Playing with Powers

Four people walked along the trail.

Three adults and a teenager. All four were mutants.

A psionic field bloomed from the beautiful red-head, ensuring that all those along the path decided to quicken their pace to get much further away from them while those at back at the crowded camp-site with its many RV's and tents decided they weren't interested in taking a hike at the moment.

The gorgeous dark skinned mutant with striking white hair maintained a dominant presence over the local weather, ensuring that the air around the group was a a balmy 85 degrees in stark contrast to the crisp 50 degrees of the surrounding forest.

The dark-haired body-builder wearing rose-tinted sunglasses led the group, his intense gaze sweeping the woods for even the slightest of threats, ready to send a powerful red beam of concussive **** at the first sign of hostile intent.

The teen-aged mutant followed along gamely, his eyes glued to the wide swaying hips of the two women and dealing with the stubborn erection in his pants.

"Okay, stop. Let's go off the path here." called out Mark and the other three stopped, turning back to him. He thought for a moment as he regarded the deeply wooded area before him, "Actually, Scott... Clear us a path, will you?"

He waved his arm outward and then he gasped and stumbled backward as a huge beam of ruby slashed out across his vision. Sharp loud cracks split the forest as dozens of mature trees were cast asunder, their huge forms crashing to the ground with tremendous thunks into the fallow ground.

HOLY SHIT... he silently intoned, in awe of the power at his disposal. He lashed his arm out, forgetting completely about the need to go further into the forest as he pointed at a large tree still standing within a host of recently carved stumps, "Storm! Lightning that tree!"

"Of course, Mark!" Ororo's lovely accented voice intoned and there was silence for a few moments along with a quickly growing sense of pressure within their immediate area, a darkening of the light as moisture gathered above and a dark cloud formed. Then abruptly Mark's vision was lit violently and the tree exploded with a deafening crack, quickly followed by an even louder roar of thunder.

Wooden splinters, some minuscule and some as long as his fore-arm hovered in the air before him as Jean touched her temple, her other arm outstretched as she telekinetic-ally kept her master from being eviscerated by his own unthinking command.

Mark stared.

Holy shit was right. He watched the splinters fall gently to the ground at Jean's direction, and he realized just how powerful he now was with these godlike fellow mutants at his beck and call.....

Walking into the mall with Jean and Ororo, his hands resting possessively on their swaying backsides, Mark felt like a million bucks. He enjoyed the way the two gorgeous women drew the eyes of everyone they passed. Men couldn't help but ogle them and jealously wonder how this punk kid had managed to get with them. Women were just the opposite, sending jealous glances at his companions' beauty, the way they dressed, their prodigious chest sizes even as they sent interested curious looks his way.

Or maybe they just thought he'd hired a couple of escorts. Especially likely since they were both showing off an obscene amount of cleavage, their generous mounds jiggling wildly as they walked perched up on their heels.

Scott followed them unobtrusively, far enough back that it wasn't immediately obvious he was with them as he watched everyone carefully.

Reaching a center atrium with a fountain, he led the girls over to a seating area. The low slung chairs were wide enough that he was able to share one with Ororo and Jean sat down in one beside it. He watched both their legs as they crossed them simaltaneously, their mini-skirts sliding up their luscious thighs and revealing their matching garters, white for Ororo and black for Jean.

Mark placed his hand under Ororo's skirt, rubbing lightly as he looked around. It had been about a week since he'd become a fledging mutant supervillain and he still wasn't fully committed to any particular plan. Taking over a nation was certainly an intimidating undertaking but the more he heard about Franklin Richards, the more he was fucking terrified. His powers may have faded recently but he sounded like a god in human flesh: reality warping and being able to manipulate matter at the sub-atomic level were bad enough, but he was also an extremely powerful telepath.

This was basically the Professor Xavier problem except on steroids.

Still, the thought of getting his hands on Franklin filled Mark with a deep yearning avarice. All of that power could be his to command....

He already felt like a god with just his current complement of mutants.

With that in mind, he looked to Jean, "Can you control everyone in the mall?"

Scott had finished his patrol of the immediate area and took a seat across from his wife as she answered, "Yes, that's right."

"How many people is that? What can you make them do?" he asked even as he felt blood rush to his crotch at the thought of all that power.

"Not quite two hundred individuals. And whatever you want, Mark. None of them have any psionic presense at all."

"Make them all strip naked and continue what they were doing."

"My lord, I have a concern. May I speak?" asked Scott quickly but respectfully, his expression openly apologetic towards his master.

"Of course! At least trying to keep me from doing something stupid is your job, Mr. Chief of Security!"

He chuckled dutifully at Mark's tone before continuing, "Thank you, my lord. Jean can do that no problem, but people outside her sphere of control will see those inside stripping and react. That will draw attention. Even if we managed to find them all later and wipe their memories, it won't matter. More than a few will have recorded with their phones and uploaded it to the internet."

"Nothing may come of it. Or any number of interested parties could be alerted to the possibility of a powerful mutant in the area and come looking. Certainly Professor X would call us to investigate..."

Jean nodded at husband before smiling as she looked at Mark, "True, however with a small adjustment there won't be any problems. I'll just create a buffer zone where people stay clothed, not notice anyone nude, and they keep their phones put away. Shall I?"

Mark grinned. Competant minions were awesome. "Yep, do that. Make that standard operating procedures going forward anytime we're in public. And Scott? Nice catch. I'm going to reward you for that. "

"Of course, I will." said Jean as she touched her temple lightly.

Mark sat back, looking around excitedly even as he cupped Ororo's boob with the arm he had wrapped around her back. He squeezed the heavy tit as she leaned into him, rubbing his chest with one hand. The people walking past abruptly stopped in place, setting down purses and shopping bags before they started taking off their clothes. Those sitting in the nearby chairs smoothly got to their feet, unbuttoning blouses, pulling off t-shirts, unsnapping jeans, and shimmying out of skirts. In just a few minutes, everyone he could see was naked save for a few stragglers just now finishing up. Then they all continued shopping or chatting like nothing had happened, their nude bodies openly displayed with no apparent awareness of what they were showing.

Mark was rock hard now as he feasted his eyes on all of this lovely flesh, automatically skipping past those that were less than appealling. "Wow, Jean! This is so fucking awesome!"

She ran a hand through her volumnious red hair, smiling wanly, "I'm so glad you approve."

He eyed a couple that looked like mother and daughter, very attractive and dark haired falling loose about their shoulders. They were both small and slim, but surprisingly curvy in the bust and butt department. And he could see everything, tits swinging with their steps. They casually talked, holding their shopping bags, making no effort to hide their pussies topped with matching thatches of dark hair.

He quickly switched his gaze to a trio of black women, all of them had wide hips that fit the stereotype especially compared to the two white women he'd just been looking at. But one's huge ass was legitimately absurd in its proportions and shouldn't have been attractive but he couldn't help but stare as her giant globes gyrated with her walk.

Mark spent a few minutes simply people-watching while fondling Ororo's body. At one point he pulled her top aside, causing her right tit to pop out and he joyously bent down to suck it into his mouth, trusting Jean to turn aside any attention. Soon Ororo was lightly biting his earlobe and passionately whispering, "I want to suck your cock, Mark. I want to serve you with my mouth while you have your fun..."

Ororo's total and complete desire for him was something he was still getting used to and it was difficult to resist, "Oooh shit... that's hot... not quite yet, baby."

Ororo pouted with those thick luscious lips but she soon smiled warmly, "Such restraint! Turning over a new leaf are we?"

Mark grinned, "Hardly." His eyes fell upon an Asian girl with dyed blue hair and be told Jean as he pointed, "Her."

She was ensconced within a rather big group of friends, but none of them were the least bit surprised when she abruptly left them, heading towards Mark with deliberate focus, her eyes zeroing upon him firmly. She was a quintessential Asian beauty but with full expressive lips and a skin tone that spoke of some pacific islander influence. Her chest was absolutely flat with tiny dark nipples hardened by the cool AC, her torso smooth and tight above a truly lovely swell to her hips. She'd made no effort to trim her bush and it was a wild dark thatch above her cute hidden little slit, peeking out between her thin thighs.

When she reached them, she blushed and met his eyes briefly before asking demurely, "Um... may I give you a blowjob, sir?"

Mark chuckled at the absurdity of her question despite the seriousness in which she asked it, "Of course. Please do. What's your name?"

She smiled revealing white straight teeth as she knelt before him, "Michelle Dao." she blushed looking around, "I've never done this before."

"Sucked a cock?"

She smirked as she worked to undo his pants, "No! I mean- in public, like this."

"Then why are you doing it?" he asked, honestly wondering how her brain was processing Jean's commands over it.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I want to, though. More than anything." She rubbed his bulge through his pants, "You feel sooo big. Ohmygod."

Her tongue darted from her mouth and moistened her lips as she finished with his fly and pulled down his jeans. A gasp escaped her mouth when she looked up and saw the tent in his boxers.

“Like what you see?” asked Mark.

She nodded, “It’s huge!” Michelle pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang out. She gave it a few strokes and then went to town on his long thick prick.