. Flicking the half-smoked cigarette into the fire, I
hefted the glass bottle and felt its mass. I curled my fingers around it,
no where near touching, making it larger than the cucumber. It felt heavy
in my hand; I ran through my head the implications. I would have to
stretch a lot to get it in, but I could get it out by the neck. I wondered
if I did get it in, would my pussy be forever stretched out? I didn't want
that, for I wanted John to get as much pleasure from me as he could, but I
was also curious. If I stretched out a little, maybe John would last
longer, and worst case scenario, I had learned new muscles inside and could
just learn to clamp him through sex. My mind up, I assumed the same
position I had to get the cucumber in, kneeling before the fire. I brought
the bottle to my mouth, and licked all around the bottom of it. I was wet,
but knew that this was going to take work. Resting the bottle on the
floor, I gasped it by the neck, upside down and lowered my awaiting pussy
to it. The bottle felt cold against my pussy, and hard. Momentarily, I
froze, worrying what would happen if it broke, but sense overcame my
concern as I thought about how tough a bottle was. Again using my free
hand to spread my lips I began pushing against the cold flat surface below.
I pushed harder, and the bottle slid back, through the cleft of my ass. I
repositioned, and got a firmer grip on the neck. Concentrating, I pushed
myself down, pressing against the bottom of the beer bottle pointing at my
pussy. I pushed harder, feeling only pressure around the outside of my
sex. Relaxing, I took a deep breath, and felt my pussy opening. It was
like a mouth between my legs was yawning, slowly opening as I exhaled in
unison. Still I opened, and felt the bottle beginning to move. Not
wanting to lose it, I applied a little more pressure, until I felt the
walls of my hole sink past the edges onto the sides of the bottle. I had
to pause, my breathing was coming in gasps, and my pussy was sending
strange signals to my brain, telling me to push, to force this intruder
out. But I held still, willing my breathing back to a normal pace. Once I
was sufficiently calmed, I lowered myself again, feeling my vagina deep
inside expanding, but strangely very little at the very opening. The
smooth glass just slid, where as I had felt each irregularity of the
cucumber, there was almost no sensation except of my inner cavity expanding
as the bottle traveled farther inside. More and more sank inside me,
expanding within me as I stretched to accommodate it girth, until I felt
the opening to my hole collapsing, the bottle's taper allowing it to close.
Once I felt my pussy make contact with my hand, I stilled, breathing,
concentrating on the immensity within in me. I felt engorged, stuffed,
stretched. Releasing the bottleneck, I raised up, the bottle remaining
trapped in my womb. Shakily, I got to my feet, the glass neck poking my
legs when I brought them together. I ran a hand across my belly, almost
absentmindedly, but started when I could feel a slight plumpness to my
normally taught lower belly. I ran my hand across it again, and it was
definitely there, I tightened area, pushing away from me, where the bottle
was imbedded. I didn't feel anything, except full. It wasn't unpleasant,
but it wasn't a huge turn on either. I didn't have the same feeling of
urgency for release I had with the cucumber, more of an odd new sensation.
Where the cucumber had felt like the first few bites of a delicious meal,
this felt like after thanksgiving deserts. I didn't want to pull it out
yet; I wanted to see this strange sight. So feeling a little awkward, I
made my way towards the bedroom and mirror.

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Uncanny XMen : Evolution 1.

It had been an hour since Dunac left the three beautiful women
alone in the room. They were trapped in a prison with no bars, their
own minds keeping them from passing a certain point on the floor unless
a certain requirement was met.
They had to desperately want and need to have sex with Dunac.
An hour ago they had thought him mad, especially when he'd gritted
his teeth and strained his body till sweat poured from his glands. He'd
told them that he'd released a pheromone onto the ground and into the air
which was supposed to drive them wild with desire.
An hour ago.
Now Jean sat huddled up on one of the three mattresses, still
naked, clutching her knees to her chest in a vain attempt to hide her
nudity. Her skin was flushed, her breath was becoming harder to come
by as she tried desperately to control it and kept growing closer to
dangerously hyperventilating. Her nipples were hard and erect against
her legs, aching with desire, to be licked, sucked, felt, twisted and
rubbed. She shook her head to clear it, and wished that her vagina
wasn't itching with a need that could be sated, her shaven lips
glistening as her juices gathered despite her minds protests.
Storm was set into a classic meditative posture, her legs forming
a triangle, feet clasped firmly together, arms at her sides and thumb
and forefinger touching. Her eyes were closed and she appeared calm
enough, although Jean had no idea what was going through the Weather
Goddess�s mind. Jean had tried to meditate but had been unable to
drag her eyes away from Storm's pussy, which was on full display as a
result of her meditative position. She also couldn't help but notice
that Storm's own breasts were erect and her pussy was glistening with
her own juices, but her breathing was calm and even and her face seemed
serene enough. Jean wished she could attain that same inner calm, but
with her telepathy blocked, she felt cut off from herself, like one
of her senses had been taken, almost like her sight or her hearing. She
felt crippled without it.
It also didn't help her state of mind that Jubilee refused to
calm down at all.
The young mutant beauty was stalking up and down the room, her
voice a steady, constant noise in the room as she tried desperately to
come to terms with this situation. She spun about and stalked to the
other side of the room, her plump breasts bouncing on her chest as she
did so, her sweaty thighs sliding against each other, the small little
rectangle of trimmed pubic hair over her shaven cuntlips moving up and
down as she walked. She threw her arms in the air in frustration as she
reached the other wall and twisted about, presenting her ass to Jean
now, her two firm buttcheeks moving against each other as she stormed
to the other side of the room.
"I can't believe this, I can't fucking believe this!" Jubilee
cried for what must have been the millionth time that hour,"This shit
doesn't happen to us, we're XMen, or we were at least...."
She spun about, tits bouncing, and strode towards the other
wall again. A sheen of sweat covered her entire body, making it glisten
and shine, her breasts rose and fell hypnotically in Jean's gaze. The
redhead found her gaze drawn again and again to the eighteen year olds
plump tits, her bald snatch, her beautiful face, her grinding asscheeks,
her firm.....
Jean shook her head, pulling her hand away from her breast,
where it had been straying, and tried desperately to quell her body's
burning desire. How could her own body betray her like this, and as
a result her mind as well? Surely it couldn't be as simple as pheromones,
could it? She was a thinking being, not an animal.
Then again, if she wasn't a thinking being, she would have been
all over Jubilee by now.
"I CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT ANYMORE!!" screamed Jubilee suddenly,
and dropped to the ground,"MY FUCKING CUNT IS BURNING UP!!"
Jean finally realized, as she should have much earlier, that
Jubilee had been desperately trying to walk and talk off the incredible
sexual energy being built up in her body. For well over an hour now
she had succeeded, but she had finally snapped.
"FUCK!" screamed Jubilee, spreading her legs wide and thrusting
her hands between her legs, her fingers squirming their way into her
boiling twat,"FUCK!"
Jean had never seen Jubilee like this, and watching the other
woman desperately masturbate herself in an effort to quell the
unquenchable flame in her crotch was beginning to affect the beautiful
redhead as well.
Her own pussy cried out in a jealous rage at the sight of Jubilee
actually doing something about hers, as if this meant it was all right,
that now she COULD do something.
"Oh fuck, of fuck, ohfuckohfuck!" cried Jubilee, humping her
cunt up against her fingers,"It's not enough, oh fuck it's not enough!"
She actually snapped at the air in her frustration, drool running
down her chin as she dragged herself up and rushed to the empty bed,
thrusting one corner of the wooden frame between her thighs and humping
her cunt against the bed.
Jean moaned audibly, her nipples aching in frustration her pussy
screaming for attention, her clit erect and throbbing in desperate desire.
"Jubilee, stop," she whispered, losing her voice slightly,"Please,
stop."
Jubilee turned a haunted look in Jean's direction,"I can't, oh
fuck, I can't! Jean, please, help me!"
Jean hopped off of her bed and pulled Jubilee from the bedcorner,
embracing her and trying her best to sooth her. She ran her fingers
through the younger mutant's black hair, trying her best to ignore the
feeling of Jubilee's tits pressing underneath her own, the heat that
seemed to be radiating from both of their desperate cunts.
"Shhh, shhh," she whispered,"Just... just calm down."
Jubilee grabbed Jean's ass and firmly cupped her buttcheeks,
squeezing them.
"Jubilee!" gasped Jean, pulling away in shock, even as her cunt
sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her lap.
"Please!" whispered Jubilee in desperation, and kissed the shocked
redhead, forcing her tongue down the other woman's mouth.
Jean forced Jubilee away and stepped back, leaving the younger
girl standing still in shock and fear, she wanted, no! she needed to get
some kind of gratification and Jean was the only available source right
now, as Storm seemed to have detached herself from them both.
"Let's just think this through, Jubilee," Jean whispered, forcing
her breathing to calm and succeeding, for the moment,"We're currently
in a nowin situation, but that doesn't mean we just have to surrender
and let this Dunac win."
"I... uh! don't understand!?" cried Jubilee, once more thrusting
her hands between her legs.
"This Dunac wants us to be doing this, fulfilling some kind of
sick sexual fetish he has. And right now we're at a disadvantage, we
can't deny the sexual tension being forced on us, but we don't have to
surrender to it. We just need to relieve it."
"Relieve it?" asked Jubilee, not knowing what she meant, just
desperate to quell the burning desire in her pussy.
Jean sighed, lowering her head slightly, then sat down on her
bed and patted her thigh.
"Sit down on my lap, I'll do my best to relieve your tensions,
if we just make it a mechanical thing, just an inconvenience, then we
don't play Dunac's sick little game and he doesn't get what he wants
from us, and once we've relieved our tensions, we can try to think more
clearly of a way to get out of this hellhole."

.... hellhole."
Dunac chuckled, watching what was happening the room far below
his present location via a Viewing Crystal given to him by The Mental
Discipline. He didn't know how it worked, and he didn't care, he just
liked the images it let him see.
"Master?"
Dunac grunted, not wanting to take his gaze from the engrossing
image of the three naked mutant woman before him.
"Master?" repeated The Fellow, who knew his place since Dunac
was one of The First. But he also was an arrogant, smug and superior
bastard who hated acting subservient.
"What?" snapped Dunac, turning to face The Fellow, who despite
his own superiority complex could sense the immense power emanating from
one of the very First of The Fellowship Of The Physical Discipline.
"You asked to be told, Master, the moment the telepathic alarm
went off."
"Ahhh yes," hissed Dunac happily,"Give it to me."
Yet another of the crystals of The Mental Discipline was handed
to Dunac by The Fellow, opened to the image of Scott and Jean's kitchen,
in which stood four mutants, two of them men and of no interest to Dunac
unless he cared to prove his superiority over them, and two exceptionally
beautiful women.
"Their names?"
"Master?"
"What are the women's names, fool!" snapped Dunac angrily, his
mind already feverishly running over all the things he could do with the
two women.
"Ahhhh, the purple haired one is Psylocke, real name Elizabeth
Braddock, the one with the white highlight is Rogue, real name unknown."
"Rogue, Psylocke," chuckled Dunac,"Delicious."
He went back to watching Jean, Ororo and Jubilee on the other
crystal, his unspoken order clear. All of his Followers were to be ready
to face Rogue, Psylocke and the two men when they came, all so Dunac
could have two more women for his steadily growing harem.
"Delicious," repeated Dunac with a quiet chuckle.

Jubilee had practically leaped into Jean's lap, and now she
moaned and gasped for more as the other woman felt up her tight little
snatch. The redheads arm was snaked around her waist and down between
her legs, her hand cupping the other woman's cuntmound, fingers probing
up between her cuntlips.
Despite Jean's admonishment that this be 'mechanical and
sterile', both women were becoming increasingly aroused by the sexual
encounter. The fire in Jubilee's cunt seemed to accept masturbation as
a substitute for real cock as long as it was someone else's hands doing
the masturbating. It also helped that she was attracted to Jean anyway,
before all this had even occurred, and now the feel of the sexy redheads
fingers sliding in and out of her tight cunt while her other hand squeezed
and groped the young mutants tits was driving Jubilee crazy.
The young GenX'er mashed her tight ass back against Jean's own
pussy, sending wild thrills through Jean's body which she pretended not
to notice. The pretty young woman had always struck Jean as
being particularly attractive, although she'd never thought of her in
a sexual way before now.
She tried to pretend it was nothing, that she wasn't getting
off on this. She tried to pretend that she was just trying to keep Dunac
from getting at Jubilee, whom she still considered an innocent young
girl. She still had no idea that Jubilee and Storm had been fucking
each other just before being captured by Dunac's men, and she certainly
wouldn't have thought it from the detached way that Storm was acting,
like she wasn't affected at all.
Jubilee was riding her ass back and forth, up and down against
Jean's cunt, driving the redhead wild with desire, which Jean
was desperately trying to ignore. She bit her lower lip and half closed
her eyes, trying desperately to quell the desire to nibble at the younger
woman's neck, to turn her around, spread her legs and eat out her tight
little twat, to ride Jubilee's face and cum in her mouth, feeling the
hot young mutants tongue sliding up between her own bald cuntlips as she
squealed in pleasure and....
With a surprised gasp, Jean came, her juices exploding out over
Jubilee's tight little ass, her hips thrusting up against the young
mutants butt. Her hands clenched tightly onto Jubilee's tit and cunt
respectively, her palm rubbing firmly against Jubes' clitoris as she
pressed her tits firmly against Jubilee's back.
"Oh Jean!" cried Jubilee, and came herself, her juices bursting
out over Jean's squirming, probing fingers. She drove her ass back firmly
against Jean's orgasming cunt, her back squashing Jean's large tits
as the redhead felt up Jubilee's with her free hand, her fingers playing
with the GenX'ers erect nipples.
As both women wound down their orgasms, they turned to face each
other, their sexual need muted but nowhere near extinguished. Dunac's
pheromones were a constant presence and the effects were cumulative,
they could knock back the effect for a brief amount of time, but they
could never stop it increasing.
And neither of them really cared at this point.
Both women leaned in and kissed each, their tongues
running between each other's lips. Jean continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Jubilee's tight little cunt with one hand while the other
squeezed and massaged her plump, medium sized breasts. Jubilee continued
to hump her ass back against Jean's steaming pussy, squashing Jean's
tits against her back.
Neither noticed the now intense look of concentration on Storm's
face or the heavy sheen of sweat running over her body as she desperately
tried to ignore the two sexually possessed mutant women.

Gambit, Psylocke, Rogue and Angel stepped from the shadows out
into the corridor.
"Where are we?" asked Angel, looking about,"An office building
or a castle?"
The corridor they were standing in was half old stone set into
walls and half wood paneling with bulletin boards set into it, with
messages pinned to the board with messages about such varied things as
carpooling, numbers for office temps and funny cartoons about Dilbert.
"Mebbe both, non?" muttered Gambit, standing at the point where
the stone blocks gave way to wood panels and the smooth, linoleum floors
became a different kind of substance, like lino but different,"Seems t'
me dat dese two materials be merged, not separated."
"How is that possible?" asked Psylocke, stepping forward to
look at the wall, where she saw that the stone blocks did indeed seem
to be combined with the more conventional wood.
"Oh, we never asked The Mental Discipline how they do it," chuckled
a new voice, causing the four former XMen to spin about,"We're really
not in the metaphysical or all that good junk."
Standing in the corridor, only five feet away from their location,
stood two men like those in the mental vision of The Avengers defeat. They
were tall, blond and dressed in authentic looking togas complete with
golden claps set around their waists. Their muscular arms and legs belied
how they could have possibly appeared so close and yet being unheard by
one of the best Thieves in the world and one of the best ninjas.
"Dese be De New Humanity, den?" asked Gambit, his hand pressed
firmly against one of the large stones,"Look like some Frat kids from a
kegger t' me."
"It can't even speak correctly," chuckled one of The Fellows
Of The Physical Discipline,"Slime like this are the reason
The Old Humanity need to be culled and subjugated."
"Tsk, tsk," muttered Psylocke, rolling her eyes at Angel and
Rogue,"Obviously they've never heard of ethnic sensitivity, should we
teach them a lesson, luv?"
"Sounds like a plan, dear," replied Angel with a grin showing
confidence that he didn't feel.
"Idiots, don't even know when they're strategically
outmaneuvered," observed the second Fellow,"Three of them need open
spaces to fight their best, the fourth is of no consequence."
"That better not mean me, sugah," said Rogue with a dangerous
smile,"I ain't just a pretty face."
"You boys go'n talk all day, or we go'n fight?" asked Gambit,
also smiling.
"Fine," laughed the first Fellow, then bowed slightly,"I am
Kurst, this is my Fellow, Urn."
"Your fellow?" asked Gambit,"Young love, eh?"
"Funny," replied Kurst, no humor evident on his face,"Are you
ready to face defeat, monkey?"
"Sure am," replied Gambit,"But first, you know what de funny
t'ing about fighting a buncha guys who fight best in an open space in
an enclosed space is?"
"No," sighed Urn, rolling his eyes,"What?"
"Dey always gotta go opening dat enclosed space right on up."
Gambit pulled his hand from the stone, which he'd been steadily
building with kinetic energy throughout the entire conversation. He
leaped backwards, Psylocke and Angel quickly following as Rogue leaped
between them and The Fellows. The stone block exploded, ripping a huge
chunk in the weaker wood paneling around it, which the four former
XMen quickly leaped through.
Kurst and Urn swore angrily, then leaped through the hole after
them.
Gambit, Angel, Psylocke and Rogue found themselves in a giant
office, with desks and cubicles everywhere, large glass windows set
along the walls up to about halfway through the huge room, where large
stone blocks and small, glassless windows took over.
"Where the hell are we?" snapped Angel, casting his gaze about
the other side of the office, where desks and cubicles were replaced
by a huge, airy banquet hall with a giant fireplace set at the far end,
with curve stone staircases winding up on either side of the hearth
to a main balcony above it, the entrance to the balcony currently covered
by a large, red tapestry.
With a roar, Kurst and Urn leapt into the room and attacked the
four mutants. Kurst concentrated on Gambit while Urn faced off with
Psylocke, apparently having singled these two out as the most dangerous
opponents.
Eager to prove them wrong, Rogue moved to help Gambit and Angel
to help Psylocke, both flying to either end of the room as their lovers
leaped about gracefully, following just as gracefully by The Fellows,
matching their every move with a frightening symmetry.
Rogue flew up at an extreme velocity, charging straight for
Kurst, who somehow dodged her at the last second. She pulled up to avoid
hitting Gambit, who also rolled away, flinging several kinetically charged
cards at Kurst, hitting him square in the chest.
"Haha!" laughed Remy, then shook his head in disbelief as Kurst
took the blows unharmed, moving through them at an unbelievable pace
towards the Cajun.
Gambit dodged aside from Kurst's first blow, even as Rogue smashed
into the ceiling after having to pull up from her attack. As the brittle
material of the roof fell down around their ears, Kurst swung potentially
lethal blows at Remy, using the side of his hand in a way that left
Gambit sure that Kurst knew what he was doing.
At first Gambit easily dodged each blow, but as he tried to get
some distance between them to launch his own attack, he found to his horror
that he couldn't shake The Fellow. Everywhere that he went, Kurst was
there, his deadly hands swinging and chopping, each one coming closer and
closer to connecting with Gambit's body.
Rogue charged Kurst again, this time from the side. The Fellow
held his ground, then at the last possible moment twisted his
body impossibly and slid beneath the Southerner who was only three
feet of the ground.
As he slid along the floor, he reached up and grabbed Rogue by
her hips, allowing her to pull him from the ground and carry him along
several meters. As she realized she had missed and that he was clutching
on to her, he released her and somehow landed on his feet, bounding up
to a standing position and launching himself in the opposite direction
to her, smashing into a shocked Gambit.
Before even the winded Cajun could react, Kurst slammed him
several times in the face with powerful blows, knocking the mutant thief
into unconsciousness.
"REMY!" screamed Rogue, forgetting strategy, planning and skill
as a red rage enveloped her. She launched herself at Kurst, meaning to
tear him limb from limb, but he easily sidestepped her and grabbed her
by the back of her hair. She was jerked off of her feet and knocked to
the ground, and almost instantly he was down on his knees by her head,
grabbing the side of her head and slamming it with unimaginable power
into the hard ground, knocking even the powerful Rogue out.
He stood and brushed his hands off, pleased at his own superiority
over these two. He turned around to cast a gaze at his Fellow, wondering
how we was doing. He was disappointed but not surprised to see that
Urn had also dispatched both of his enemies in about the same amount of
time. He stood at the far end of the office/banquet hall,
holding Psylocke in the air, laughing as she tried futilely to form
her psiblade. Before she realized it was useless, he slammed her against
the stone wall, knocking her out. Beside them, lying inside the fireplace
and also conked out, was Angel, who had obviously flown straight into
the giant hearth after Urn dodged his attack.
"What a stupid power, anyway," Kurst muttered, standing over
Gambit and Rogue's unconscious bodies, he snorted,"Wings, hah!"
They lifted their opponents up over their shoulders and headed
up the different staircases and past the tapestry, taking their conquered
opponents to their 'Master' Dunac.


"AHHH, YES!" squealed Jubilee,"Do it! Do it! Please!"
The young mutant lay on the floor, legs spread wide and ass lifted
in the air as Jean Grey greedily munched on her shaven cuntlips, which
were spread apart by the fingers on one of the sexy redheads hands, while
the other was between her own legs, frigging her own cunt.
"Come on! Come on!" cried Jubilee, arching her back and pressing
her head firmly into the ground,"I need more! Give me more!"
Jean hungrily sucked on Jubilee's clit as her fingers slid in
and out of the young girls pussy, trying to sate the young woman's deep
need for sex.
"Come on! MORE!" cried Jubilee, her cunt crying for more, her
tits aching, her asshole itching,"Do it to my ass, Jean! Fuck my ass,
come on!"
Jean paused, a little taken aback by this unexpected request,
but also thrilled by it at the same time. She pulled herself to her
knees and grabbed Jubilee under her thighs, lifting the young mutants
legs over her shoulders and staring down at her beautiful, lust contorted
face before reaching down and cupping both her tight, firm
little asscheeks, spreading them apart.
Jubilee hissed with pleasure as she felt Jean's finger press
against the tight rosebud of her anus, already slick with sweat and her
own juices. She'd always enjoyed playing with her ass and loved having
it played with, especially by another woman, and as Jean's finger pressed
firmly against her asshole, applying strong pressure on her tight little
anal passage, she felt her cunt clench tighter than before.
"Yeah, come on, Jean," she hissed,"Finger my asshole, comone
on, I need it!"
Slowly but surely, Jean's finger drove it's way up into Jubilee's
tight little butt, the muscles of her ass relaxing enough to allow the
finger passage.
She let out a long sigh of pleasure as Jean worked her finger
around inside of Jubilee's asshole, getting the muscles in there relaxed
and used to the presence of her finger before pulling it away to the point
of exit, then plunged her finger deep back into her butt.
Jubilee twisted her head back and forth, moaning and groaning
happily as Jean began to saw her finger in and out of the young GenX'ers
asshole. Her own hands flung down between her thighs and she began
frigging her own cunt, her plump tits squashed together between her arms
as Jean Grey sawed her finger in and out of the young mutant beauty's
asshole.
"Huh! AH! YES, Finger my ASS!" screamed Jubilee, her hips thrusting
up and down against her hands as she rubbed at her clit with rough,
hard strokes and pressed her other fingers deep into her gushing snatch,
trying everything that she could to hit an orgasm so powerful that she
could fall into an exhausted sleep and forget all about Dunac
and everything else.
Her raised ass humped up and down as Jean fingerfucked
her butthole, driving Jubilee wild but not doing enough.
"Another finger!" she demanded, masturbating her own snatch
roughly as Jean fingered her ass. Jean complied instantly, pushing her
middle finger against Jubilee's asshole and pressing forward, sliding
it up next to the other, which was in to the fingertip right now, allowing
Jean to slide both fingers up into Jubilee's rectum at the same time.
This was enough for Jubilee right now, and she went back to
throwing her head about, her plump breasts jiggling and bouncing about
as she frigged her cunt and threw her ass up at Jean. But despite the
added pleasure, it still wasn't enough to push her over the edge, and
soon she was calling for yet another finger to be pushed up deep into
her bowels.
Jean shook her head, surprised that two fingers was enough, but
moments later she was pressing a third finger up into Jubilee's asshole,
stretching the young woman's rectum to the limit. She sawed her fingers
in and out of Jubilee's tight little butthole, watching excitedly as
the beautiful young mutant frigged herself senseless. She was tossing
her head to and fro, sweat dripping madly from her body as she begged for
more, more, MORE!
"Come on! MORE!" she screamed,"I need more Jean, it's not enough
to do it for me .... UGH! COME ON!!"
Jean was getting more and more worried, her own pleasure had
risen exponentially once she'd gotten into physical contact with Jubilee,
and despite losing her detachment and reserve, her strong mental
conditioning even without the benefit of her telepathy kept her from
going over the edge like Jubilee was currently doing.
"IT'S. NOT. ENOUGH!" squealed Jubilee, and suddenly pulled away
from Jean, jumping to her feet with a desperate sob of pleasure,"ALL
RIGHT, YOU FUCKER!!" she screamed at nothing in particular,"I JUST DON'T
GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE, DO IT! GET DOWN HERE AND FUCK MY BRAINS
OUT, I'LL
SUCK YOUR COCK, I'LL TAKE TWO OR THREE OF YOU AT A TIME,
ANYTHING, JUST
PLEASE. FUCK. ME!!!!!"
"Jubilee, no!" gasped Jean, rising to her feet, shocked at the
young mutants sudden snap.
"Quiet, Jean Grey," chuckled Dunac, stepping through the doorway
silently, as if he'd been waiting outside all along,"She has made her
decision, now she will have her wish.
"Oh thank you, yes!" cried Jubilee, crying in relief, she ran
forward and passed the invisible barrier without even flinching. She
grabbed Dunac by the low collar of his yellow tunic and pulled her naked
body close to him,"Please, I need it bad, fuck me, please!"
"But of course, my darling," chuckled Dunac,"Since you asked so
nice and...."
"NO!" snapped an imperious, regal voice that even Dunac took
notice of. He looked over past Jubilee, his eyes widening slightly
at the sight of Ororo Munroe Storm standing tall and proud before
her bed, bearing herself as if she wasn't his naked prisoner,"Jubilee
is just a child, you will not violate her like this."
"She looks all grown up to me," chuckled Dunac, cupping one of
the eighteen year old mutant's asscheeks,"Unless you have something
a little more... mature to offer me."
"I do," said Storm haughtily, standing now next to a naked and
concerned Jean Grey,"Release her, and you may have me, however
and whenever you want."

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