Yes

Scott relaxed and watched the teenager position his tip at the woman’s pussy as she bent over facing away from him her shoulder resting against one of the columns that marked the place for the line. Her hands were reaching back, one holding her thong aside while the other pulled at her asscheek spreading her pink opening invitingly. As he slowly slid the first couple of inches into her and she started to moan and swear, Scott had to admit this was like some amazingly good porno. By a quirk of fate he was only a few meters from the action and no one in between to block his view. Reaching down, he gripped his erection through his pants and tugged at it. In the back of his mind, he knew this was all wrong but he was feeling very relaxed and didn’t worry about it.

Noticing something out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head making sure to keep looking right at the cock as it continued to fuck the woman with just it’s first few inches. It was no use; he could tell Jean was doing something vigorous but not what.

'I’ve pulled my dress down and removed my bra. I’m playing with my breasts, honey. I’m soo turned on right now… I’m glad you like the thought. I wish you could look…'

Me too, he thought. How is he doing this? It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the hot scene in front of him and the pulsing nature of his own arousal. He had thought Jean would be able to withstand a novice telepath’s power.

'I don’t know, Scott. I don’t sense his mental presence at all outside the confines of his brain. His ability to control others is apparently not based in his mind. Perhaps pheromones…'

Scott mentally nodded even as he realized the blonde had settled into a rhythm, fucking the girl with less than half of his length. That wasn’t a surprise given how tiny she was, he looked like he was splitting her in half with that thing. He’d have a better time with a full-figured woman like…

'Wow, Scott…'

He knew he should have been embarrassed by his wife catching the mental image of her curvy body pinned to the column by the teenager’s massive dick, but he was both too relaxed and aroused to care. A tendril of normal thought bubbled up. If he has no real mental powers, then Jean should be able to take him out easily.

'Yes Scott, but I honestly don’t think I should. I think we should just wait and watch and approach him afterward. He’s not going to hurt her…'

He wasn’t too concerned about it but… what about her husband? He thought visualizing the sparkling ring on the screaming Asian’s left hand.

'Fiance…and yes, I should probably clean that up. While he plans on making sure this doesn’t overtly affect her relationship with her fiancé, she won’t be able to orgasm unless she fantasizes about this day. Oh crap! He’s going to do that to everyone watching!'

'Damn. Um… you’re not going to fix that afterwards are you?'

'No, I should but, Honey, I don’t want to. Is that…okay?'

'Yea, I mean… I really don’t want him to do that but…I don’t want to stop him from doing it either… I mean..damn!'

'I know… You’ve never been this aroused before..'

'Jean- I-'

'It’s okay! It’s the same for me… Are you looking forward to that ‘best climax you’ve ever had’ as much as I am?'

'Yes! I’m so horny right now I feel like I’m going to explode but I’d rather it not be the messiest orgasm ever though. Seriously, can he actually control that?'

'He thinks so. Some of his memories are…um spectacular… is the word.'

Suddenly, the teenager in question cried out, pulled free and urgently jerked his shaft with both hands. With a loud groan, his cock began to spit thick loads of his cum all over his recent partner’s ass. Scott went to his knees as he lost all strength as his own climax hit. His hips jerked in time to his frantically rubbing hands as he came with tremendous ****, an instant deluge of semen soiling the front of his pants. His eyes were of course still glued on the boy’s cock as it once again underlined his mutant nature, his member firing a continuous stream reminiscent of a fire hose, a puddle forming around the Asian’s high heels. He was aware of Jean’s cries of passions and her place on the floor nearby, her ass rocking involuntarily as if she were humping the airport linoleum.