JEAN GREY: BECOMING THE BLACK QUEEN

Donning the Black

by PJ

The strong wind blowing in from the bay tugged sharply on Jean Grey's long, scarlet tresses. Jean clutched the packages she carried stacked in her slender arms. A storm was coming off the sea, the air was already crisp and wet, with the slight scent of ozone that heralded imminent rain.

Jean walked a little faster, her long legs propelling her along the narrow sidewalk. She turned a corner and crashed into another pedestrian, packages spilled onto the concrete, Jean bit back a sharp word and knelt down to gather her lost purchases.

"Allow me to help you, Miss," offered a cultured, masculine voice with a slight Southern drawl.

"That's alright," replied Jean with a shake of her head, until she got a good look at the man attempting to aid her.

The man took Jean's breath away. He had thick, dark brown curls, with a matching beard and well-trimmed whiskers. The man was dressed well, in a wine-colored suit that complimented his slim physique. The stranger wore a heavy, frock coat to ward off the bay chill. Jean was so intent on examining and admiring the strange man that she completely forgot her packages until the man held them neatly piled before her, waiting for her to accept them.

"I deeply apologize, Miss," smiled the stranger warmly.

"Uh, that's alright," Jean stammered, distractedly taking her things from the man, her wide, green eyes never leaving his handsome face.

The stranger took Jean's slim arms and helped her stand up. Jean's body tingled from the man's firm grasp, her breath caught in her lungs. Nodding in farewell, the man touched his right temple with a fingertip and began to walk past Jean. Jean's heart pounded in her chest, she spun to watch the stranger depart, her thoughts tangled as she searched for something to say.

"Thank you!" called Jean.

The stranger stopped and turned slightly to look at Jean. "You are welcome. My name is Jason Wyngarde, always at your service."

"Um, would you like to have some coffee with me? It looks like it might rain soon," blushed Jean.

A few fat drops of rain slapped into the sidewalk between Jean and Jason. Jason glanced up at the gray, rain-swollen clouds, then smiled at Jean again, which made her heart beat even faster.

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"I thought you were an American, North-East, right?" guessed Jason before he sipped from his steaming cup of black coffee.

"Yes," nodded Jean with a grin. "You're from the South?"

"Good guess. I was raised in South Carolina, my family owns an old plantation that goes back to before the Civil War."

"You're a long way from home."

"So are you, Miss Grey," smiled Jason. "Are you vacationing as well?"

"A working vacation," replied Jean, sampling her own sweetened coffee as she recalled the tests she had endured over the past weeks, tests that gauged her power, and revealed that she was one of the most powerful mutants on the planet.

"Ah, and today you took a break to do some shopping," concluded Jason, his brown eyes flicking to Jean's packages that sat on a chair between them.

"Yes, I spent a little too much," smiled Jean ruefully.

The rain had slowly eased off as Jean and Jason chatted about their lives and interests. During a break in the conversation, Jean looked over Jason's strong right shoulder and frowned when she saw bright sunlight breaking through the sailing gray clouds. Jason followed Jean's gaze.

"Ah, the rain's stopped. I should let you go now."

"I suppose so," sighed Jean regretfully. "Thank you for waiting out the storm with me."

"I enjoyed talking with you, Miss Grey," smiled Jason, slipping into his frock coat. "Perhaps we will see each other again, I won't be leaving Scotland for several days."

"I'd like that," grinned Jean. She allowed Jason to kiss her right hand, when his lips brushed across her knuckles, Jean's cheeks burned crimson, her breasts rose and fell a little faster.

"Good-bye," bade Jason, exiting out the door of the small coffee house.

Jean collected her packages and walked back out onto the wet sidewalk. She walked slowly, savoring every memory of her time with Jason Wyngarde, her lips curving into a smile as she recalled every handsome feature, every warm smile he had given her. Jean's heart quickened at the recollection of the few times their fingers had touched upon the table of the coffee house, how supple his fingers had been when they idly stroked her own.

Blushing uncontrollably, Jean walked past the display window of a lingerie shop. A featureless mannequin posed in a white lace teddy and silk hose with matching panties and slender, lace garters. Jean stared at the mannequin for several moments, the clothing tugged at her memory, it seemed so familiar, yet foggy, at the edge of conscious recollection. Jean went into the lingerie store, a young, pretty Scottish girl smiled and offered to help Jean look for whatever she needed.

Jean left her packages at the counter so she could browse around the shop. She fingered through teddies, camisoles, and various styles of bras and panties. Jean froze when she reached the corsets and bustiers. Jean squeezed her green eyes shut, her forehead furrowed, images flashed in her mind, a woman with her red hair in a tight bun above her head, dressed all in black leather, her expression ecstatic as she whipped a cringing black slave, drawing blood from the howling man's scarred back. The scene changed, the woman was slapping a house slave for some trivial offense, her green eyes were aflame with anger, her red lips were curled into a snarl. The woman wore a tight black corset with matching panties, knee-high black boots, and a leather collar fastened snugly around her slim, white throat. Jean could feel the woman's black-gloved palm strike the slave girl across the face, she could feel the cruel woman's pleasure at inflicting pain upon a weak, helpless creature. Jean fingered one of the black corsets, her skin tingled as she stroked the material, more images of the cruel woman filled her mind, of riding powerful black chargers across open fields, red hair flying behind her, men gazing lustfully at her, gentlemen of high blood, their eyes raking across her body, hungering for her. The last image was of a candle-lit bed chamber, with a large, canopied bed. Jean was the corseted woman, untying the tight garment, letting it fall to her feet so her husband could take pleasure from her naked body, her bare, trembling breasts. 

"My Jason," purred the woman, climbing onto the bed, stroking the bare chest of her husband with sharp, blood-red nails.

"My wife," smiled Jason, cupping Jean's right breast, his fingers gentle as he milked her tit, rubbed his thumb over her stiff, brown nipple.

The woman stretched out over Jason's body, buried her hands within his dark curls as she kissed him passionately, wildly. Jean's skin was hot when she took one of the black velvet corsets from the rack. She walked quickly into one of the dressing rooms, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.

When she stood naked in the dressing room, Jean slipped her long, ivory legs into the black panties that came with the corset. The panties were very snug, when Jean looked into the full-length mirror hanging from the closed stall door, she could easily see the shape of her pussy pressing against the thin, black silk. Jean snatched the velvet corset and wrapped it around her stomach, she cinched the garment tight, until it felt like a second skin against her body. Jean adjusted the velvet cups that supported her milk-white breasts, she rubbed the fabric that covered her tingling nipples, she sighed with pleasure and watched herself in the mirror, green eyes glazed with lust, pink lips moist and pouting.

Jean leaned back against the wall of the dressing room stall. She set her slim legs apart and let her hands roam over her lithe body. Jean let her eyelids flutter shut, she imagined the hands belonged to Jason, stroking her, caressing her languidly.

There was a creaking noise in front of Jean. She slowly opened her eyes, Jason stood in the doorway, as if she had summoned him with a simple thought. Jason closed the dressing room door behind him, he stroked Jean's right thigh with a warm palm, Jean shivered and draped her arms across Jason's shoulders. Jean kissed Jason as passionately as her memory-self had. Jason pressed Jean into the back wall of the dressing stall, his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, squeezed into her round buttocks. Jean moaned in bliss when Jason licked her throat, his powerful hands crushing her buttocks while he licked her bare shoulders and kissed between her pumping breasts.

Jason grasped Jean's bare shoulders and spun her around. Jean placed her open palms on the dressing room wall, arching her back as Jason slipped down her panties, his hands sliding up and down her trembling thighs. Squatting down behind Jean, Jason buried his face between Jean's luscious buttocks, licking her throbbing cunt, fingers spreading her cheeks apart. Jean moaned sharply, her corset-clad stomach clenching, her legs quaking as she listened to Jason slurp on her hot pussy, making it wet with saliva and trickling honey. Jean clawed at the wall when Jason stuck two fingers into her soaked cunt, she bucked against his face, gasping while he sucked intently on her engorged clit, fingers plunging to the knuckles inside Jean's shaved slit.

"Take me, my lord!" panted Jean, looking down at Jason's crouched form. "Fill me with your seed!"

When Jason stood up, unbuckling his trousers, Jean smiled and unzipped his pants, pushing her left hand impatiently inside. Jason groaned and closed his eyes as Jean fondled his cock, slim fingers stroking every pulsating inch of hot meat. Jason leaned into Jean's body, they kissed lewdly, extending their tongues and stroking while saliva dripped onto their chins. Jason's erect cock brushed over Jean's left thigh while she fondled him, Jason reached around Jean's hip and buried his left hand between her smooth thighs, scratching her wet pussy as they kissed.

"Are you my Queen?" murmured Jason against Jean's flushed left cheek.

"Aye, my lord, now and forever," moaned Jean, guiding Jason's cock to her ass with one cum-slick hand.

Jason took Jean's left wrist and put her palm back on the dressing room wall. He pressed his palms over Jean's, pinning her to the wall as he pushed his cock into her warm crack, parting the damp lips of her pussy and dipping into her drenched vagina. Jean leaned back into Jason, grinding her ass into his crotch while he thrust into her over and over, grunting into her left shoulder. The two lovers writhed together smoothly, their bodies moving as one, Jean tilting her head back until Jason nuzzled her warm, red hair, kissed her gleaming forehead, then her open, gasping lips. Jason let go of Jean's hands and pressed his palms over Jean's corseted stomach, sliding his hands across her slim torso, pulling down the velvet cups holding her breasts so that her tits dropped free and bounced as he pounded into her from behind.

Jean flexed her thighs, pushing her ass onto Jason's spearing cock, shuddering in his enfolding arms while he massaged her soft breasts, pinching her swollen brown nipples, making her writhe with sensual pleasure against him. Jean bucked faster and faster on Jason's slapping crotch, she panted faster, her cunt tightened around her lover's thick prick. Jean dropped her head forward, Jason buried his face in her damp, gleaming, red hair, kissing the back of her graceful neck. Jason's fondling hands left Jean's shaking tits, his arms entwined around her slim waist, he hugged her to him, burying his cock entirely within her clenching sex hole. Jean clung to Jason's squeezing arms, her whole body quaked when he humped her ass, once, twice, a third time just before he climaxed inside her. Jean whimpered softly, her pussy contracting, holding Jason's cock inside her while the member poured thick semen into her tight belly.

Jason kissed Jean's warm left shoulder, his hands stroked up and down her bare, flushed thighs. Kissing Jean's musky hair one last time, Jason hiked up his trousers, buckled them, and walked out of the sex-reeking dressing stall.

Jean rested her palms on the dressing room wall. Jean's body still felt hot, feverish. She let her wet chin fall to her chest, she felt Jason's cum clinging to her inner thighs, to the soft lips of her soaked pussy. Jean dropped her right hand to the corset still bound around her stomach, she caressed the warm, soft, black velvet, then fingered her own right breast, pressing her aching nipple between two pinching fingertips.

***

The wide-eyed shop girl watched as Jean placed the black corset, the panties, and a black silk throat ribbon on the counter top.

"I'll take these," said Jean, her thick, red-gold hair still disheveled and wet, her blouse unbuttoned to her belly button, her cleavage flushed and warm pink.

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