Mental Projection: Anal Angel Jean wrecks the Casting Couch!

"You know," Ethan said as his latest auditionee placed one hand on her cocked hip and looked back over her shoulder at him, "I think it's time we moved on to the main event."

Jean Grey: Anal Whore for Ethan-XXX Pornographic Studio

He'd been surprised when Jean had contacted him about starring in a video, but the sight of her ass jiggling with every telekinetic thrust of her biggest dildo had gotten him hard enough to tear clean through his pants and had left all of the other audition tapes he'd received that day in the shade. He'd called her up right away, and she had rushed down to the studio fast enough that the only thing she'd been able to put on over her lingerie had been a long coat and a pair of high heels.

The pre-film interview had been nothing short of agony, with Jean's first act being to shed her coat and thrust out her chest show him how well her lacy half-cup bra showed off her massive boobs and the delicious-looking, thimble-thick nipples that capped them. Her second act had been to wrap a band of telekinetic power around the base of his cock and settle onto the casting couch with her legs spread. Ethan had powered through the ache in his balls with no small amount of effort, asking her the usual questions like who had recommended she apply (her wife, of course), which form of sex was her favourite (anal, of course) and what she was most looking forward to (a fat creampie in her asshole, of course). After that there had been a brief showcase of her body, including one pose that had done a great job showing off just how flexible mutant woman were - a spine-straining position that showed off both her tits and her big, bouncy bubble butt - and made Ethan's cock swell even more than before.

Now, as Ethan took his place in the middle of the couch, she settled down on top of him. She straddled him eagerly, nestling his throbbing, veiny cock in the valley between her pale globes. Between the thickness and immovable strength of Ethan's prick - and the sheer mass of Jean's ass - there was so much meat behind Jean's hips that even with her full weight on it, her pussy was still nearly grinding his pecs. Ethan scooched up a little to get a better angle of attack and immediately lunged for her chest. He sucked on Jean's fat nipples like a man possessed, swiping circles around them with his tongue and tugging on them with his teeth, switching back and forth so that neither ever had a chance to recover from his ****, driven by the relentless thump-thump-thump of blood forcing its way into his cock. Jean's pussy fluttered against his abdomen, rivers of pussy juice running down between his abs and coating his throbbing nuts. She threw her head back and moaned throatily as he squeezed a tit in each hand and took both of her nipples into his mouth.

Backing off with a deep, nostril-flaring breath and moving his hands up to grab her by the sides of the head, Ethan dragged Jean down into a deep kiss. Their tongues didn't battle so much as dance, coiling and sliding against each other in harmony as the pair probed each other's mouths. Jean's scent and taste, her essence, flooded into Ethan's mind with every breath and every drop of the spit they swapped; where Betsy's honey-and-milk had been undercut with delicate florid flavours, Jean's was a spicier, fierier sort, like chilli and sweet-smelling smoke. His hands slipped out of her hair and ran down her back, feeling her athletic muscles tensing under her silky-soft skin, slipping round her sides to run up and down her curves, just barely brushing the sides of her breasts as they flattened slightly against his chest.

He pulled away from the kiss, teeth catching Jean's lower lip and giving it a quick, playful tug. Before Jean could complain, or even lean down to recapture his lips, he drew another moan from her with a long, languid lick from the top of her cleavage up the hollow of her throat. One hand slipped between their bodies while the other seized a handhold on Jean's baby-maker hips, holding her in place as he drove two fingers into her slick pussy and trailed kisses and love bites along her collarbone and up her neck. Jean's pulse fluttered against his lips and strengthened the thumping of his own heart. Her body, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, felt unbearably hot pressed against him and when he looked up at her face she was flushed and panting. As Ethan looked into Jean's unfocussed, lust-glazed eyes, something sparked between them. Both of them twitched, Jean's hands sinking deeper into the plush couch cushion on either side of Ethan's head as his hand sped up. Jean's fragrance changed, the subtle differences between her and Betsy vanishing as it morphed into the same, pure fuck-scent.

She practically collapsed forward onto Ethan, smothering his face with soft, wet kisses. She traced her way along his jawline, nibbled on his earlobe, then gave his ear a quick, wiggling tickle with her tongue. Her hips squirmed and shook - the careful, subtle rolling rhythm she had sustained until now was faltering under the relentless pounding of his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, once more locked in a passionate french kiss, then wrenched her head back and shrieked as his thumb brushed over her swollen, aching clit. Her twat clamped down around his hand, pussy juice soaking his hand, but he didn't stop. "Fuck me," she gasped, then shouted, then screamed, "fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE--!" Her scream trailed off into brainless noise as Ethan seized her ass, rose up off the couch with her in his arms, then spun around and threw her back down. The shock of the impact was too much for Jean, and her lips froze in a perfect 'O' as she started to squirt.

The gouts of girlcum hosed Ethan's face and chest down, every drop of pheromonic slut juice that touched his eyes, mouth or nose instantly soaking into his body and igniting an internal transformation.

Powering forward through the last few sprays of pussy juice with a roar, Ethan grabbed Jean's ankles and pulled. She squeaked in surprise as she slid down the couch until she was upside down, supporting her weight on her shoulder blades and with her legs spread wide and resting on the arms of the couch. "GOD DAMN!" Leaping up onto the couch with her, he grabbed his swollen, mind-bound cock with both hands, **** it downwards and thrust. "LOVE THIS ASS!" He roared, hips slapping down against Jean's massive, juicy ass. "Love this ass!" Jean howled in agreement as his fist-sized cockhead bulldozed its way through her backdoor and reshaped her insides.

If anyone could have seen the telepathic cloud around the pair - without, of course, succumbing to the star-bright waves of lust blasting off of them - they would have seen a stylised, glowing cock slamming balls-deep into an equally stylised brain whose lobes resembled nothing so much as a pair of bulging asscheeks. The image brightened, cracked and then exploded. In the same instant, the psychic ring holding Ethan's cumvein closed disappeared with a thunderous bang and a flash of pink light. Ethan's overstuffed balls throbbed one last time, clenched and then practically leapt upwards as he dumped a cock-bulging, gut-stuffing blast of sperm into Jean's clenching, quivering asshole. Psychic whirlpools snapped into and out of existence around Jean as she accepted Ethan's load, shredding and reforming the couch into a warped mass of leather and stuffing, but neither of them cared.

With their conscious minds completely subsumed by the need for hardcore anal ecstasy, the pair lost all sense of restraint. Ethan pulled out of Jean's asshole, but didn't bother stopping to admire her gaping, stretched-smooth ringpiece or the wave of sticky whiteness that oozed up out of it and flowed over the contours of her ass like a volcanic eruption. Instead, he flipped her over in the ruins of the couch and laid a massive double-handed spank to her upraised booty as she instinctively assumed a face down, ass up position. Slamming back into her, he threw spank after spank onto her ass as he buttfucked her mercilessly. With his cock shooting out fresh loads of hot cum with each stroke, every thrust displaced a wave of jizz that pushed past the seal of Jean's hole and coated the two of them before sliding down to pool around them.

Jean was totally lost. Every thrust churned up and refreshed the monstrous load sitting inside of her. Every throb of their shared heartbeat, transmitted through his cock and her ass, produced another squirt from her drooling kitty. Every spank was like a slap straight to her soul. She felt her ass reddening under Ethan's blows, felt the cheeks of her bubble butt becoming ever more sensitive with each blow, felt... felt them getting softer, jigglier, juicier, bigger!

The last thing either of them saw or heard, as any senses unnecessary for buttfucking started to shut down, was the film crew frantically stroking their cocks and pussies...

"Nngh," Ethan slipped out of Jean's ass feeling, for the first time since awakening his power, utterly spent, "f- fuck..." He was pressed up against Jean's back, both of them sucking in ragged, heaving breaths from the sheer exertion of their fucking. He felt dazed and confused, almost blind drunk, but above all he felt good. Placing his hands on the chair either side of Jean's hips, he levered himself up off of her with the wet schlukh of two sex-drenched bodies separating and stood in the puddle of their mingled fluids, admiring the view. Jean was slowly rousing herself, Scott was groaning his way through his last orgasm as Betsy hollowed her cheeks in a devastating slurp before popping off his cock and settling back onto her heels. Judging by the small puddle of juices that she was kneeling in, she was very much looking forward to being on film.

"I gotta get some more ass," he murmured unknowingly as he watched Jean rise from her position bent over the chair, her shaking legs sending little tremors through her body. As Scott helped the three of them to clean themselves off and re-dress, none of them noticed that the bulge in Ethan's pants was just a bit more prominent than before, or the way Jean's pants clung just a bit tighter to her body, or the way Betsy's leotard was swallowed just a bit deeper between her cheeks.