Getting to Know the Institute

Our tour guide was Ororo Munroe, who introduced herself as being the X-Man known as Storm. She was able to pick almost every student out of the crowd by our last names, showing true dedication in her work. I knew I was going to like her. Deep down I held a little glimmer of hope that she would't be tarnished by my mutation, but if the incident on the bus was any indication it was very misplaced. Storm gave us a quick tour of the school showing us where we needed to be and so forth. At the end of the tour she told us that she would try to meet with each and every one of us to quell any personal questions.

"Just great, another opportunity to get laid on my first day" I grumbled under my breath.

The tour ended, and on that note I made a beeline straight for my dorm room. Most people watching me run down the hall would think that he's hoping to get top bunk or take over the good side of the room, but they were wrong. I just wanted to hide away from the other students. I couldn't even get through the bus ride to here without a slip up. I couldn't let this line of thinking get me down though, so when I reached my dorm's door I didn't hesitate and marched in. There was no one inside. A sigh of relief came over me and I took a few steps toward the closet bed falling head first when I was close enough to do so. Then a knock came from the door, it had to be Storm.

I jumped to my feet and turned the handle to let her in. Storm waltzed right into the room with an air of confidence that was both figurative and literal. The air around her seemed to be more clear, but then I remembered her mutation of weather manipulation. She introduced herself again while surveying the room. I assumed this was a way to gather some insight into the students she had been meeting. She continued with a few questions and policies in detail for about another five minutes. My reaction was to simply just keep nodding and make sure every part of my body stayed to myself. But fate had another plan for me, because as soon as she was finished and leaving, she held out her hand. I froze in that instant, sweat forming on my brow as I stared at her outstretched hand. She clearly didn't take no for an answer and closed the distance, grasping my hand. Storm had clearly lost her patience and with another fifty or so students to greet, she wanted to get this done quickly. But she never got to anyone one of them after me.

Time passed as I had Storm on my bed nude, suckling her lovely breasts. She moaned and moaned, pleading for more and it to be harder. I knew she had to neglect some information on the students in order to learn all of our names, how could she forget to read up on our mutations? I didn't even stop myself after she took off all her clothes, my manhood spoke for me this time. An African goddess was way to good to pass up and my body agreed with me. So much for not letting my powers control me. But those same powers were allowing Storm to experience mind blowing sex, so could they really be that bad? I pushed all my other thoughts out of my head and realized how beautiful the woman laying below me was and went down hard on her for several more minutes until she climaxed.

"By the gods, come inside me!" Storm cried in lust.

"I coming baby, I coming" I told her.

In and out, pumping her in and out. Storm's face was in complete and utter sexual anguish. I was almost to the finish line until she used her powers and blew some wind towards her, sending right up to her face. She took both of her hands and brought my lips to hers. I returned the kiss and also moved my hands back down her body to knead her wonderful breasts. I slowly squeezed them, giving her a moment to break the kiss and moan into slightly into my mouth. Then I moved from squeezing to teasing her nipples.

"You monster!" she breathed. "Please don't stop! Oh god! Oh god! Ah!"

Storm had already orgasmed before I started to play with her boobs, so when she reaching the tipping point of her moaning I pulled back. Our sweaty bodies just pressed together on the small bed of my dorm. She pulled my head into her bosom, allowing my to plant passionate kisses onto her bare breasts. Further tenderizing our previous acts. While I was doing that, Storm started to slowly grind me. She was nearing the last of her energy and still wanted to do so much more. I couldn't in good conscious let this go on and she pass out from exhaustion. I used my hands and pushed her thighs back onto the bed, she didn't like that.

"Please don't stop" she pleaded.

My hands picked her head up to my face and with one last kiss she succumbed to her exhaustion. I left my room knowing she would eventually waken and dress herself quickly to keep up appearances. Let's hope the embarrassment of sleeping with a student didn't show when she went for the rest of her interviews. Or the smell of sex for that matter. Then I remembered that she could spruce herself up with those weather abilities, so no one could ever tell when she was exerted herself.