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🕑 Added 2016-06-05 17:11:47 +0000 UTC Jubilee was hella looking forward to getting her driver’s license. Then maybe her own car. The X-Men were loaded, after all. Surely one of them could spring for something gently used? None of the boys she was interested in owned a car; most could barely get their hands on the family car. So where was she expected to lose her virginity? The park? Under the bleachers?A car was more than just transportation. It would be privacy, comfort, and her debut as a sexually mature woman, long overdue. Nothing curtailed dating like having to wear a lame X-Men uniform.
But first, she needed a license. So she was eager to take her driving test. Perhaps too eager.
She settled behind the wheel and drove off okay, making sure that her jean cut-offs, already short enough to allow the white squares of her pockets out from under the hem, further rode up her slim, shapely thighs. She knew Scott was a stiff, but he’d never been hit with someone as charming as her before.
He didn’t respond at all, his red sunglasses glazing right over her, making him look as stern and strict as a five-star general. Shame. He was pretty handsome, and tall as well.
He stopped looking stern pretty fast. Unfortunately, it was because he looked worried—like they’d really been that close to that parked car. And so Jubilee drifted a little ways out of her lane; it wasn’t like there was any oncoming traffic to run into!
When he asked her to parallel park, she didn’t even try. Like she said, you never had to parallel park at a mall, and where else would she be parking?
And c’mon, it wasn’t like anyone was on the sidewalk…
“Pull over,” Scott told her, and she did, mounting the curb with one wheel to leave the car lopsided.
“Did I pass?” she chirped, giving him the dazzling smile that never failed.
Scott shook his head. “If you’re old enough for breast implants, you’d think you’d be old enough to know how to drive!”
“Hey, these are not implants!” Jubilee insisted, clutching her breasts inside their thin sleeveless tee, the bra revealed by the near-translucent white material so risqué that only having her yellow coat atop it made the look anywhere near acceptable to the prudes Xavier hired. “They’re my secondary mutation!”
And her new mutant power was getting Logan to notice her, she thought happily…
“Is that why you were asking Emma where she got her boobs done?”
Jubilee gawked. “That is—how’d you know about that?”
“Emma tells me all sort of things,” Scott said, with a queer half-smile. “But apparently she hasn’t told you how to drive. Get out of the car. You’re not taking the test again until you’ve learned a few lessons.”
He got out with her, coming around the car to open the hood. Jubilee joined him, looking with bewilderment at all the parts inside. There seemed to be a lot more than just the engine in there! Oh, yeah, there must’ve been the gas tank too.
“Before you can drive a car, you have to know how to get a car running and keep it running. Why don’t you name some of the parts in here?”
“Uh, the, uh—“
“Point them out as well, please.” Scott crossed his muscular arms across his sculpted chest, his pecs revealed by his tight black shirt, his biceps revealed by the torn, abbreviated sleeves of the garment. He must’ve worked out a lot, Jubilee realized. “I’m sure if you’ve been paying attention in Forge’s class, you’ll at least be able to make an informed guess.”
Jubilee bent over the engine block—not that she knew what that was—scrutinizing the car parts as if she were about to develop a secondary mutation for car repairs. “Oh, that’s, uh, that’s what powers the windshield wipers!”
“The carburetor?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, the carburetor! I knew that!”
“And where would you go to change the oil?”
“Uhhhh… duh, you’d just go to the gas station and put more in the tank! You must think I’m a real idiot, Mr. Summers!”
Scott kneaded his temples. “How about you just tell me where the windshield wiper fluid goes?”
“Yeah, sure—easy!”
She bent further over the car’s engine compartment, and Scott’s gaze traveled up her bare, suntanned legs. Her cutoffs were riding so high he could almost see her underwear. And Jubilee, perhaps unthinkingly, squirmed and got them up just a bit higher. Now Scott could see where the crotch-band darted between her legs, to the side now, the back of the cutoffs swallowed up by the crack of her ass while the crotch pressed firmly to her groin. Her sex was on display now, uncovered by the denim cutting so tightly into her body that it slipped from her pussy entirely and instead pressed between her pubis and thigh. The reason he hadn’t seen any underwear was that she was wearing none.
She might not’ve known how to drive, but she looked like she knew a lot of other things…
Scott grabbed hold of the back of her pants to pull her back, and Jubilee squeaked in automatic outrage as he jerked her back up, his hand momentarily pulling her pants away from her buttocks like she was hawking Coppertone. Biting her lip in sudden, fierce arousal, she was met by glacial indifference as Scott moved past her without a second look, slamming the car hood down with masculine force.
“Get back in the car,” he said. “You still need to learn your lesson.”
Jubilee’s toes curled. She’d always had a thing for Logan—so rugged, so manly, dripping with experience and unchecked savagery and the barest moments of control. But she was starting to think Scott was a lot like that—violence and dominance and raw need seething away under tight control, even tighter than Wolverine’s, his pretty-boy exterior not nestling a lack of testosterone but hiding an excess of it. She knew what to expect from Logan—knew what he’d do if she ever fully managed to tempt him. But with Scott, she had no idea. Only an inkling that she’d managed to stir his hidden lust and was left with no idea what she’d be the recipient of.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked, as Jubilee winded around to the passenger seat. The door was locked. “This is the driver’s seat. This is where you need to know the controls.”
Jubilee came around to his side of the car. The door opened in front of her. “You don’t really think my boobs look fake, do you? No one thinks Psylocke’s look fake. I think I could pull off a unitard too…”
Scott stared into the rear-view mirror as she approached—those almost unencumbered breasts jiggling with each step. Sometimes he liked having an excuse to wear sunglasses all the time. Like Emma had said: And to think she assumes you’re looking at her face.
He pulled her into his lap as she came close, Jubilee gasping. She could feel something like a length of pipe underneath her, hard, uncomfortable. He shut the door after her with a resounding clash.
“Now, I assume you know where the steering wheel is?”
“Yes, Mr. Summers,” Jubilee said, surprised and browbeaten by his sudden forcefulness, the sudden fact of his cock between her asscheeks. It was swelling, getting harder. The shock of it stunned her into silence. Even Logan would never be like that with her! And he shouldn’t, he was a teacher! But if it were a boy her own age, she would’ve loved finding out he has something so big… she guessed this was bad, but it didn’t feel bad…
“Where’s the turn signal?” Scott asked, and Jubilee showed him. “Good. Now where’s the gearshift?”
Jubilee reached to the lever on the other side of the steering wheel; Scott clucked his tongue. Close to her ear, it snapped loud enough to make her jump. When she came back down a few inches, his cock seemed to stab into her bottom. It was not just growing, but standing up!
“That controls the windshield wipers,” Scott said. “Reach down to your thighs.”
Jubilee lowered her hands, further and further, not sure what she was reaching for. The lower she reached, the bigger Scott seemed to grow, like his cock was eager for his touch. It swelled so much it actually separated her cheeks, pushing their tight buoyancy aside with its hefty thickness. She could feel his cockhead, warm even through layers of fabric, brush against her asshole. The disturbance was like a spark inside her, a sharp feeling of raw sensation that penetrated to her bowels, her sex…
“It’s right here,” Scott said, taking her right hand and positioning it on the lever between seats.
Jubilee looked down at it. “I thought that was the parking brake.”
“No, it’s the gearshift. Get a good grip on it.”
“I do,” Jubilee assured him.
“Are you sure? Move your hand up and down. Make sure your grip’s comfortable.”
Obedient, feeling his manhood actually protruding into her anus in a condom of his pants and her cutoffs, Jubilee rubbed her hand up and down the gearshift. It surprised her that Scott wanted to fuck her. He was used to girls like Psylocke, Jean, Emma Frost! Having him going for her was a real boost to her ego. As she rubbed the gearshift, Jubilee leaned over it for a better grip, wiggling her ass around on Scott’s lap. He groaned deep in his chest as her supple asscheeks rolled about to either side of his erection.
“You’ve gotten very mature,” he said to her.
“Hey, thanks!”
“Maybe you’d better get off my lap. You’re a big girl now. It has a bit of an effect on me.”
Jubilee bit her lip and, flustered, shuffled out into the passenger seat. Scott was still a born leader—not fussing about what had happened, nor seeming to be embarrassed by his natural reaction to having a girl’s warm ass on his prick. Jubilee resolved to be as adult as he was being.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Summers. I didn’t mean to give you a hard-on.”
“Of course not!” Scott laughed, with a suddenness that was almost hysterical. “I’m not Wolverine after all.”
Jubilee blushed deeply. “I don’t—he’s not—I really wasn’t trying to tease you, honest!“
“But you’re a very desirable young woman. I find you attractive. That’s not the way you should feel about a student. Let’s forget the whole thing.”
“Alright,” Jubilee said, sharply confused by the sudden shift in his affections. She’d started thinking that it’d be kinda neat to have Scott kissing her, to feel him through her clothes, to let him do things to her that she couldn’t quite imagine. She’d thought that would be nice, in a way even Logan wasn’t…
“Now, do you know where the clutch is?” he asked her.
“No,” Jubilee admitted, the circumstances rendering her bashful rather than overconfident.
“Why don’t you go look for it?” Scott suggested, and taking her by the back of the neck, he shoved her face down into his crotch.
She could smell his cock. Hell, she could taste it, it was right up against her face!
“Pay attention to how I work the pedals,” Scott said as he drove them away, one hand on the wheel, the other holding Jubilee down against his groin.
***
It was maddening… having his cock so close but not quite being able to touch it, taste it. He just drove, almost ignoring her except to reiterate how to control the vehicle, every turn, every pump of the brake, every shifting of the gears making his cock shift against her cheek. She actually licked at the inside of her mouth in desperation, touching with her tongue where his erection pressed inward.
They drove for what seemed like miles—Jubilee could hear traffic, other cars dopplering past them, honking horns, squealing tires, hissing brakes. The thought that she was surrounded by people, all blissfully unaware that she was being corrupted in just another car, her head in a teacher’s lap, his cock under her nose… it made her clench.
No wonder Scott had so many women. Had he done this to Emma once, to Betsy? Just… decided on them and then taken them? She didn’t know how they could’ve resisted. She didn’t know how she could.
Scott asked calmly, “Can you smell my precum?”
“Uh-huh!” Jubilee murmured. “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh—“
“That’s how your throat’s going to taste when we’re through.”
Then, still completely casual, Scott rolled down the window and leaned out, interacting with a touchscreen before swiping a credit card through a reader. Jubilee heard the distinctive gear grinding and wet motion of a car wash starting up. She tried to get up, but Scott shoved her back down, rubbing her nose in his erection as he eased the car forward, stopped it in place, and put it in park.
“Please… please can I suck your cock now?” Jubilee asked.
“Almost,” he said in the same conversational tone as before.
The machinery surrounded the car hummed and throbbed and whistling, spraying them down with presoak chemicals, but Jubilee barely noticed as Scott started slapping her ass, driving her down between his spread legs and almost facefirst into the pedals. She struggled to right herself and he reached down to her, not to help, but to grab hold of her shirt and rip it off her. Jubilee fought against him—not to get her shirt back, but to claw her way up into his lap and thrust her breasts into his face.
“God, you’ve got some nice fat tits,” Scott whispered huskily, pushing them together with a hand on either side of her cleavage. “Been staring at these big fat tits for a while. Almost as good as Emma’s. Only a matter of time until I fucked them, just like I do Emma’s…”
“You’re a dirty old man!” Jubilee gasped.
“And you’re a nasty little slut,” he said. “Can’t help myself around a nasty little slut like you. Have to fuck you, because you want it so damn much. You’d probably cry if I didn’t take my cock out and plow you, right?”
Jubilee’s ears were burning. She couldn’t believe how Scott was talking—he’d always been so reserved, but now he was pawing at her breasts, talking so dirty… her ass still ached where he’d smacked it, which she kinda liked…
“Dirty old man,” she repeated, holding back a giggle.
For the first time, she had a clear, unobstructed view of his cock—like a thick branch running from the twin tree trunks of his legs, pushing out from his groin and forming a solid ridge under the canvas of his khakis. God, it wasn’t even like a penis, too big and hard and long for that—more like some barrier of sandbags constructed along the otherwise clear expanse of his muscular thigh. It was the fucking Les Mis of barricades in his pants.
“Maybe not that old,” she said, putting her hands on the proof of her words—his hard cock. She squeezed it and there was barely any give in its blood-gorged heft. “Fuck, so many girls would love to have a prick like this in them!”
“I don’t want them.” And Scott leered at her, his cock twitching before her eyes. “Not right now, anyway.”
“Jerk!” Jubilee cursed. Then she cooed. “You don’t need anyone but me.”
“Let’s see. You may have the tits, but who knows if they’ll pass the taste test…”
The brushes came down, clattering at the exterior of the car, filling it with a viscous whirr as Jubilee spread herself against in Scott’s lap, facing him this time, his hidden cock holstered against her pussy. He buried his face in her tits, Jubilee purring to indicate her pleasure as he ran his tongue from one hard-capped globe to the other.
“Ooooh, Mr. Summers!” she heaved. “That’s so nice! Kiss my tits! Kiss ‘em good!”
Scott was doing to Jubilee what he’d dreamed about doing for months, ever since she’d gotten her ‘secondary mutation.’ He’d sat behind his desk in class and watched her with a hard-on, secretly thrilled by the fear that he would have to stand up with a huge tent in his pants.
Now he didn’t need to worry about that. He pulled his zipper down, and Jubilee squealed with delight as his cock came out, proving even firmer and larger and more ready than she could ever have dreamed. It was right behind her pert buttocks, and she almost broke her neck swinging her head around to look at it. A moment later, it was in her soft hands.
“Not quite seeing you on your knees, gagging on all eleven inches,” Scott taunted, watching from behind his sunglasses as Jubilee, astonished, mouthed ‘eleven?’ “But who knows if there’s room in that throat for all of this? Maybe we should have you go down on Logan first.”
She kept reaching behind herself, feeling his cock out blindly, almost not believing what her eyes and now her hands told her about his heft, his length. Her fingers gently caressed his stiffness, cupped his huge balls, and Jubilee trembled in almost fearful anticipation as she realized she couldn’t cover his full erection with both hands.
While she leaned back, he held her in place, his arms around her back, his mouth riding over the beauty of her breasts, sucking a nipple between his teeth, gently grinding it in his jaws. Sensing that she liked what he was doing, Scott bit down harder, and Jubilee’s moan filled the car.
“Ohhhh wow, you’re hard!” she prattled. “Nice and hard! Are you gonna put it in me? How are you going to fuck me, teacher? God, tell me! I need to know! Fuck me, please, my pussy’s so hot, put your cock in my hot pussy! Fuck me, teach!”
Sliding his mouth between her giant tits and lapping at the sweat there, Scott ignored her pleas. He had lusted over her beautiful pair for a long time and now he was going to enjoy them.
“Of course I’m gonna fuck you,” he laughed, grabbing hold of her ass and groping it playfully.
“When!?”
“As soon as I have these big tits all nice and wet.”
“Fuck, yes!”
“I’m going to fuck these tits,” Scott said, pushing the mounds together so hard that the two fat nipples almost touched. “These big, beautiful tits.”
“Yes!” Jubilee gasped, in almost worshipful awe, as she felt her body responding to the very thought of Scott fucking her that way. “How?”
Scott smiled. His tongue was circling her nipples, his stubble grinding through the wettened softness of her curves. It covered his face with the sticky dampness of his own saliva, nasty and grimy, but he liked the thought that Jubilee was similarly slimed.
“Gonna throw you down,” he told Jubilee. “Put my cock up between your tits. You have the important job. You have to hold your boobs together while I fuck them.”
He pushed Jubilee’s tits together again, even rougher than before, and Jubilee fell back against the steering wheel, prompting a shrill honk from the horn. Scott ignored it as he sucked both nipples into his mouth at the same time, finding them covered with little goosebumps of pleasure. Jubilee sighed explosively, three times in rapid succession, unable to keep her body still as his flashing teeth scraped over both sensitive nubbins. Her shifting body set off the car horn again, so Scott leaned back, yanking Jubilee’s body along with him so she was once more in his lap, pulled tight to his mouth.
“That sounds so awesome!” Jubilee giggled. “I’ve never even heard of doing it like that!”
“With your new tits, I think you’ll be hearing it a lot.”
Jubilee moaned obscenely, pumping her hips forward, driving her pussy against Scott’s belly. She could feel the hard lines of his abdominal muscles, pressing into her even more sharply than his belt buckle. God, he was so cut… “I hope so! It sounds so awesomely kinky and I really like kinky! I want you to do everything to me! Fuck me every way you want! I’m ready for anything! Crap, I’m so ready!”
“Good,” he said. “Because it’s time for the other half of the lubrication.”
“Other half? What other half?”
“We’ve gotten your tits nice and wet,” Scott explained patiently. He was finding it easy to be patience while he explained the facts of life to young Jubilee. “Now what else needs to be wet for me to fuck your tits?”
“Your cock!” Jubilee cried triumphantly. “Your cock needs to be wet!”
“That’s very good, Jubilee. You’re absolutely right.”
“I’m gonna use my mouth, baby,” she cooed, licking her lips to get them wet for him. “I’m gonna get your cock all wet with just my mouth!”
“That’ll work,” Scott said, giving her an approving little pat on the rump. “Better hurry, though. The car’s almost clean.”
“The car’s almost… oh, right! Duh!”
Jubilee slid back down into the car’s legroom, anxiously kneeling on the floor mat and perching her arms on Scott’s knees—couldn’t wait for him to get his cock in her mouth. She lowered her lips to his cockhead, aiming for the shiny drop of precum at the tip of his crown.
“Stop!” Scott ordered as her tongue slipped out, an inch from his throbbing shaft.
“What? Why?” Jubilee demanded. “It’ll be good, I swear! I love licking up a juicy cock! Please, teach, c’mon!”
“You’ll get plenty of cum,” Scott assured her. “But remember, we need your tits nice and slippery.”
Pouting, Jubilee went along with him. She milked out a gooey droplet from his cockhead, then leaned down to lick at the curves of her own luscious tits, transferring its viscousness to them. Finished, she looked up into Scott’s eyes lovingly, finding only her own reflection in his ruby quartz sunglasses.
“Can I have it now?” she asked, voice and body trembling with need. “Please, Mr. Summers, let me suck you. Let me get my lips around that big hard cock.”
Scott didn’t answer her in words, but in fitting the forefinger of either hand through her dangling hoop earrings, then pulling so she was moved inexorably to his waiting hard-on.
“Ooooh, yes!” Jubilee groaned, her body undulating with his permission. “I love this! I love your cock! I love you! And holy crap, do I love cock!
The polish started, buffeting the windshield with a sheen of multicolored chemicals as Scott nestled himself inside Jubilee’s mouth. The moment she tasted him, she took over, jamming herself up and down upon his prick, impaling her own throat on his manhood as if she couldn’t control herself, as if she were so desperate for the blast of his cum that she would deny herself having her tits fucked.
With a disappointed sigh, Scott took hold of her hair and yanked her up, Jubilee letting out a series of pained noises as she was forced off his member. “Ow, ow, owie—!”
Scott took hold of his seat’s lever and jerked it all the way back, throwing his headrest into the car’s backseat. Jubilee was whirled around, jammed into the cushioning, and Scott climbed on top of her. She helped him guide his hard cock into position between her tits, the full, heated bulk of his member slapping down onto her warm skin as she took hold of her own firm breasts and pushed them in on his shiny prick. Scott groaned as his cock disappeared in her cleavage, surrounded by the smothering warmth of her flesh.
“Yeah, just like that,” he groaned as the incredible feel of her wet breasts engulfed him. “I’ve wanted to do this for years!”
Smushing together her breasts formed a neat little tunnel for him to fuck, and she pushed in harder on the slippery erection, letting her fingers slip in between her tits to feel his hard-stroking cock. She hadn’t thought just having him slide back and forth inside her cleave would make her so horny, but it was. It seemed ridiculously naughty—even naughtier than sex—to be watching his engorged cockhead thrusting through her deliciously served tits.
Every stroke stretched the skin on his member, making the little slit of the tip open wide. She could see the shiny precum as it lavished down to drip onto her skin. And his heavy balls were dragging on her belly, weighted down with enough cum to drown her.
Jubilee couldn’t stop trembling. Now it was from the overpowering passion she felt. “When you come, what should I do?”
“Take it in your mouth,” Scott gritted out, fucking her tits even harder. He could feel her voluptuous young body writhing with every stroke he laid upon her. “I’ll tell when to open up.”
“Could you cum on my face?” she begged. “God, teacher, please?”
“Oh, is that what you want?”
“Fuck yes!” Jubilee hissed, eagerly clenching in on herself for a minor orgasm, her baby-soft tits caressing his hardness. “Yes, that’s all I want! Cum! I want to feel cum shooting all over me! Shower me with it!”
“Horny cunt,” Scott husked. “It’s no wonder I’m fucking a horny cunt like you. Nothing else to do with you! Nothing you should be wearing but my cum--!”
His fingers dug into the creamy softness of her breasts, Scott not caring at all how it might hurt her to be gripped so hard. All he cared about was getting off. He crushed down her breasts with his hands, making the canal he was fucking so tight that even his slick hard-on had to fight to stroke between her tits. But it managed, fucking faster, throbbing powerfully, the hot cum from the very depths of his balls fighting just as hard to get out. His seed gushed in an arching spurt that jetted up into her face.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jubilee screamed as the first spray landed on her chin. “Come! Come hard for me!”
“I am, you slut! I’m coming for you! I’m coming all over you!”
She could feel the powerful bursts of his cock, jerking between the melons of her cleavage, reverberating with the muscular spasms of his ejaculation. “Give it to me! Give me your cum!”
“And you take it!” Scott shouted. “I’m going to bury that pretty face in cum, you hot little bitch! Take it! Take it all!”
He was pumping his cock with his own hand now, directing huge geysers of cum onto Jubilee’s face and lips, slathering it on her cheeks. She opened her lips wide and Scott directed even more of his seed into her eager mouth. It filled quickly, cum trickling out the corners of her lips and down her chin as well, before Scott’s ejaculation slowed to a trickle. He squeezed down on his shaft, forcing the last few drops out, and wiped his cockhead in Jubilee’s hair, further smearing her visage with cum.
“Maybe you should stick your head outside,” Scott suggested. “Wash some of that off.”
Jubilee shook her head coyly. “Oh no! I want to wear this for a while!”
“Don’t get too used to it. We’re going to have to make room for more.”
Jubilee purred happily. “Guess I passed the oral exam, then?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“So what’re you gonna teach me next?” Jubilee chirped, her impish grin even naughtier with cum frosting her lips. “About the driveshaft? Or maybe you can show me how to drain the engine? Or just how to put things in the trunk…?”
Scott smiled wickedly at her. “Help me get the trunk open and I’ll give you a fucking pilot’s license. But first…” He gave his cock a pump. It was hardening again, fresh precum filling the slot. “You missed a spot.”
***
Scott pulled out into traffic, quickly stopping at a red light. He didn’t have to have his free hand on Jubilee’s head to keep her suckling at his prick, but he liked feeling her bob up and down against the palm of his hand.
He heard a light honk and turned to the left to see Illyana in her own car, taking up the other lane. He rolled his driver’s side window down as she rolled down her passenger window.
“Scott, hey,” she called. “Where’s Jubilee? I thought you were taking her out for a driver’s license.”
“She went to get something to eat,” Scott said.
“Alright. Just don’t forget where you left her!”
“I definitely won’t,” Scott said, pressing down more firmly with his hand on the back of Jubilee’s head. She gagged, but with stubborn persistence, took all of him. He luxuriated in her throat.
The light was about to turn green. Illyana blew him a kiss. “Love you!”
Scott caught it, smiling at her. “Love you too.”
Jubilee felt a surge of warmth shoot into her mouth, an unending spigot of sticky cum, and soon she was unable to swallow it fast enough. Streams of hot white jizz dribbled down Scott’s shaft, but Jubilee contentedly swallowed what she could. She knew she’d have plenty of time to lick away the rest.
It was a long drive back to the Xavier Institute…
Comments
BillyBatson
!! Oh man that was great! Loved the relentless dirty talk and teasing buildup Definitely my favorite version of Jubes :D
