Yes, another fast turn around. I'm thankful to all of you that are commented. I appreciate that.
"Why don't you take a seat." Emma suggested to the newest student. Ororo nodded curtly and walked down the aisle.
"Is this one taken?" A well manicured nail pointed at the desk next to John opposite of Laura.
"Uhh...no. Be my guest." John's eyes followed Storm's svelte figure as she gracefully slid into her chair. Yep, she does have a nice ass.
As class continued John couldn't help but look at the two ladies on either side of him. Storm was dutifully paying attention to Emma as she lectured. Laura looked distracted however. What's gotten into her? She was fine this morning. At one point he leaned over. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." She responded curtly. This was most unlike her. Puzzled, John leaned back and looked around. Ororo was still paying attention, Adam looked spell bound by the goddess sitting front of him, and everyone else was otherwise staring in their notebooks.
Soon enough class was over. As students threw books into their bags he caught up with Laura. "Hey, you want to get lunch?"
Wolverine's daughter cast an annoyed gaze. "Not today. I have things to do. Yeah. Things."
Before he could respond she marched off, those leather hip huggers of hers doing exactly as they were designed for. "Hmmm."
"You said lunch?" The voice came from right behind John, startling him. He turned and came face to face with Storm.
"Yeah, you want to go?" He couldn't help but admire her smooth features and deep, though feminine, voice.
"Hey, I'm coming too!" Adam burst through a throng of students to stand next to them.
"Great. Let's go."
"Wait, let me text Kitty. She may want to join us." John slumped his shoulders. Yeah. That's great. Their encounter a few days ago played back through his head. Maybe she can throw me in a freezer this time.
Unlike ninety five percent of other schools, the food at the Xavier Institute was palatable. It wasn't uncommon for students to go back seconds, or even thirds in the case of Colossus and Angel.
"What's good?" Storm asked as she grabbed a tray from the rack.
"Everything!" Adam replied. If John didn't know better Adam was smitten with their newest student. Piling up on food the trio found an empty table and sat down.
"Didn't you say a friend was joining us? Katie…?"
"Kitty." Adam replied as he chewed through a sandwich. "She'll be here any…."
Like clockwork Kitty Pryde materialized next to them. "Woo, sorry. I got here late and the line was too long. You must be Ororo. Did I get that right?"
"Storm." Obviously she had been through this before. "Just Storm."
"How mysterious." Kitty sat down and acknowledged both Adam and John. Though John was acknowledged more coldly. "So where are you from?"
Over the next several minutes Storm filled them in on the relevant facts. Where she was from: Brooklyn. Why the mohawk: Cause she liked it. Then came a stumbling block. "Why is your hair white?"
"I'm a descendant of a line of witch queens." She replied nonchalantly like it was the most common thing in the world.
"Princess?" Adam was lost in lust. "Princess Storm?"
"Do not call me that." The air hummed around them with building electricity. Uh-oh. I think I know her power.
"Of course your majesty." Adam mock bowed then yelled as lightning arced across the table. "Storm...Storm."
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go find my next class." Ororo pushed her tray forward and stood up.
"Oh let me help you." Adam said, standing up while massaging his hand.
Kitty and John both exchanged a glance. Despite their animosity they both knew their friend was in over his head.
"Fine." Storm waited as Adam took their trays to the kitchen. "Nice meeting you John...Kitty."
"Nice meeting you Storm!" Kitty yelled, then added. "Say what's your team?"
"I'm being tested later."
"Aim for Beast's!" Kitty was on Beast's team already and was always looking for another girlfriend.
"Ready to go your highness?" Adam returned and received another jolt in reply.
"Yes." The pair marched off leaving Kitty and John alone. They studied each other for several moments until Kitty made the first move.
"I must be off as well. If you'll excuse me." She began to fade out.
"Wait, wait….Kitty!" Now or never I guess.
"What is it?" She popped back into existence more annoyed.
"I think you and I need to clear the air here. If anything for the sake of your brother."
Kitty pondered for a brief few seconds. Adam wasn't her brother but their relationship was that of siblings. She was also one of the few mutants that could be near him if he lost control of his powers. "Alright."
Step one. John breathed a sigh of relief. "Listen. Jubilee found me Friday and I apologized to her."
"Uh-huh." The brunette looked at her nails, pretty much ignoring John.
"I'm serious! I apologized to her for letting her down. I'm learning here, cut me some slack."
"Uh-huh."
"That's it's? Uh-huh?" John felt his power flare as he got angry. Not now. I need to show control. "Are you going to say anything."
Kitty stopped her inspection and regarded him. "I'll check your story and let you know."
Before he could respond she put on headphones and faded out once again. "Well, shit."
Warm water poured of John as he stepped into the shower. Frost's team wasn't in the danger room today so they practiced control and manipulation of their abilities. It was mentally exhausting and John wanted nothing more than to shower and slip into bed. I'm just lucky Logan didn't find me.
Laura was still acting aloof in McCoy's class and disappeared right as the bell rang. While puzzled by his friends behavior he was relieved she didn't drag him to fight Peter again. John rubbed his cheek where Colossus smacked him. Still tender.
He didn't know how but John was actually succeeding in his bet. He'd managed to stave off cumming for a weekend despite Rogue and Jubilee both throwing themselves at him. He even managed to avoid his hands. Of course he accomplished that feat by boring himself with studying. Overall, John felt pretty good about how this semester was turning out so far.
Squirting a handful of soap into his palm, he worked it into a lather and spread it all over. Stress as well as grime disappeared under the cleansing bubbles. John massaged the soap in further, finally reaching his endowment. His cock sat flaccid against his leg as if this weekend's disappointments were too much for it to bare. His balls were another matter.
Already oversized, each one appeared even more swollen than usual. Their constant sperm production was unabated by his lack of sexual activity. I may need a wheelbarrow by the end of this. Regardless, he soaped up his manhood and cleaned it off.
Nearly done, he was about to turn off the shower when he heard something. It sounded like...giggling. "Uh..hello?
No response. "Anyone in here?"
He heard the giggle again. Where is that coming from? John traced the sound as best he could, finally pressing his ear against the tile wall. What's on the other side? He tried to conjure up a map of the building. Carefully laying down pieces. Oh...that's the girl's bathroom!
The floor plan is his mind was replaced with images of Rogue, Psylocke and Storm hanging out in there. Lounging in bathtubs while blowing bubbles at each other. That's what girls do in the bathroom right?
The giggling grew louder as pressed his ear harder onto the wall. What the hell is going on over there? Before he could think of another idea some force grabbed him and dragged him through the wall.
When he could see again John was disappointed to learn he wasn't surrounded by giggling girls and mounds of suds. The shower stall he was in matched the one he was yanked out of.
"Hello John." The words came in a giggle.
"Kitty...what are…" His jaw dropped to the floor. "...do….ing….."
Kitty stood before him completely naked. Her skin glistened and her blue eyes sparkled. Not that John noticed such things. His eyes were drawn to her shapely breasts. Nearly perfect in shape, each one hung like a teardrop off her chest; capped with a pink nipple. They bounced hypnotically as she advanced on him.
"I spoke to Jubilee John. She told me everything."
"Everything?" John found himself pressing against the cold tile.
Kitty was on him now, her smooth flesh pressing up against his own. "Everything. How you apologized and she apologized for my behavior."
John shuddered when she ran a hand down his face. "I…."
"Shhh….She apologized for me, but I need to do it personally. To make up for my bad behavior." Kitty brought her index finger to her lip and playfully sucked it. "Will you accept it?"
"Of course…" John stammered. Blood was vacating every single part of his body and making for his member. It rose to full mast in record time and poked Kitty in the side. Number 1! Number 1! A voice inside his head kept shouting.
"Thank you John, now that we got that out if the way." she slid down his body, breasts dragging erotically the entire way. "I want to try something else she told me."
"Which was?" John tried to act dumb, but it was like fighting the Juggernaut.
"This silly boy." Kitty pushed him further against the wall before grabbing his cock with both hands. "She raved about how massive and...virile...you are."
"..but…." He half heartedly protested.
"You are….it's so big….I felt it last week and got scared. So no touching." Kitty wagged a finger in front of him.
She started lapping at the tip of his 13 inch member. "Jubilee also raved about how good you tasted..."
"Mmm, that part is….hard to believe." Kitty twisted her face at the flavor of his flowing precum. "Maybe a little lube is needed for the good stuff."
A free hand reached through the wall and returned with a bottle of soap. "Yeah….lube. why don't you turn on that shower too."
Stupefied, he readily complied. Soon warm water was drenching the duo. Kitty poured out a long bead of soap onto his cock. Tossing the bottle aside she grasped his firm member with both hands and started lathering him up. "That's it John. Give me the good stuff."
Jizzum flowed like a river, spurned on by her wet soapy hand job. She went in again for more of his pre, this time looking more satisfied. "Ahh...that's so much better. Are you holding back on me? I don't want you to hold back."
She continued before he could answer. "I understand why you didn't cum for Jubilee, why you pulled her off you and sent her to the door.
"I'm not her though, I'm not your teammate." She said in a sultry tone. "I want your cum. And when I say cum, you'll do it right?"
"Uh...yeah?" The charges and bet were long forgotten with Kitty kneeling before him; cock held in both hands.
"That's just what I wanted to hear." Kitty hoped she was coming off as confident. In truth she was terrified. Her sexual experience was limited to say the least and she hadn't expecting him to have such a monstrous member. She tried last week to nail him and snag those bonus points, but his size frightened her off. With a new game plan she was ready to go.
Soaking wet from the soap, the cock slid easily within her grasp. The river of jizzum ran unabated from the tip even as she stroked faster, picking up pace.
John let his hands slip from their precarious tile perch. They carefully reached up and touched Kitty, ready to direct her like Jubilee. She responded in an instant.
"I said no touching!" Kitty yelled abandoning his member and grabbing his left hand then right. With the aid of her mutant powers she forced both hands into tile wall. "That'll show you."
He flexed his hands, surprised they still functioned. Both were filled with foam insulation and unable to move a fraction of an inch. Fantastic. "I'm sorry..?"
"Mmm…" Kitty returned to his cock, continuing her slow sloppy handjob. "You had your chance. Now it's mine."
John could only grimace and endure as Kitty lathered up his cock, building up a large head of foam. Further and further her hands went, sliding down his member until she reached the base. Instead of doubling back her fingers crept lower to his large, plump testicles.
"John, tell me something." Her fingers were electric across his sensitive sack; each individual digit prodding his overloaded babymakers.
"Yeah?" The absurdity of the situation was no longer bothering him at this point. The mutant had his hands stuck in the wall while his number one crush in the school was giving him a sloppy hand job in the girl's bathroom. If anything the last few days taught him it was that this was going to be par for the course from here on out.
"Did any other girls...you know….get to you….?" Oh that. He considered telling her about Rogue's attempted handjob, or Jean's flirtatious behavior. She already knew about Jubilee, but why was it such a concern for her? John pondered that question before it was squeezed out of him. Kitty kneaded his eggs, causing him to groan and forcing the question out. "...Well?"
"No one." He lied.
"No one? Not even Jubilee?" Her blue eyes were wide and innocent. A harsh contrast from the number she was doing to him and his libido.
"Well, yeah….but…...argh…." She rolled a testicle over with her hands. "...you already knew about that."
Kitty giggled. "Oh you're right I did. Good, that's all I wanted to know."
Why? Thoughts of them becoming an item danced through his head. This is a weird way to become an item. John thought.
No longer content with merely teasing him, Kitty's hands returned to his aching cock. The small stream of precum had grown to a river; a constant trail of delicious cream that drizzled over his partner.
"I just love how big you are." Kitty stated while jacking him off. "Jubilee described it to me and I felt it before, and yet it is still bigger than I could have ever imagined. I mean look at this thing."
Kitty brought his soapy cock up to her face. "My hands can barely fit around this thing. And the head….well, I don't know how Jules managed it but this thing isn't fitting in my mouth."
For emphasis she licked the tip; her mouth barely able to open with enough to stem the draught of precum his dick unrelentlessly released. John shuddered as Kitty massaged the head with her tongue before kissing his member. As she pulled back she left behind an a trail of spite and precum that connected her lips with his cock.
"Just something to remember me by darling." Kitty winked. As if I could ever forget this. John thought glumly. He strained against the wall with his entrapped hand, yet found no success.
The intensity of her hand job increased, the loud squishing noise masked by the water beating down on them. John was getting close now. He could feel a surge as his cock throbbed painfully. Blood pulsed and trembled in engorged veins. An entire week's worth of denial was coming to a head under Kitty's ministrations.
"I'm gonna….I'm gonna…" John was losing control. He vainly gripped the wet tile for support as his legs buckled. Pleasure overwhelmed his entire body. His cock throbbed to the rapid beat of his heart while his balls went into overdrive.
"Do it!" Kitty demanded, furiously fisting his cock.
"Arrrrgghhhhh!" John went off like a cannon. A week of no sex went out the window like cum from his cock. The first blast went right through Kitty, smashing into the stall divider and splashing jizz in every direction.
Kitty reappeared for the next blast. It landed squarely on her face and drooled down her chin. Each shot lost intensity but not volume; John felt like his entire being was ejaculated as his cock refused to die. Cum splashed all over Kitty, now landing on her breasts.
Finally his orgasm let up. One last squirt dangled of the tip of his satisfied member. Already his balls had deflated; hanging halfway to his knees. John himself slunk to the floor as much as his bound hands would allow.
Kitty lapped up the cum that had coated her. "Thanks John. That was great."
"Uhh….you're welcome." Is that what people say after hand jobs? Wait my charges! She said masturbation right?
"I'm glad we cleared the air here." Kitty stood up and grabbed a towel. "See you around John."
He watched her butt bounce as she left the room; uncharacteristically using the door. John let out a long sigh as cold water poured down on him them realized his new problem. "Shit. I'm stuck in the girl's bathroom!"
Emma paused in her room as she felt a charge weaken and flare out. That's one John.
She reached out and felt the nearby minds, detecting just Kitty nearby. Well done girl.
Kitty clung to John as they left class. Their sexual union seemed to abate any animosity they may have felt. Before class Kitty whispered in his ear that she had a trick she wanted to try. Thoughts of another sexual union had flitted through his brain all wanted to question her further but Emma Frost approached them as they walked into the hall, a wry smile on her lips.
"John, you lost a charge." She announced publicly.
His mouth worked open and closed several times. "...but…..I didn't…."
Emma knew what he was trying to justify. "It still counts. Regardless of how it happens. Ms. Pryde?"
John turned and realized Kitty was wearing a Cheshire cat grin. "Yes?"
"You're the first to complete the assignment. You have 10 points for the class of your choosing."
"Thanks professor!" Kitty exclaimed, clearly excited. "I'll let you know."
"Wait, what assignment was this?" John asked, clearly confused.
"I offered an extra assignment to several students. She just turned hers in first."
"Uh…" He thought about his own grades. "...Can I get this assignment."
Emma smiled. "Sorry, you already have your own."
Don't remind me. "Kitty, what's your assignment?"
She smiled at him. "I can't say. What's yours?"
"I can't say." Well, I can but… Just then Laura walked by. His friend was still a little aloof but slowly returning to normal. "Hey, Laura!"
"What is it?" Still cold. "Kitty just completed some special assignment for points. Do you know what that's about?"
A parade of emotions passed through Laura's face in an instant. Dismay, annoyance, jealousy and a hint of sadness all showed up. She responded sullenly, "Yeah I do."
"And…?"
Laura built up the courage to speak but Adam interrupted her.
"Hi X-Babe."
"I told you I would cut you into pieces if you called me that one last time Adam." Laura snapped back, simmering with rage.
"Oh you know you love it"
"That´s it." Laura lunged forward and tried to hit Adam. Remarkably, her fist just passed through him as if he was a ghost.
"I see you are making new friends like always, Adam" Kitty stated, her hand resting on Adam's shoulder.
"You know me."
"And I won't be always there to save your ass."
Laura regarded the pair with fury. "I gotta go. See you later John."
"Wait!" John tried calling after her but it was too late, Laura had already disappeared down the hall. "Great going guys."
He turned back but Adam and Kitty were gone. Instead he was looking at the barrel chest of Colossus.
"I've been looking for you."
"Harder."
John struck again, but his fist failed to do much to the punching bag. "This is a bad idea."
"No. It's necessary." Peter barely gripped the bag in one oversized hand. "You need to learn. Wolverine sees it."
"All I'm seeing is injuring my hand." He massaged his wrist. "Can we try something else?"
"We should." Colossus's stoicism was a slightly unnerving but John went along with it. The towering Russian went into a storage locked and came back out with two long sticks. "So you know what these are?"
"Polearms?"
"Close." John caught the one Peter tossed at him. "These are quarterstaves."
He hefted the wooden pole several times. It felt light in his hands and well balanced. "And?"
"Come at me." Colossus declared, holding his weapon in a guard. John obliged, moving closed to the oversized mutant and striking at him. Peter easily deflected the hit aside and countered with one of his own.
John managed to block Colossus's blow, slowly getting used to the weapon as they exchanged. Several minutes in sweat was pouring off of him.
"Can I ask you something Peter?" He asked while blocking another hit.
"Do not stop." John took that as an affirmative.
"What's been wrong with Laura lately?" He slashed low only to have Peter block the swipe.
"What do you mean?" Colossus went high in an overhead slash. John blocked the strike but his hands were left vibrating.
"She's been aloof lately."
"Aloof?"
"Not herself." This time a thrust with a blunt end. "You're her teammate, maybe you know?"
"I do not. She's much close to Betsy than myself." He paused to consider that statement, and that was his undoing.
John had no time to react as Peter brought down on quarterstaff. He feebly tried to bring up his own, but it was too late. The staff feel uselessly from his hands as bones popped and gave way. The pain was incredible and he slump to his knees. John tried to scream but he couldn't find his voice.