Disclaimer: X-Men Tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series, as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics. ____________________________________________________________________
The X-Men are mutants, unfortunate people born with an X-gene that gives them extraordinary powers and abilities which makes them outcasts to those considered "normal" in the world. _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men cast: (Teachers) Professor-X, Angel, Banshee, Beast, Bishop, Forge, Polaris, Storm, and Wolverine, Dr Mora MacTaggert,
(Students) Cannonball-17, Cyclops-17, Colossus-18, Gambit-17, Iceman-16, Multiple boy-13, Nightcrawler-16, Northstar-17, Spike-15, Sunspot-16, Thunderbird-18 / Amanda-16, Jubilee-13, Karma-16, Magma-15, Premonition (Jean Grey)-17, Rogue-16, Shadowcat-14, Spirit-17, Syran-16, Wolvesbane-15 _____________________________________________________________________________
SENTINELS: government sponsored robots created to capture dangerous mutant.
The Black Panther: once an African prince, now the ruler of a nation as King of Wakanda, as well as the first black member of The Mighty Avengers. _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men Tales: -pt15
Title: STORMY REVELATIONS
Xavier's Institute For Higher Learning, Salem Center West Chester, NY
The Avenger's Quinn Jet landed on school ground without incident. As the sleek metal doors opened, the African born Black Panther emerged, somersaulting through the air to a graceful landing on his feet as members of the X-Men (Beast, Polaris, Storm, and Forge) came running from the X-Men Mansion.
Storm's eyes widened when she saw T'Challa emerge from the ship...
"Where is he...?" asked the black Avenger, ripping his black cat mask from his head to reveal his true royal identity. "Where is Evan Daniels...? Where is my son...??!!"
"Son...??!" asked Forge, confused.
"Ororo...??!" called T'Challa, as the wind rider softly glided to the ground on gentle wind currents she created.
"We are looking for him T'Challa...!" said the African goddess.
"No good enough!" yelled T'Challa, wanting swift action now! "I demand to know where Evan is and WHO has custody of him!"
"Hold on. T'Challa..., calm down...! What makes you think Evan Daniels is your son...?" asked Hank McCoy [Beast].
"Ororoo...?" asked T'Challa again, leaving it up to Storm to explain.
Storm swallowed hard the lump in her throat as she openly admitted...
"T'Challa...IS Evan's biological father...!"
"And how do you know this...?" asked Polaris, stocked by the revelation.
"I know this because..., I am Evan's biological mother...!"
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Later, as the X-Men (Beast, Wolverine, Polaris, Forge, Bishop, Cyclops, [and their guest] gather in one of the meeting rooms UNDERGROUND
"You're Evan's what...??" asked Forge, unable to believe his own ears.
"I'm his biological mother!" repeated Storm, for all to hear.
"I don't understand..." said Polaris, confused. "...we've been classmates since childhood..., how could you have gotten pregnant and had a baby without our knowing...?"
"Yeah.., I want to know this one myself! HOW did you get pregnant without our knowledge...?!" asked Forge.
"Would you back off and let her speak!" yelled Bishop, being overly protective.
"You were all already students here when I arrived as a teen girl from Africa..." said Storm, recalling her past. "Professor Xavier found me in my homeland, and brought me here to America to learn how to best use my powers to help humanity!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..., get to the pregnant part...!" urged Forge impatiently, getting nasty looks from his teammates.
"Before I met Xavier..., before I even learned of the land called American..., I met a young prince during my travels through my homeland, Africa! I was young, no more than 15, orphaned and forced to rummage on my own as a thief in order to survive after the deaths of my parents! T'Challa was young also, but I could easily tell by his proud walk and mannerism that he was destined for greatness! I met him after I pick pocketed him in one of the city's busy market places. To my dismay he felt me lift his coin sack, and chased me through the streets! I ran as fast as I could, but could not escape him. He seemed to be toying with me, laughing at me as he followed closely on my heels like a cat and mouse! I ran into a nearby alleyway, I did not know it was a dead end until I saw the large white wall towering before me! I remember wishing I had wings so I could fly..., and suddenly, I found myself aloft! I flew straight up the wall, lifted by the winds as if by magic! I thought I had escaped my pursuer, when I looked back I suddenly saw him scaling the wall like a cat, leaping from window ledges and railings until we were once again face to face! Too exhausted to run any further, I returned him his coin sack, and he offered me a place to rest. It was later that I learned he was the son of the King of Wakanda! Prince T'Challa!"
"I took Ororo, this white haired blue eyed goddess to my Kindom..." explained T'Challa, picking up where Storm left off. "She was the prettiest, most fascinating, most intriguing girl I had ever known! I learned of her parents' deaths, and her living on the streets alone, stealing food and pocket treasures to live! I asked my father if she could stay with us at the palace, and he accepted her. I showed Ororo all the wonders my Kingdom had to offer, and shortly after a romance blossomed. I wanted to take Ororo as my future bride, but my father had other plans for me to go abroad to America where I was to learn to speak English and learn and educate myself with the teachings of west! I fought him, refusing to leave Ororo behind..., declaring my undying love for her and our unborn baby...! But before I could back my boasts, I returned home to find that Ororo had vanished, leaving me, and taking our child with her!"
"I knew T'Challa would never go to America if I stayed with him. So I left. It was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make! Soon afterwards I met the Professor..., he offered to take me back to America, to his school for gifted mutants like myself! But I was too ashamed to go to a strange land, a strange school, as a pregnant, unmarried teenager! So Xavier used his powers of telepathy to shield my pregnancy from the rest of you, so that when you all met me [Polaris, Wolverine, Beast, Forge, Angel & Banshee], I appeared to be normal! After the baby was born, he found a nice family with the Daniels, a young black American couple that had lost their own mutant child in an accident. They raised my baby with the understanding that when he was old enough, and when his mutant powers appeared at puberty, he would come to the school to learn how best to hone his talents for the betterment of mutant kind. I watched Evan grow, keeping an eye on him from a distance until he started attending the school as a student!"
"I saw Ororo one day, many years after Evan was born! I asked her what ever happened of our son, and she assured me that Evan was fine and being well taken care of! By then she had already become the X-Man Storm, and I was the Avenger's first black member! She convinced me that Evan was better off with the Daniels, living a normal life away from the danger we faced as superheroes! I didn't like having a child, my ONLY child, not knowing who his real father was, of the royal bloodline in his genes..., but Storm's argument seemed just, so I let Evan continue living with the Daniels!"
"So all this time Evan's been here..., and he doesn't know that you're his real mother and father...?" asked Polaris, choked up by her friends tales.
"Evan loved the Daniels so much..., I just couldn't bear to break his heart and tell him that he had been adopted!" explained Storm.
"What a crock of shit!" said Forge, having heard enough. "You didn't not tell Evan because of his love for his adoptive parents..., you didn't tell Evan because you were ashamed of the lie! That you gave him up as a kid to complete strangers!"
"I did what was best for Evan!" challenged Storm.
"You did what was best for Ororo...! As always!" countered Forge.
"Back off Forge..., can't you see she's been through enough...?!" said Bishop, sympathetically.
"You're just making brownie points to get back in her pants!" said Forge, turning a deaf ear.
"BACK in her pants...?" asked T'Challa, catching the slip of the tongue.
"Oh yeah..., your divine goddess here has been officially sleeping with this underage 17 year old that's just about young enough to be her own son!" snapped Forge, reveal Storm second shame.
"You're a real asshole, you know that Forge...?!" asked Polaris, angrily.
"Okay..., all is well with the family history..., but what we really need right now is to find out where Evan and the rest of the students are being held by these Sentinels!" said Beast, getting everyone back on track.
"The asshole here might be able to help...!" said Forge, leading everyone to his workshop down the hall. "I've taken one of the damaged Sentinels from the front lawn, and tired reprogramming him so he could lead us back to his home base...!" explained Forge, walking into his sizable shop with one of the human sized Sentinels lying on his work bench.
"Excellent idea, Forge! Will it work?" asked Beast, excitedly.
"Won't know til we turn him on!" confessed Forge. "Either he'll lead us back to his base, or he'll attack! Either way, we need to be prepared!"
"I'll get the Blackbird ready!" said Scott Summers, rushing towards the hanger bay.
"We need ta strategize...!" advised Wolverine.
"Agreed! Let's set up a plan, then kick those robots where they live!" said Beast.
"I want to help!" said T'Challa. "As Evan's father, I insist!"
"We'd be glad to have you aboard, T'Challa!" said Beast, tapping the black Avenger on the shoulder. "Now, I'm sure you and Ororo have some things you two would like to discuss before we leave, so,,...,"
"Definitely!" said T'Challa, glancing over at Storm.
Bishop didn't like the way T'Challa looked at Ororo..., so he knew wherever they went to talk, he'd be close by.
Med-lad #2
Roberto DeCosta [Sunspot] felt John Proudstar's [Thunderbird's] greased fingers easing in and out of his bare asshole as he scooted down to the bed's edge. He hung his head off the side of the bed, angling his mouth with Peter Rasputin's [Colossus's] hard cock. Peter moaned softly as Roberto took his hard 8" man piece between his lips and started sucking upside down.
"Man..., I have missed this mouth...!" muttered the big muscled Russian, thrusting his hips back and forth as he fed the Brazilian boy his man cock.
"I've been dreaming of climbing back into this ass ever since the X-Men rescued him from The Hell's Fire Club...!" stated John Proudstar, easing his greased cock up to Roberto's hole.
Roberto groaned around Peter's manhood as Proudstar's cock slid deeply into him. He was being filled at both ends, just like he liked it, his own cock rock hard and already dripping tasty pre-cum onto his flat wash board stomach.
Proudstar grabbed Roberto by the thighs and pulled his body down on his hardon until he successfully sheathed all 8 and 1/2 inches of his proud Indian cock up Roberto's ass. Roberto's body took only a moment to adjust to the invasion before his asshole melded around the shape and contours of Proudstar's cock. Both John and Roberto stifled groans, both eagerly anticipating what the other had in stored.
Colossus thrust his big Russian cock in and out of Roberto's mouth, fucking his cock head deep into the upside down boy's throat. Roberto saw the heavy hairless balls sac slap into his forehead with every inward stroke the Russian male made. He loved Peter Rasputin's big foreign cock and low hanging balls. He watched [cross eyed] as the long hard pale white cock shaft disappeared into his mouth, every inch of the fat juicy morsel lodged perfectly down his open throat.
Peter was amazed that Roberto had no gag reflex, that a boy as young as Robert could swallow a full grown cock all the way down to the balls and not throw up. But being a student at The School For Gifted Youngsters. Peter had seen a great many amazing things. Like seeing young Robbie [Multiple Boy] fuck as many as six boys at one time after dividing himself into 5 clones, and like witnessing Sam Guthrie [Cannonball] butt fuck Rhaine Sinclair [Wolvesbane] up the ass in her wolf form. Yes, one gets to see a great MANY amazing things once one becomes a student at the school of weirdness.
Proudstar fucked in and out of Roberto's ass at a deep steady pace, trying not to cum too soon in the oven hot furnace that was the boy's anal canal. Roberto enticed Proudstar even more when he tightened and flexed his hole on the Indian's thrusting manhood. Roberto's asshole lubricated naturally, making his colon slick and slippery as Proudstar's proud cock glided through his talented passage with increasing speed. Proudstar found himself fucking harder and faster, driving his hips into Roberto's backside repeatedly, unable to control his lust. He hammered at the teen ass, feeding the boy's hole his 8 plus inches as if he were made to be fucked. Roberto was in heaven, his mind and body starting to siege as his own hard cock suddenly erupted hot gushes of milky cum across his chest and abs.
"Ha! Fucked the load right out of him!" gloated Proudstar as he continued to hammer at the spasming hole.
"I am about to do da same to his throat...!" gasped Colossus, ramming himself in and out as deep and hard as he could. He held the boy by the back of the head as he thrust into his open mouth. Roberto's throat was like a deep well, accepting the Russian's cock with ease. "Ahh Vasda...! I am cumming...!" announced the Russian as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed. Seconds later he was white washing a thick cum load down the back of Roberto's throat, his sperm shooting directly into the boy's stomach.
Proudstar watched Peter cumming as he fed his load down Roberto's ballooned throat. He could feel his own orgasm coming as he slammed his cock into the deep dank hole as hard and fast as he could. "AARRRRHHHH, I'm cumming too...!!" he yelled, sending his own Native American seed into Roberto's colon.
He continued to thrust in and out as he came, his thick creamy load making the warm passage slicker as his cock rocketed through the relaxed anus. He could feel Roberto's body shaking as he came in him, a sure sign that the boy was enjoying himself. But even after Proudstar's orgasm started to subside, Roberto's body continued to tremble and shake, becoming more and more violent.
"Hey..., what is going on...??" asked Peter, removing his cock as Roberto began foaming at the mouth.
"He's having a seizer...!" said Thunderbird, yanking his cock from Robert's asshole. "Call the Doctor! Hurry!!"
In a panic, Peter Rasputin pulled the emergency cord, and yanked it from the wall.
"Shit...!" he coursed, tucking his cock back into his pants as he ran down the hall yelling Dr McTaggert's name.
Doctor Mora McTaggert was in Medlab#1 with another patient [Angel], checking on his recovery when she heard her name being frantically called.
"And how are ye feeling now, Lass...?" she asked, checking his vitals on the Automated D.O.C.
"I'm..., feeling find, doctor..., what exactly happened...?" asked Warren [knocked unconscious and kidnapped by the Morlocks in chaps-10 thou 13].
"Ye were kidnapped, and given a sedative to keep ye sedated!" explained Mora. "What do you remember...?"
Warren thought back as he recalled being on a mission with Banshee [Mora's fiance], and having a sexual rump with him atop one of Manhattan's skyscrapers...then..., being royally butt fucked by some big dick black man...
"Not much...!" said Angel, keeping his memories to himself.
"Doctor McTaggert...!! Doctor McTaggert...!!" cried Colossus from the hall, as doc Mora McTaggert ran [and Angel] ran out into the hall to see what as the matter.
"What's wrong boy-o...? Why ye screaming ye wee head off...??!" she asked, reading the panicked look on the Russian's face.
"It's Roberto...!" said Peter, unable to say anymore.
"What's happened to him...?" asked Mora, rushing into his room as John Proudstar held the boy down in bed to keep him from hurting himself. "Warren..., grab him!" she ordered, punching code keys into the automated D.O.C.
Angel reached down and physically grabbed Roberto's head, helping Proudstar to hold him still as Roberto's body slowly calmed back down to a peaceful rest.
"What were you two doing in here...?!" asked Mora, bushing the hair from her eyeglasses as she turned her attention to the two teen boys. "...Roberto is very sick, and NOT able to have visitors at this time!"
"We...we didn't know...!" said Proudstar, climbing down off the bed. "What happened to him...?" he asked, as Mora began covering the Brazilian's naked body with his bed sheet.
"Roberto has been having a very acute separation anxiety after being dependant on Mountjoy for so long...!" explained Mora. "In essence..., his body is learning to cope all over again! He is dependent on the D.O.C. to feed him a steady dose of proteins Mountjoy sucked out of him during their..., melting merge, for lack of a better description! Too much proteins and vitamins will result in an overdose! Someone must have tampered with the machine!"
"We are sorry..., we did not know...!" said Colossus, apologetic.
"It's okay...! But he needs his rest right now. Just..., leave him be for the moment!" said Mora, going to get Roberto a cold compress.
As Thunderbird and Colossus began to take their leave, Angel expected the foam coming from the corners of the boy's mouth and determined...
"This isn't saliva Roberto's spitting up..., it's semen...!"
"Run!" suggested Proudstar, as he and Colossus took off running down the hall, leaving Angel to laugh to himself...
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"So..., this is Evan's room...?" asked T'Challa, walking into Spike's bedroom which he shared with Multiple Boy and Nightcrawler. "Which bed is his...?"
"That one!" said Storm, pointing at the one with pictures of Evan and the Daniels on the dresser top. T'Challa walked over and picked up the picture of Evan cheesing in a close up with his best friends Sam [Cannonball] and Bobby [Iceman].
T'Challa touched the picture of his son sentimentally, wishing he had had the chance to correct his past.
"We WILL find Evan, T'Challa..., this I promise on to the goddess!" assured Storm.
"How can you be so sure...?" asked T'Challa, fighting back a tear drop. "He's so young..."
"He has an amazing power..., if he is able..., he will give his captors much grief! This I assure you!" said Storm, bringing a faint smile to T'Challa's worried face.
"Where did we go wrong, Ororo...?" asked T'Challa, sitting on the side of Evan's bed. "...I fully expected we would be married..., future King and Queen of Wakanda..., raising a village of our offspring!"
"A village...?!" laughed Storm, joining T'Challa on the edge of Evan's bed as she gazed down at his picture in his father's hand. "And WHO, pray tell, would birth all of these babies...?"
"Why..., YOU of course...!" said T'Challa, looking into Ororo's blue eyes. For a moment, he was hypnotized. "I've always been a sucker for you, Ororo..." he said, taking her head into his hands as he tilted her head and kissed her fully on the lips.
Storm didn't resist, spurred on by old feelings and a strong need for companionship. T'Challa charged on, spurred by Storm's willingness. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan wantonly.
"Let GO OF HER...!!!" yelled Bishop, bursting into Evan's room.
"Who the hell is this...?!?" asked T'Challa, as he and Storm broke their kiss.
"Bishop..., its not what you think...!" said Storm.
"Ororo..., is this your..."
"Lover! That's right!" interrupted Bishop, grabbing Storm by the arm as he pulled her from T'Challa's side.
"Bishop, stop...!" said Storm.
"You heard the lady..., she obviously doesn't want to be with you!" said T'Challa, grabbing Ororo by her other arm to yank her from Bishop.
"Kepp your hands off of her!" ordered Bishop, pulling her back.
"Make me!" challenged T'Challa, yanking her back.
"Both of you...STOP!!" yelled Storm, unable to take anymore. "Bishop..., T'Challa and I have a history..., he is my son's father! We have a bond that will never be broken!" explained Ororo, putting Bishop in his place. "T'Challa..., Bishop was..., IS my lover! From the moment I met him I felt a kindred spirit with him! We also have formed a bond that will never be broken!"
"So..., what are you saying, Ororo...?" asked Bishop.
"Yeah..., you can't have both of us...!" said T'Challa, wondering where he stood.
"Why not...? Afraid you're not MAN enough to equal up to me?" asked Bishop.
"Man enough...? Boy I would run circles around you any day!" challenged T'Challa.
"Name it, old man! Anytime, anywhere...!" said Bishop.
In answer, T'Challa grabbed Ororo by the back of the neck, and pulled her face into his, smothering her mouth with a deep soulful kiss. Storm was taken by surprise at the Prince of a Nation swabbed her mouth with his talented tongue. Storm found herself getting somewhat light headed from a lack of sufficient oxygen before T'Challa suddenly broke off, yanking his wet oral muscle from her mouth with a sloppy wet pop.
Bishop's pupiless eyes narrowed as he grabbed Storm by the back of the neck, then yanked her face into his as he too planted a heavy wet kiss directly on her stunned lips. He slipped his thick tongue into her mouth, grabbing her by her waist as he ground himself into her front, taking her breath away. Ororo felt faint after he finally released her, only to be gripped up by T'Challa again, whom pressed his front to hers as he planted another wet kiss on her lips.
Bishop moved in behind as he ground himself against Storm's butt. He suckled her long soft neck as she panted for breath between the two horned men. She could feel both of their hardons pressed into her as both men ground into her body from both ends.
While Bishop suckled one side of Storm's neck, Panther sucked the other side. Both men suctioned hard, causing deep purple/black passion marks on the sides of her neck. T'Challa was the first one to undo Storm's uniform, opening her top as he breast popped out in a white bra. He quickly covered them with his hands, pulling them free from their confides.
Storm gasped as T'Challa bent at the knee and sucked one of her tits into his mouth. With a strong jaw, T'Challa sucked with the suction of a hoover, causing Ororo's nipples to harden immediately.
Not to be undone, Bishop moved around and took her other breast into his mouth, matching T'Challa suck for suck. Both men feasted on Ororo's breasts, making the sensitive raisin sized nipples sore to the touch.
Moving down lower, Bishop pulled at Ororo's suit until he peeled her tight spandex pants off her legs, exposing her frilly lace white panties. He slowly pulled them down, watching as her trimmed white pubic hair came into view. As soon as he got her panties down around her ankles, he latched his mouth to her clit and began sucking like a fiend.
Storm gasped out loud as Bishop ate her from below. T'Challa eased her back on Evan's bed as Bishop continued to devour her, holding her by her thighs so she couldn't get away. T'Challa reached down and freed he huge hard erection from his black tights, and slapped it up against Storm's lips. Storm instantly opened her mouth and took the hooded African cock in. T'Challa moaned softly as Ororo began pleasing him, just like she did when they were teenagers.
Bishop looked up from Storm's mound to see T'Challa getting his big dick sucked, and refused to be outshined. He got up from eating Ororo's pussy and pulled his own erect curved 9 and 1/2 inch dick from his leather pants, and climbed up onto the bed on the other side of Storm. He slapped his hardon on the side of her face and along her bruised neck, pulling her mouth off T'Challa's cock as he stuffed her mouth with his own curved morsel.
Ororo felt Bishop's big dick part her lips as he shoved forth, making her suck him. He thrust himself in and out of her mouth a dozen times before T'Challa yanked Ororo's mouth off his cock and placed it once again on his. He leaned down over Storm's head and began face fucking her, shoving a good 7 inches well deep into her mouth with every stroke. Bishop watched with jealous envy as he pushed T'Challa aside, turned Storm's head in his direction, and repeated the Avenger's act by leaning forward and face fucking Ororo his 9 plus inches. Ororo tried her best to keep up with her demanding men as they took turns fucking her beautiful African face.
While Bishop was busy pounding Ororo's mouth, T'Challa reached down between her legs and began playing with her clitoris. He fingered the tiny man in the boat until Storm started to squirm underneath them. Reminiscent of their youthful days, T'Challa abandoned Storm's mouth and moved down onto the floor where he presented his hardon to her wet pussy. He slowly sank the head into her, making her part her legs wider to give him complete access into her steamy womb. She moaned around the mouthful of cock fucking her face as T'Challa sank all 10 thick rock solid wonderful inches into her.
Bishop couldn't help watching with envy as T'Challa's dark dick penetrated her cunt and sank in balls deep. T'Challa held her by her hips as he churned his meat around inside her corkscrewing her counterclockwise.
Storm could feel T'Challa's meaty manhood deep in her as he started to slide back and forth through her. She held her hips, keeping her captive as he slid all the way out to the head, then rammed back in to the balls. Storm groaned around Bishop's dick as the 17 year old kept his eyes on the action happening between Ororo's legs.
T'Challa saw how Bishop was looking at his cock slid in and out of his woman's juicy vagina, and grabbed Bishop by his dreadlocks and pulled his head down towards Storm's pussy.
"Eat your woman's cunt while I fuck her!" ordered the African prince as he rammed Storm harder.
Bishop felt his head being forced down as he began to lap at Storm's clit while T'Challa's big black dick slammed in and out of her. Bishop couldn't believe he was allowing T'Challa to take control like this, but he was so turned on seeing Storm penetrated by someone bigger than him, that he was practical putty in his hands.
Bishop made sure his flicking tongue stayed clear of the Black Panther's thrusting cock as he licked and lapped at Storm's clitoris. He had a close up view of T'Challa's cock sliding in and out of Storm's vagina, the ultra wet vaginal walls clinging to the Avenger's cock for dear life as it rammed in and out.
Storm continued sucking Bishop's dick, mostly licking and suckling the fat juicy head as she moaned with heightened lust. She had never been so hot for two men before in her life as she lay there getting fucked royally by the Prince of Wakanda, while sucking a time traveler from the future.
T'Challa's dick slipped from Storm's pussy as it slid up over her trimmed white haired mound and across Bishop's tongue. Bishop had flicked his tongue across the pussy wet surface twice before realizing he wasn't no longer licking Storm's clit. He backed off as T'Challa re-aimed his dick back into Storm's hot snatch, and resumed fucking. Believing the `slip' was accidental, Bishop went back to licking Storm's clit when T'Challa's dick once again slipped from her cunt and slid across his tongue. "Hey...!" responded Bishop, ready to say something to T'Challa, when the African suddenly grabbed him by the back of his dreadlocks and rammed his big cock head between Bishop's lips.
"uummmmhhhkkk!!!" choked Bishop at the unexpected, unprovoked oral attack. He felt T'Challa's strong hand gripping a fistful of his thick hair as he held his head still and fucked his teen mouth.
Storm was unaware of what was going on as she eagerly anticipated the return of T'Challa's cock. He suckled feverishly on Bishop's dick head, tasting the pre-juice seeping from his flaring tip as T'Challa rammed his own dick in and out of the black youth's mouth.
Bishop was shocked as the big dick penetrated his mouth, causing his thick rubbery lips to stretch around the massive glands as T'Challa rocked his hips back and forth. Bishop tried to pull back from the mouth fucking, but found T'Challa's grip too strong. He could feel the fat glands moving back and forth in his mouth, face fucking him as surely as it had been fucking his woman's vagina.
After a minute or so, T'Challa removed his dick from Bishop's mouth and rammed it back into Storm's cunt. Storm wailed in heated delight as the big cock refilled her empty space. She spread her legs wider, pointing her toes like a prima-ballerina as her cunt was fucked in full.
Bishop looked up to say something to T'Challa again, but felt the older man's hand push his head back down onto Storm's quivering clit. After just a few deep thrusts into her womanly place, T'Challa pulled out and rammed his cock back into Bishop's mouth. Bishop felt the cock penetrate his mustached lips as it rammed into the start of his throat. Bishop gagged as the cock head retreated just before making him puke. He couldn't understand why he hadn't bitten T'Challa's cock yet? As a straight man getting his mouth fucked unwillingly, he had every right to fight back, to wound the aggressor in anyway he saw fit. But he found himself allowing the Avenger to take advantage of him. T'Challa pulled out of Bishop's mouth, then got up off the knees on the floor. Bishop was perplexed by the older man's actions, and fully expected the Avenger to try to face fuck him standing up. But the Black Panther had other ideas as he pulled Bishop from his 69 position and pushed him in-between Storm's legs.
Bishop got the idea as he reached down and aimed his curved dick up to his girl's pussy and pushed in. Storm's eyes were closed as she accepted Bishop's cock, feeling it slip into her where T'Challa's cock had been. Bishop could feel how Storm's vagina walls were stretched from the Panther's thick cock. He said nothing as he leaned in over top of her and began fucking, sliding himself in and out of her over hot womanhood.
T'Challa stood back, watching Bishop's dark muscled ass as the firm cheeks flexed in and out with each thrust he made. T'Challa stroked his cock at the thought of fucking the younger boy. He spit into his hand, then smeared the thick slick saliva up Bishop's ass crack and fingered his tight gripping hole. "Hey...!" said Bishop, looking back over his shoulder as a thick finger penetrated his anus up to the third knuckle. Panther merely pushed Bishop down on top of Ororo as he continued to manhandle and manipulate the young man's backside. He wet his fingers again, then shoved two finger inside. Bishop grit his teeth as his cock stiffened inside Storm's furnace. He felt T'Challa's cock head kiss against his anus as the fingers exited, then felt the black Avenger push inside him.
"Shit...!" grunted Bishop, feeling his asshole stretch to accommodate Panther's cock.
He buried his own dick balls deep inside Storm, kissing her passionately as Panther slowly inched more and more of his thick 10 inch cock into his ass.
Bishop tried to displace the pain as his body tensed and his asshole locked down, involuntarily trying to keep out the invading phallus. But Pather's cock had won many battles, battering into some of the most reluctant holes as he pushed forth and buried more of his cock up the young black's bare bottom.
Bishop felt his own cock pulsate inside Storm's vagina as Panther pressed his knotted pubic hairs against his ass cheeks, signifying that he had managed to sheath his entire cock inside the squeezing hole. Bishop felt Panther begin to fuck him, sliding his enormous meat in and out of him. "What's wrong...?" asked Storm, looking up at the pained expression on the 17 year old's face. Bishop didn't answer her, indeed he felt if he tried it would merely come out as a girly wail. He planted his lips against the older X-Man's, slipping his tongue back into her mouth as she closed her eyes and began grounding herself against his embedded pelvis.
Panther held Bishop down with his hands pressed firmly in the time traveler's back. He pumped his hips back and forth, sliding his thick long cock through the convulsing rectum. He could tell that Bishop was a virgin by the tight choking vice grip of his strong fighting sphincter muscles. He knew the boy wasn't gay, but T'Challa had wanted to put him in his place, to show him who the real man was between them. Bishop's over demanding demeanor might frighten lesser men, but T'Challa was not easily swayed by the show of ferocious teeth with no real bite.
He fucked his dick through Bishop's no longer virgin rectum with a steady pace, forcing the sphincter muscles to relax and accept his presence. Bishop found himself starting to fuck into Storm, resuming his in and out motion as he pushed his ass back on the Avenger's dick.
Storm could feel her orgasm starting to hit as Bishop's fat 9 and 1/2 inch dick rammed in and out of her. She reached up and wrapped her hands around Bishop's neck as she rode his dick, allowing him to slam into her cervix with increasing vigor. The winds outside picked up as storm clouds moved in over the county, the sky turned black as night as huge balls of hail fell suddenly from the skies. People traveling outside found themselves suddenly in a flash storm as trees toppled over and the hail smashed through several car windshields.
"Ohhhh goooddddddeeessss...!!!" moaned Storm as her vagina clamped down on Bishop's plunging cock. Her eyes rolled over white as her mouth gaped open with desire and her entire body trembled with exquisite delight.
"Oh shit...!" cursed Bishop, feeling Storm's pussy tighten and clamp on his dick as T'Challa built up the pressure in his ass. The big dick banged repeatedly against his healthy prostate, causing his own dick to pulsate and throb in Storm's womb before shooting thick ropey gobs of hot scolding cum deep inside her.
Black Panther felt Bishop lose his load as his asshole spasm around the black Avenger's thrusting dick. He gripped Bishop by the shoulders as he hammered hard into his ass, slamming all 10 rock hard solid inches straight up into the 17 year old black man and came. "AAARRRHHHH...!!" yelled T'Challa, roaring like a loin as he flooded Bishop's bowels with his royal spool.
The three superheroes collapsed in Evan Daniels' bed, each panted with exhaustion from their own intense orgasm as the winds outside slowly died down to a whisper, leaving news forecasters understandably baffled.
"uh..., we're ready to start up the Sentinel if you three could tear yourselves away for one another...!" said Forge, peeking in on the three body masses entangled on Evan's small twin sized bed. As Forge's eyes lingered longingly one Storm's nakedness trapped between two dark skinned black males, they all began to snicker with unashamed embarrassment at the cardinal lust shared by them.
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The adult X-Men gather in the conference room to determine the best strategy in case Forge's plan works. They decide to bring in some of the older, more experienced students to help, not knowing how many Sentinels they might encounter. Cyclops, Colossus, Thunderbird, Karma, and Spirit were debriefed on the mission, and given strict instructions to stay close by an adult at all times.
From the X-Men's front yard, Forge [using a handmade remote] activated the fallen Sentinel from his underground workshop. Wolverine, Storm, Polaris, and Bishop all manned battle stances in case the Sentinel's first instinct was to attack. But instead of firing its advanced, unusual weapons system, it merely stood up, then immediately took off into the air with near sonic speed.
"Hurry up..., we have to keep up before we lose it on radar...!!" yelled Forge, running towards the X-Men's Blackbird which had been double parked on the Mansion's front lawn next to the Avenger's Quinn Jet.
As soon as Forge, Wolverine and Polaris entered the ship, Cyclops closed the hatch from the cockpit and began to lift off. "Wait..., Storm's not here...!" yelled Forge, hearing the hatch seal behind him as the Blackbird took to the air.
"Storm is riding in the Quinn Jet with King T'Challa...!" informed Polaris, having already worked out a flight plan without Forge's knowledge.
"And Bishop...?" asked Forge, memories of the three black heroes in bed together quickly flooding his mind.
"He went with them!" answered Polaris, taking her seat with the students as Forge looked out one of the Blackbird's windows to see the Avengers' Quinn Jet beginning to lift off behind them.
Just then, an urgent message came through from the Mansion.
"Message coming in..." informed Scott, behind the controls. "It's for YOU, Logan...!" he said, handing his headset to Wolverine.
Wolverine looked surprised, but took the call as he placed the headset up to his ear.
"Logan here...!" he said in his usual gruff voice.
{"Logan-san...!"} said a woman's voice, in Chinese dialect.
{"Yuriko..."} whispered Logan, recognizing the voice.
{"I NEED you, desperately my love...!"} said the woman, in panted breath. {"The evil one..., he is after me, again...!"}
"Sabretooth...?!" said Logan aloud, getting the X-Men's attentions. {"Were are you, Yuriko...??!"}
{"I am..., at the cabin where we used to live..."} said the woman, her voice trembling with fear.
{"Stay there..., I'll be there as soon as possible...!"} said Logan with determination.
{"Hurry, Logan..., it will not take long for him to track me...!"}
{"I'm on my way...!"} said Logan, cutting transmission. "I have to go...!" he said plainly, shocking everyone onboard.
"You have to what...??!" asked Forge, hearing things.
"I don't have time to explain..., I HAVE to git off...!" was all Logan said, opening the hatch door.
"Are you serious, man...?? We're on a mission...!" reminded Beast, sitting beside a shocked Scott Summers at the controls.
"I know..." said Wolverine, regrettably. "You kno I would'n be doin' this if it was'n important...!" he added, standing in the doorway as the air blew strongly through the cabin.
"We know, Logan..." said Polaris, touching his hand affectionately. "Good luck!"
"Thanks Lorna."
"You know we don't have time to stop, Logan..." warned Beast, as Logan took one last look at Scott.
"I know..." was all he said, before he leaped out the Blackbird's door.
"Logan...!!" yelled Scott, as the X-Man fell through the air from slightly over 5000 feet.
He watched as both the Blackbird and the Quinn Jet soared through the air, quickly vanishing out of sight. Logan tumbled to towards the ground at speeds beyond out fasted cars, the wind cutting through his skin as the ground sped rapidly closer. "This's gonna hurt..." was all he said before his body hit the ground!
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