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Jean Grey was eating lunch in the restaurant. It’s been hot summer, some of the Xavier students left the school and enjoyed their free time at the sea, but Jean decided that she will stay home. Cyclops wanted to stay with her, but she need to have week just for herself, so she convinced him to go with them and take care for the youngest ones. Everyone needs a break, yes, and she wanted to be all by herself for few days. She loved her friends, but sometimes she was getting tired of them. Too many people around can be noisy and bothersome. And when you’re a telepath, it can be even worse.

Dressed in short, one piece red dress and high heels, Jean was enjoying the tasty meal, wondering what to do next. There was very nice weather, warm, but not very hot, so she decided to take a walk in the park. Jean knew that guys always looked for her. She was very attractive woman, of course and she enjoyed the attention of the men. She loved Cyclops, so she never tried to act this way when he was around. Scott could be very jealous, especially when Gambit was around her. But there was neither Cyclops nor Gambit, so she could do what she wanted.

Suddenly, to her own big surprise, she found her own hand between her legs, rubbing her womanhood through the material of her white panties. She withdrawn it quickly, hoping none noticed her action. How could this happen? She blushed and returned to her meal. Minutes later, she found her hand doing the same thing again. Her crimson polished fingers were making circles on the wet material of her underwear. Jean couldn’t believe it. It’s been three days without Cyclops and she was that horny? Impossible. Jean begun to eat faster, hoping to finish her lunch and left the restaurant before someone will notice her disturbing actions.

She almost choked with the piece of meat, she the soft moan left her lips. People sitting next to her looked at the gorgeous redhead whose hand was between her legs. Jean was getting nervous. How couldn’t she control her own body? Blushing with embarrassment, Jean called for bill, feeling moistness between her legs. But when the girl with bill approached her, he hand was again down, this time her finger was pushing itself into her juices stained panties. Waitress looked at Jean with visible disrespect. Red haired mutant paid the bill and decided to go the toilet first.

She didn’t know why she opened male’s door and walked inside. There was one guy, standing next to the urinal. He just put his cock out of his trousers and was about to piss, when Jean approached him. She licked her big lips and put her palm on his penis, making it hard with quick moves. Guy gasped with surprise, seeing such beauty taking care of his dick. He was ordinary man, nothing special and Jean looked like a Miss Universe.

“Hold yourself for a while”, she whispered and knelt on the cold floor. Her red, full lips closed on his dick, swallowing if softly. Her warm tongue was dancing around, bathing the cock in her saliva. Jean’s palm went inside guy’s trousers and made them fall down. She caressed his hair balls, while she was sucking his dick with a visible lust. Man couldn’t believe his own luck; he put his hand on her hand, caressing her beautiful, red hair. He could see her big, firm breasts. Jean was really a pretty woman.

Doors to the toilet went open and another man walked inside. He was shocked at first, seeing beautiful woman on her knees, giving head to the guy next to the urinal, but Jean smiled to him and waved with her palm, calling him to her. That was an offer than no man can resist. He approached her and soon she giving him a handjob, while her mouth was stuffed with another cock. Moaning softly, Jean was doing her best, so very quickly man inside her mouth came. She managed to swallow everything, but in the same time, second man shot his cum, straight on her face. Globs of sperm were running down her cheeks and lips. Both guys left very quickly.

Jean was shocked. She couldn’t believe what just happened. She gave blowjob and handjob to the unknown men. That was impossible. But when she wiped her face with her palm, she found the trails of thick, white liquid. So it wasn’t illusion or anything like this. She rose on her legs and quickly left the toilet, moving to the females. She breathed with relief when none noticed her leaving males. Jean moved to the mirror and started to clean her face. She just finished, when the doors open and two young girls walked inside. They looked like a punk or emo, had black leather dresses and boots, black make ups, hair in same color, black and white stocking and small chains attached to their clothes.

One of the girls went inside the cabin, while the second washed her palms. Jean approached her and whispered to her ear:

“Wanna me to lick your pussy clean, honey?”

“Hey, what…” girl turned, to see beautiful redhead licking her lips in the seductive way. Girl wasn’t lesbian, but there was something in Jean’s beauty that made her unable to resist. They entered second cabin and soon Jean was on her knees again, licking moist pussy of the girl that was sitting on the toilet. Girl spread her legs wide; her white panties were wrapped around her ankle. Jean was performing perfect cunnielingus. She never did this before in her live, but she had no problems with making girls climax in the very short time.

“Wow, that was cool…” girl said, wiping her pussy, “I never thought that it could be…” she paused, because she noticed that she was alone.

Jean was outside, running to her home as fast as she could. She couldn’t guess what made her doing these things… Hoping to reach home faster, she took a taxi. Sitting on the backseat, gorgeous redhead was wondering, what happened to her? It couldn’t be simple sexual frustration, just like she thought at the begging. Mutant woman was powerful telepath; she tried to read her own thoughts, trying to understand what pushed her to such disgusting actions. Suddenly, she told driver to stop. She paid him and left the taxi, coming straight to the tattoo saloon.

When she left the saloon three hours ago, she regained her senses, but it was too late. Her nipples were pierced and both rings inside them were linked with golden chain. There was small, silver ball attached to her tongue. Two rings were in her pussy lips. She also had ring in her navel. There was big tattoo with the rose painted on her hip. “Cum here” was written above her pussy, and “spank” “me” words were on her ass cheeks. “I cocks” with heart between the words was on her right arm. She couldn’t see it, since she was dressed up, but she knew so well, because it was her who chose and pay for these things.

“Noooo!!!!” she cried out loud, standing in the middle of the street. People were looking at her, wondering why that woman was crying. Jean wanted this to be just a bad dream. But it wasn’t. Her body was modified in the humiliating way. How could this happen? Jean leaned against the wall, sobbing.

“Don’t you like it, Jeannie?” she heard familiar voice. Turing back, she saw silver haired woman, dressed in elegant, white dress standing next to her.

“Emma?” she cursed herself for being that stupid. Of course, there was only one person on earth who could control her thoughts. It was Emma Frost.

“I noticed that you let Scotty go alone…” Emma smiled with the wicked smile, “So I thought you’d have some fun, so here, have this”, she handled Jean airplane ticket.

“I can’t…” Jean tried to resist, but she was still under shock, so it was child’s play for Emma to control her. She waved her hand, calling for taxi.

“Better hurry, your plane leaves soon. Have fun!” Emma’s laughter was chasing her. Very soon Jean found herself in the airplane, totally unaware where she is flying.

Fat, Ukrainian sailor left the room in the small club placed in the port city Odessa. He just finished screwing gorgeous redhead woman, who was working there as the prostitute since three months. Jean rose from the bed, ready to clean herself and apply the make-up. It was Saturday, so she had to prepare herself for Saturday Night Special, as it was called the show with her and three Rottweilers as the main stars.