Sex With Someone You Love

Jean watched as the Phoenix carried a pitcher of beer to Logan, letting him eye her luscious curves as she moved slowly and sultrily all the way to him. When she turned away from him again, she swung her ass enticingly for his approval. 

Phoenix seemed to enjoy the attention. And even if Jean didn’t think she would, she still resented Phoenix getting all of it. Weren’t her curves just as delicious, even if they were smaller?

No. She knew her older self was beautiful in a way she wasn’t and it seemed like she never would be. Her face was too cute to be sexy, her sexuality was too raw to be sensual, and her body lacked the full breasts, swinging hips, and long legs that Phoenix showed off to aplomb. The woman was a head taller than her! How could Jean compete with not only that biological ripeness, but the confident experience that made Phoenix seem like a love affair waiting to happen under every circumstance?

Jean watched the luscious way Phoenix walked as she left Logan stewing in his juices, leaving the building and sitting down on the stope outside to enjoy the soft breeze. The wind pushed at Phoenix’s dress, molding the fabric against the well-sized breasts that Phoenix’s maturity had brought her. Phoenix smiled as if enjoying a private joke.

“Did you have to wait?”

“Wait?” Phoenix asked, looking suspiciously at her younger self.

“For them to want you,” Jean clarified. “Did you have to wait until you looked like that before they all wanted your body?”

“That’s not the problem,” Phoenix said. “The problem is getting them to think of anything else.”

“Not my problem,” Jean said. “I have everything you’ve got. Everyone knows I’ll look like you when I’m older, but still no one wants to fuck me.”

Phoenix laughed. “They will. Trust me, they will. Soon enough, they’ll be lining up for you.”

“How soon?” Jean insisted. 

Phoenix’s full, lush lips twisted into a smile, sinful and sensuous, that reminded Jean that not only would Phoenix lose her virginity, but she’d be Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. All the degenerate sex she could ask for had been hers for the taking.

“How ready are you?” Phoenix retorted.

“I want to. I really want to,” Jean answered briskly. “That means I’m ready.”

Phoenix stood up and walked to another door. Jean didn’t need to double-check with her own telepathy to know no one was in there. Phoenix looked back and considered the pert thrust of Jean’s small breasts, the desperate keening for knowledge in her innocent eyes. Her own breasts swelled as she took a deep breath.

“Come on,” she told Jean. “If you really want to, then it’ll be really soon.”

Jean looked at Phoenix. She saw a hint of sex in her otherworldly eyes. She saw the excited heaving of Phoenix’s gorgeous breasts. Feeling uncoordinated and gangly where Phoenix had strode smooth and supplely, she walked over to the door and into the building. She went with Phoenix to the bedroom where she and Scott slept. Phoenix sat on the bed, patting the mattress beside her. With mincing footsteps, Jean came over, then sat down beside her doppelganger.

“Let’s teach this sweet little pussy what’s in store for it when you’re the Black Queen,” Phoenix muttered as she pulled Jean against her, hands running scintillatingly over Jean’s back and shoulders. “You have so much to look forward to—let me give you just a little taste.”

Jean felt Phoenix’s huge breasts press against hers, dwarfing hers, pushing them back into her slender chest. Phoenix’s rapid breathing made her own excitement that much greater. She felt Phoenix’s soft caress trickle up her thighs, then gasped as her hand snaked under her shirt and massaged her small, pert breasts.

“Mmm,” Phoenix moaned as she cupped Jean’s cleavage in her warm hands. “You wouldn’t believe how many people are waiting to get their hands on these. Fitting that I be the first… I know how much it means to you…”

She massaged Jean’s chest, playing her fingers all along her bra until Jean was aching to have her touch the bare skin underneath. She ran her own hands over Phoenix’s swollen breasts frantically, hardly able to believe they would one day be her own. How many pregnancies had Phoenix been through at this point in her life? Jean knew that Cable and Rachel and maybe Hope were her children…

“You have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” she sighed longingly. “And they’re real. So warm and soft and they don’t even droop at all. Mine are so small compared to yours—how the hell do they turn into those things? Do you get a secondary mutation?”

“I’m not all that big. Have you seen Emma?” Jean laughed and Phoenix laughed with her. “I’m slender. That’s why they look so huge. They really aren’t. But yours—well, let’s see what happens after a little massage gets them all excited…”

Phoenix finally undid Jean’s bra, pulling it off her young breasts. Her hands embraced their naked curves, fondling them with firm, loving caresses. Jean moaned as her soft flesh rippled under Phoenix’s touch. She almost gasped as Phoenix pressed the nipples back into her hills, then let them push out again.

“Yes. They look bigger already. Do they feel bigger? Do they feel good?”

Jean shivered. Rivers of desire rose up from her breasts and ran down her body. She arched her back, thrusting her chest as far as she could into Phoenix’s adoring touch. Her hands squeezed into fists, aching to get at the full breasts which so deliciously filled out the dress Phoenix wore. She reached behind Phoenix and struggled to get at the zipper that confined her perfect body inside the dress, while her own breasts burned in throbbing need.

“Let’s get undressed,” Phoenix suggested. “That’ll make everything much simpler.”

Jean watched Phoenix shrug off her dress and gaped at the staggering eroticism of her older self’s body. No wonder all the men were crazy about her. No wonder she and Scott disappeared into the bedroom as soon as they got home. No wonder Wolverine couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

Phoenix was beautiful, the most intoxicating woman Jean could imagine. Her eyes pored over the lush curves—the huge breasts that thrust upward and outward from her chest as if weightless. Helplessly, Jean’s gaze went down Phoenix’s supple, palely freckled belly to follow the luscious sweep of her hips, their decadent pouring into smooth, firm thighs. Her thighs flowed into long, slender legs that tapered into delicate feet—even those were like little beautiful art pieces. God! Phoenix was a goddess!

“Your turn now,” Phoenix said, and at that slight indication that Jean needed to be naked, she stripped immediately.

Phoenix laughed at her eagerness. When Jean looked up, she saw Phoenix, fully nude, approaching her. Her older self pushed her slowly down on the bed.

“Lovely,” Phoenix whispered. “So young and sweet and lovely…”

She cupped Jean’s breasts in her hands, kissing them as she squeezed them, the combination sending pulsing shudders deep into Jean’s body. Every time her lips brushed against Jean’s skin, the throbbing in her flesh went faster. Phoenix sucked her nipples gently, and now shivers of delight rippled between the pulsations. 

Jean gasped and moaned, twitching her hips, her pussy on fire despite not being touched. She would’ve loved to play with herself—it would’ve been the first thing she did if she were alone—but even more than wanting to get off, she wanted to touch Phoenix.

The young woman reached up and caressed Phoenix’s lush breasts, which seemed even more immense with her leaning over Jean, letting her heavy cleavage sway above Jean’s body, full and ripe.

Twisting and turning like two entwined serpents, Jean managed to kiss Phoenix’s right breast while Phoenix bent her head to keep her sensuous mouth on Jean’s left breast. She could only hope she was giving Phoenix some of the delighted tremors she herself was feeling, suckling at the large nipple, lavishing her tongue over it more for its sweaty sweetness than to give Phoenix pleasure. She couldn’t believe a person’s body could taste so good…

“Yessss,” Phoenix cooed above her. “You’re learning already. My breasts are throbbing and you’ve—mmmmm—barely touched them… I love how your mouth feels on my tits. You’re such a good girl. Hhhha! Such a sweet, soft girl…”

Jean sucked harder. She caressed more, her fingers trembling in delight at being in contact with Phoenix’s silky skin. Surges of desire came from deep within her body. Her senses were filled with the heady scent of Phoenix’s perfume. Her own perfume seemed much lighter, almost nonexistent. And the aroma of their cunts was sharper than both, lingering in her mind as her skin and Phoenix’s stayed in constant contact.

Phoenix continued to explore Jean’s delicate young body, teasing out pleasure from her belly and her hips before going to test the sensations she would get from between Jean’s legs. Jean felt a sudden thrill of intensity as Phoenix’s hand slipped inside her lap. She lay tingling with need as Phoenix caressed her inner thighs, teased her sloping hand over Jean’s anxious little cunt. Felt how moist it was even as Jean began to realize how good it would feel.

“Oooo!” Jean cried as she felt Phoenix’s fingertips slip along her cuntlips, tease at her clit, then travel down her labia again in sallow little touches. “I think—think I came a little.”

“Touch me,” Phoenix said. “Then we’ll come a lot.”

Jean did as she said, reaching to Phoenix’s naked groin and feeling the wetness, the hair, the heat before she even touched her older self’s mons—touched her like she was being touched. Slowly she opened the lips of Phoenix’s sex and pushed her forefinger inside, wondering how different it would be from touching herself. She felt a slow throbbing inside of Phoenix that she couldn’t remember from fingering her own pussy. Could it be Phoenix was that aroused from playing with her?

Phoenix sucked harder on Jean’s breast, as if rewarding her for how her finger was stoking Phoenix’s inner fire to new heights. Jean heard it sloshing through Phoenix’s flowing juices and she pumped rapidly, ecstatically, wanting to hear more of that juicy sound. Phoenix’s cunt seemed to get creamier and creamier the more she fingered it, the liquid sound of her finger’s pistoning louder and louder.

Jean’s own juices flowed. She felt Phoenix’s hand cupping her sex, then two fingers plunged inside of her, gliding past her clit to reach along the folds of her pussy, seeming to know exactly where to stroke for Jean to—her eyes rolled back in her head—to—Jean went blank for a moment, her lips slackly releasing Phoenix’s nipple, her pussy feeling completely liquid and somehow still getting wetter when it tensed on Phoenix’s fingers as if trying to hold onto them.

“Mmmm, uh-huh,” Phoenix purred. “And that’s how you come. Maybe now you’re ready for some pussy play. I know my cunt is. Let’s see if yours can keep up…”

She sat up on the bed, pulling Jean against her. She rearranged her voluptuous body and Jean’s slight frame so that their legs crossed each other’s, their pussies able to easily fit together. Jean braced herself with her hands and thrust her groin between Phoenix’s thighs. Their labias seemed to merge into a single pulsating point. Then Jean pushed her breasts out, until her nipples touched Phoenix’s. They both cooed and shook when it happened, as if sparks were shooting from their erect nipples.

“Fuck!” Phoenix grinned. “You catch on quick. I think our pussies are getting along just fine…”

She undulated her body slowly. Her clit pressed into Jean’s, sending what felt like bright light all through Jean’s womanhood. Jean’s breath caught in her throat. Her body shook with deep-set passion as she drove herself closer to Phoenix, harder against Phoenix’s simmering cunt.

“No wonder all the men want you!” Jean gasped, looking into the deep green eyes that were just like her own. “No wonder they can’t stop looking at you!”

“It’s you that they want,” Phoenix smiled. “That little pussy of yours is in for a lot of fun. Mmmmm… but for now, it’s all mine…”

“All ours,” Jean corrected.