Flying 1st class

Scott arrived in the cabin as soon as the plane's autopilot could take over, practically as soon as the engines started, and was met with the sight of his gorgeous wife on her knees pleasuring Ethan. He was elated.

"Looks like you made yourself comfortable, need anything from me?"

Ethan, who had been relaxing with his cock swaddled in Jean's breasts, opened one eye, "You can watch and if I cum, so can you. Otherwise I guess just keep the plane afloat and let your wife do her thing."

Scott nodded enthusiastically, taking a seat, eyes glued to the scene before him. Jean was glad he'd been quieted, he was incessant about hooking her and Ethan up again. She shouldn't blame him really, Ethan's power was too strong for even her to resist, but his attentiveness was getting on her nerves. Maybe it was because it was so unlike Scott that it bothered her.

"Something bothering you Mrs. Summers?"

She smiled up at the polite boy's concerned face, "No Ethan, I was just in my own world there for a minute." She refocussed her efforts, mashing her breasts around his hard length and relishing the feel of his hot skin on hers. Her breathing began to pick up as she devoted all her attention to the task at hand, indulging herself by rolling her nipples in her long nails.

"Mmm... so Ethan, could you tell me about your experiences using your powers?" She punctuated her question with a flick of her tongue over his uncircumcised tip, looking sweetly up at him. She was rewarded for her trouble with a bead of salty pre that she sucked up without hesitation, shivering a little at the salty taste. She'd perused his memories when they'd first seen him at the airport but... somehow that didn't feel right. She needed to let him know what she could do, gently. Sifting through his mind without his permission felt like a breach of trust, he'd been so sweet to her.

"Well... I've kinda gotten around since this-" he gestured at his enormous phallus, "-happened."

Jean giggled, beginning to rock her hips so his shaft slid up and down, "I bet. Maybe the cliffnotes version?"

"Right. Uh... well, I've noticed that my 'power', if you want to call it that, effects different people differently."

"What do you mean?"

"People who are weak willed immediately get all submissive and slutty, right? That asian piece of ass back at the airport barely got a look at my bulge before she was offering herself up."

"Interesting." Jean was surprised that his language didn't really bother her, even though she distinctly remembered harshly reprimanding students for far less. Even if she wanted to though, she needed to use her mouth for lubing up Ethan's cock. She let her mouth hang open over her cleavage, tongue relaxed and dripping saliva on his head. She'd never done anything like this for anyone before, not even Scott, and she had to admit it was really turning her on. Something about her exposed front, wet and cooling from her own spit, being warmed up by his iron rod... it was captivating.

Or maybe it was just Ethan himself, as she was reminded of when he began to thrust against her so that the head of his cock popped into her mouth for a quick suckle before receding into the valley of her chest and repeating the process. He'd only been sexually mature for a few months and he was a master at carnal acts... master... she liked that word.

Jean mentally kicked herself as she realized Ethan had been talking to her throughout her reverie and she quickly caught back up to speed by reading Scott's thoughts of the past few minutes.

"People who are more strong willed though, the kind that would never normally act slutty, are more interesting. People like you guys actually. It's more fun to be around you because you don't just automatically fall on your knees when I walk into the room, you act like normal people until I ask otherwise. I'm still kinda working out the kinks." Scott was smiling and nodding along for this part but leaned in closer in concern when the boys brows furrowed, "I've had a few strong willed people come along and they were great but after a while they start to get kind of... blanked. I think it has something to do with long term exposure to my dick or when my commands start piling up or conflicting or something."

"The Professor can help you with any problems that you might have, he saved my life when he gave me these," Scott put a finger to his glasses, "otherwise I wouldn't be able to see anything without destroying it."

"Woah, really?"

"Yeah, it's... pretty destructive."

"That's awesome! I mean, sorry man that must suck, but that's super cool! What is it, like things just fall apart when you look at them or-?"

"More like terawatt lasers shoot out of-" Jean skipped over some inane boy-talk to the next important point she'd missed out on while servicing Ethan's dick.

"What about Jean? What can she do?"

"Jean is a very powerful telepath with telekinetic and psychic abilities: she can read and effect minds and move things with her mind."

"...fuck."

"Don't worry, she's also an incredibly caring and loving person. I'd trust her with my life. I do trust her with my life. She's never let me down." Jean felt a warm glow quite unrelated to the cock sandwiched between her tits as she heard those words in real time. She suddenly felt incredibly guilty for blowing him off earlier. Not to mention that she still hadn't fixed him... but maybe that was just out of her hands now. Her head popped off of Ethan's cock, beaming at Scott as he returned the look.

She turned to Ethan, opening her mouth to ask him to ease up his hold on Scott, but he beat her to it.

"Jean, you will never read or effect my mind without my permission. You haven't done anything to me since we met have you?"

He punctuated his words by smacking her face with his meat bat, the impact stunning her for a moment as both arousal and sadness filled her, "No Ethan, I haven't done anything to your mind. I read it a little bit before we got a good look at you, just to make sure we weren't walking into anything dangerous, but then we saw you and..." She trailed off, not wanting to get into the details of her and Scott's mental communication and her eavesdropping on his thoughts, which she now realized was incredibly invasive and wrong. Anyone else? Sure. Ethan? No mind reading. But why though? Said a tiny voice in her head.

His features softened at her hurt look, "Sorry Mrs. Summers, I just got kinda freaked out when Scott said you could effect people's minds. What were you going to say?"

She nodded up at him understandingly, "It's ok, a lot of people have trouble the first time they meet a telepath. I usually let Professor Xavier do the explaining, he has a much defter touch than I do. I was going to ask if you could-"

"Wait, this Xavier is a telepath too?"

"Yes. Probably the strongest on the planet... usually."

"Uh... ok, Jean, can you shield me from him?"

"From the professor? Why?"

"Well... I don't think he'd be as understanding as you two have been. I'd feel a lot better if you hid my... uh... pornographic thoughts from him."

Jean blinked and then slowly began to nod. That made sense. Ethan was just feeling a little uncomfortable about his hypersexualized mind, which was due to his mutation and wasn't his fault, and he wanted to make a good first impression on the professor.

"Ok Ethan, I'll do my best. But know that you have nothing to fear from Charles, he's a good man and a-"

"How big is his dick?"

"...excuse me?"

"The professor, how big is his dick?"

"I... don't actually know?"

Scott noticed how alarmed this made Ethan and quickly searched for some reassurance he could offer, "The professor is paralyzed below the legs Ethan, I don't think he's able to, uh, 'get it up' anymore."

"Oh." Ethan seemed much more relieved and Jean gave him an incredulous look.

"Ethan, are you seriously worried that the professor might have a dick as big as you?"

For the first time in the admittedly brief time they'd known one another, the young man looked embarrassed, "I dunno... it's just..." He grumbled something unintelligible and Jean giggled, leaning up to kiss the boy on the cheek.

"Ethan... you're preternaturally endowed by your mutant power with a penis that could rank in a horse-measuring contest. You have absolutely no reason to be worried about any man, mutant or otherwise, having a cock even close to your size." He quirked his mouth, looking abashedly at the floor, and Jean gave him another firm kiss on the cheek. Partly to clean off the tiny trace of cum she'd left from the first one but mostly as a reward for being just too darn cute.

To give him a reward she knew he'd appreciate more, she planted the next kiss on the tip of his cock, revitalizing its drooping length after the unusual conversation. It wasn't until Ethan groaned appreciatively and Scott made an encouraging sound that Jean remembered that she still hadn't asked him to fix her husband. She silenced the thought before it could get out of hand: she'd had too many inattentive moments with Ethan since they'd gotten on the jet she needed to focus on getting Ethan off right now.

'Scott, remind me later to ask Ethan to fix you ok?'

'Yeah sure hon, just keep sucking that- wait, fix me? Am I broken?'

'Of course not, don't worry about it.'

'Uh... alright. C'mon hon, I know you can take more of him than that. You gotta give him a good impression of the school and what to expect, take him down to the balls!'

Jean moaned around the head of Ethan's cock, her throat just barely beginning to open up to the boy's enormous girth, her husband's thoughts egging her on as she endeavored to stuff her throat with the younger mutant's fuck meat.