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Jamie knew he couldn't waste an opportunity like this with just some simple breast play. Hotties like these don't just casually serve themselves up on a silver platter for him! Having made up his mind, Jamie picked up the Mystique statue, went on to fully strip her nude, and then laid her down on a nearby desk. He knelt down between her legs, trying to pry her pussy lips to the side to get a better look at her entrance. Yet no matter how he tried to, they refused to budge. Right. Idiot.

"Resume lower body."

And just like that, as his mouth closed, Mystique's legs came falling down, once more following the rules of gravity. Her privates also turned back to normal, now letting Jamie easily access her vulva. He slowly inserted his finger, feeling as they clutched around him tightly, as if they were trying to break them off. "Wow, you're like a damn ocean down there! Do you get off on being dominated by a man you were so easily pushing around before?"

Deciding he was done playing around, Jamie undid his pants, letting them fall down to reveal his already rock hard cock standing at attention. He spread Mystique's legs, positing himself right in between them. "Alright Mystique. I can tell from our short interaction that you're probably a really proud woman. Not the type to just give it up to some guy you don't even know. So, if you have any objections, please speak now." Jamie mockingly turned his ear to listen, but the lifeless figure offered no resistance. "Really? None? Didn't peg you for that kind of girl. Oh well! If you insist."

With no objections to his actions, Jamie dove forward, burying himself to the hilt on the first stroke. Mystique's pussy responded accordingly, wrapping around the intruding member like a vice grip. "Ohh! S-Shit!" It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was incredible. Even the literal virgins he had taken with the help of his abilities didn't compare to the shapeshifter's tightness. "F-Fuck... this... it's..." Jamie was at a loss for words. Mystique's insides were so tight it was a genuine struggle for him to pull back out. Once he managed to finally pull himself out like king Artuhur pulling out the sword in the stone, he immediately dove back in. The initial shock had subsided, leaving behind only a frenzied lust. Jamie's hips snapped wildly, his mind a complete haze.

"Holy crap! This is the best pussy I've ever had in my life! There's no way I can go back to plain old boring school girls now. I need more of this!"

He continued to slam away with wild abandon, chasing his release. In no time at all, he already felt his orgasm building up.

"S-Shit! Not already. I wanna keep going. Keep enjoying her. B-But at this rate, I'll-" Before Jamie could even finish his sentence, the damn broke, torrents of his semen flowing directly into Mystique's womb with little resistance. "COMING!!!" After he finished releasing everything inside her, Jamie fell back onto the floor, panting heavily. He stood up on shaky legs, watching his cum slowly begin to drip out of Mystique's cunt. "That felt so good. Well, fun's over. Guess it's time to anonymously drop you by the police station." He went to pick her up, but then stopped himself. He looked down at her pussy once more, remembering how she had felt around him just moments prior. "Y-Yup. J-just gotta... turn... you... in... Altough," he began spreading her legs open again. "You did strangle and try to kidnap me. I feel because of that, I'm owed at least one more round." Before he could get the chance to talk himself out of it, Jamie dove back in, using Mystique like his own personal toy once more.

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For hours Jamie continued on, swearing to himself that this was the last time. Just one more orgasm and then he'd turn her in. Yet each time he came, he came up with a new reason to keep going. A new excuse as to why he deserved just one more round. Before he knew it, the sun had gone down and it was nighttime. The classroom smelled like musk and sex as all that could be heard echoing faintly out into the halls were the sounds of skin meeting skin at a rapid pace. With a final meaty smack, Jamie buried himself deep inside the mutant terrorist and released himself for the final time (for real this time). He physically couldn't keep going, having pushed his poor, spent cock way past it's natural limits. He was dripping head to toe with sweat. But thanks to his powers, Mystique's lower half was the only part of her wet. Her upper half, outside of his sweat that had dropped onto her, was dry as a bone. Despite his exhaustion, Jamie felt great. This had easily been the best lay of his life. He wondered if all mature women felt like this. Or maybe something about Mystique's shapeshifting abilities lent themselves to her feel. But as he sat basking in his euphoria, a sudden noise dragged him back to reality.

"Mmph.. Hmph?"

Mrs. Wood (the real Mrs. Wood) was beginning to stir, squirming in her restraints. Jamie froze, unsure of what to do. Panic began to set in as he looked out the window and realised just how long he had been going for. Shit! His mom was totally gonna kill him! Without even thinking, running purely on adrenaline, he quickly untied Mrs. Wood, threw on his clothes, picked up the still frozen Mystique and bolted out the school. The darkness of night served as an excellent cover as he ran through the streets, praying nobody saw him like this. Even if he could convince them of Mystique being a super villain, he strongly doubted people would just move past the fact her nether areas were overflowing with his cum.

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Finally making it home, he ran so fast up the stairs he was almost just a blur and immediately locked himself in his room. Hyperventalating, his actions had only just started to finally catch up with him. THE HELL WAS HE GOING TO DO NOW!? Just keep her here? That wouldn't work. His powers were gonna wear off eventually. Even if he pushed well past his limits and risked popping a blood vessel, he could still only he could keep her like this for two days at most. Just as the stress kept building up, a sudden knocking came to make it worse. "James Anthony Brooks, you have a minute to open this door before I break it down and drag you out here." Thinking quickly, Jamie crammed Mystique into his closet before opening the door, trying to act as calm as he could even as his mother stared him down with a glare that could kill.

"H-Hey mom. W-What's up?" He asked, his voice still shaky from all the nerves despite his best efforts.

"Don't you 'hi mom' me young man!" she hissed, jamming a finger into his chest "Just where have you been all day! I have been worried sick. I almost reported you missing to the police!" as she was ranting, Mrs. Brooks noticed just how sweaty and nervous looking her son appeared. "And why are you sweating so profusely? Are you hiding something from me?" she tried to peer into the room, only for Jamie to quickly block her with his body.

"N-No! Of course not! I'm just... sweaty from running all the way home. That's all. I got in trouble at school today so I had to stay behind. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but it slipped my mind." Jamie could hear his heart beating in his ears as he prayed desperately that his mom would believe him.

Jamie's mother was quiet for a few long, agonising seconds before finally letting out a disappointed sigh, her fingers pinching her nose bridge. "Alright, I suppose that makes sense. But you should have called and told me. You scared me half to ****."

"I understand. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again."

"It better not. Or I promise I'm installing a tracker on you." With that half joking, half serious threat, Jamie's mother finally left, finally allowing the poor boy to breathe.

After making sure his mother was truly gone, Jamie allowed himself to sink to the floor, letting out a huge breath he didn't even know he had been keeping in. Standing up, he went over to the closet, opening it up and letting Mystique unceremoniously tumble out. He stared at her still body below him, wondering just what the hell to do with her now?