Jean´s first Cum

That was probably the most insane afternoon of my life. Living in a million-dollar mansion, with more square footage than some small towns, underground high tech super-secret agent equipment, a jet and who knows what else... and guess what you don't find?! POPCORN! For over two hours I searched for marshmallows or Popcorn, probably the most famous munchies, and found nothing. Finally, I was about to give up, I got help from an unexpected source. A child of about 10 years, who had been watching me curiously, finally smiled at me and asked what I was looking for. When I explained it to her, she thought about it for a moment only to pick up an apple. I was about to explain the difference between popcorn and an apple when the apple started to change. Before my eyes the apple turned into a bag of popcorn which she handed to me in a good mood. I thanked her profusely and promised her that I would return the favor.

In the best of moods, I made my way to Scott and Jean's room around 7 o'clock and didn't have to wait long before she opened the door for me. She was wearing black jeans, a red blouse and looked stunning as always. She smiled happily at me and let me in. I immediately got her perfume in my nose and in the living room it was particularly comfortably furnished. Even though it was still pleasantly warm, she had put some blankets on the couch. On the table were already a bottle of wine, 2 glasses and all sorts of tasty looking nibbles. From the kitchen I could already perceive the smell, without knowing exactly what she was cooking.

"Sooooo. What are we watching? Action, comedy... or something else?" she asked as she plopped down on the sofa. I took a seat next to her and shrugged.

"No idea? What do you like?"

"Well, I'd be after something... normal. So not something where there's always something exploding or superheroes!"

"So not a Batman movie?" I grinned, amused, and she laughed.

"Well... so I personally have nothing against Henry Cavill as Superman at this point!"

We both laughed and good humored and after some back and forth we both agreed on a classic of American film history. We watched Nightmare on Elm Street. After so many years, the movie was no longer a great horror film, but it still had its moments. However, Jean was constantly making fun of anything in the movie, which led to us laughing more at the costumes, the acting, or something else. The whole scary part of the movie became more and more ridiculous and as soon as it was finished, she got up and went to the kitchen. Shortly after she came back with a bowl full of spaghetti and tomato sauce and looked while she was filling the plates, I poured her some wine.

"I hope you like red wine?" she finally asked me as I poured it for myself.

"I've never been the wine drinker, so I have no idea if I like it. But it definitely goes with the evening!" I nodded and after we both took a sip, my opinion changed. "Okay. From now on, I'm a wine drinker! It tastes really good!"

Satisfied, she smiled and while we watched another movie that was similarly stupid and called Braindead, we ate our spaghetti in peace and drank some more wine. It was pretty sweet, but Jean grinned at me after the 2nd glass.

"But don't drink too much! Don't get drunk and do naughty things!"

"Oh? Me? I would never do that!" I grinned back just as broadly and we both just looked at each other for a long time before she took her gaze away first and

"What...are we going to watch now?" she asked me and I grinned and shrugged. "How about... something I'll definitely get upset by?" As I looked questioningly, she picked out the movie Watchmen from the media library and activated it. Until now, I had only heard of this movie, but had never seen it. It was about a rather strange group of superheroes, or rather, a group of people who had partial superpowers and yet weren't really what you might expect. I could understand why Jean personally didn't like this movie very much. I must confess that I didn't even like the choice of actors. What passed for a sex bomb in tight latex dress in this movie was a ridiculous copy of the women I had seen here so far. Even the most unassuming mutant here at the school was 100 times more erotic than this woman. During the movie, Jean was also eager to tell me how pointless this movie was. What seemed to upset her the most was the fact that the producer had mentioned that he imagined the life of superheroes. I could understand after a short time why Jean didn't like this movie. It was full of clichés and prejudices. Even the sex scene seemed so off-putting that we both had a good laugh about it, joking about the woman's latex outfit.

"At least they could have called that guy Wolverine right off the bat!" she laughed at Rorschach, and I held a bag of chips in front of her, which she helped herself to.

"Maybe they didn't have rights to the name?" I replied dryly and we both laughed out loud. Then she pulled my arm up and put it around her shoulder. A moment later she was lying with her head on my shoulder. I didn't think twice and put my arm around her, which she allowed and even snuggled a little closer to me. If I wasn't aware of how crazy the situation was, I could have sworn I was part of a love story. Here I sat with my dream girl in my arms and watched trashy movies. Although it was just getting dark and still quite warm, I watched as she took the blanket and pulled it over us until only our heads looked out. When she noticed my questioning look, she just grinned widely.

"I'm a woman! We're always cold!" she laughed at me and wrapped her arms around me under the blanket. Shortly after, I felt her hand on mine and she looked up at me. "See? Ice cold!"

I grinned down at her and laughed in amusement. "Maybe I'll have to make sure you get warm then!"

"Warm or hot?" she grinned back cheekily and positioned herself a little differently against me so that I could now place one hand exactly on her left breast. I stroked briefly over her top and felt how she held her breath before I let my hand slowly wander under the fabric. Her warm, soft skin felt incredibly good and I could feel how quickly she responded. "I... guess... hot?" she breathed excitedly, just letting it happen.

"I'm just enjoying the moment!" I replied and she closed her eyes.

"You don't think I'm a boring cow, do you?"

"What makes you think that now?" I asked, amazed.

"Because of what Emma said. That I'm ... prude and boring..." she said uncertainly and then I felt her icy, why do women always have such cold hands, move under my T-shirt and caress my chest.

"I think you're a lot of things, but you're definitely not boring!" I said and continued to massage her chest which seemed to please her.

"I know that maybe I'm not such an ... active woman like Emma... but well... I've always been happy so far... you know?"

"Of course, you do. However, I notice that you say so far... has anything changed?" I asked her and she pressed against me a little more intimately.

"I... don’t know. I'm just saying... so... so... you and I are good friends after all... and you know things that even Scott doesn't know. I'm just a little confused right now and that's why I'm thankful you're here with me." She said and I could feel her hand move down my chest and stop just above my belt.

"Jean... If you're not careful then you might feel much more clearly how boring I find you than Scott would like!" I said with a grin and she winked at me.

"Really? Now you're making me curious. How boring do you think I am?" she said, running the tip of her index finger over my pants. "Oh... It seems I can't quite put my finger on how boring I am there yet." With those words, she let her hand move further down until it was completely on my pants. Despite the thick jeans, I could feel her following the contours of my best piece. If he had not become hard just by her snuggling, at the latest now I would have had no control. She snuggled almost innocently against me while her hand wandered slowly and groping over my bulge. "It seems I'm not as boring as Emma thinks I am, huh?" she grinned and I just cleared my throat.

"Well, I'd never be crazy enough to call you boring!"

"I'd like to advise you the same.... Oh..." she suddenly interrupted her sentence and looked at me in amazement. I felt her hand close around my cock and she must have been surprised by the size.

"You seem surprised?" I laughed involuntarily and grinned as she blushed.

"I... have been close before, but.... That.... Is... impressive..." she said and I probably grinned even wider at the words.

"I'm glad you like it... but if you keep going there, it could get pretty hard for me."

Instead of her feeling incited by these words, a pillow flew at my head from another direction, which she must have thrown using her powers.

"So, your sayings are almost worse than the whole movie! Are you running out of blood?" she laughed cheekily and then started again.

"Maybe you're in the wrong place and you should rather strive for a career in Hollywood?" she suddenly grinned and continued to run her hand along my leg. I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin at that moment. While I felt her beautiful body against me, my arm around her, and we were both under the covers, I could hardly concentrate on anything but Jean. My hand was already almost resting on her breast and slowly I now let my hand wander all over her flawless bosom. Even though I had given her the suggestive command that this was okay, I could still clearly feel how she turned her body so that I could explore her body more easily and better. She put her head on my chest and literally offered me her breasts, which I didn't say no to. While her hand drove over my thigh, I let my fingers slowly wander up again, only to then gently push my fingers under her tank top. Again, I felt no resistance whatsoever.

Her hand, on the other side, slowly wandered up my thigh again, slowly and tentatively her fingers wandered back to the bulge, which in the meantime was just a pressure for me. That I could now feel her fingers through the fabric of the jeans made it actually only worse.

"Dean..." I heard her suddenly whisper my name softly before she briefly freed herself from the blanket and my arm. She looked at me for a long time before putting her hands on her shoulders and slowly pulling the straps of the tank top to the side. Then she freed her arms from the straps and slowly pulled the top down. In the process, she looked at me seductively and visibly enjoyed how demanding I watched her do it. Slowly the black bra came to the surface which made her indescribably beautiful breasts appear even more desirable. She seemed insecure only for a moment, but when she saw how my eyes hung on her breasts, she smiled happily and reached for her back. It took only a moment before the bra also sank to the floor, exposing her breasts. I felt myself swallow hard at the sight and felt her hand slide gently over my cheek. Then she took the blanket in her hand again and lay against me. Before I could do anything at all she took my hand and pressed it on her left breast. I immediately started massaging her breast which made her breathe faster. Her nipple quickly hardened and as I began to concentrate on it, she sighed in pleasure. She pushed her back through and finally she couldn't control herself anymore and let out an excited moan. At the same time, she looked up at me and slowly slid a hand between her t-shirt and pants.

I shuddered as I felt her fingers on the tip of my cock, which seemed to please her, because she pulled her hand back briefly, opened my pants all the way, and then slid her whole hand inside my shorts. Her hand enclosed my cock and as she did so she looked at me in surprise. Although it was more like desire and greed.

"Unbelievable..." she just breathed demandingly as she explored every inch of my cock with her hand before she clasped it tightly and started jerking it off slowly for me.

"That... feels good!" I gasped, earning one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen.

"Then... .... You'll like this one too." She said uncertainly and slid down from the couch, pulling the blanket aside. Just seeing this woman get down on her knees in front of me triggered a feeling like I was about to burst. "But this has to be our secret!" she smiled, looking up at me while grabbing my cock with both hands and pulling it towards her. "Promise me?"

"Of course!" I moaned and was rewarded at the same moment by a barely perceptible kiss on my glans. It was more the knowledge that she had touched my cock with her lips than actually feeling the kiss that just drove me crazy. When she noticed my shuddering, she held my cock very gently in one hand and ran the tip of her tongue up from the shaft to the tip, giving my best piece another kiss before asking.

"Do you like our little secret?" she asked seductively, covering my cock with a few gentle kisses.

"If you keep this up..." I moaned, but was interrupted by her as she cut me off.

"I haven't even started yet!" she breathed and bent over until my cock was between her tits. Then she squeezed her breasts together and slowly started to move up and down. She looked at me closely and smiled in this incredible way that blew my mind. In my head everything just turned and my imagination just rolled over. I could no longer think clearly and felt how the pressure in my loins kept building up until the moment where I just couldn't take it anymore.

Unable to control myself for even a second longer, my fingers clawed at the couch as my orgasm erupted. Jean was completely surprised by this and stared with a frightened and fascinated look at my twitching cock. Her mouth half open, her pupils dilated as a thick gush of cum hit her full on. In her shock, she started to swallow and just stared up at me. It was such a kinky, arousing image what I saw there that I would have loved to fuck her here and now. The orgasm had been so intense that some of me cum was on her tits, some on her face, and some had hit her mouth, giving her sinful lips a white, sticky sheen.

But before I could say anything, I saw her eyes widen and she ran her hands through her face looking at the cum, completely panicked.

"What... what have I done!" she suddenly stammered, and as I reached out for her, I was thrown across the room. As I struggled to get back up, she stood in front of me with the blanket wrapped around her body, looking at me worriedly. "Dean...I think you should leave now...I... I think this has gone too far..."

Slowly I straightened up and saw the struggle in her eyes more than clear. She wanted more, much more. But it wasn't just the sex or my cock she wanted. She was attracted to me; I was absolutely sure of it. But in the same breath you could also see the woman who had never cheated on her husband like that or probably ever had sperm in her mouth. And this realization brought me now in turn in a heavy dichotomy.

A single, well-considered request would enable me at this moment to fuck her brains out and to settle her fight in my favor. On the other hand, it was wrong. If I were to influence her at this Crossroad now, then I could never be sure if she really loved me or not. I clenched my fist and then smiled as I pulled up my pants and looked at her.

"I... I’m sorry Jean. I just couldn't control myself anymore!"

She smiled at me and hesitantly put her hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. "Even though that was wrong and it better never happen again..." she said her eyes down me and looked at my cock as I tried to push it into my pants. "I'm glad you don't find me boring! Let me help you!" she then said and knelt in front of me.

She pushed my hands to the side and smiled as she saw my cock throb gently at this gesture. Then she took it in her hand and ran it along as if she were jerking it. As she did so, she collected the last drops of cum on the glans and then looked up at me before licking away every last bit of it with the tip of her tongue and finally giving me a kiss on the glans. "You deserve a goodnight kiss!"

"our little secret!" I breathed while she gave me the kiss and my cock were so sensitive that I almost came again. But to my regret, she then pulled up my pants and looked at me almost pleadingly. Knowing that she could not resist much longer.

Satisfied with the evening, and admittedly also quite exhausted, I then went to the door and when she wanted to say goodbye to me there, she pulled my head to her and gave me a passionate, wild kiss before she literally slammed the door in my face.

As soon as I was alone, I started to grin broadly. "I hope Scott and the others need a little more time for their mission."