Jean Grey's Ass

Jean squirmed atop the kitchen table as she felt her husband's tongue wriggle up inside her asshole. He was doing such a good job of serving Mark. She was monitoring his thoughts, just as she was for the rest, making sure Mark's commands were thorough and Scott hadn't the slightest inkling of resistance. Scott's loyalty and obedience to Mark was now the single strongest value he had. Even his love for her was a distant second place. That made her so happy as it was quite the same for her.

Jean was aroused beyond belief knowing Mark had dropped his pants and was stroking that long thick perfect cock of his. She could see it through his father's eyes: he was so strong standing there with his huge cock out, three beautiful women naked and open before him, Scott squatting down at his feet, serving him by preparing his wife's asshole with his lips and tongue. It was so hot, so arousing and because she felt it so deeply as she was present in his father's mind, he felt the same way.

Jean opened her eyes and she found herself looking into Ororo's. She shifted over and captured her friend's soft voluptious lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. Jean could feel what it was like from within Ororo's own mind, feel her own lips and tongue work against and with Ororo's and respond accordingly, ensuring that she gave her friend exactly what she wanted, what she needed. At the same time, she reveled in Ororo's elation with the situation, that she and Scott and joined her in servitude to Mark, their minds changed to suit his desire just as she had been by his mutant power.

She was ready for her husband's finger thickly coated with lubricant, present within his mind as he applied it.

He was thinking: I can't wait to see Master's big dick inside Jean's ass. I'm going to want to jack off but I shouldn't. Master is going to be having a ton of sex and I really need to set the precedent that my place is not in the bedroom, but elsewhere keeping him protected from any and all threats. I'll post Logan on him as close-in bodyguard, Hank as well. Provided Master takes them. Once I have a full team to protect him, only then will I be able to relax and really enjoy seeing Master use my wife for his pleasure. Oh damn, Jean's asshole-so tight, Master's thick dick up in here-

Jean arched her back, twisting slightly atop the table, breaking her kiss with Ororo as her husband's finger pushed inside of her rectum, sliding back and forth as it deposited gooey warm lubricant.

"Okay Scott, now apply some directly to my cock."

"Yes, master."

"I think I prefer you call me 'my lord'."

"Of course, my lord."

Her eyes met Ororo's at this, her friend's perfectly sculpted black eyebrows rising. Ororo turned to look and Jean saw in her mind a slight fetish of handsome males kissing. Rarely had her secret fantasies become so... tactile and....graphic...

Scott didn't have any homosexual inklings but he would happily service Mark in any way he desired. And that included joining them bent over the table. Rubbing the lube in with both hands, he was mostly enjoying the heft of the heavy member and idly imagining being so well-endowed back in his own high-school days. Jean felt Scott resist the perverse urge to cup Mark's scrotum as if this were a hernia exam and she reallized with some amusement that her own instincts and memories had bled over. Scott was very aware that his Lord's balls were larger than his own, an image of them slapping her ass thickly during sex flashed briefly in his mind.

"That's enough, Scott. Take off all your clothes and go get yourself one of my condoms."

"Yes, my lord." Scott rushed to obey the teenager, slightly frustrated that he hadn't been able to put his plan into action but mostly he was just excited to watch and jerk off. Jean loved experiencing her husband's formidable will bending like rubber due to Mark's mild statement.

"You ready, Jean?" Asked Mark stepping up to her and spanking her ass lightly sending her soft flesh jiggling before he gave Ororo and his own mother similar slaps and grabs. His blunt cockhead nudged her asshole and she wiggled her asscheeks around it.

"Oh yes, Mark! Fuck my ass. Please." She enjoyed the crudeness of her statement and he did too, chuckling, "Alright-alright."

"Oooh!" Mark pushed into her, penetrating her slowly. Even with all the lube, it hurt. "It's so big!"

He felt twice as big as before as he slowly sank into her ass. She helped him, pulling at her butt-cheeks harder, stretching her rectum even further for him and shifting her hips to work herself onto his plunging prick.

She groaned, gasped, and moaned the whole way as burning pain turned to stinging pleasure and soon enough his hips met her ass and she felt relief, sighing.

Now fully buried inside of her ass, taking a better stance, Mark began to thrust against her.  Her thighs pounded against the table whenever he sunk into her. Jean finally let go of her asscheeks, his girthy prick managing that task easily on its own, slipping her hands forward to cup and squeeze her breasts as she was fucked against the table, a tear escaping from the pain of having her virgin ass relentlessly pounded when Mark really got into it.

Mark slapped and grabbed her buttocks as he thrust and she was soon cumming, climaxing powerfully as the immense invader plumbed her asshole. She moaned and screamed Mark's name, squirming fitfully as he buried his thick shaft within her. Every muscle in her body seeming to clamp down as liquid fire surged through her veins, the stimulation of her rear by that massive, magnificent shaft setting off her pussy. She convulsed, bucking her hips wildly in an orgasmic haze, the molten velvet muscles of her ass clenching like a vise grip on Mark's shaft, milking it, practically begging him to join her in the earth-shattering climax.

But he held off, withdrawing his member with a chuckle, "Such a good girl..." he murmured as he lightly cupped and patted her butt. She was embarrassed to feel a warm glow of satisfaction at earning such praise for such a lewd and simple task of simply remaining still as her ass was fucked.

Jean gasped and sighed as her body jerked with the aftershocks of her orgasm and she felt Ororo take her hand. She opened her eyes to see her best friend gazing at her, passion and need evident upon her beautiful features. Ororo's mind was an open book to Jean and she could feel how badly she wished to cum. There was also a skein of jealousy as Mark's attention had first went to Jean and now went to his mother, Ororo barely an afterthought at the moment.

Jean kissed Ororo's plush lips, sliding her hand underneath her to stroke her mons.

"You're his first. You will always have a special place in his heart."

Ororo smiled softly, appreciative of Jean's efforts even if she didn't truly believe them. Her own hand slipping down to slowly tease the redhead's engorged and oh so sensitive clit.

"Tell me you want this, Mom." she heard Mark intone quietly.

"I want this." Laura Williams whispered. Inside of her mind, Jean could feel her vaginal muscles contract around Mark's fingers.

Mark nudged her feet, moving them shoulder-width apart, "Ask me for it."

Jean could easily sense the artificial pathways within Laura's mind, shining brighter than her natural neural network thanks to her son's mutant power. Obeying that reality, she ground her buttocks against Mark's hard cock and she spoke, "Please fuck me."

Mark's hand impacting with Laura's ass was harsh and loud in the room, "Ask right, you slut!"

The sound that passed her lips then was something like a whimper, but in it Jean heard with strange definitiveness the utter **** of Laura’s pride. She was completely his now, his manipulation of her mind complete . Laura, his own mother, was his bitch.

“Please fuck me… master.”

She let out a long slow moan that lasted the entirety of the time his cock took to slide all the way into her—and it certainly took its time. He worked his way into her ass, taking it slow yet steady, having learned the lessons of Jean's anal conquest. He took hold of her hips and used his grip to help pull her back to meet his thrusts. His balls slapped loudly against her thighs in the otherwise quiet house.

"It's too big, oh my god!" Cried Laura, the first intelligible thing she'd said after so much frantic panting and moaning.

“You don’t sound like you want this." said Mark apparently not appreciating Laura's ecstatic cries, spanking his mother's ass as he spoke, "Remember, your whole purpose in life now is to make me happy—do your fucking job or I bring this to a stop, and we spend a little time re-training you.”

“No! No, I want it, master.” This time there was less of a hesitation with the final word. She bucked her hips back against him vigorously, and her ass squeezed down around him rhythmically.

As his thrusts slowly resumed, her begging continued in ever-increasing pitch and volume. “Please fuck me, master. My whole body is yours—I know that now. I’m your slut—do whatever you want to me. Fuck your slut’s ass, master. Please, fuck your slut’s tight ass, master!”

As her inelegant pleading continued, he conceded to her request and resumed fucking her. She didn’t smile; she didn’t moan. She just held onto the tabletop for balance and begged him not to stop in an unending litany of increasingly self-debasing terms. “I’m such a stupid little slut, master, thank you for fucking me” and “please let me make you cum, master, let me earn my keep” and “I’m sorry I’ve been such a selfish cunt and haven’t made my body available before, please punish your slut’s naughty ass!”

He fucked her, quite literally, with a vengeance, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could, giving her ass a hard spank every time she asked for one—which was often. Pinned against the table with him leaning hard on her back, she used what she still had to be of service. Her **** pleading, her talented pussy, his years of contempt for her and her husband, his father. One would have to be blind to think she wasn’t loving it just as much as him, but her occasional shift from begging for more to whimpering and protesting only seemed to heighten the savagery of his fucking.

Mark paid no attention to whether she’d cum or not—had he been interested, Jean could have kept count-four orgasms so far. Laura's mouth shifted from begging to moaning a few times, highlighting her climaxes for those who cared.

Mark didn’t.

Laura's voice rose almost a whole octave, and she started raving so fast he could barely even understand her any more until she reverted to just shrieking “FUCK YOUR SLUT’S ASS MASTER!” over and over, punctuated only by Please’s and the occasional gasp for breath. She wouldn’t find out for several days yet that her neighbors heard her, and used it to inspire their own love-making. She would soon be the talk of the neighborhood.

Mark came then, Jean's pussy exploding with a sympathetic orgasm. She moaned and then she screamed as she felt the feedback of Ororo, Scott, and Joseph's simultaneous climaxes.

"The telepaths are both are objectives and our opponents." Said Scott as he knelt on one knee, only a foot back and slightly to the side of Mark's mother as she tended to his massive cock on all fours, completely naked. "Jean can control the minds of everyone else. The White Queen, the Stepford Cuckoos, Psylocke. All of them will be able to sense Jean's efforts and defend themselves."

"Only Emma would be able to resist my efforts fully." Said Jean as she sat beside Mark, wearing only the silky black negligee from his mother's closet, "But any of the rest would probably be able to alert the others before I gained full control of their minds."

From Mark's opposite side Ororo spoke up, wearing a gauzy pink number from the same collection that left her big breasts with her dark areolas fully visible, "Professor X is the true obstacle. He can take control of every person in the mansion should he feel the need to."

"That's true. Our only saving grace is that he does not make it a habit to monitor the minds of those around him."

"Really? What the fuck? Why?" Asked Mark loudly, his brows furroughing tightly.

"He does not want to invade anyone's privacy. Many potential students are leery about going to a school run by one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. There are all sorts of rumors about the Professor reading peoples' minds and knowing their every secret. He takes pains to relieve our charges of these suspicions."

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Said Mark slowly.

"Even so, his presence makes things very difficult as the telepaths we do try to capture will be able to reach out to him instantly. As soon as he is aware of our attack, it will be up to me to subdue him. The chances of me defeating Charles one on one in psychic combat aren't great, but they become zero if Emma or Betsy provide him support."

"-which is why we need a good plan." Stated Scott, "-if we are going through with this. Honestly, in my opinion, the safest option would be to avoid the mansion entirely. Build a base of power away from the X-Men..."