The Mind Is Virgin Territory update

Jean cornered her in an empty hallway between classes, confronting Kitty with such seriousness and gravitas that for a moment, it was like Kitty was the younger woman, and Jean her old self, all Phoenix and motherhood.

“Why won’t you let me sleep in your bed anymore?”

Kitty sighed—she would’ve looked around to see if there were any furtive eavesdroppers, but she knew Jean was more careful than that. Even as she spun off the rails, Jean was still the responsible one. No wonder she and Scott ended up together. “You know why not.”

“Well… it’s stupid. I know about you and Emma.”

Kitty gulped deeply. “That is none of your concern.”

“You’re practically her sex slave. Because of me. And… you like it. Or you like thinking of me when she’s doing it, and Emma likes that. And you’re already being punished for it, so why can’t we just do it? It’s what you want. You think about it over and over again.”

“And I shouldn’t,” Kitty overrode her. “I know you’re scared and confused and this feels right, but… why don’t you do this with Scott? You love him.”

“No, I’m going to love him,” Jean said, seeming so young in her petulant pouting. “But I don’t right now, and why do I have to? Maybe I don’t want to be in love with him. Maybe I want to be in love with you. Am in love with you.”

“You’re a teenager.”

“Barely!” Jean retorted. “And you’re barely an adult. Have you even graduated college?”

“You tell me,” Kitty said, shaming her. “Since you’re so comfortable reading my thoughts.”

“It’s not like that,” Jean insisted. “I just… pick things up. You’re the one thinking them.”

“I shouldn’t,” Kitty reiterated. 

“Even though it makes you happy? And it makes me happy? And for all we know, the world could end a month from now, so what will even matter then except for how happy we were?”

“Jean,” Kitty said, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “It is not that simple.”

“It’s not that complicated either. You just like playing the adult so it’s easier for you to—“

“None of this is easy!” Kitty said, raising her voice. “And I am the adult!”

“You weren’t when she fucked you,” Jean said, taking a step forward, coming so close to Kitty that she phased. But Jean didn’t come any closer, so Kitty was just standing there, intangible, with Jean still in her face. “The other me. The older me. You were my age and she fucked you because you needed to be fucked. And you still do.”

“Stay out of my head,” Kitty whispered, still intangible—she was aware that she was holding it, deliberately, afraid to be in a position where Jean could touch her.

“It’s not in your head, it’s on your face. In your eyes. Your nipples are getting hard. Your pussy’s wet.” Jean smirked. “You want to fuck my ass? You can. You can be the first…” Then, in her head, Kitty heard You can do to me what Emma does to you.

And like that, Kitty was solid again, she was grabbing Jean and pulling them both through a wall, unphasing only inside a hall closet. She spun Jean around and pushed her against the wall, kneeling down to get a closer look at her ass, and Jean was pulling her dress out of the way while Kitty pulled her panties down. She licked the pert buttocks, planted wet kisses down the backs of her thighs, tasting sweat, smelling arousal. Her tongue slithered up the toned inner thighs, sizzled over the inch of flesh between womanhood and anus. She hadn’t intended to, didn’t know how she got there, but all of a sudden her lips were pressed to the crinkled anus in a long kiss. Her tongue slid out of her mouth. Its tip explored the grommet of Jean’s tiny asshole, tickling further and further inside of it.

There was a strong, pungent scent between Jean’s warm, sweat-moist buttocks, and it excited Kitty tremendously. She inhaled deeply, finding it heady, almost spicy, and she suddenly had the insane desire to lick into Jean’s ass. She halfway couldn’t believe that she should want to do such a vile, filthy thing, at her mature age, with someone as innocent as Jean, but she was beyond reason, lost in the raging inferno of her need for Jean. She didn’t even try to resist the depraved urge. With a whimpering sob, she stuck her tongue deep into Jean’s tight, hot rectum.

The murky taste made Kitty’s senses reel. She couldn’t believe that she—an X-Man, a teacher, a superhero, hell, she’d probably been an Avenger at some point—now actually had her mouth pressed to a woman’s ass, her tongue rammed inside of it. The gross perversion of what she was doing, especially with such a young victim, slammed luridly into her whirling mind—and only aroused her further. She moaned piteously and started licking even deeper into the furnace of Jean’s rectum.

She groaned inwardly: I can’t help myself! I don’t even want to! And let herself wallow in the filthy carnality which was only turning her on more as she was sucked down like a woman who’d stepped into quicksand. I’m so hot! Even her asshole is good! I haven’t got any shame left… none at all… this is such a filthy thing to do, it’s a sin, a crime against nature…

But isn’t it exciting? Her next thought came, delivered in Jean’s voice. Other than the psychic come-on, the redhead just lay there, gasping with pleasure as her elder, her teacher, her mentor held her plush buttocks apart with her fingers and plunged her tongue, hot and wet, in and out of her anus. 

Kitty must’ve kissed Jean’s asshole a hundred times after she gave into her filthy urge for the first time, and she shivered with pleasure herself as she ran her insatiable tongue around and around the flaring rim of Jean’s saliva-slick asshole.

You’ve gotten it nice and wet, she thought, or maybe Jean thought it—it felt like both. Now aren’t you going to fuck it?