Thursday, May 8, 2008

A Wish Almost Come True


It was a long night at work. Sometimes things just don't go right! She was just glad the day was finally over so she could go home and rest some. Once again she would have to spend the night alone because her life-partner was still working out of town. She understood but missed him a lot, this was her usual night to come home and awaken him with one of her perfect blow-jobs. Then enjoy the way he ate her pussy till she came, leading to a nice restful sleep next to him. She was hot thinking about it on the drive home, but cool with the AC blowing on her full blast because even though it was just after midnight, it was still a hot and humid July night.

The ride home was uneventful as it is most nights. The music on the radio broke the loneliness of the drive. Tonight there were even some good songs to sing to. She noticed again the dropping price of gas and wondered, no wished it would just get to one price and stay there. The truck made the last turn onto their street, only a few more yards till she was home. As she made the left into the drive she noticed the light on the shop was off. Not thinking it was too odd as the thing has a mind of it's own anyway, she drove to her normal spot to park the truck. By now the light on the side of the home should have come on to illuminate her walk into the house, but it too had not come on. The porch light that she was sure she flipped on also was not burning. Well this is a pretty safe neighborhood so she was not too worried. Most of the people on the block kept to themselves, but if something would happen, could they hear her screams?

The radio died as she turned the truck off, after looking around to make sure no one was lurking about. The guy next door is a little strange and they were both a bit weary of him. Light shone now as she opened the door and started to get out, wondering if it would go off like it was suppose to or stay on like it had been doing lately. As she shut the door it went out, just my luck she thought as she turned to walk around the truck and ascend the stairs to the house. Sweat is starting to dampen her back and a drop trickled down her neck and started to roll between her breasts. She can't wait to get into the cool house.

Suddenly a hand grabs her mouth! Instinctively she reaches for it and tries to twist away from whatever has this hold on her. A voice cuts the still of the night and commands her to be still so she doesn't get hurt. Her struggle can't stop, I must get away, why is this happening to me! Another hand wraps itself around her grabbing her right breast. She tries to scream out but the other hand is still on her mouth and she can only mumble her despair. Who is this person? Why is he doing this to me? Will he kill me? Should I fight or just let him take me and get it over with? Once again the voice whispers into her ear to be still or it would be a lot worse. He knew he could do for her something that no-one had ever done before. But what? Rape!!!?

Still fighting, she feels herself being lifted slightly and dragged back towards the truck she just left. The warm hood stings her forearms as whoever has control forces her, bent at the waist over it. A hand is still pawing at her breast as it also holds her from any attempt of escape. Again the voice tells her to calm down. A thought comes to her now. What if I relax a little and let him think I am giving in? Maybe then I could get somewhere to get help! He tells her he will release the hand from her mouth, but if she screams she will surely die. Nodding her understanding of what she is told, the hand is removed.

Able to catch her breath now, but still forced to bend over the warm hood, she asks "What do you want?" "You!", is the only reply followed by a hard squeeze of her breast. More orders are barked out to her in a deep voice. "Do not look at me. Do EXACTLY as you are told so you don't get hurt. Any attempt to scream or hurt me will cost you your life! Do you understand?" Whimpering she agrees and is told to close her eyes and turn around leaving her back on the hood of the truck. Before she closes her eyes a metallic sound is made and she sees the knife that could be used on her if she doesn't obey. Fearing for her life she decides to do as she is told.

The position on the truck is uncomfortable at best, but in the back of her mind she is reminded of the time she and he boyfriend made love on the front deck and he ate her as she arched her back in pleasure over the rail. This wont be anything like that. This is not the man she loved, but maybe thinking of those times might help get through this night. Again ordered not to open her eyes, two hands now force their way under her shirt to her breast. Slipping under her bra they kneed at them, pinching her nipples just like she likes her b/f to do them. His knuckles pop the cups of her bra up and expose her flesh to his attack, and eases the pressure on the band that ties around her back. "I wish I had more front close bras." she thinks as her nipples are both suddenly pulled up sending a chill of excitement down to her pussy.

Knowing that she shouldn't feel this way she tries to put the thoughts of pleasure out of her mind, but it is so hard to do when her nipples are pulled like that. Straight up and then dropped only to be pinched again and raised and twisted hard. Still afraid to open her eyes she feels the snap of her jeans being unbuttoned. Instinctively she flinches and tries to pull away. Again the hard gravelly voice booms "Keep still and your eyes closed!" Her body, still tries to resist and a stinging pain jolts her when he slaps her ass. Tensing up she whimpers "OK!" as the assault continues. He continues to unsnap her paints, then lowers her zipper. Reminding her to be still he orders her to lower her paints to the ground. This reveals her blue "boy short" panties, the kind her B/F loves. If it was a normal Thursday he would be home and she would be sucking his cock right now, tasting his pre-cum and getting ready to have her pussy eaten. She loved waking him up like that. Not tonight though, he wasn't home and this stranger was and she would have to think so I tell him when he gets home or what?

The intruder takes her shirt now and lifts it up over her head but leaves her arm in it's sleeves, and let's it down behind her head, trapping her arms where she can't do anything with them. She might as well be tied she thinks. Escape is useless now. Running would only make her trip with her paints at her ankles and the shirt held her arms tightly. As told she keeps her eyes tightly closed to where it almost hurts. Listening closely to every sound, trying to see if she can hear a sound that might reveal who her assailant is. Another ripping noise is heard! Oh my god! he is pulling down his zipper! That other sound must have been his belt he was undoing, she knew she had heard that same sound once before, but where?

Sudden pain again! The hand now has her by the hair! Pulling her face close to his the voice again speaks. "On your knees bitch! Suck my cock and don't dare bite it! Let's see if you know how to do that!" With that said her body is shoved down to the stony driveway. Her knees almost slam into the rough ground but he is holding her so tight by the hair at the nape of her neck it saves her from what surly would be a lot of pain. Opening her eyes to see what this cock is like is very tempting but she thinks better of it. All she needs is for her B/F to come home and find her lifeless naked body in the drive. The head of his cock seems like it appears out of nowhere, prying apart her lips. "Open bitch!" he commands, and she obeys.

The taste of his pre-cum swirls over her taste buds. It is a taste she is used to and loves. Her only desire is to once again get he B/F to cum in her mouth like he did that night. She loves the taste of cum, but not like this. She would rather be able to stroke and look at the cock she has to suck and try to make cum. Now the other hand joins the hair grabbing and she feels he face pressed against his belly. She gags as she didn't have time to gasp for a breath of air. It's not that his cock is so big, it is just getting hard from the feel of it in her mouth. He then pulls her back so she can get a chest full of air before he plows his hardening cock back into her throat. "Now just suck it baby! Pretend I'm your old man that probably can't even get it up anymore! He won't give you what I will tonight." Her tongue and lips caress the head of the cock just like she is told.


Her mouth can feel his pulse racing along the vanes of his cock. Is he ready to cum? Will he leave me alone if he does? Pain once again rips through her head as he lifts her up by the hair and again forces her over the now cooling truck hood. The cooler hood presses her breast flat with the help of his body weight over her. One of the hands now is groping between her legs. Her panties are now ripped away form her waist leave a mark where the fabric did not rip away fast enough. How would she explain that to her B/F? Even keeping her Knees together like a school girl on her first date can't stop the probing fingers from entering her damp pussy.

Yes damp pussy. Deep down inside she finds all of this exciting. Like most women, even though they never admit it, rape is one of their favorite fantasies. She was not afraid to share her fantasies with her B/F though. Unlike the others he listened and tried to make them come true for her and she loved him for that. Rape was one of her fantasies. She often wondered what it would be like. She had said something about it to others but it wasn't real because she always knew the time and place and who it was. This is real! This is scary! This is the real thing and not what she had in mind!

Reminded not to resist or open her eyes the fingers are pushing deeper and deeper into her hole. A thumb caresses her clit sending unwanted shocks through her body. Or are they unwanted? By now, if he was home, it would be her B/F's tongue sending those shocks. Hot hard skin is now pushing into the folds of her pussy. His cock! With a hand, fingers still entwined in her hair holding her down, she feel him enter her deeply. She yelps not sure though if it is from pleasure shock or pain. He rapidly pumps his cock in and out of her pussy. The head pressing against her "G" spot, just like her B/F's cock does. "You like that don't you whore?" he asks as he impales her with is cock. In and out, fast then slow, short stokes then long.

He won't last long she thinks. A few minutes latter he removes himself from her. Feeling empty now she longs to have something finish her off. Cum? NO NO this is rape it isn't suppose to feel good! Warm breath is now felt on her ass cheeks. What now she wonders. Then she knows. The gravely voiced man places his tongue into her tight ass. licking and wetting it, but why? Most men won't do that, though it is something she secretly enjoys. It is so nasty and most people think it is so wrong but she enjoys the feeling and also doing it to her man. But why is he doing it? Now a finger, no two she thinks make their way into her ass. What is next? Now she knows!

Usually she doesn't mind anal sex but that is when there is a lot of lube. Will a little spit from this man do the job? The head of his cock presses against her puckered hole and she pleads with him to stop. He doesn't! So she asks him to go slow. He doesn't! Pumping into her ass like he was her pussy he has his way with her. Her breast are starting to hurt a bit from being forced so hard on the truck. Ohhhhh she cries, not letting her attacker know that it is a cry of pleasure. A warm feeling comes over her as his cum fills her back side. Leaning over her now and painting he asks " How was that bitch? Now I am leaving! I will be watching you and I want you to stay just as you are for five Minuit's. Don't look anywhere or open your eyes. You have been a good whore tonight so I will let you live." With that she heard some resulting of leave on the ground. He must be going through the woods to the other rode she imagined. Maybe a snake would get him, or he will trip on a fallen branch in the dark!

Five minuets seemed like five hours. Wiggiling out of her shirt she pulled her paints back up and walke half naked into the house. She went into the bed room and sat on the bed wondering if she should tell anyone about this. she took her bra the rest of the way off and heard a noise at the back door. Sure that she locked it as she came in. "Hay baby where are you at?" came a voice she knew well. Her B/F! What is he doing home? Why couldn't he have come sooner? Will he notice any marks on me?

He walks into the bedroom where she is sitting now naked on the bed. "Supprise baby! We worked stright through and got done so we came home tonight! Dam you look good! I sure have missed you!" Mustering a smile she nods and says she missed him too and wished he had gotten home sooner so she could awaken him as always. Kneeling on the floor he spreds her legs and starts to put his face in it's favorite place. She tries to stop him, but is week from fighting the rapest. He will notice the marks, the wetness of my pussy and the cum now leeking out of my ass and I will be up shit creek cause he will think I have been fooling around are the thoughts racing through her now wearry mind.

His tongue finds its spot and then the suction that he does so well starts to send the sparks she loves so much. Still excited from what happened just a few feet outside she cums quickly for the touch of his tongue. How could he not notice the cum or my wetness she wonders. After her orgasim subsides, he rolls her over on to her belly. Now for sure he will see and start asking questions! He grabs her hair just like the rapest did. Then his hand covers her mouth, just like her attacker. The he whispers softly in her ear "Close your eyes and do as I say and you wont get hurt!" And now she knows that the man that loves her so has fufilled another dream. They hold and kiss then fall asleep feet touching as always.


Elementals: Chapter One

George sighed, his hands hovering over his keyboard. The computer screen was white, a testament to how much work George was not getting done. His mind felt completely numb, as if it had been drained of all thought. But the only problem was those thoughts had been focused on the pornography he had watched last night. If he had been writing some cheap on-line erotica, than maybe thoughts about two werewolf lesbians fucking each other's brains out would have been useful. But George was trying to write some actual literature, damn it.

He forced his hands down and typed:

“Gloria read the contents of her milk. It was skim milk. She hated skim milk. She had always told Billy to get her normal milk, like...from a cow. But Billy had gone and got her some skim milk instead. Sometimes, it felt like Gloria was slowly going insane. She looked up at the door bell.

'Who is it?' she asked. The door open and her rambunctious werewolf lover walked in, wearing nothing but a skimpy dress.

'let us dance, lover,' the werewolf purred, stripping her clothes off. Gloria spread her legs, the milk for-”

“DAMN IT!” George pushed himself away from his desk. That damn smut had snuck back into his writing, despite himself. And despite himself, he was hard again. George closed Open Office and stood, his hard cock bumping against the desk. George winced, the impact painful even through pants. He walked to the his toy, unzipping his pants. The images and sounds of the two werewolves, gyrating, moaning, sucking and licking, making his prick get even harder.

The toy, however, did not make him harder. It was the cheapest model out there, little more than a pussy and two tits, both rather unlifelike. Very inhuman hand holds stuck out at angles for him to mount the device and thrust without falling out. George did so, his motions starting up a pre-recorded moaning. The woman who had done the moaning was not the best actor, but George just imagined one of those werewolves under him. After a few minutes he came, semen spewing into the sex toy's container. He pulled out, feeling very unsatisfied.

“Damn it, I need a girlfriend,” George muttered, “I'm screwing a hunk of plastic, damn it. I'm also talking to myself.”

George sat back down at the computer. Before he could even start typing, his mind drifted back to the girlfriend issue. George stood.

“I am going to fuck a girl. Tonight. I will find one and fuck her.” He made this pledge with a straight face. “I will have her screaming for release as I take her in every way I can. And with that out of the way, I can get some god damned writing DONE!”

The door bull cut into his pledge. George's face went beat red, wondering if the person out side had heard him. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing. George was still the 'new' guy in town. That would work for and against him. A woman, he supposed from his writing, would want to a quick fuck with someone who wouldn't stick around to gossip. Or at least he hoped so.

George walked to the door and opened it. No one was there. A sudden mewling made George look down. A cat looked up at him, curled up in a basket, swaddled with cloth. George knelt and picked up the cat. It was gray and black striped, it's eyes green. One ear was chipped, as if someone had cut it. The cat mewled again, almost as if it was saying 'I'm hungry!'.

“Fine, fine,” George muttered, walking back into his house. He set the cat down. It moved about his legs, mewling piteously once again. “Hold on, hold on,” George muttered, pulling out a dish and filling it with milk. He set it on the floor and the cat began to drink up.

George stood to leave, to follow through on his pledge. The cat meowed. George turned back and knelt next to it. “Your a lonely little cat, no?”

The cat meowed. George started to pet his new cat.

Dusk fell. George was still petting his cat, reading his book and generally failing to follow through on his pledge. The hypothetical 'woman who is going to be screaming in lust and pleasure' was not there. George sighed, petting the cat one last time.

“I suppose you don't know any nice chicks?” George asked. The cat stepped off his stomach and onto the couch next to him, meowing. It walked away and found a place to settle down. The cat was asleep soon, without a care in the world.

“Cats. They have it lucky, don't they?” George asked. He thought about what he could do now. He could watch some of that very fine pornography, and maybe go at it with his toy. He could try and write more.

In the end, his legs decided it for him. He walked to his computer, got halfway, then fell into his bed and went to sleep.


Darkness. Something...wet. George sat up, bursting out of the dream suddenly. He was rock hard, sensation running up and down his spine. It was like jerking off, but a thousand times better. Something soft and wet ran up and down his shaft. Then two small hands with cool, smooth fingers started to slid up and down his cock, the soft wet mouth moving to his scrotum.

George gasped, realizing he was not alone in the bed. A form, underneath his blankets, was moving around. Something brushed his face. A furry something. Then all thoughts were driving out of Georges head as he grunted, thrusting upwards and letting loose. The mouth that had brought him to climax took his seed. A soft swallowing sound announced the woman, whoever she was, taking the cum down her throat. George fell back into his bed, his cock slowly softening. He blinked and then, suddenly, it morning light shone through the window.

George sat up. He had just slept the best night he had ever slept, every part of his body relaxed. Then his new cat moved onto his chest and meowed.

“What?” George asked, “What do you want?”

The cat meowed, jumping off the bed. George stood and, before he could do anything, the cat jumped onto the bed, then jumped onto his shoulder. It rested there, purring softly. It's claws didn't hurt, its tail only tickled his back and so George let it there.

After he had gotten dressed, George decided to renew his vow. As he finished the sentence, “Leave her screaming in diastase's,” The cat jumped onto his shoulder.

“You want to come too?” George asked, looking at the cat. The cat meowed and settled itself more securely on it's perch.

George locked the door behind him, shivering slightly. He walked to the park, waving to some people he passed. The park itself was rather small, with just a gazebo and some jungle gyms. It was also abandoned. George sighed, looking around the park. Then, to his delight, he saw a solitary figure sitting on the swing set. George walked forward, wondering why a teen girl was sitting on a swing.

“Hello,” George said, waving at the girl. The girl looked up at him and George saw that her hair had red highlights around her face, a smattering of freckles over her cheek bones. She wore a red jacket, with a dark red under shirt and red jeans, her feet protected by two sandals. George checked and, yes, she had painted her toe nails red. She was also very pretty.

“Hi,” The girl said, her cheeks coloring as she pushed the swing backwards.

“I'm new in town,” George said and, realizing how stupid that sounded, he held out his hand, “My name's George.”

“Pyra,” The woman said, taking his hand and shaking it, “And...just so you know, I'm new in town too.”

“Really?” George said, “It's...a depressing little berg, isn't it?”

Looking around, it did look depressing. The sky was gray, the air chilly and the entire place felt dead.


“I know. I only came for the collage.” Pyra sighed. “Why are you in town?”

“I'm a writer,” George said.

“Oh really?” Pyra asked, standing. Her entire face seemed to light up. “I love reading. What have you written.”

“Nothing yet,” George said, “In fact I'm stuck...can't seem to get past this writers block. So I decided to just...go for a walk.”

“Wait...you have a cat on your shoulder,” Pyra said, “Can I pet him?”

“I don't know. I found him a while ago and he just-” Pyra held out her hand and the cat crawled onto her arm, claws sinking into Pyra's shirt harmlessly “-decided to stick around.”

“It's a she,” Pyra said, giggling as the cat nosed her cheek. “I love cats.”

“Well...want to do something?” George blurted, his face going as red as Pyra's clothes, hair, eyes...pretty much everything.

“Sure,” Pyra said, “I know a nice bar, if you want.”

“O...Okay,” George said. Pyra smiled, taking his arm. “Come on.”


“...and then my professor looks around and says 'Do you know who did this?' and then I say...'Your wife?'”

George laughed into his soda, spluttering as the liquid went everywhere. Pyra grinned at him, sipping her own lemonade somewhat more sedately. She was right. This was a nice bar, each table cordoned off in a very nice, private fashion. Not that there was anyone else there, the bar abandoned by everyone but the bar tender.

“I like you,” George said, “Your...funny.”

“And attractive, I hope.” Pyra leaned forward, smiling.

Earlier George would have panicked. But an hour of talking to Pyra, with the cat sitting in the table between them, had eroded his nervousness. Instead of stammering, or blushing, or anything else he would have done...George leaned forward and kissed Pyra. Her lips were very soft against his and a jolt of heat smote his loins, making his shaft rise and harden in record time. Pyra moaned softly in the back of her throat, her tongue pushing into George's mouth. Her hand snaked over the table and found George's hand. George squeezed back at her, wishing the table wasn't between them.

Pyra broke the kiss, making a soft smacking noise.

“Are you the only one who wishes this table wasn't hear?” Pyra asked, her face flushed.

“No,” George croaked.

“Do you have rubbers?”

“Y...Yes,” George stood, knowing his cock was easily visible, making a tent in his pants. Pyra stood as well, moving around the table. She took George's hand in her own, kissing him again. This time...without the table between them...

Indescribable. George looped his arms around Pyra's waist, bringing her close to her. He wanted to undress her right now. The table was mostly clean and the bar was mostly empty. George pushed Pyra against the table, spreading her legs slightly. She reached down and unzipped her pants, obviously having the same idea. Her jeans slipped below her buttocks, still covering most of her legs. George's cock sprang into open air as he unzipped himself.

Pyra curled up, her arms looping around his shoulders. George looked down and saw that her slit glistened invitingly. He looked over his shoulder and saw that they were clear. Pyra bit down on his shoulder as he slid into her, a moan in the back of her throat rising. Every thrust of George's made Pyra's teeth sink into his shirt a bit deeper. It hurt, but George's shirt kept them from breaking skin. After a minute or so, Pyra leaned back on the table, her mouth wide open. George leaned forward over the table and locked his lips with her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Pyra wrapped her legs around George's back, pushing against him with her pelvis. After a few minutes his balls contracted, George's eyes screwed up and he came. Pyra moaned as George slid out of her with a slurp. His cum and her juices dribbled onto the table, making it considerably less clean. Pyra pulled her pants up and zipped them, smiling sheepishly. George pulled himself into his jeans, zipping up as well.

Pyra breathed in, breathed out and kissed George again, her arms reaching around him back and pulling him close to her. George's hand slipped under her shirt, found her breast and squeezed. Pyra moaned while kissing him, biting his lip again. The cat jumped onto her back, then crawled from her shoulders to George's.

“Shall we go?” George asked, gesturing to the exit of the bar. They walked past the bartender, who shot them a very very very nasty look. George couldn't care less. Pyra's hand slipped into his back pocket and squeezed slightly. George looked at her and she smiled.


The cat meowed at Pyra as she walked in. It twined about her legs, then rubbed against one of them. “Awww...aren't you a nice kitty?” Pyra asked, kneeling down and petting the cat. George smiled, pulling out the cat's dish, filling it with milk. The cat began to drink it up. George gestured to the bathroom. “Shall we?”

“Sure,” Pyra smiled. She walked to the bathroom, pulling her shirt up and over her shoulders. George stared after her, his mouth hanging open. Then he shook himself, pulling his shirt off.

Pyra was bent over, pulling her panties off, when George came in. When she stood straight, he reached around and grabbed her breasts. Pyra giggled as he played with her tits, gently squeezing, his fingers pinching her nipples. She looked over her shoulder at George, who smiled at her. One of George's hands slipped over her stomach and stopped at her belly button, where his fingers brushed metal.

“What...What is this?” George asked, his right hand still playing with Pyra's breast. Pyra sighed.

“A piercing.” She craned her head around and kissed George. When the kiss broke, she said. “I've had it for as long as I could remember.”

She turned around, her eyes locking with George's. George leaned in and sniffed, running his nose along her cheek bone. She smelled like...smoke, the pleasant smell that lingers after a camp fire is doused. His nose lead his lips to her ear, where he gently nibbled her lobe.


Sally's No Tell Motel visit

Writing in her journal, Sally Davidson made sure her husband Phil wasn’t anywhere nearby her. Paranoid he’d find her writing about a younger man he’d been chatting with for weeks, he sent pics of himself and his kids so she knew he was true and not some one time fling.

Sally Davidson wrote how the two met, eventually playing sophomoric role-play games. After using two gift certificates she received from her parents and his, she went and bought one of the best webcams on the market. Crisp clear internet pictures, she saw Don Lapeer for the first time.

Don wasn’t handsome, but he was in the same boat as Sally. A crappy marriage and no romance anywhere to be found both had to get up early to see the other. Otherwise they had to stay up late. Sally’s husband stayed up late so Sally and Don agreed they would get up early and chat and whatever.

On layoff from the machining plant for 6 weeks, Sally slowly began to learn more and more about Don and his life. The more she learned, the more she liked. The more she liked, the more she loved. The more she loved, the needier she got. The needier she got the more willing she was. The more willing she was the more willing he was. Both were willing to get a little more intimate with one another.

Finally, when Don went out on a Sunday, she opened herself up to promiscuity she never imagined she’d ever do in 43 years of her life. At 38, Don didn’t care she was a few years older. Sally was one attractive woman. Granted they lived 55 miles apart, somehow and someway they’d find a way to close that divide between them.

For the time being webcams would do. Showing himself in shorts without a shirt on, she began slowly wearing nice alluring tops highlighting a modest size chest. However the tops were tight and her chest was too much for him. As pretty as she was, the tall thin woman wore her hair back in a pony tail often showing off her cheek bones, a feature he also liked about her.

Each day passed and the desire to feel her chest, her body, and her hair grew. He told her so in words which read like poetry to her. Each day she knew deeper down in her heart and soul she wanted this lonely man.

“Sally I want you at my side. I want to stand face to face with you, raise my hands, and undo your top while watching your face light up with a smile. I want to slide my hands inside your open top, underneath your bra, and feel your soft sumptuous breasts. I, ohh I ohh my god Sally, I get turned on just typing what I’m writing now.” He sent that so she could read it.

Upon reading what he wrote instantly she melted. She wanted to turn on her webcam, undress herself for Don, and show him what he wants. She turned on her web cam, unbuttoned her pajama top, and removed her pajama bottoms. Sitting in front of her web cam for him, he saw her top draped over her breasts and concealing beauty.
He saw her slender thighs. He was hornier then before. He wanted her to see how much she turned him on. She asked him not to. She asked him to save it so when she came down soon to see him, she could see it, touch it, and experience it for the first time.

They decided to role-play. Two shoppers at a department store, trying on clothes during a busy holiday season the two would accidentally run into the other and begin debating who gets the fitting room first.

He won and she would have to watch him try on different shirts and pants. He would stand in front of his cam in underwear only while she got to see his body almost naked during that span.

“I could help you out” she said. I’ve got to find a way. I want to suck you off. I want to have you naked beside me so I can feel your cock Don. I want you to feel my tits. I want you to finger my horny wet pussy Don.” She had broken down. Sitting in front of her cam, it was apparent she was desperate and needed sex. She was collapsing emotionally. He knew it and empathized. Sliding her hand inside her panties, she closed her eyes for Don. Fingering herself she moaned aloud. Louder the sounds emitted from her. She was already horny as it was.

Listening and watching Sally slowly bring herself to climax, his cock hardened. He slipped a hand inside his underwear but knowing she requested he not show her, he hid it while jerking himself off. He’d cum inside his undies if necessary.

Both masturbating away, Sally opens her eyes to a hand down inside a pair of undies. She watches and watches intently. All of a sudden a naked body walks up behind Don. Sally hears screaming. Don jumps and shuts off his web-cam. Then a blue screen appears.

“What the hell happened” she wondered. “He must have been caught by his wife.”

Later that day she reads an email. He’s coming up her way. He has to see Sally. “I want you and I know you want me too” the email reads. Sally was hott for Don and knew he was right. “I wanna tie you up, do every erotic hole you have, and spend a day sexing you up like never before babe. Can you do that? When can we do that babe? Huh when can we get it on babe?”

“Oh my, oh shit, Oh my god he wants to fuck my ass. I always wanted to do that. Oh god yes, yes I wanna be fucked in the ass. Having Don do that would be so, oh so freakin awesome” Sally thought.

She emailed him back. “You bring the oil, I’ll bring the silk rope and chains. I’ll arrange a room and email you back. Just wait. Oh god I’m horny as fuck Don. I’m already dripping. Seriously, I’m already dripping. I can’t wait Don, kisses, hugs, and a nibble too.”

That day on lunch, she called a special hideaway motel. 20 miles outside the city she arranged for Don to meet her there. He bought a huge bottle of oil. He also bought liquid chocolate and strawberries too. To top it off, he brought her flowers.

She was in heaven and she was horny for two days waiting to be with Don. Calling in sick on a day she knew she had to be at the office, instead she drove to the motel outside the city.

Sitting in her car, she looked around. No one walked to and from their cars. Slowly and carefully getting out, she went to check in. Getting the key and heading towards her room a co-worker passes her by. Startled each stops, looks at the other, but don’t know what to say or do.

“Don’t say anything” the other person Sally worked with asked. “Please as god is my witness, please don’t say anything. I won’t say anything about seeing you here either. I promise Sally.” They hugged and agreed they wouldn’t. Giving the other a friend’s quick kiss on the cheek, they left it at that and headed for their rooms. Don sat waiting in his car until he saw Sally.

He knocked and she froze instantly. So excited she could have pee’d in her pants. “Hello can I help you?” Don said it was him. She opened the door, he slipped inside, and the two hugged and kissed passionately. His hands were all over her. Sliding them down the back of her skirt for starters, she moved it around the front and forced him to put it down the front of her skirt.

He knew what she wanted and went underneath the waistband of her panties, finding her soft bush and toyed with it for a few moments. “Go further” she whispered before going back to kissing him madly.

He dropped his hand further downwards and found her clit. Sally spread her legs apart. “Fuck this” he said and went from the bottom up. “How’s that? Isn’t that a lot better huh?”

“Ohhh fuck yeah Don, fuck yes, oh fuckin hell yes baby!”

He pushed his fingers, while still kissing her, deeper into her cunt. She was, like she said, dripping wet. “Damn, wow this is hott Sally. I mean you’re as wet as you said. Let’s get it on.”


He ripped off her clothes and his too. Picking her up, he plopped her on the bed without stripping back any blankets. Opening up the bottle of chocolate sauce, he poured on himself and then her. Laughing uncontrollably, she smeared what was on her all over her breasts, tummy, and in between her legs. She drove him wild when she did it.

He kneeled over her, slapping his semi-limp cock through the sticky sauce. Moving backwards, he shoved down between her thighs.
Reaching over, he grabbed to strawberries and ran them through it too and then fed them to her. He took a few more and started shoving them between her thighs and eventually she spread her legs apart.

“Put em inside and then eat me out babe” she said. “Shove them all the way up in me baby. Oh god yeah, do it! Try it and so I can see what it’s like. Oh fuck yeah do it baby!”

So he shoved three inside and smashed them up inside her cunt. Don took the chocolate sauce and tried squeezing some inside her pussy. He went down on her pressing his mouth against her cunt and sliding his tongue as far up inside her as possible.

Sally squealed out in pleasure. He sucked or removed the fruit from her pussy while she ran her hands over her body and through the sauce.

Then she rolled him over on his back and did it for him. Pouring the sauce on his chest, she licked his chest repeatedly. Stopping for a moment she asked him if he was happy. He told her yeah and horny too.

Taking the sauce, she poured it all over his hard cock and swallowed it all the way down to his balls. She cleaned every ounce almost of the sauce off the cock.

“Oh wow Sally, do that again. That was fucking cool honey! I mean it was way cool!”

“I got an idea Don. Why don’t you pour some of this in my ass and then fuck my ass. Can you do that?”

“Uhh baby, the oils gonna be much better for that. I guarantee you.”

“Then Donny, do it please. I wanna see what it’s like having a cock up my ass. Please Donny will ya do it?”

She got on all fours, and Don put the bottle up against her ass, tried spreading her cheeks apart, and pouring it inside. IT didn’t work too well so he poured it on his cock, and went up her ass. He didn’t move around. He sat inside it. She screamed in pain, but quickly got used to it and said she loved how he felt.

Then he moved backwards out of it a little, but pushed back in her ass. She squealed again but pleasurably that time. “Do it again baby, fuck my ass again!”

“I’m glad you like it. It’s fun fucking a woman’s ass especially your ass. I mean, looking at your ass Sally, well shit its fine, real fine.”

Finally they went and showered, fucking in it, but not orgasming, he got downon his knees again and muffed her pussy. She almost fell due to she was weak in the knees and he drove her wild as he did it.
Finally she got down on hers and sucked him off while the warm spray hither shoulders. He praised her and praised her telling her she gave good head.

Finally all cleaned off, they went back to the bedroom, stripped off the chocolate smeared blankets, and she laid flat on her back. She told him to tie her up with the silk ropes. He did as requested. Unable to move, she mounted her. Pouring oil on his cock again, she was already lubed up inside, but he wanted to make the best of it.

Shoving his cock in her, he began bangin her harder then she expected. Screaming out in pain, she slowly began to love how it all felt. His cock slammed and slammed repeatedly inside her hole. Knowing caressing her clit was the secret to life of an orgasm, she put a finger on it and rubbed it until she screamed and climaxed.

The shrieks due to her orgasm they figured had to have been heard all over the complex. But the bottom line was, he was as good as she could have expected and so was she.

After Sally orgasmed, he fed her some remaining strawberries and fingered her twat hoping he could get her off a couple more times.

“God baby, we hafta do this more often. I don’t get sex like this at all. Shit, do you? Cause if you aren’t, he’s fucking crazy. I mean, hell Sally you’re good. You’re real good.”


My Girl


I'm Brandon, 18 about 150 lbs 5 ft 11 inches. I've got medium length brown hair, just kinda messed up. Currently I'm a senior at a catholic school in Ohio. This story is about how I met this amazing girl who is just gorgeous. Her name is Ashley. She's blonde, green-eyed, light skinned, and has pretty large breasts. I'd have to guess a high C or a low D, 36 C maybe? I have yet to check, but I do know that they are a mouth and handful. And a fantastic ass, not the best ever but quite amazing still. I had known her throughout high school, but senior year everything changed. We started talking more, joking more, walking through the halls together. A touch her or there in gym – slap on the ass and such. But nothing too serious.

One day our gym teacher gave us this homework assignment that would count for extra credit if we finished it for the test. Not too shabby in my opinion. It was just a simple sheet too – something one would fill out before class and still get by. After gym I was talking to Ashley and she commented how difficult it would be. Thinking she was kidding I just laughed and agreed. Saying goodbye I continued onto my next class.

After school ended I was driving home from school when my cellphone rang. Looking at the screen I noticed it was Ashley. Flipping it open, I put it to my ear.

“Hey Brandon, what's up?” She asked.
“Oh not too much, just driving home – how bout yourself? Was school alright?” I replied
“Yeah it was great. But I was wondering if you'd like to come over and work on the gym homework together?”
“The homework? Hahaha sure sure. Cause it's going to be difficult!” I laughed into the phone.
“Ya I know. How bout you meet over here at 3:30? You're not too far from me are you?” She questioned.
That's when I realized she was serious. But it was a gym worksheet, it couldn't take more than five minutes. Being a teenager with my hormones raging, and constantly being horny, I thought of the possibilities of working together at her house... possibly alone. “Yeah, sure, 3:30 it is. See ya then.”
“Alrighty, bye Brandon,” she cooed.

As soon as I got home I took a quick shower, trimmed up the downstairs (I heard she was a wild girl, and wild girls seem to love cock), and put on some nice looking clothes other than the uniform. After looking up her address in the directory and getting directions, I grabbed the worksheet and ran out the door to my car.

About ten minutes later I arrived at Ashley's house and rang the doorbell. Her little sister open the door and asked what I wanted.
“Um, hey I'm Brandon – I'm here to work on some homework with Ashley.”
“Oh. I'm Jessica. She's upstairs, last door on your right.”

While I walked in a took a long look at young Jessica. I had heard that Ashley had a sophomore sister, but I hadn't actually seen the girl yet. I wish I had. She's small but long blonde hair (to her lower back) blue eyes, light skin also, and good sized breasts. Not as large as her sister's, but most likely some of the best in her class. When she closed the door I glanced down at a shapely ass, much more down there than Ashley even. Jessica was definitely a looker.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by Ashley's voice above. “Hey Brandon, come on up! Let's get started.” Quickly I tore my eyes from her sister's ass and looked up.
Ashley stood at the balcony with a plain white, tight t-shirt on, and a loose red skirt. From my angle I couldn't quite see up all the way, but her long legs certainly stood out.
“Stop staring, come on,” she giggled with a grin on her face.
Kicking my shoes off I walked up the stairs and cautiously moved down the hallway until I found her room.
“Close the door when you come in,” she ordered while looking down at the homework.
Closing the door behind me, I looked at her very spacious room. Light colors on the wall, nice large bed, a red futon against a wall along with some bookshelves and her desk. Along another wall were two doors with a table in between with a TV on it.. Both were slightly open showing a closet and a bathroom. Reflected in the mirror I saw another door which seemed to open to her sister's room.

Patting the chair next to her at the desk, Ashley told me to sit down.
To spare the details we finished the sheet quite quickly, then moved to the futon to watch some TV.
“I thought it would be a lot harder than that. Are you able to stay a little longer? Watch a movie or something?” Ashley asked me.
“Yes sure, I'm fine here. What movie are you thinking of?” I replied.
Without a word she moved backward closer to me, took the remote and turn on the TV; pressed play; the DVD Wedding Crashers came on. “Good choice,” I commented while putting my arm around her shoulder.
Throughout the movie we commented on an laughed at good parts. One of the most interesting was when all of the women were shown being thrown onto the bed topless. “What do you think of them tits Brandon?” Ashley asked with a sly grin.
“Oh they're alright. I've seen much better,” I replied, looking right into her eyes. I hoped she'd get what I was inferring.
“Is that so? (ya) Well you haven't really seen them yet,” she commented, with eyes on the TV but her lower lip being bitten.
“Ah, you are correct,” I laughed.

At one point in the movie I felt her move a bit more, so I looked down at her. Sensing my glance, Ashley looked straight up at me and wet her lips. Turning my head slightly I went in are kissed her on the lips. The kiss started off slow, switching my attention from bottom to top lip – but then she opened up and her tongue found it's way to mine. With the TV on in the background we continued exploring each others mouths. Tongues dancing, one arm around her shoulder bringer her in close, and another resting on her silky smooth thigh, I felt one of her hands cup my cheek while the other rested on the inside of my thigh, right near my crotch.

Getting in the moment, with my lower hand I slowly move it up her thigh, brushing the skirt up higher, slipping under her shirt, gliding up her stomach, tracing her breasts, then cupping her right one outside of the bra. With my thumb I rubbed her nipple through the material and applied slight pressure with the rest of my hand. While my thumb did it's work I felt her hand rest on my stomach, press a little, then lower to my dick – rubbing it slightly through my jeans.

I break the kiss on the lips, then start kissing down her neck to her exposed collar bone.
“Oh god, mmmm, “ she hums out loud. “Hold on a sec, lemme take off my shirt.”
“Will anyone happen to come in?” I ask, slightly worried but wanted to continue.
“My parents come home from work in two hours or so, and Jessica is probably too busy talking to boys on the computer to care about us.”
I glance at the bathroom door, then return my eyes to Ashley and grin.
Smiling, she uses both hands and raises her shirt above her head, then tosses it to the end of the futon. Immediately I lower my head to her chest and start kissing and sucking above her breasts, while both hands grab a handful. While making my way around her boobs and in between I hear a slight sigh escape her lips. I put my left hand behind her back to her bra strap and look up at her to see her reaction. With eyes closed she nods.

My fingers work quickly and her bra loosens up. When it does her hands start to raise up to pull the straps down her arm. I know she'll have her job to do later, but right now is my time to please. My hands enclose hers and pin them onto her legs. With my teeth, I pull each strap to her upper arm – she giggles at this. Next I grab the middle of her bra with my teeth, right in between her beautiful globes. Releasing her hands I start pulling the cotton material from her body. “Hahaha you're amazing Brandon!” She laughs as her bra is pulled completely off.
With a wink I toss the bra to the side and lean in again. Rubbing and pinching slightly, my fingers work her nipples. Tongue and lips trace the middle then rest on her left nipple. Now comes her moans. I worked each tit over quite a bit, leaving her nipple large and wet when I lean backward. Ashley's breathing is quick, but not quick enough. Turning over, I kneel between her legs and take off my shirt. “Your turn?” she asks me.
“Not yet my dear,” I respond – my job is only partly done.

Hands rubbing the outside of her thighs, I lover my head and kiss my way up to her pantie-clad pussy – but only to stop just short on each leg. I take my right hand away from her thigh and rub the front of her pussy through the panties, her moan expresses approval. Using both hands, I grab her waste-band and pull up – and past her legs. There below me is a wonderful sight. Her pussy is shaved except for a small plot of turf above her lips, but trimmed nice and neat. My hand push up her skirt, slide to her ass and pull her slightly toward me – then I dive. My lips kiss around her pussy, but I avoid her clit – that's for later. I pay special attention her her lips, in and out, kissing around and around. Then my tongue reaches forward and explores, tasting and prodding around and around. Occasionally I spread her open with one hand or rub around a little. When her moans become more pronounced and her breathing increases even more, I stick my tongue as far up her I can. I actually have a long tongue on a side note, so I can bring a lot of pleasure. Sliding in and out causes a loud verbal response from her. But oh is she not even close. After a few more plunges, my right index finger replaces my tongue while my lips wrap around her clit and my tongue starts flicking it. Finger probing in and out, lips sucking, and my tongue is tracing the ABC's. (Good tip by the way. Saw it online and has worked very well.) Before I got to G, Ashley emitted a low grunt then a deep and long moan. “Ohhhh goooddddd. Oh jeezz. I'm right there, keeep going. Don't stop!”

Stop? I hadn't even thought of the possibility. Seeing as she was pretty close, I had two fingers into her pussy and start twisting my tongue around her clit while sucking even harder. Three seconds later I was rewarded (and Ashley). “Oh holy god Brandon, I'm cumming!” The rest of her shout turned into a drawn out moan. I learned from a previous girl to keep licking and sucking, but only occasionally brush a girl's clit in the middle of an orgasm. So I backed off a little as her hands clutched my hair and her legs squeezed the side of my head. Soon she rode it out and lay panting on the futon.

“Where the fuck did that come from? Oh my god it was amazing! Whew, Wow,” she finished with a laugh and an arm on her forehead.
“Glad I could be of service to you,” a proud grin outlined the words leaving my mouth.
With a deep breath, Ashley sat up and said, “Your turn.”

Quickly she rose to her knees then pushed me backwards. Flat on my back, she leaded down, kissed me on the lips and said, “That was amazing, not it's time for you to experience amazing.”

She kissed down my chest (not amazingly muscular but it's there) then unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans. Her hand slides up to my boxer-enclosed dick and rubs while biting her own lip. Eyes glued onto my bulge, she pulls down my boxers also – causing my cock to spring up and hit my stomach. Her hands take turns rubbing up and down the shaft, playing with the head, and cupping my balls. With her kneeling between my open legs on the futon, Ashley has perfect access to whatever she wants to do. After a little bit of rubbing, she leans forward and lightly kissed my head, but keeps hers head down. I remember watching and reading about girls kissing the head of a dick and thought it was childish and pointless. But that little peck was the most erotic thing done to me. Until she extended her tongue to the base of my dick and licked all the way to the top, flicked my head, then lowered her mouth down half of my (7 inch) dick. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes tight, rolled my head back and just enjoyed the feeling. Her mouth slid up and down. When it was up her hand stroked the shaft and her tongue swirled around and around the head. Then she would apply some suction. When her mouth was down her tongue rubbed the underside of my dick and her cheeks would suck in, grab the sides; then her lips would slowly rise off – tongue dancing the whole time. Up and down, the procedure being repeated (oh that glorious procedure). She seemed to stay around halfway down my dick each time she lowered her mouth, occasionally slipping past. But I didn't expect her to deepthroat me this time or even take most of my dick. I was hoping for anything involving her and my dick. My breath was quickening, and a tingling could be felt deep down. Soon I would explode. Her mouth rose off my dick at one point. She swallowed her spit, rested her eyes on mine, took a deep breath, then lowered back onto my dick. And continued to lower. I felt the roof of her mouth go by, then her sloping tongue, and finally my head touched her throat. Her mouth seemed to hold back the gag for a second. Then she raised her mouth up, and pushed back down. When I was all the way in, her eyes met mine again and I could tell she was smiling. Suddenly her whole mouth started vibrating. Tingles shot down my cock and reverberated in my balls.
“Oh christ, I'm going to cum,” I moaned.

After a second her mouth rose until just my head was between her lips, and she started sucking like no tomorrow. With a large inhale, I tiled my head back and let it out slowly. As I felt the white load travel up my dick, my eyes caught the bathroom door – and the face of her little sister peaking through. Oh crap she was frowning... wait, turn it upside down and she was grinning from ear to ear. With a grunt I unloaded six or seven shots right into Ashley's mouth. By the fourth shot I closed my eyes until everything was calm. As soon as I was good I opened my eyes to see the doorway empty.


Looking down I saw Ashley raising her head off my dick. Looking at me, mouth closed, I saw her throat constrict then expand. She swallowed it all. Licking her lips she asked, “Amazing?”
“No. Incredible.”
Sitting up I kissed her on the lips. “I'm really glad we got this homework done,” I joked.
“Oh ya. I might need your help more often.”
“And I'll be willing to give it,” I responded.

While I got dressed I kept glancing at the bathroom door but couldn't see past her sister's door. That was definitely her, but what will she do? Taking my worksheet, I kissed Ashley again and made my way to the car. Driving home I couldn't get the images of Ashley's pussy and her sister's grin out of my mind.


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X-men:Bast Ch.3


Legal issues: Kia Jaeger(codename Bast) is an original character and belongs to me. All other characters and core X-men concepts are copyright Marvel, Stan Lee, and other creators. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from them in any way.

Author Note: This story is based upon the story and setup in the comics and takes place at no particular point in them, but is instead treated as it’s own events separate from many of the large happenings in the comics. Also, I am not fully aware of every significant event that has happened in the X-men’s long history, so the information presented in this story and the information in the comics may not always 100% add up. Some characters who might even be dead as of the current X-men issues may be alive in this story.
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Chapter 3

Storm set two plates piled high with salad and heavily loaded with tomatoes. Kia sat down across from her and took her plate from Ororo. It was Wednesday, the day after Kia’s intense Danger Room session with Betsy and the others, and the two teachers were lunching together between classes. While their students were eating in the massive cafeteria on the ground floor, they shared their meal in this small break room adjacent to the main kitchen.

Kia lightly sprinkled Italian dressing on her salad and passed the bottle to her friend. “So,” she spoke up, “How was the date last night?”

Storm smiled, her eyes slightly distant as she recounted pleasant memories. “Very nice. Hank took me to the new Korean restaurant just outside the city limits. He even made sure they had vegetarian meals. We had a wonderful night.”

“Sounds like a good time,” Kia smiled. “Did you do anything else, or just dinner?”

“After we finished eating we walked to a nearby park,” Storm explained. “He tried to hire a carriage ride, but it didn’t happen.”

“No one would stop for you, huh?” Kia asked dryly.

“For the most part. One man finally did, but by then the idea was kind of ruined, and the horses were a bit nervous around Hank. So we gave up.”

“That’s too bad,” Kia sighed. “I’m sorry you guys had to deal with that on what was otherwise a nice date.”

“It’s okay,” Storm shrugged after she finished chewing her mouthful. “It happens, we’re both certainly used to such things. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.”

Kia grinned mischievously and leaned forward. “I don’t suppose Hank put any moves on you, huh?” she asked in a conspiring voice.

Both women giggled lightly. “Unfortunately not,” Ororo sighed. “Even after dating for than five months, I think he just doesn’t have the confidence to make the first move. Something like that is a bit too bold for him.”

Kia nodded and smiled wryly. “So nothing, huh?”

“He walked me to my room and kissed me on the cheek once we got home.”

“Oh, Hank’s a risqué one, isn’t he?” Kia laughed.

Storm shook her head and gave a rueful smile. “I think at this rate I may have to take matters into my own hands.”

“Hank is just trying to be a sincere gentleman, I’m sure,” Kia replied. “He’s just a bit too gentlemanly, in this case.”

“Yes, I know,” Ororo nodded. “And Hanks ability to be a gentleman and be considerate and kind is one of the things I find attractive about him in the first place. But even still…I think it is about time we move our relationship into a deeper level. And sometimes I can be rather impatient.”

Kia giggled softly and smiled at her friend. “Do you already have plans?”

“Not really,” Storm replied. “But I’ll figure something out. If he doesn’t do some moving soon, I’ll have to give him some gentle but obvious suggestions, I think.”

“Good luck,” Kia said. “Hank’s a great guy. I’m sure he’ll come around. Just as soon as he gets the idea through that thick blue skull of his.”

Storm smiled warmly and carried her empty bowl to the room’s mini sink. “I think it’s more a matter of his head being so jammed with scientific formulas and genetic structuring that it takes awhile for him to work anything else in.”

Kia laughed and brought her own bowl to the sink. She helped Storm quickly do the dishes.

“So how goes your training, my friend?” Storm asked when they finished.

“Good,” Kia smiled. “The Professor is working with me a lot on getting a better feel for my powers and finding out what I’m capable, and also teaching me how to apply my powers in a combat situation. Betsy and Rogue are helping me out a whole lot in learning different fighting techniques and martial skills, too.”

Storm nodded and smiled. “That’s good. I think Psylocke could help you learn a lot. She knows more about hand to hand combat than almost anyone else here. I’d venture to say the only person who knows more is Logan.”

“Logan?” Kia’s brows arched in surprise. “He knows martial arts?”

“Indeed,” Storm smiled. “He knows more forms of martial arts and fighting than any of us, probably more than even he realizes. You seem surprised.”

Kia shrugged. “I guess I am. I mean, he was at a Danger Room session I went to yesterday and…well, he didn’t really seem the martial-arts type. He was a great fighter, yeah, but he was more like…like a brute, I guess, than a martial artist. Well no, not a brute. An animal.”

“Ah,” Ororo nodded. “Yes, Logan is like that sometimes. It’s a bit strange. He tends to fight in different ways depending on his mood and what kind of situation he is faced with. Sometimes he fights with more precision and technical expertise than anyone I have ever seen…and sometimes he fights as if he were a possessed demon.

“Logan has often been called a berserker,” Ororo explained. “When he is calm and in control, he is very precise and calls on his extensive training in combat and martial arts…but when he becomes emotional or enraged, he fights purely on instinct and aggression.”

“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” Kia asked. “He seemed…I don’t know…almost reckless.”

“He can afford to be on occasion,” Storm smiled. “Part of his mutant abilities is a vastly accelerated healing factor…his body mends itself of almost any damage, often almost instantaneously. Logan can and often does absorb an amount of punishment that would normally kill someone, and shrugs it off as if it were nothing.”


“Yeah, I noticed that,” Kia nodded. “See, now why can’t I have that ability? Then I wouldn’t ever have to worry about hurting myself with all the tripping and stumbling I always do.”

“You do have a healing power, to a degree,” Ororo pointed out.

“I guess,” Kia shrugged. “But it’s not the same. Sure, I can heal myself by altering my cells…but it takes time and an effort. Automatic healing seems a lot more useful.”

Storm smiled sagely and nodded. “We all have our gifts. The more you explore your gift, the more you’ll realize it’s the right one for you.”

After lunch ended Kia headed back to her classroom and sank into her desk with a sigh. She felt slightly tired from all the training she had been doing lately, but it was an invigorating change. Kia had often been physically active, and considered herself to be in good shape. Though it had been about two years since the last time she had been in a dojo of any kind, she had maintained a reasonable amount of activity and athleticism. She had never, however, been through such rigorous and extreme demands as the X-men training regiment demanded. The sharp increase of activity her body had been subjected to in the last several months had been difficult at first, still was. Still…where she had always had a relatively slim and flat stomach, now she had the hint of femininely defined abs and a tight, firm abdomen with lean but solid muscle beneath. Her calves were tight and roundly muscled, her thighs firm and sculpted more than they’d been even at the peak of her old athleticism. She was still not in the kind of tight and toned physical condition that Rogue or Betsy were, but her fitness was obvious at a glance, and Kia was proud of the kind of progress she had been making lately.

With almost a half-hour left to kill, Kia went through a short grading session and made a pretty good dent in the enormous stack of papers and assignments before students started to filter in for the next class. She lectured briefly on their assigned reading, then let the class break into groups to converse about the nature of what they had read and to answer several semi-advanced questions related to the reading. She went from group to group, helping them to examine the text on a deeper level if they had problems seeing what was there, and even engaging in a rather enjoyable conversation with one group who seemed to be picking up the important themes better than the others. All in all, the class went well, as did the next and final class of the day.

After putting the classroom in order and locking the room till tomorrow morning, Kia went to her room and changed out of her tidy teaching clothes and into one of her favorite jeans, a pair that hugged tightly to the roundness of her hips and lush buttocks. She pulled on a light purple short sleeved V-neck top that showed off a respectable but tantalizing portion of her generous cleavage.

Kia left her room and wandered into the rec room that was most often frequented by the team. It was a large, spacious room with wooden floors and light blue walls. Wall hangings were evenly spaced around the room, and several windows let the sunlight warm the room on clear and pleasant days. A number of entertainment pursuits set up around the room. A large flat-screen TV was hung on one wall with a wide couch set in front of it flanked on one side by a loveseat and the other by two deep cushioned recliners. On the other side of the room were games of various sorts, including a pool table, air hockey, a pinball machine, and two old-fashioned arcade machines. A mini fridge with snacks and beverages was settled in one corner. The room wasn’t as heavily packed with games and entertainment devices as the several game rooms around the Manor, but it also wasn’t frequented by the students and teenagers like the game rooms were.

Several of the X-men were gathered there already. Rogue and Kurt were standing in one of the corners at opposite ends of the air hockey table. Rogue had a dark scowl on her face as Kurt scored another goal in what the score monitor showed was a rather impressive total. Kurt grinned wider as Rogue fished the puck out and dropped it back on the table. Kurt was wielding his bumper with his tail.

Betsy and Jean were sitting on the couch, half watching a home makeover program but mostly making fun of the show and distractedly discussing current events.

Jean was one of Xavier’s first X-men, and his first actual pupil, taken on before the X-men had even been formed. She was a few inches shorter than Kia and slender, with long legs and striking flame red hair that tumbled down to her waist in a thick mane of curling locks. Her eyes were a luminous emerald green and her skin was smooth and clear. Her bustline, while not as generous as Kia or Betsy’s, was nonetheless impressive, especially on her otherwise small and slender frame.

Kia glanced away from the couch. She had avoided Jean almost the entire time she had been living at the Mansion. It sometimes created a tense atmosphere. It wasn’t really that she disliked Jean, but neither of them could really be comfortable around the other. Her open dislike and animosity toward Jean’s husband made things rather awkward.

Not wanting to step into a tense situation with Jean, Kia approached the air hockey table. “Wow. I never knew you were such an air hockey enthusiast, Kurt.”

“It ain’t fair!” Rogue protested in her thick southern drawl.

Rogue was another of Kia’s close friends. She liked Rogue’s spirit, the fiery and enthusiastic approach she took toward everything, though the Southern Belle could be calm and collected when the situation called for it. She was just under Kia’s height at 5’8”, but had broader shoulders and a more powerful build. While certainly still feminine and womanly, Rogue was the most muscular and toned of all the female X-men, probably owing to her superhuman strength and the frequency of which she got directly involved in the more rigorous and physically demanding aspects of being an X-woman. Her hair was one of her most defining features, a rich chestnut brown that tumbled down to her shoulder blades in thick, almost shaggy locks. However, at her forehead hairline were thick locks of bright white hair, twisting through her hair in two wild streaks that stood out starkly. Her breasts were quite generous and amazingly perky and round, sitting high on her chest. Her hips were rounded softly and her buttocks were juicy. Her legs were one of her most impressive aspects, long and lean with firm, succulent thighs rippling just under the surface with the muscles of a true female athlete.