Swingers

The young eighteen year old mutant casually pulled off his shirt as he entered the hotel room, "So you guys are swingers? That's cool, I guess. Kind of lowers my interest a bit. But then, Jean, you're like the hottest woman I've ever laid eyes on which more than makes up for it."

Jean enjoyed the compliment, the attention of the charming young mutant. God, he had such a magnetic personality! She was inside his head and knew his intentions... intimately. She knew she should do something about it but she was really having trouble marshaling the will.

He turned back to them as they followed him into the room and he dropped his pants to the floor. Jean's eyes naturally gravitated to the teenager's third leg, dangling huge and incredibly fat between his thighs. The rest of him was unremarkable. He was a short kid, with a lithe runner's build. He generally looked like a sudden gust of wind would knock him over. Though he had a very pleasant, boyish face with an absolutely devilishly handsome smile.

But that cock... Even soft, the mutant's shaft made the most 'gifted' of the men look pre-pubescent by comparison. It sent shivers of arousal all throughout her body. She could sense Scott's embarrassment with his own preoccupation with Ethan's member and his own involuntary reaction. Jean could dip into his mind and feel what it was like to have an achingly hard penis stuffed into his jeans. The awareness that it was Ethan's massive endowment causing it. The thought of what it would be like to see Jean getting savagely fucked by that immense powerful phallus. The embarrassment that his wife was looking at a cock so much larger and powerful than his own. How much he wanted Ethan to like him, to be his friend, to fuck his wife, and give him another one of those earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms.

Jean was in awe. The depth of Ethan's power was crazy. She was just glad it was in the hands of such a pleasant relatively benign wielder. She shuddered at the thought of what someone like Magneto would do with it. Ethan just wanted to bang hot girls and while that was pretty immature, Jean couldn't help but feel a thrill at it despite herself.

Ethan threw himself back onto the bed, sending that serpent swinging and flopping wildly until it settled to drape casually across one thigh. He grinned, propping himself up on his elbows and in this position Jean noted his stomach had a light six pack. Nothing on her husband's rock hard abdominals but quite visually appealing on his thin frame even so. "Well, let's get this party started, shall we? Strip down for me you two and then stand at attention!"

They obeyed, naturally. The dominant male in the room had spoken. Jean loved the way his eyes remained glued to her. For once she didn't curse the obscene proportions of her figure. She felt a rush in her loins as Ethan's cock got hard just from looking at her, proving he was still at heart a horny teenager.

Beside her Scott was completely nude, standing stiffly. She could feel his shame and discomfort. This was the first time another man had seen his erection. And the first time he'd been in the room with another man's. And Ethan's was so so sooo much larger. Scott felt like Ethan deserved to fuck his wife and Jean was surprised to realize that she agreed.

Ethan got up. His cock swayed, jutting out before him and dominating the space between them. "Wow! You two are quite the pair!"

Jean could see his thoughts. See how he saw her, complete with adjectives that both embarrassed and charmed her. That she was built like a porn star. Her tits jutted out as if no one had bothered to subject them to gravity, massive perfectly shaped hemispheres, hard pink nipples, perfectly complected along with the rest of her. She had a narrow waist with a perfectly flat stomach, then wide hips with a big bubble butt behind it over two long meaty thighs. Her skin didn’t have a blemish anywhere on it; her hair shined like it was ready for a shampoo commercial; her teeth gleamed like they’d just been bleached.

One of Ethan's hands cupped her boob and she bit her lip at the pleasant tingle. His other hand poked a finger into Scott's thick pectoral muscle, "Seriously! You guys are something else! Jean here is Playboy bunny material and shit, Scott! You're like Arnold in his prime! What are you a competitive body-builder?"

"Ah. No. I just like to keep myself fit." Her husband was uncomfortable at the attention but he took some solace from his greater physique in the face of Ethan's giant erection outstripping his quite near to each other. He was also rather fixated on the size of the teenager's scrotum, each testicle was enormous, each one's round shape clearly defined within the badly stretched sack. Jean could have mentally told him that the size of a man's balls did very little for her except that in this case that wasn't true. Thanks to Ethan's power she found those big dangling nuts captivating, deeply arousing, and just generally a sign of how much of a man he was despite his youth.

Ethan flicked Scott's washboard stomach, "I guess you do. Good for you, man." Then he turned fully to Jean and she couldn't help but lean into his touch, letting out a sigh as both of his hands clutched her breasts. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh and his thumbs rubbed her nipples. That great big cock of his jutted up between them to first slide across her toned stomach then it went right between her breasts, forcing space for itself within her cleavage with pleasant firmness.

She was ready for the kiss, seeing the intention form in his mind and she bent down to accept the shorter boy's lips and his tongue into her mouth. Scott was right there but that made the tingle of her arousal even stronger, tinging with something corrupt and naughty. The fact that he liked what he was seeing was thinking about Ethan fucking her made it okay, except that was because of Ethan's power...but Jean couldn't quite bring herself to do the right thing as she melted into the kiss, moaning into his mouth when his hands grabbed her bottom and squeezed.

Even as she made out with the boy her mind remained connected to his and she saw his desires and without thinking she acted on them. When he pulled away she turned to her husband.

“Fuck me now please, Scott.”

He was a bit taken back, surprised. His desire to see her taken by Ethan preeminent in his head. But he could not ignore her as she crawled on to the bed sensually, slowly.

It was not that easy for Scott, so conscious of Ethan being there and particularly Ethan's massive erection, to perform, to do what Jean asked; but there she was on all fours on the bed, completely naked and just so slightly wiggling her rump at him, she wanted to be taken doggie fashion.

She saw the consternation in his thoughts. Why not missionary so he would not see Ethan's penis, could then almost ignore him as he nuzzled Jean’s hair or kissed her? But she did not want this and he could feel, no see, Ethan’s eyes on his cock as he held it ready to push into Jean, see him smile as contact was made and entry achieved. Scott could not but enjoy fucking Jean, feeling her soft bottom against his thighs yet he was being watched. Was Ethan assessing his performance? He tried to make his performance manly, emulate the way actors performed in pornography.

“I, I don’t like to see you left out.” Jean said, her eyes on Ethan's cock as he stroked it slowly. The idea was born of her own desire but also strengthened by the knowledge that Scott would like to see her suck it. The image had appeared alternately in his head as he fought to keep his attention on her snug warm depths rather than Ethan's massive prick.

She played the part of swinger beckoning Ethan, inviting him forward. Scott did not miss a thrust despite the fact his total attention was on the teenager's wildly swinging cock as he approached. His hips did slow as he watched with rapt anticipation for Jean to take him in hand and pull him by his cock towards her. And then she was licking his cock, yes her tongue was actually on Ethan’s penis; his wife was licking another man’s cock! His view was not obscured, Jean ensured it seeing through his eyes and keeping Ethan slightly to the side of her.

Scott could see Jean’s tongue slipping around the huge swollen glans of Ethan’s penis head and then as Scott gave a slightly harder thrust her lips went around it. It was bizarre, as Scott pushed forward against Jean’s bottom and felt the hot slipperiness of her sex on his penis; the effect was to push Jean’s mouth onto Ethan’s cock. Not only was he watching the porn-show of his wife blowing a man but he was the agent of the movement, his hands clasped Jean’s hips, he could control the blow-job, he was not just watching but involved, indeed he was the prime mover of the scene, he was causing the action.

It was erotic for Scott, excitingly so. She felt his fascination and excitement of watching what his wife was doing. As he pushed her lips slipped up Ethan’s cock; as he pulled back they slid back up; he could pull her right off, let that massive cockhead out into the air, and then push again and the lips would part and the glans slip in. Scott pushed harder and felt the sensation building, the electric feel of the imminent orgasm and Jean enjoyed it too. Across her back his eyes caught those of Ethan and it seemed as if whilst the gaze held so did his orgasm freeze on the brink, a delicious sensation as he pushed and pulled—the ‘freeze frame’ of an orgasm. Then his gaze dropped and he cried with the intensity as he pumped and pumped into Jean before falling back on the bed quite exhausted.

Scott was relegated to spectator. His bolt shot, his gun fired, his powder used, he no longer had a penis of interest to Jean. It was true. He sat on the bed in some confusion, his damp cock lying spent on its nest of hair whilst Ethan with his strong erection took over the task of bringing Jean to orgasm.

Scott’s coming had left Jean unfulfilled and she was quick to present her rump to Ethan inviting him to take Scott’s place.

Naturally Ethan was happy to sink into Jean and enjoy the experience of feeling Jean’s buttocks pushing against his thighs and feel again the velvety wetness of her sex on his cock but this time with the very positive involvement of Jean as she pushed hard back against him.

Jean's breath all rushed out of her at once as the teenager plowed into her, spreading her tight, gripping cunt around his enormous shaft, her pale pink pussy lips bulging around the monstrous member as her body was **** to accommodate it. She felt stretched taut, as if one slight fray could make her snap, but there was something else. A wonderful feeling of fullness, of completion, and a tingling warmth she'd nearly forgotten. And the shameful, delicious thrill that she was cheating on Scott right in front of him in more ways than one.

Ethan grit his teeth, stifling a gasp as Jean's tight, hot cavern convulsed around his cock. She was in his head, experiencing the moment, the sensations, the pleasure from both sides. Fuck, she was tight! She clenched down around his shaft with almost painful ****, her walls **** to meld against the shaft, even the pulsing of his veins feeling constrained by her. His hands gripped two handfuls of her magnificent ass, and he slammed forward, forcing her to take the rest of him in one stroke. She let out a strangled gasp, shuddering and tensing, and then, he began to thrust.

Jean sank her teeth into her lower lip so hard she tasted blood. That massive, monstrous, magnificent shaft was skewering her harder and deeper than anything she could imagine. She shivered, biting back her moans as her fingers dug into the sheets, losing herself in the act, forgetting all about Scott, as she started to roll her hips back to meet Ethan's thrusts, casting everything else out of her mind. It was rough, it was dirty, it was hot, and she loved it.

Following Ethan's thoughts she was made aware of her husband once again.

The teenager looked at Scott and raised his eyebrows and nodded smugly, taking in her husband's resurgent erection. Jean noted that it was ferociously hard, the purple head swollen with blood and the veins bulging. She didn't think she'd ever seen it so hard and big. He wanted to touch it. Badly. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Her husband was uptight even here in this situation, warped by Ethan's influence.

Jeans thoughts left Scott when Ethan's returned to her.

There was no need for haste; Ethan set the pace of his strokes so as not to rush the coming; not for him the quick ejaculation; he was going to savour this – and did. He enjoyed the feel of her round ass in his hands and the way his thick shaft parted her pussy, distending her asscheeks with its girth. He loved the tightness of her pussy, the squeezing of her internal muscles. It was amusing to watch the spectator, see Scott sitting there, his dick achingly erect, captivated, watching him now performing with Jean, being able to lean forward across her back and take her perfect dangling breasts in hand and feel the hard points of her nipples.

"Alright. I'm about to cum and when I do you are both going to have the best climaxes of your lives, another long-lasting mind blowing orgasms!"

That set Jean off.

Jean's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in ragged panting , wanton moans, and shameless begging. 'Harder! Fuck me harder, please!' and 'Deeper! Faster! I want it!'. She wailed her lungs out, egging Ethan on, feeling that tangled skein of bliss that wound leisurely through her body tightening into a beautiful, fiery knot in her belly. She squeezed him firmly, clenching her magnificent ass to ramp up the pressure, wringing a strangled gasp from the young man as he plowed into her, bouncing and jostling her atop the bed as his immense, throbbing pillar plunged again and again into her slick, molten tightness. So close..

With eyes squeezed tightly shut and a seizing cry that echoed throughout hotel room, Jean came, her world exploding in a rush of dazzling lights and a beautiful, tingling fire that consumed her entire being. Her beautiful face was etched in an ecstatic expression of bliss, and her cunny erupted in a tidal wave of sensation, the delicious, sinful, heavenly pleasure burning in her veins, searing her from her lips to her toes. She was drowning in herself.

The seizing, shuddering convulsions of Jean's already incredible tightness pushed Ethan to the edge

And he did. Jean's orgasmic moans took on a higher pitch as Ethan drove himself as far as he could, pinning Jean hard against the headboard and his body, his jerking, spasming cock exploding with a burst of hot, frothy cum so forceful they could both -hear- it smack against the mouth of her womb, drenching her innermost core with his thick, virile seed. He pumped his hips in hard, shallow motions, bucking with each jet of warm, creamy spunk he blasted into Jean's overstuffed quim, the excess already squirting out in small, sluggish streams with every thrust. Jean's mouth hung open and her vision swam, each splatter of his hot, gooey jism sending a jolt of pleasure through her orgasm-wracked body, accompanied by the wonderful, shameful feeling of her defenseless womb being flooded with so much of the deliciously warm, creamy, potent spunk. It was dangerous, it was debasing, it was fucking wonderful.

Beside them Scott roared in his own orgasm, hips thrusting haphazardly into the air as he gripped the bed and his rock hard dick sent spurt after spurt shooting wildly into the air. The first splattering against the ceiling and the rest continually fountaining back down on himself and the bed around him.