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The X-Men had just returned from Asgard, and were relaxing in a hotel in France before arranging transportation back to the States. More importantly, to Rachel, was the fact that she had recently taken on the identity of Phoenix, to honor her late mother, Jean Grey Summers, who had used the name previously. Rachel rubbed her hand over her firm, young breasts as she scrubbed the dirt from their latest fight off of her body. When she touched her nipples, they hardened, straining. Her whole body tensed up. Her hand fell to her pussy, which had started to itch and throb with need. She had not felt this way in a while. She was horny. It had been some time since she'd had sex, Rachel thought. The handlers who had ruled a third of her life had trained her to ignore her needs. She thought back before that, though, to the time Franklin Richards had popped her cherry. It had been in the Danger Room of the mansion, when she was fourteen. Frank had been seventeen at the time. Frank had programmed the Room to create a hologram of a sunset on a Hawaiian beach. The way his lips had kissed her, the way his hands touched her breasts and pussy, inflamed her body. He had taken her then, and the sensation was exquisite. She had felt only pleasure as his dick ripped her hymen. Just remembering these events made her body lust even more. She slipped her left index finger into her pussy, and moaned softly with pleasure. She fingered her clit with her right hand, and slipped another finger into her pussy, moving them in and out of her pussy in unison with the fingering she was performing on her clit. She leaned against the wall of the shower, moving one hand up to her breasts as she continued to thrust her fingers into her pussy. She rubbed both breasts as she inserted a third finger into her pussy. Sensations racked her body as she approached orgasm. She reached out with her inherited telekinesis and rubbed her clit with that, as she rubbed her breasts even harder and thrust her fingers deeper and deeper into her flowing pussy. She came, as more and more sensations rocked her body. Screams escaped her lips as she came explosively. After an eternity, Rachel returned to reality, her pulse slowing to normal. She stepped out of the shower and turned it off. She used her telekinesis to remove the excess water from her skin. She examined herself in the full-length mirror provided by the hotel. Rachel was a very athletic 20-year-old woman, standing 5' 9" with a 32-22-34 figure. Her firm young breasts stood out, not sagging at all. Her hair was a shoulder-length mane of flame red, and this was further accentuated by the fine red triangle above her pussy. Unconsciously, she used her telekinesis to form her hair into a single braided ponytail down to the nape of her neck. She studied herself in the mirror more closely. Despite heaving came, she was not satisfied. She needed a man. Slipping into a cotton bathrobe, Rachel stepped out into the suite to make her way back to her room. She promptly ran into a teammate, Wolverine. "Enjoy yourself, red?" he asked, smoking his ever-present Havana cigar. "I don't know what you're talking about, Wolvie," she replied innocently, smiling. "Who are you foolin', kid," Wolverine stated gruffly. "I can tell fresh musk when I smell it. Believe me, I've smelled enough of it." "Are you..?" she started to ask. "Sorry, kiddo. Ain't interested." "Oh," Rachel sighed. "Be seeing ya." She walked towards her room in the suite. Before she entered her room, she did a telepathic scan of the area, to see who might of heard her in the shower. Only Wolverine and Cyclops, her father, were around. Scott Summers, Cyclops, was on the transatlantic line with his wife, Madelyne Pryor-Summers, and did not hear anything. Seeing the mental image of Maddie in his mind, Rachel was again bewildered about how closely Maddie resembled Scott's first love, Jean Grey, the late Phoenix. To Rachel, this was wrong. Her parents were Scott and Jean, not Scott and Maddie. Rachel had learned of her mother's premature death upon her appearance in this time period. Rachel had traveled to the past after the X-Men of her time period had all been killed. She had often wondered if Jean and Maddie were linked in some way. A strange feeling shot through her body, as she peeked in Scott's room. Her father was sprawled across his bed, naked from the waist down. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he talked softly to his wife. Rachel knew she shouldn't do this, but she had no choice; she _needed_ to hear what was being said. She gently established a telepathic link with him, eavesdropping on his thoughts. "Fuck me, Scott," Maddie called through the phone. "Fuck me like you never fucked me before." Scott moaned and rubbed his cock harder. "Oh fuck!" Scott yelled, rubbing his dick furiously. Rachel stared at her father's dick. She guessed it to be about seven and a half inches long, and about an inch and a half in diameter. This contrasted greatly with the rest of his body. Scott was tall, about 6'2", with dark brown hair and a slim, though athletic, build. "I'm fucking you, honey," Scott told her. "I'm fucking you harder than I ever fucked anybody in my life." 'Not true, Dad,' Rachel thought to herself. She thought back to the one day, when she was ten, and she snuck into her parents' bedroom when they were doing at it. What she saw here was mild compared to what she saw then. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Scott called, his body convulsing as he shot his sperm all over the bed. "NOT YET!" Maddy yelled. Scott, exhausted, dropped the receiver. Rachel reached out with her telekinesis and, amidst Maddy's protests, set the phone on its holder. Rachel sauntered into the room, feeling extremely bold. Seeing her father's cock had intensified her horniness. She shed her bathrobe, knelt by her father's cock, and started to lick it, drinking up the excess jizm that stuck to his cock. Scott's dick, having shrunk, twitched and started to grow again. Rachel was delirious. She had dreamed of doing this for ten years (six, actually, if you didn't count her time as a hound), and now she was fulfilling those dreams. Scott groggily reached down and grasped Rachel's head in his hands, silently insisting for her to take more into her mouth. Rachel did so, pressing the tip of his cock against her tonsils with every thrust. Rachel deep-throated her father as if born with a cock in her mouth. Scott jerked his head up off the pillow and looked down at his cock. Rachel, noticing his confused expression, gazed up at him, nothing but unbridled lust burning in her eyes. "Stand up," he groaned. She did so, giving him a good look at her young, hot body. His eyes studied her body, soaking in her firm tits, down to her flat stomach, and paused at the light patch between her legs. "You're a natural redhead," he breathed. "Just like Jean..." Rachel walked over to him, her pussy mere inches away from his nose. "Would you like a taste?" she asked, innocently. He simply nodded. She leaned over him, taking his cock back into her mouth, as she positioned her pussy right over his face. Scott was an expert pussy eater, alternating between teasing her clit with his tongue and plunging that same tongue deep within her well lubricated pussy. It didn't take long before he'd worked Rachel up to the brink of orgasm. And yet, he didn't. Each time he sensed she was getting close, he backed off on his lovemaking. "Oh for crissakes, D- Slim, are you gonna make me come or not?" she panted after the third time. "Just warming you up, Red," he said, giving her clit a lick. "I don't want you to get _too_ worked up _just_ yet." He brought her to the brink of orgasm a fourth time before she decided to take their encounter the final step. As she neared orgasm, knowing he was going to pull away at the last second, she pulled herself off of his dick, raised herself slightly into the air, turned to face him, and impaled herself on his hot rod, using her telekinesis to guide it into her without mishap. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" This threw Scott for a loop. Apparently, Scott figured, he reminded her of her father, and this was a fantasy of hers. Even then, he did not think she was being 100% literal. He decided to give her what she wanted, a nice hard fuck. As she rode up and down on his prink, he thrust his hips up in time with hers, plunging his cock deeper inside her. He reached up, pulling her close to him. They kissed, hungrily chasing each others' tongues while thrusting their hips together. They rolled, still joined together, so that Scott was on top. He plunged deep, Rachel noisily encouraging him to fuck her even harder. It was more than Scott could stand. He came, his cock exploding inside his time-lost daughter. His orgasm triggered her own. For both of them, time stopped. Scott and Rachel slept in each others' arms. Rachel inwardly smiled to herself. The X-Men only had a few days laft in Paris before Magneto's trial, and she intended to spend as much of them as possible in her father's bed.