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Betsy got up on all fours—the motion graciously exposing Emma’s naked body behind her—and padded to the edge of the bed, where Scott stood, his cock fully erect. She played her fingerless gloves over his stiff prick. Petting it with her vinyl-covered palms, the smoothness of the material drawing a groan out of Scott, then wrapping her fingers around his shaft and rubbing fleshy heat into his length. Her face came in close to his erection, almond eyes staring in wonder at his engorged cockhead as though memorizing it. Then her tongue darted out and flicked across his glans.

Emma picked herself up to kneel behind Betsy, petting the woman’s graceful curves, moaning as if she enjoyed the touch of Betsy’s vinyl costume as much as caressing her bare flesh. “Don’t worry, Scott,” she drawled. “I know what a giving lover you are—you hate to be selfish—just let a girl go down on you, even if she’s such a whore—“

Her hand snapped against Betsy’s famously fat ass, sending a clap of impact through the room. Betsy was far too cool to yowl at a little bit of pain like that. She just smirked and wagged her hips in response to the strike. And Emma patted her ass a few times, conciliatorily.

“—that she enjoys it,” Emma concluded. “But I don’t want you to even think about Betsy’s pleasure.” She moved her hand around, over the back of Betsy’s firm thigh, then between her legs. “I’ll take good care of her. You just take care of her mouth. It’s so empty—and there’s so much room for a man to come in it…”

Scott heard Betsy gasp—felt it too, a sharp puff of warm air driven out of her lungs by what Emma’s hand was doing out of his sight. Then Betsy crooned with enjoyment and embraced his cock with her mouth, lavishing her lips around it, using her tongue to toy with what she stuffed into her mouth. Then pulling her mouth off of his throbbing erection while looking up at him with those ice-blue eyes, delighting in how the look on his face begged for more no matter how stoic he was.

The way Betsy suckled him was incredibly different from how Emma gave a blowjob, which was one of two ways. She could be high-class when she wanted to be: not just sucking him off, but making it look like a sensual interplay of her lips and his prick while she did it, all poise and craft while her decadent enjoyment of cocksucking shone through. But that was for show.

The real Emma—or the realer Emma, because Emma loved her artifice so much it was a full part of her—had a truly gluttonous appetite for cock. When her lust was up, she didn’t like to wait through a bunch of teasing and tantalizing. Uncaring how she looked, how tears inevitably brimmed in her eyes and ruined her mascara, she gagged herself on his dick, giving him the most sloppy blowjobs imaginable, determined to force his seed out of his balls no matter how Scott might resist. And he did resist, if only to try and enjoy Emma gurgling and sputtering for as long as possible.

Then there was Betsy. She approached sucking him off much like she did everything else: like a tiny, perfect work of art. Now that she’d gotten a taste of him—now that she’d taught herself the shape of his cock in her mouth—Betsy took him between her lips and sucked him hard but not stringently. Drawing his warmth down into her gullet to meet the heat of her passionate body. Her lips sealed around his cockhead in a sucking kiss—released him, trapped him; trapped him, released him. Scott groaned at the gulping feel of the freedom, his desperation to feel her hunger once again, then the sanctuary of feeling her pull at his erection again.

He had to admit, he’d imagined this happening before. More than once, an idle daydream had involved Psylocke and more than once, she’d been in this skimpy little leotard, the mocking lingerie that almost made her more naked than nudity, she wore it so well, so callous about how her perfect body looked on display like it was that it became obscene erotica. Nakedness would be innocent in comparison.

Usually in the fantasy she would drag him off to the corner just after they’d finished a mission and suck his cock while the rest of the team was right around the corner. There wasn’t the rush of adrenaline that came with a fight fueling them now, nor was there the dangerous element of fooling around out in public, but it was still more exciting than any of his fantasies had ever been.

The sheer reality of it, which deftly eclipsed his or any other man’s imagination, was augmented by Emma’s perverse approval, her kinky interplay with what would be unfaithfulness in any other relationship. Scott’s head drifted back, his eyes shutting. Yes, actually experiencing Betsy sucking his cock was infinitely better than his wildest fantasies.       

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Emma said. She petted Betsy’s purple hair, kissed the crown of her head—then steepled her hands on Betsy’s skull and eased her forward, taking more of Scott’s cock into her mouth, more and more and more… Open wide, ‘Betts’. My Scott has so much to give and you’re going to take it all. Every last inch. Good girl… good girl… don’t let some pesky gag reflex ruin our fun… you don’t get his cum until you’ve gotten all that cock down your slutty throat.

Emma smiled. Betsy was being a good girl already. Bottoming just like she had, worshipping that big cock, and letting Emma show her just the way to submit to it. Following the rhythm Scott liked so much, her mouth rolling back and forth on his member, back and forth, until it was impossible for him not to come.

Emma kept talking to Scott while she watched how Betsy sucked. It really was something, seeing someone else’s mouth wrapped around Scott’s prick. “And I suppose a tactical genius like you must know to quit when you’re ahead. Are you going to finish in her mouth? Once that would’ve struck me as a little anticlimactic, but seeing the way she’s cradling your dick in her mouth, now I couldn’t blame you one bit. Although if I were you, I’d want to ride her. Don’t you want to ride her, Scott?”

Scott forced himself to straighten up and opened his eyes, to see that Emma had moved to literally sit on the back of the kneeling Betsy, treating her like a Shetland pony as she leaned over her crouched form to kiss Scott on the lips.

He immediately leaned in and deepened the kiss, showing his appreciation for the surreal surprise she’d arranged for him. He still didn’t really understand why she’d invited Betsy to join them in the bedroom; as kinky as Emma could be, he would’ve thought she’d want him all to herself. As hot as Betsy was, he didn’t know if playing with her as sufficient inducement to get Emma to share her toys. But whatever her reasons, he was grateful to her and he wanted her to know that.

She moaned into his mouth and fed him her tongue, which he happily welcomed in. While his girlfriend’s tongue wrestled with and playfully dominated his, the tongue of his fantasy slithered around his shaft as she slid her lips down his cock. Scott would’ve been thankful for one of those sensations—he would never have expected to receive both at once—but he was more than happy to accept his incredible luck.

Emma finally pulled back and smiled at him. “So how is she?” she asked. “Is she any good at sucking cock?”

“Very good,” he admitted. “Very, very good.”

And Betsy did indeed know what she was doing down there. She used her mouth on him while simultaneously playing with his balls and massaging the muscles of his ass, clearly getting off on touching his long-lusted-after body.

“Is she better than me?” Emma asked, narrowing her eyes and staring at him in challenge.

Betsy seemed interested in the answer as well. For the first time since Scott’s taste had hit her tongue, she stopped sucking on him and paused in the suddenly silent room. He glanced down between his legs and saw her staring up at him, waiting for his answer even as she kept his cock stretching open her lips.

“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s no way I’m answering that.”

Emma glared at him for a few seconds but then she chuckled. “Fine. Have it your way, coward,” she said. “If you’re not going to give us an answer, I don’t think you deserve to have either of us sucking your cock.” Betsy didn’t seem to agree with that since she kept right on bobbing her head on his length. “I think you should pleasure us instead.” Now that got their guest’s agreement. She stopped sucking his cock and released him from her mouth with a pop of her lips.

“I have no problem with that,” he said. He would miss having Betsy’s mouth on his cock, but after Emma had done him the courtesy of arranging this spectacular threesome, the least he could do was let her call the shots as she clearly wished to do.

“I didn’t think you would,” Emma said. She stood up off Betsy’s back, so now with the bed’s added height she towered over Scott—her loins level with his face. She pressed one bare foot between Betsy’s shoulder blades and shoved her down, her belly hitting the mattress with a squeal of bedsprings, Emma more imposing than ever as she held Betsy down while looming over Scott. “Betsy, you find some other way to have fun for now. I’m sure Scott will have plenty of fantasies to act out with you later, but right now he has a job to do. And you know how Scott is about his duty.”

“Emma…” Betsy said warningly, her teeth gritted, which only made Emma tap her foot on her back.

“Hush, darling. There’ll be more than enough table scraps for you once I’m done with the main course. And I don’t intend to miss the show when he actually uses that cock on you, but you should know having Scott Summers eat your pussy is a full-time job.”

“Em-ma!” Betsy complained again, her voice now a girlish whine, but though she seethed, she seemed kinky enough to allow Emma her way. Taunted by being held down, literally underfoot… Scott’s cock inches away, throbbing and pulsing in mid-air, but denied to her while Emma assuaged the hunger Betsy herself had helped provoke in her.

Scott was starting to get a feeling for why Emma had included Betsy in their festivities. But a little tawdriness like Emma having misgivings about being dominated was hardly enough to make him put a stop to this. He slipped his hands around Emma’s wide hips to grab a hold of her fat ass and press her cunt into his face. Emma rocked her hips against his mouth as they fell into lockstep. She didn’t move too roughly though, at least at first. She didn’t want to simply hump his face; she wanted him to use his mouth on her, and too much movement from her would make that difficult even for Scott.  

He put his mouth to use right away, licking at her vulva hungrily. He loved his girlfriend’s taste and her smell; he could never get enough of either. Scott would gladly spend hours worshipping her pussy if she would let him, which she always did, and if they had the time, which they almost always didn’t.

He doubted they would have tonight, with Betsy demanding his time as well, but he was going to show Emma all the affection she deserved for as long as he had the opportunity. He didn’t leave it only to his mouth either. While fondling her creamy ass was always fun, he had a higher purpose and a more important target to focus on right now. He brought his fingers into the fray, reaching between her legs and rubbing at her slit. She moaned and slowly rocked her hips against his face.

“I hope you didn’t bring me in here just to leave me out in the cold, Scott,” Betsy said, her frustration mounting with her growing desire. “I know Emma’s enough of a bitch to have a threesome just to show off how hard she gets to come, but I always thought you were a Boy Scout…!”

Scott might have pointed out that he wasn’t the one who had brought her in here if his mouth hadn’t been busy tending to his girlfriend, but he knew it was just Betsy’s way of needling him. As much shit as Emma pulled, the buck stopped with him—and Emma had been right. He wouldn’t just take what he wanted from Betsy and leave her bereft, no matter how that whorish treatment appealed to either Betsy or Emma.

“Hhg!” Emma gasped suddenly, Scott’s tongue doing something special inside her. “You should—NN—be grateful, dear—OOH—I know how desperate—HUU—desperately you’ve wanted this—mmmph! Be glad I’m including—oh! Oh!—you at all! Scott—!”

Heedless of her words, Scott moved his hands to her supple thighs, stroking the milky flesh a moment, then manually forcing her legs apart, making Emma stand with her legs akimbo, releasing Betsy from her half-willing submission—and into sudden deference to Scott.

“Summers, what the bloody hell—ungh! You… I… you’d best not stop, Scott, if you let up for one minute…!”

But Scott kept lapping at her wet folds, endlessly devouring the new arousal she favored him with, while his hands went to work at quite a different task. He grabbed Betsy under her arms and pulled her over the side of the bed, until she was bent at the waist, her big ass on the edge of the bed, up in the air while her upper body dangled upside-down to the floor.

With Betsy’s juicy ass now his to play with, her wide hips and succulent buttocks on display, Scott kept up his devouring of Emma’s pussy, keeping her content, while his hands felt out Betsy’s body. He played them down the back of her leotard to where the vinyl narrowed into the slender stripe that ran between her buttocks to cover her perineum and come up over her groin.

There, he stroked her, between where her generous asscheeks would crowd out his hand and where her crotch was pressed down to the mattress. He easily felt her wetness, both a damp heat surging through the suit’s material and an airy moisture clinging to her surrounding thighs and buttocks. She was soaked and still trickling, desperately needing attention, and Scott knew she had come here for him to give it to her.

He felt honored that such a gorgeous woman had singled him out to pleasure her and lucky as hell that Emma had allowed it to come to pass, no matter what her ulterior motives. He hadn’t gotten many lucky breaks in his life—he was fully determined to take complete advantage of this one, and give Betsy and Emma a night neither of them would ever forget.