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X-Men: Wolverine and Jean

By: hornyinwv



**This takes place after Wolverine and Jean have their first kiss in X-Men II X-Men United. No one may redistribute this story without written, expressed permission from the author. I appreciate all comments, whether good or constructive criticism from my readers. This story is rather a bit longer than my first, so have patience. Thanks go to Danielle Kitten and Darkniciad: every time I read your stories I am left breathless and hoping one day to be half as good as you are. Please be so kind as to vote and leave a comment (public or private) after reading my story, all comments will be replied to. Thank you.** Thanks go to CurliUSA for editing this story. It wouldn't be as good without your effort and input! Thank you!

***Chapter One***

"How dare she think that she can simply stroll in here, impersonating Jean and I wouldn't even know the difference!" Logan's mind was a whirl-wind of activity, at this moment circling around Mystique's arrogance earlier this evening when everyone had retreated to their tents for the night. She had entered his tent posing as Jean trying to seduce him, thinking that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

But he could tell, albeit only after his fingers had found the scars on her side from his adamantium claws; a memento from their Ellis Island fight. Logan had thrown Mystique away from him at that point. He didn't want an imitation, a Xerox, he wanted Jean. 

Logan tried to relax both his mind and body, consciously loosening each and every impressive muscle group one at a time. Then he concentrated on focusing his mind and forcing it to relax, trying not to think of Jean laying in the tent next door-probably naked.

Two hours later, no closer to sleep Logan cursed in frustration. He decided to get up and stretch his legs, walk off some of the sexual tension that was keeping him from sleeping. 

"There's a lake nearby," Logan thought upon scenting the water in the air after exiting his tent. "That'll do the trick, I'll just swim until I'm too exhausted to think or even dream. Why do women have to be so stubborn? I know, and Jean knows, that she wants me."

Ten minutes later Logan was standing at the edge of a small pond, not even large enough to be classified a lake. He was hidden behind some bushes, captivated by the sight before him.

"Apparently, I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping tonight. Good." He felt some satisfaction in knowing that his hormones weren't the only ones acting up this evening. 

Swimming gracefully through the water, her sensuous body shining in the moonlight, there was the one and only Dr. Jean Grey. Logan could tell that it was actually her, and not Mystique in disguise again, since there were no claw marks on this beautiful woman swimming across the pond.

She didn't look like she was swimming to relax, this was hard swimming designed solely to wear the person out and ensure some sleep, the very thing that Logan had planned on doing.

Logan could smell the arousal on her, even from this distance, and his male ego as well as his impressive cock swelled upon this confirmation that she found him to be desirable--no matter how much she tried to deny it. The moonlight shone down on her body as she swam, outlining her impressive curves. When Jean turned over onto her back to swim, her breasts pointed toward the heavens capped by hard nipples that called to Logan's mouth.

"Why do these damn suits have to be so snug-fitting?" Logan thought wryly as he reached down to adjust his hardening cock within the confines of the X-suit, while still watching Jean through the bushes.

"Might as well join her. Standing here is getting nothing accomplished. And the only thing she can do when she sees me is run away...like she always does." 

Logan made his way down to the shore, careful not to make too much noise and startle Jean. He didn't want her to know that he was here, just yet. 

As he neared her X-suit an idea came to him. "You can't run if you don't have anything to wear." Logan took the suit that Jean had folded and laid upon a rock at the water's edge. Walking to a group of bushes farther up he placed the suit under them, making sure first to spread a layer of dried leaves on the ground so it wouldn't get dirty.

"Now let's see what happens. Taking away her only quick exit should shake things up. Besides, I want to spend some time with her away from everyone else...without her running from me." Jean had a habit of running from the feelings that Logan stirred in her, and from Logan. Without her suit, she wouldn't be able to do that.

"Damn the man! Why did he have to kiss me? He knows that I love Scott. Why did I have to enjoy the kiss? What's wrong with me? I'm not some back-alley whore that fucks every man in sight! Even if the man in sight is Wolverine!" Jean had tossed and turned, unable to sleep due to the sexual craving and need that had filled her body since Logan kissed her.

Even masturbating herself to an great orgasm hadn't sated the need, probably due to the fact that she was thinking of Wolverine all the while. She had left her tent knowing that unless she found a way to relax there would be no sleep for her tonight. 

Jean had found a trail leading through the woods and followed it here. Upon seeing the pond, she thought that swimming would be just the thing to help tire her out and maybe let her sleep. Unfortunately there weren't any swimsuits on the jet so she decided to just skinny dip since everyone else was sleeping.

The water felt cool on her over-heated skin, gliding over her breasts and bringing her nipples to hardness, massaging her aching pussy like a silken gloved hand. It was almost enough stimulation to make her masturbate again, but that wouldn't solve her problem.

Jean knew she needed to maintain a clear head in order to make the decision that she was coming. Sometimes having psychic tendencies sucked.

There was going to come a time, and probably soon, when she would be forced to make a decision once and for all: Scott or Logan. It wasn't an easy decision to make, each man had qualities that attracted Jean to them and she cared for them both. Possibly even loved them both.

She and Scott had a history, they knew each other and were comfortable together. They got along and rarely fought, but when they did fight it was usually out of concern one had for the other. Scott was kind, gentle, soft-spoken and quiet. He had been there for her during some really tough times in the past and helped her when no one else could. He was a great man to spend a comfortable evening at home with.

Jean just didn't know if she wanted the same sedate life that Scott did. The sex department could use some spicing up too, they'd already talked about some ways to enhance it. But nothing had ever come of those talks. Jean knew that something would have to change if she decided to stay with Scott, she was a very physical woman and needed sex more than just once a week-which was Scott's normal schedule.

Logan, on the other hand, was pure sex appeal. At least in the beginning that's what had attracted Jean to him. Then she got to know the man inside the body, some of what he had been through. The way he ferociously defended and protected anyone he cared for showed her more about his character than words ever could.

Her heart ached to think of everything he had endured, yet he didn't complain. Get pissed off, yes. Want revenge, yes. But complaining wasn't Logan's style. And the man was definitely sexy, no doubt there.

"I'm sure that Logan would have sex more than once a week if I were with him," Jean thought somewhat jealously. She often wondered who warmed Logan's bed when he wasn't in the mansion and the thought of another woman touching him, having him inside her drove Jean out of her mind sometimes.

"This isn't helping, I came out here to relax. Thinking about all of this, and Logan, isn't the way to unwind and get some sleep." Unfortunately, her mind wouldn't quit replaying the kiss with Logan. She could still feel the heat of his lips on hers.

His tongue invading, conquering her own. Demanding, without words, that she admit her attraction to him. Drawing her will-power from her until he was all that she could think about. 

"At least I did have the strength to break the kiss. If not, we'd be in the bushes or the tent having sex right now!" At that thought Jean's pussy spasmed then grew warmer and wetter. Almost as wet as it had been earlier when she had tasted Logan's mouth and his desire for her. Groaning aloud at her own almost uncontrollable urges, Jean started swimming harder and faster through the pond. 

Images swirled through her head of what it would be like to have Logan as a lover. To feel his hard body pressed up against her soft one, the hair on his chest would rub and stimulate her nipples while his long, muscled legs would slide between her own softer ones, pushing them apart so that his cock could fill her up. 

"I wonder what his arms would feel like wrapped around me, his rough heated skin against mine? I want so badly to touch him, taste him. To feel his mouth on my skin, his cock inside me pounding away. I want him to take me...even though I shouldn't. I've got to stop thinking about him before I do something I might regret!" Jean thought about this a moment as she treaded water and caught her breath. 

She knew that even entertaining the idea in her head was dangerous; Logan was just too much man. He exuded sex appeal without even trying and it was hard enough to stay away from him, to try and keep their relationship purely platonic and most of all, to deny her own feelings for him. 

"Logan's probably sound asleep right now while I'm out here trying to get him out of my mind!" Jean fumed aloud.

"Not quite darlin'," she heard him drawl from behind her in that spine-tingling deep voice. Jean squeaked in surprise as she turned around and saw that Logan was wading through the water towards her. 

A second later her mind registered the fact that he was naked and, of their own volition, her eyes couldn't help but wander over the expanse of his body showing in the moonlight.

From his dark brown hair to those soul-searching and captivating eyes, to those wonderful lips, down the strong columns of his neck, across the well-toned and hairy chest, the tightly muscled stomach that contained not a single ounce of fat and finally to the tuft of hair, which the water barely hid, leading down to his cock.

The same cock that Jean had felt pressed against her stomach during their kiss earlier. Her breath caught in her throat at the memory.

"How am I supposed to sleep when you're all I can think about?" he asked her.

"Oh shit!" "Logan, you know we can't do this. I'm finished swimming, you go ahead," Jean told him, trying desperately to cover her breasts with her hands.

Surprised, and a little disappointed, that he didn't argue or try to convince her to stay, Jean headed to the shore where she had left her X-suit. But it wasn't there. Confused she looked around.

"I'm sure this is the area where I came into the pond. There's the footpath down the hill." As Jean squatted in the water with her hands covering her breasts she heard Logan chuckle over her shoulder. "Missing something darlin'?" he asked not-quite-so innocently. 

"Logan! Where the hell did you put my suit?!" 

"I decided that you and I needed to have some time together. And since you always run away, I hid it. Unless you want to walk back to the camp naked, which I wouldn't mind watching, you and I are going to talk," Logan told her.

"You are out of your fucking mind! There's nothing to talk about. I'm with Scott!" Jean turned toward Logan, her hands still trying vainly to cover her large breasts.

"Besides, I'm getting cold." "Fuck me running! That was definitely the wrong thing to say!" Jean thought as the words came out of her mouth and she saw Logan's reaction to them.

Logan stared her in the eyes, seeing the lie for what it was. "Darlin', I'd be happy to warm you up. And I don't see anyone here but the two of us," he said with a wink and a smile. Jean sighed and shook her head, emotions warring inside her.

"Logan, why do you insist on doing this? Why pursue me? There are lots of other women who would be glad to warm your bed. You only want me because I say no to you."

Logan moved closer to Jean. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up out of the water she was squatting in until she was standing in front of him and told her, "I don't want them. I want you. I've wanted you for years."

"Does she not realize how beautiful she looks with the moonlight shining down on her? Or what she makes me feel when I'm near her? How can someone be so blind? " Logan stared at the woman in front of him.

Her wet auburn hair trailed over her shoulders and her green eyes could mesmerize him a thousand times. "Damn, those lips are just begging to be kissed." Jean's full, luscious mouth drew Logan's hand and he traced her lips with the tip of one finger.

A bolt went through Jean at the touch of Logan's finger against her lips. Soft, caressing them with the barest of touches. This simple action told her more than anything else about how much Logan really felt for her.

"Logan, please" was all Jean could whisper even as her eyes closed to revel in the feeling of his touch. If her life had depended upon it there was no way that she could stop him at that moment. Jean had expected brute force, she had expected him to get angry at her latest refusal of his advances. When he touched her so gently, she melted. 

"You're so beautiful Jean. Let me love you tonight," Logan's deep voice brought images to her mind of the two of them, together. Jean's breath caught in her lungs at the thought, at the scenes playing out in her mind. She inadvertently glanced downward through the water and saw that his cock was already inflated to an exhilarating size which just made her want and need him even more.

She closed her eyes against the temptation in front of her hoping that "out of sight, out of mind" would work for once. But then her tongue snaked out to taste Logan's finger, which was still tracing her lips. "Mmmm. He tastes so good." 

Logan's finger continued tracing Jean's lips for a few seconds as he stared at her; her head leaned back, eyes closed and a look of sultry beauty upon her face. He then let his hand drop back down to his side, knowing that he couldn't force her to accept him and her feelings for him.

Logan waited as long as was possible, he could sense that she was battling within herself. "Darlin'?" he finally asked. Jean opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes betrayed his insecurity and desire for her, standing before her completely vulnerable in the moonlight with the water up to his waist.

His tanned skin which was covered with a sheen of water, glistening in the moonlight called to her, daring her to come and explore his body. "Jean! What are you thinking?!" Logan could see her withdraw from him before she ever moved a muscle. 

"Logan, we've been through this time and again. Do I want you? Yes, you know that already. The thought of being with you drives me crazy at times. But I can't do that to Scott, he loves me and it would hurt him too much."

"Scott. I might not be in this position if he could only learn that some people need sex more than once a week!" Jean thought angrily. 

Jean turned away from Logan so that she wouldn't have to look at him. If she looked at him, saw the passion and vulnerability in his brown eyes, she would give in.

"Why didn't I stay in the tent? At least in there he couldn't touch me and I wouldn't be able to see that wonderful, muscled body completely naked in front of me."

"Please tell me where my suit is so that I can leave," Jean asked him somewhat sadly, resigned to having to run away from him yet again. But to stay meant having more consequences to deal with than Jean was ready to think about.

"It shouldn't be so wrong to love two men. No matter what I do or say, in the end, someone is going to get hurt and it will be my fault. All because my heart is torn in two. What can I do?" Jean was lost in her thoughts at the moment.

Logan looked at the lightly tanned shoulder and neck in front of him, the graceful curve was the very description of elegant. His cock was still hard from watching her swimming, and from being so close to her knowing that there weren't any clothes between them.

"Like hell I'm giving her clothes to her that easily. I want to taste that woman so badly. She's driving me crazy and doesn't even realize it, or won't admit it, damn her! I know that it isn't easy for her, she's dating Scott, but it's not easy for me to watch them together either. This may be my only chance alone with her to show her how much she means to me and how good I can make her feel."

Slowly Logan lowered his mouth to her shoulder, barely touching the skin that he wanted so badly to devour. Jean groaned at the feeling of Logan's mouth on her, feeling her nipples harden in her hands and her pussy cry out for him.

A bolt of lightening shot from the point where his mouth met her skin throughout her body and then centered in her aching depths causing moisture to gather and leak out of her pussy lips. Logan tasted the pond water mixing with the distinct taste of Jean on her skin, the combination was a heady mixture and caused an animalistic growl to come out of his throat.

"I can smell your arousal, it's affecting me," Logan told her. He reached in front of Jean and took one of her hands, bringing it around behind her to his cock. Jean's tenuous hold on her morals severed when she felt Logan's cock in her hand.

"Oh Logan, why?" was all she could say as her eyes closed and her head leaned back to give him better access to her sensitive neck and shoulder.

"Because darlin', it's how you've always affected me," Logan growled against her neck, a thrill going through him at the gentle touch of her soft hand against his rock hard cock. Her fingers were already stroking his bulge, bringing more blood rushing into it and testing his limits of control. 

He brought his hand around to replace hers on that gorgeous breast, kneading the flesh and feeling the nipple grow harder against his palm. With his fingers he gently flicked the nipple, encouraging it to grow stiffer and stand out. When it did, he clasped it between two fingers and gently pinched the protruding button.

A shudder wracked his body when Jean moaned breathlessly at this stimulation. He couldn't help the grin that surfaced from knowing she was moaning at his touch, because of what he was doing to her.

Jean's hand felt so good wrapped around his aching cock, stroking back and forth then rubbing the head, gripping him tightly and sliding her hand from tip to base, causing his hips to thrust involuntarily. She was driving him to the brink of madness and desperation already.

Logan took a slow, deep breath and fought for restraint so that he wouldn't blow his load just from her touch. He wanted tonight to be more than just a few minutes of sexual gratification-he could get that anywhere. This was his one, and very possibly only, chance to show Jean that he was the man for her, not Scott.

Shivers raced up Jean's spine as Logan's mouth moved from her shoulder to her neck, kissing a soft path and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The hand that was massaging her breast created such intense need and longing in her, the likes of which she had never before experienced. The feeling traveled from her breast through her body then centered in her pussy. 

"Ooooh! Yes," Jean whispered in delight as Logan's mouth found the sensitive spot at the back of her neck. She arched her back, bringing her ass into contact with his cock which her hand was still wrapped around and stroking.


X-Men: Wolverine and Jean



This only served to bring another shiver of desire to her body and further flame the fires of passion that were raging through her. All because of this man who had turned her world upside down just by being himself.

"My God. Jean, you're amazing" Logan whispered in her ear, causing her pussy to clench in anticipation of his entry into her. The fire that was building in her body was amazing, she was so turned on that it was nearly impossible to think straight. All Jean could think about was this man standing against her back, playing her body like a maestro would play a Stradivaris.

"Mmm, I want you Logan. God help me, but I want you," Jean whispered into the night. She continued stroking his cock, feeling it harden and lengthen as she did so. It was like steel wrapped in satin and the feel of it in her hand was like the feeling of coming home after years away. 

"I want to taste you." she told him. This brought forth an animalistic groan from the depths of Logan's chest that shivered through Jean and made her feel like prey which was being stalked. The sound was deep and primal, there was no wondering where he got the name "Wolverine" because he was almost more animal than human in some ways.

Logan picked her up and carried her almost to the shore line. When he was standing in just a few inches of water, he slid her body down his. Logan's mouth placed kisses at the junction of her thighs, her waist, both breasts, her neck and finally her luscious lips.

The kiss was a culmination of years' worth of frustration, need, denial and aching hunger for this captivating woman in his arms. It took all of Logan's self-control, and some that he didn't even know he had, to temper the kiss.

He didn't want Jean to feel only his desire, he wanted her to feel the connection that was so evident between them. He knew that she sensed it, but had always fought it. Logan was determined to make her quit fighting that connection now. At least for a few hours. The morning would take care of itself.

When Logan's lips moved over her own, Jean automatically opened her mouth, yielding to him. The action of his tongue dancing and playing with hers caused a moan to escape from Jean's throat.

Her hands found themselves holding Logans' head to her, pressing his wonderful mouth even harder onto her own. His hands were wrapped in her hair likewise, tilting her head to get the best possible penetration of her mouth as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of her.

Jean felt Logan's hands move from her head down her back, lightly trailing over her spine sending tingles of pleasure and need throughout her entire body.

His hands finally came to rest on her hips and suddenly she was pulled tight against his hard body. They fit perfectly together with his muscled chest crushing into her soft skin, his hard cock pressing into her stomach and their legs rubbing against each other.

Logan and Jean both moaned through the kiss at the intimate full body contact. It was as though electricity shot from one to the other at every point they were touching. The water lapping around their feet and ankles only added to the myriad of sensations that each was feeling.

"I have to have her. She's my world," Logan thought as he felt her press her body more fully up against his own. Pulling his mouth off hers he said, "Jean, look at me." Slowly opening her eyes Jean looked up into Logans face seeing the desire evident in his eyes, and something more that she didn't want to think about right then.

"Tell me that it's mutual, this feeling. Say that you want me. Don't try to deny it now," Logan growled at her and his heart started beating even harder upon hearing her words. "Yes, I want you. I need you," was all that Jean had time to say before Logan's mouth once again crushed hers.

Logan's desire, heart and cock soared in triumph at hearing those words come out of Jean's delectable mouth. He had won the woman who had been invading his dreams at long last.

She was in his arms, pressing herself into him, her tongue warring with his, her stomach pressed against his cock, her hips thrusting and gyrating tantalizingly against him. She was delirious with need and he was the one who caused her to lose control!

Logan moved his mouth from Jean's, kissing her cheeks, eyelids and forehead in a touching display of tenderness that most people would never have thought Wolverine possessed. At the same time the desire to sink his aching cock deep into her warm, velvety pussy was clamoring for attention in his mind.

Logan's lips skimmed the surface of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her, his teeth lightly nipping at the tender skin. The taste of her was maddening and overwhelming to his senses. Logan's hand reached between them and filled with the weight of one of her perfect breasts, the nipple already hard.

He teased it to stiff perfection with his nimble fingers, flicking and gently squeezing the tender bud until Jean moaned, "More Logan, I need more" against his neck. She was raking his neck with her teeth, tongue and lips causing Logan's temperature to raise even higher.

Every movement of her mouth sent more blood rushing into his already stiff cock, but still she didn't stop teasing and tasting him. Jean took her sweet time, knowing somewhere deep inside that this was more than likely the only time she would lay down her barriers and let Logan get this close to her, both physically as well as emotionally.

Jean couldn't think, could hardly breathe for the sensations that Logan was creating in her body. All she knew was that she wanted--no needed--to have this man inside her. Jean reached for his hands that were on her ass and breast and pulled them gently behind Logan's back. She didn't want him to think she was refusing him.

She wanted to make up for lost time and there was one thing she had been longing to do since first seeing him in her office. He had been laying on one of her patient tables, unconscious, at Xavier's mansion which also served as a school for mutants.

Jean had graduated from the school and, with Charles Xaviers encouragement she had stayed on to become the doctor for all the staff and students. It also gave her time to hone her telekinetic, psychic and telepathic skills under Charles' guidance, she felt more secure in her powers now than she had even a year ago.

Logan stood there with Jean holding his arms behind his back, wondering what was going through her mind. She was as unreadable to him now as when he had first met her. Jean's face was the first one he had seen upon waking at Xavier's after Sabertooth had attacked him and Rogue. She had captured him at that first moment when his eyes saw her, no other woman could satisfy him after meeting her.

Jean slowly kissed, licked and tasted her way down the front of Logan's neck and chest. She teased both of his nipples with her mouth, creating twin points of steel on the hard surface of Logan's chest.

Jean relished in the feel of kissing his skin through the mat of hair on his heavily muscled chest. He tasted of water, heat and need, she couldn't get enough of this man in front of her. Jean wanted to drive Logan as crazy with need as she was, wanted him to join her on the climb up the mountain of desire.

Jean's mouth made its way down to the flat, hard planes of Logan's stomach and dipped into his belly button while hearing his breathing become more labored and erratic. His cock was nudging against her breasts, as if calling out for her attention, reminding her that it was waiting. But she needed no reminder that what she longed for was finally within her grasp.

Jean, through her power of telekinesis, held Logan's arms behind him and allowed her hands to come to the front of his body. She caressed the hair on his chest then rubbed his nipples harder with the tips of her fingers, she then let her hands drift to the "treasure trail" of hair that led from his stomach downward. Following the hair with her fingers barely touching the surface of his heated skin Jean teased him.

She sank to her knees in front of Logan, feeling the water lapping around her legs, being sure to keep the telekinetic hold on his arms so that she could take her time and explore his wonderful body.

Jean's hands lifted Logan's heavy, cum-laden balls. She felt the weight of them as her hands and fingers massaged, gently pulled and stroked his balls. One hand left them, which caused Logan to groan, then started rubbing gently around his cock-head.

This action caused Logan to exhale sharply and moan. Slowly she started stroking his dick up and down, from base to tip and back again, first with her hand wrapped tightly then with her hand barely touching the skin of his cock. 

Her mouth followed the "treasure trail" of hair down to her rock hard destination. She couldn't wait any longer to taste Logan's cock, she needed and wanted to feel him filling her mouth up. To have him fucking her mouth as he soon would be fucking her pussy. Right before she captured Logan's cock with her mouth, Jean looked up.

Logan's mind had ceased the ability to think coherently as Jean's fingers teased him mercilessly. His eyes followed as her fingers and mouth descended down his body, lightly stroking and fanning the desire coursing through him. She was a wanton, teasing vixen who captured him completely without even trying.

As he watched her delectable mouth come closer to his stiff cock, Jean looked up. Logan saw the raw sexual need in her eyes as well as the thrill of finally letting her barriers down right as her tongue darted out and tasted his cock. 

While their eyes were locked on each other, Jean then took his dick completely into her mouth all the way to the root, until her nose was pressed against the hair at its base. She sucked on his cock and rubbed it with her tongue at the same time while keeping it encased in her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh my God, Jean!" Logan groaned at the sudden sensation of having her mouth tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock. The urge to cum then and there was almost over-powering, but he didn't want this experience to be done so quickly. The copper tang of blood filled his mouth as he realized that he had actually bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed from trying not to cum.

Logan knew there was more to come and that it would only get better from here. Besides, he hadn't even got to taste her yet, let alone dip his dick into her velvety pussy. And that was something he had been wanting to do for years.

Jean tried to grin around the huge cock that was stuffing her mouth when she heard Logan's exclamation. She pulled back until just the tip of his dick was in her mouth, licking the head, the slit and the sensitive rim with her agile tongue caused another moan to burst forth from Logan's chest and his breathing to become even more erratic.

Logan's hips started pumping rhythmically, thrusting his dick in and out of Jean's mouth. He couldn't touch her anywhere else since she still held his arms behind his back with her telekinesis, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the feeling of his dick inside her hot, wet mouth and her talented tongue rubbing every inch of it.

It seemed like the harder Logan shoved his cock into her mouth, the harder Jean sucked on it until he was literally fucking her mouth as though it were her pussy.

Jean loved the feeling of Logan fucking her mouth, his dick roughly sliding in and out, his hips thrusting with abandonment. Hearing his moans and groans fill the night air was turning her on as well. It was making her hot knowing that she was causing Logan to lose control and fuck her mouth like this. But she had one more trick she wanted to show him and she couldn't do that while he was shoving his cock down her throat.

Jean slipped her mouth down the length of Logan's cock all the way to the base, her tongue dancing around every vein and ridge in it. Her hands locked onto his hips to hold Logan still and when his hairs were tickling her nose, Jean softly hummed, then smiled around the dick in her mouth at his reaction to this new sensation.

When the vibrations of Jean's humming made his cock twitch in reply Logan's knees almost buckled beneath him at the ecstasy shooting throughout his body. Every muscle was clenched, his breath coming in gasps and sweat covered his body.

"Jean, I can't stand any longer" Logan groaned as a warning to the beautiful redhead who was causing these sensations and making his knees buckle. All of a sudden Logan felt the pressure let off his wrists and found that he could move his arms. He grabbed Jean's head and held it back away from him while he sank to his knees facing her.

Their mouths met in an unbridled display of passion, each trying to rouse the others' fever even higher, and succeeding at the task. Logan's hands grabbed Jean's breasts, pulling lightly on the nipples and rubbing them roughly with his fingertips until Jean groaned out loud. His mouth grazed down her neck, nibbling at the tasty skin that was coated with a scent all her own.

Logan bent his head and captured the tanned tip of one breast in his mouth. Apparently she sun-bathed nude, there were no tan lines on her body. He began teasing the nipple with his tongue, much as she had teased his cock earlier. His hand was still full with her other breast and it was not neglected as his fingers continued to flick and pull at the nipple. The feeling of having the woman that he had wanted for years in his hands and mouth nearly drove Logan mad with need.

Jean's hands were on Logan, one pushing his head harder into her breast, the other rubbing the muscles in his back, trying to bring him closer to her. She felt Logan gently pushing her backward until she lay in the few inches of water and he sank down upon her, never breaking the hold between his mouth and her nipple.

Groans split the air at the contact of Logan's body pressing down into Jeans softer one. She felt the length of his cock throbbing between her thighs and the involuntary bucking of his hips as his cock demanded entrance to her.

Jean's legs opened without any conscience thought on her part, willing him to enter her and put out the fire that he had so artfully built in her body.

Logan felt her legs open and sank down between them. His mouth left her breast and began kissing down her stomach, watching the nerves jump as he hit her ticklish spots, heading toward the juicy hole at the top of her thighs. His tongue trailed a path down, neglecting not one inch of the lightly tanned skin in its quest.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Logan brought his lips closer to his target. He was in no hurry and took his time, kissing her belly button as she had his earlier. His hands caressed her thighs, nudging them farther apart and they obeyed.

"Aah, Logan. Please," Jean begged as his fingertips delicately grazed the outer lips of her pussy which were already soaked with moisture. And not just moisture from the water that they were laying in, but from her own sweet juices which had been gathering from the moment Logan had appeared behind her in the pond.

Jean felt Logan's fingers caressing her puffy outer lips and couldn't stop the moan that burst from her lips or her hips from bucking upwards. His finger lightly grazed her clit which was already engorged with blood and standing proudly on top of her pussy. Jean's head was thrashing from side to side in passionate ecstacy from the inferno that Logan had caused to rage inside her. 

Jean was beside herself with need for this man, who seemed to know without being told, where and when to touch her. She had stolen glances at his hands and mouth in the past, wondering what they would feel like on her. Now she knew and it was better than she could ever have imagined.

Jean felt Logan's fingers slide inside her outer lips and stroke the tender skin, causing more of her wetness to flow onto them. His mouth lowered slowly and his eyes locked onto hers as his mouth captured her pussy at last. The sensation caused Jean's back to arch, forcing his mouth to press harder into her pussy.

Logan wrapped his arms around her thighs as he knew that he was in for one wild ride. With his lips against hers, his tongue darted out and slid deep into the wet, hot depths of Jean's pussy.

The taste, a sweet and heady mixture reminded him of Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods. "If this is what Ambrosia tasted like, no wonder they kept it for themselves," was Logan's thought at his first taste of Jean's pussy.

Jean felt Logan's tongue enter her and thrust her hips up to meet it and urge it deeper. The walls of her pussy were clenching, trying to keep Logan's tongue inside it, but to no avail. That wonderfully talented tongue would slide inside, arousing and tasting her, then slip back out to tease at her lips and clit.

She was now moaning constantly from the assault of Logan's talented mouth and she could feel the moisture accumulating and dripping down from her pussy. But it didn't get far, Logan's tongue and lips would catch almost every drop and bring it into his mouth.

Jean's hands wrapped themselves around Logan's head, twisting in his hair as her pleasure started escalating higher and higher. Her head continued tossing from side to side, her eyes staring blankly at the heavens and her nipples pointing to the moon as Logan continued to eat her pussy with a skill that amazed Jean. The ability to think was beyond her as Logan brought her to the edge of climax and kept her there by teasing her with his tongue.

"Logan, please," Jean begged of him between gasps of breath.

Logan raised his head slightly and looked up at her face "What darlin'?" he asked, although he already knew the answer and what she was begging for. But part of him wanted and needed to hear Jean say it out loud, hear her beg him to let her cum.

"Please, I need...Logan...Please," Jean panted, her hips trying desperately to make contact between her pussy and his mouth again. Logan went back to slowly eating her pussy and sucking on her swollen clit. He could hear Jean panting for breath and smiled into her pussy.

Logan knew that she was ready to explode, could feel the almost tangible need emanating from her and the walls of her pussy were clenching his tongue every time it entered. But he wasn't ready to let her, not yet.

It seemed that he couldn't get enough of the taste of her sweet pussy. It beckoned to him, calling him to explore more of her recesses and raise her passions higher. And he did just that, finding places inside her that caused her to moan and gasp in pleasure.

Finally, Logan decided that it was time to give her release, he wanted to watch her orgasm, taste it on his tongue, know and let her know that it happened because of him, what he was doing.

"Tell me what you want darlin' and I might play nice," Logan growled as he looked up at her from just above her pussy. The aroma drifting from her was intoxicating and he longed to feel her cum on his mouth and tongue. But not until she said what he wanted to hear.

"Please..." Jean couldn't hardly think, was having trouble even remembering to breath. All she knew was that she needed to cum and this man with his talented mouth could give that to her.

"Tell me," Logan lightly flicked at her clit watching her jump at the touch of his tongue. "Say it Jean, tell me what you need," Logan gently urged her, "That's all you have to do," Logan watched the emotions playing across Jean's face, reading each and every one of them, fleeting though they were.

Jean took a deep breath, she knew what he was asking for, and it wasn't just the words. It was acknowledging that she needed him, that he was the man to give her this orgasm. He wanted to know that she could admit that fact, that he was the one driving her insane with need.




X-Men: Wolverine and Jean



But the time for denial was long gone, Jean was ready to admit that she needed Logan, at least to herself. It was just that saying the words out loud would solidify them, give them power that she wasn't sure she wanted them to have. There had to be some other way, some way other than speaking to let him know that she needed him.

As Logan was watching Jean's face, a devilish smile appeared on it. "What is she up to now?" he thought. A second later Logan felt her telekinetic power gently trying to push his head back down, but she wasn't using her full strength. He couldn't stifle the urge to laugh, "Damn telekinetic vixen!" Logan resisted the pressure on his head and clucked his tongue at her, "Don't you know that won't work darlin'?" he asked while chuckling softly.

Jean sighed in defeat, he had her and they both knew it. "I had to try Logan," she said with a little laugh. Logan bent his head back down again and slipped his tongue just barely inside her outer lips and licked upward to her clit which he nibbled roughly then lifted his head up to look at her.

"Say it Jean, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," Logan said as she looked down into his eyes. He could see the lust, surrender and need in her eyes. Logan knew that she would do as he asked, he had no doubt now.

"Logan, make me cum. I need to so badly. Please, let me cum. Eat my pussy and taste me with your tongue. I need you Logan," the words gushed out of Jean's mouth breathlessly before she had hardly formed them. The fact that she said them surprised her just as much as the language she used.

Logan looked into Jean's eyes, "You've got it darlin'," then he lowered his head back to her aching pussy to finish what he had started and what they both wanted. He tightened his grip on her thighs and started lashing her clit with his tongue in order to drive her over the edge.

When Logan focused on her clit, it was more than Jean could take and she felt the impending orgasm. Every muscle in her body was wound like a spring and then, it happened. She tumbled over the precipice into the abyss of pleasure.

The scream burst forth from Jean's mouth without warning. It was loud and long, it announced to the moon above that she was cumming and cumming hard.

There were no words in the scream for her mind couldn't form them, it was the basest of sounds–pure happiness and passion given vocal chords. Stars burst behind her closed eyes, her body shook from the strength of the pounding orgasm, lightening traveled throughout her body and then centered in her pussy.

Jean came harder and longer than she ever had before, so hard that she couldn't even breathe. Her legs spasmed around Logan's head, but he held on and continued to tongue her clit, causing her orgasm to gain in intensity. 

This, in turn caused Jean's hips to buck up into Logan's mouth which raised her pleasure level. It took several minutes for Jean to start to come down from the high, and only then because she couldn't breathe.

She gasped and sucked precious air into her lungs, feeling the tremors still going through her body as Logan's tongue started to ease up on her clit and let her orgasm recede somewhat.

When Jean finally opened her eyes she looked down and saw that Logan was staring at her with a satisfied smile on his face. His nose, mouth and chin were covered in her cum, his hair was mussed from her fingers and his ears were red from the pressure of her thighs squeezing them. She pulled him up to her and kissed his lips, tasting herself on them.

"That was amazing Logan," Jean told him while still trying to catch her breath.

He pulled her into him, hugging her tightly to his chest, his arms wrapped around her slender frame. "I can't let you go. No matter what it takes, we will be together. I'll do anything for you," Logan thought while he held Jean as her body shook from the ending aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jean leaned into Logan's chest for a few minutes, relishing in the feel of his arms wrapped around her, protecting her and his scent in her nose. When her toes finally started to uncurl she raised her head and looked up into Logan's face.

"You don't really think I'm done now, do you?" she asked him with a grin. Bemused and a little surprised Logan looked at her in wonder, "What do you mean darlin'?".

"Well," she replied smiling, "while that was definitely fun...I don't think you've had your fair share. And you know how I believe in equality..."

"I wouldn't want you to cease fighting for equality because of me," Logan told her with a sexy grin, "I know how important it is to you." His heart and cock leapt in anticipation and he wondered just what exactly this captivating woman had in store for him.

"Besides, speaking of equality, there's one part of me that really wants to have equal time where my tongue was a few minutes ago!" Logan said while softly laughing. Jean joined him in the laughter, "Well, we can't just talk about equality, we have to do something about it!"

Logan released her from his arms and laid on his back putting his hands behind his head, "I'm all yours-darlin' do with me what you will."

Jean raised up and looked at the man laying in front of her in the moonlight, a few inches of water lightly splashing against them both. On the surface he looked completely relaxed, but she could see the tension and electricity running through his body. "No wonder he's called "Wolverine"...he's like an animal waiting to pounce."

The water swirled around them as Jean started running her fingers through his hair. To look at it, one would think it would feel rough, but in reality his hair was soft as goose-down.

Her fingers moved to trace the contours and planes of Logan's face, feeling the whiskers rubbing as she softly roamed to his mouth. That same mouth that only moments ago had her writhing in pleasure.

She outlined his lips, letting her fingers barely touch them. Logan's breathing increased almost imperceptibly and his lips parted. Jean's fingers were deftly caressing the inner skin when Logan's tongue met them and pulled them into his mouth, gently sucking and biting on the tips.

Both groaned at this sensuous contact between fingers and tongue, heart-rates sped up and breathing became labored. Logan's hand came out from under his head and reached up to rub Jean's nipple until it formed a stiff peak again.

"Logan, you're supposed to be mine to "do with what you will", that means you lay there and I get to explore your body," Jean admonished him teasingly while removing his hand from her breast.

"Darlin' it's going to be near impossible for me to just lay here and not touch you. But if that's what you want, I'll try to be good. Very good," Logan told her with a small laugh.

"Thank you, sir"

Jean resumed her exploration of his body, her hands rubbing his chest muscles and massaging his nipples much as he had hers earlier. His, like hers, turned hard and stood out in stark relief. She sat up on her knees with her hands balancing herself in the water and then bent over Logan's prone form, slowly bringing her mouth closer to his chest.

She heard a sharp intake of breath when her mouth captured his nipple and her tongue started flicking the nub while her teeth gently bit it. She felt the muscles in his arms and chest ripple from him straining not to touch her in return.

This brought a small, slightly sadistic, smile to Jean's face. He had "tortured" her, now it was her turn.

She decided to push him even farther and placed one hand on either side of his chest in the water. Slowly she lifted herself up then planted her knees on either side of his hips and sank down until her pussy was resting right on top of his hard cock.

She adjusted her position until his cock was laying between them, where she could rub it with the lips of her pussy, but he couldn't enter her. Not just yet, anyway.

From this position Jean was now in total control of what happened and she loved it. She knew that Logan could take over, but she also knew that he wouldn't. He would let her have the lead for as long as she wanted. Or as long as he could stand it.

"This incredible, sexual, sensual, captivating woman is going to drive me insane!" Logan's cock was caught between her their bodies and being that close, yet unable to slide inside her pussy, was torturing him.

"God help me, this is going to be hell...just laying here and not touching her. What already-insane part of my mind was in charge when I agreed to this?"

Looking up into Jean's face he could see the passion in her eyes, the way her teeth bit her bottom lip as she smiled told him that she was relishing this new position of power and authority. Maybe too much.

"Jean, a closet dominatrix? Hmmmm...that's a good thing to remember! Oh, well. I'll let her have her control for as long as humanly, or mutantly, possible. Never let it be said that Wolverine backed down from something!" Logan grinned at this last thought, but the grin was quickly replaced by a gasp as Jean not-too-gently bit on his nipple to recapture his attention.

"It looked like you were daydreaming for a minute there Logan."

"Only of you, darlin'. And what I'm going to do to, and with, you once your turn in charge ends!" Logan quickly informed her with a sly grin and a wink.

"Oh really? Then I'd better make this "turn in charge" a good one, huh?" With this Jean went back to his chest, using her tongue and teeth to stimulate every nerve ending available. There wasn't a single inch of skin above water that her mouth didn't kiss, lick or bite. Within seconds Logan was groaning and gasping at the sensations that she was sending through his body.

None of the women he'd been with before had ever come close to doing to him what Jean was. Somehow she knew exactly how to touch him, ways that elevated his temperature and his cock. All this just from her concentrating on his chest, what would happen when she explored further down and her mouth recaptured his straining cock?

"I don't know how much more I can take," Logan thought as Jean continued nibbling his skin. As if reading his mind her hips suddenly began to rotate slowly, massaging his cock against her pussy lips.

"Jean, you're torturing me!" Logan pleaded with a half-laugh. Jean burst out in laughter, the shaking of her body only intensifying the effect of her rotating hips on his cock.

"Why Logan, I would have thought that you would be pleased. I mean, it's not like you tortured me earlier or anything. I'm just trying to bring you pleasure, this isn't revenge." Jean told him while smiling widely. 

"The hell it isn't!" Logan exclaimed.

Sensing what was coming, Jean was ready. As soon as Logan tried to move his hands out from under his head, she used her telekinesis to keep them in place. Unlike earlier she used her full ability this time, or enough of it to make sure he couldn't remove his arms. This was her turn and he was going to lay back and enjoy it, even if she had to use her powers to make sure of it!

"Damn woman! Remind me never to piss you off, I'd hate to see what would happen. But as long as you're holding my arms still, would you mind moving your mouth farther down a bit? I have an itch and just can't scratch it right now," Logan laughed.

"Since you asked so nicely, I think that can be arranged," Jean said as she raised up and maneuvered in between his legs. Her luscious mouth then descended onto his upper thighs and lightly bit the sensitive skin just below his balls.

"Is this better?"

Logan groaned, "Not really, up just a bit. It's a really BIG itch, you can't miss it!" 

The notes of Jean's laughter at his ploy was like music to Logan's ears. "I love that sound, she doesn't laugh anywhere near enough." The sound rang across the pond and through the forest, startling the night owls and other nocturnal animals.

"I think I see what you're talking about. Gee, that must really itch bad, it's all swollen. You poor thing," Jean barely got the words out past the laughter at Logan's humor.

"It does, it itches really bad. After all, you are the doctor here, can't you do something to...aaaaahhhhhh," Logan's words trailed off as Jean's mouth took hold of his cock-head and she lightly sucked on it. 

Jean continued to suck, lick and bite on the head of Logan's cock, teasing and torturing him. The thrusting of his hips told her the same thing his moans did–he wanted his whole dick in her mouth, but she wasn't ready for that yet. Jean wanted to drive him crazy with need, and a little bit of teasing wouldn't kill him.

He was strong though, it took all of her willpower and part of her concentration to keep the telekinetic hold on his arms. Where the hell was some good, strong rope when you needed it??? Jean had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to maintain the hold for too much longer and wanted to use this interruption-free time to make him pay for not letting her cum when she needed to earlier!

Jean's mouth released its hold on the head of his cock and Logan experienced a very short-lived sense of respite. Too much more of this and he would completely lose control and flood her mouth with his cum before getting to fuck her pussy. That was not something that Logan wanted to miss so he strained and concentrated on not cumming.

Jean moved her mouth down to nip at Logan's balls, bathing them with her tongue. She sucked first one and then the other into her mouth, rolling them around while listening to Logan's grunts and moans of pleasure.

"Darlin', come on. I need to be inside that warm pussy," Logan told her with another groan as she continued to lick and suck on his balls.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now," Jean replied with a laugh.

Logan couldn't see her face, but he knew that she was smiling and enjoying tormenting him. The feeling of having first one then the other of his balls wrapped in her mouth, with her tongue flicking at them caused the cum to boil in his balls.

Jean, sensing that Logan was close to losing control wrapped her thumb and fingers around the base of his cock. She applied pressure to the vein at the bottom so that he couldn't cum, then raised up and stuffed his whole dick into her mouth in one smooth motion. When he was all the way inside, Jean hummed.

That was the final stroke, Logan could take no more of her torturing. The dam broke and Logan came, his hips raising up out of the water trying to force her head farther down his cock, his breathing was labored.

Fire shot from his cock through his body, every nerve ending felt as though it were alive for the first time. There were so many different sensations that Logan couldn't process them all, the only thing he knew was pleasure. The pure, simple and sweet pleasure of release.

It was the most intense orgasm that Logan had ever experienced. But something was wrong, very wrong. Once his body stopped jerking from the orgasm and his breathing settled back down, Logan was confused.

"Darlin', um...I know that I just...I mean...but I didn't...there wasn't any..." Logan stopped trying to talk as Jean started smiling at him and explained, "Logan, when I put pressure on the main vein, or tube, under your cock, it prevented any cum from getting out. You've just had an orgasm without actually cumming. I would have warned you, but I thought you already knew about that trick. It lets a man last longer and I'm not really finished with you just yet."

Logan sighed in relief at hearing that there wasn't anything wrong, that the only reason he didn't actually cum was because of Jean blocking the tube in his cock. Then the rest of her words sank in to his fuzzy mind. "You're not finished with me yet?" he asked, "The how about releasing this hold on my arms, they're starting to go numb from being held under my head for this long darlin'."

All of a sudden, the pressure on his arms was gone and he could move them again. Logan gently moved his arms out from under his head and stretched them out to his sides, clenching and unclenching his fists to get the blood flowing again.

"Thanks darlin'. Now, what was that you were saying about not being finished with me yet?" He asked. Before Jean could move, he grabbed her and pulled her up over him until she was stretched out laying on top of his body.

Logan held her in place with one hand and brought her face down to his with the other. Their lips met in a searing kiss that spoke of more than just passion.

When he finally released her mouth, Jean breathlessly asked him "Does this mean that you're ready for more?"

"Darlin', with you, I'm always ready for more," Logan replied with a wink. He pulled her head back down to his for another kiss then, a slow and lingering kiss filled with emotions that touched Jean to her heart and scared her as well. But there would be time to deal with those things in the morning. This night was theirs and she was determined to make the most of it.

Without knowing quite how it happened, Jean was laying on her back with Logan looking down at her grinning. "I think your turn in charge has just ended," he told her as he began to nudge her legs open with his knee. Jean's legs spread to allow Logan to sink in between them.

His hard cock was pulsing against her thigh and the expression on his face had turned serious. Slowly Jean felt the tip of his dick moving toward her pussy which was already beginning to leak its juice in anticipation.

She knew he was big, if she hadn't been able to deep-throat he never would have fit in her mouth. Now she was wondering how her pussy was going to accommodate his large cock without hurting her.

"I'll be gentle," Logan told her. It was amazing how sometimes he knew what she was thinking and feeling. Seeing the strain in his face from holding back instead of lunging into her all at once eased Jean's nerves somewhat.

Logan settled into a better position between her thighs and started easing his cock into her depths a little at a time. The feeling of her silken pussy surrounding his cock would have made Logan cum within seconds if he hadn't already had one orgasm.

Jean held her breath as she felt him enter her, then breathed a sigh of relief that he was being gentle and easing in. A few twinges of pain from his cock stretching her was all the discomfort she felt and with a start she realized that he was almost half-way inside her pussy.

Logan was straining to keep himself under control, there was nothing in this world that could make him hurt Jean. Not even his own lust for her. He wanted her to enjoy this joining of their bodies as much as he did.

To that end he reached down between their bodies and found her clit, within seconds it was standing up proudly. As he continued rubbing her clit, more of her juice flooded into her pussy which made his entry easier for both of them.

Jean was moaning from the excitement building up again in her body, the feeling of Logan's cock finally making itself home in her pussy was almost more than she could bear at first. Her walls were stretched farther than ever before, yet because of his care in entering her and the stimulation to her clit, Jean felt mostly pleasure.

At long last Logan was all the way in, buried inside the one woman who had never been frightened of his adamantium claws or his rough devil-may-care attitude. She knew him and accepted him, plain and simple, faults and all. The heart that he had once thought dead was alive and beating from the moment he first saw her.

It was impossible for Jean to think, all she knew was that this man-whom she had seen kill people who tried to harm his loved ones-was now buried to the hilt inside her pussy and she had rarely felt more complete.

The sensations running through her body overloaded her mind, she was running on cruise control, automatically wrapping her arms around Logan. One hand grasped his ass and her fingernails dug in, urging him to begin thrusting into her.




X-Men: Wolverine and Jean



Logan had been trying to give Jean time to get used to having his cock inside her, gritting his teeth to hold still and not just pound away. The look on her face was sublime; pure ecstacy mixed with a healthy dose of lust. But when he felt her fingernails raking his ass and trying to get him to move, he knew that she was ready for more.

Logan raised up on his elbows and kissed Jean's mouth, his tongue warring with hers, both surging lustfully. There would be no loser in this battle for they were now as one and would both win.

"Jean, open your eyes," Logan growled, "Look at me." Jean did as he asked and caught her breath at the look on his face. His eyes spoke volumes, telling her how strong his passion was and how much he cared for her. The muscles in his face were twitching from holding himself still inside her.

Slowly, as she looked at him, Logan began to ease himself back out of her pussy. When just the head of his cock was in, he suddenly slammed home with one huge thrust. Jean's mouth opened in a voiceless scream of pleasure, her toes curled and she wrapped her legs around his.

During all of this, she never took her eyes off Logan's, it was like looking into a mirror and seeing all the emotions which were rolling through her reflected back at her. In the back of her head a little voice told her that nothing would be the same between them again, but she would deal with that later. Tonight was theirs and they would enjoy it.

Logan was going out of his mind from the pleasure coursing through his body and the look on Jean's face told him she felt the same. Gazing lustfully into her gorgeous green eyes as he stroked his cock in and out of her warm depths was almost more than he could bear.

But he was determined to hold out until Jean had cum again, then he could let go. He wasn't going to be a "minute man", no matter how much pressure his balls were putting on him to cum.

Jean could feel every inch of Logan's hard cock entering and exiting her body. And each time he thrust into her, her excitement raised another notch. She knew that at this pace she wouldn't last very long, despite having cum earlier from his tongue.

As if Logan could sense how close she was, he grabbed her legs and pulled them up to her chest then leaned up so that he was kneeling. Jean held her knees with her hands as she felt Logan pound even deeper inside her wet pussy. Groans filled the night air as the pair relished the feelings coursing through them, it was a good thing they were quite a ways from the camp or else the whole team would come down to see what was going on.

Jean's juices were flowing freely now and mixed with the pond water they were laying in. With her pussy beginning to spasm in preparation for her orgasm, Jean was trying her best to remember to breathe through all the sensations.

Logan had gritted his teeth, he knew that he had to do something to push Jean over that edge before he lost control. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, she just felt too damn good.

"Cum for me Jean, let me feel your pussy cum around my cock," he panted breathlessly to her as he continued shoving his cock in and out of her pussy.

With one hand he reached forward and found her clit which was swollen and sitting on top of her pussy as if begging for his attention. He started rubbing it gently with his fingers, rolling it around then flicking it. With his other hand Logan dipped a finger into her cum that was leaking out around his cock and slid that finger into her ass, twisting it around and fucking her ass like it was a miniature cock.

Jean was trying to hold out, she didn't want this night with Logan to end. But when he asked her to cum, then started playing with her clit she knew she wouldn't last much longer. When she felt his finger slide into her ass and begin fucking it she could take no more.

"I'm cumming! Oh, cum with me Logan! Fill me up! Fuck me!" Jean shouted into the night as she felt her pussy begin to orgasm. Logan thrust one more time into her pussy before he lost his hold on control. The feeling of her pussy vibrating around his cock, clenching and then relaxing around it drove Logan over the edge.

He began cumming into Jean's pussy, shooting his white liquid over and over again as though trying to literally fill her pussy with his cum. A scream came out of his mouth that was half-human and half-animal sounding, loud and long it proclaimed to the forest and everything in it that he was cumming. 

Jean had closed her eyes in reflex, but opened them to look up into Logan's face as she began to cum. Lightening shot out from her pussy, electrifying her entire body and every muscle was jerking and clenching from the power of her orgasm. Her toes curled and her hands lost their hold on her knees, her legs fell down into the pond still twitching and jumping.

Without having to hold her legs up, Jean's arms were free and she reached out for Logan and pulled him down on top of her. She wanted to feel his whole body against hers as they were cumming. His cock was filling her pussy with his cum, flooding her from the inside until she felt it start to leak out and run down her ass into the pond-water. 

It seemed like each new vibration in one of them would set off the other's orgasm. Jean hugged Logan to her, her nails raking his back, lost in the feelings running through her body, overwhelmed by the strength of them.

She felt his lips and teeth against her neck, nibbling and licking the sensitive skin which only caused her orgasm to begin anew once again. This in turn caused Logan's cock to shoot more cum into her. She could feel the warm pulses exciting her yet again.

Slowly, a little at a time, the orgasms started lessening in intensity. Logan collapsed onto Jean's chest and rolled over so that she was laying on top of him with his cock still inside her pussy. They spent long minutes laying like that, not talking, just catching their breath and reveling in the feelings that had left them all but speechless.

Logan pulled Jean's head down to his and kissed her, a slow and tender kiss that melted her heart. Their mouths parted and she laid her head back on his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back down to normal.

As Logan came back down from his orgasm, he could swear that he felt someone watching them. Looking around carefully though he didn't see anybody and discarded the idea. "It's probably just some animals that we woke up with all the racket," Logan thought.

Meanwhile, at the top of the trail leading to the pond...

A voice groaned in the darkness as the orgasm took hold, a pair of legs was almost too weak to stand. Lurking there in the shadows one pair of eyes had seen everything from the time Logan had entered the pond. With thoughts swirling two feet turned back toward the camp, it was almost time for everyone to start getting up for the day.

To Be Continued...

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