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Scott arrived, his cock spurting heavy ropes of cum into Emma’s vulnerable bowels. His seed shot deep—thick, sizzling ejaculations taking up all the space inside Emma’s colon. His balls quivered and clenched while they emptied themselves.

“You’re doing it! You’re coming in my ass!” Emma shrieked in excitement. “Oh God, YES! PUT IT ALL UP MY ASS! FILL ME UP! I LOVE IT! GOD, I LOVE YOUR CUM!”

His ejaculation slowing, Scott began to piston into Emma’s well-used ass, his pistoning cock shooting out wads of cum with each thrust he made to her rectum. Emma’s eyes crossed as she felt his jizz splattering inch after inch of her colon, packing her full until his own cum bathed Scott’s cock on every stroke he gave her.

When he pulled out of her, viscous strands of cum held onto his shaft, ran from it like oil dripping from an engine. More was pumped out of Emma’s ass when Scott forced his way back inside her, his still-hard cock leaving no room for the seed he’d already deposited. It gushed out of her, flowing over her quivering cunt, washing over her pink folds almost as much as Scott would’ve if he’d fucked her pussy instead.

“You’re even coming in my pussy. You cocked me in the ass and my pussy’s still fucked!” Emma drooled, her voice haggard by now, her eyes dilated and unfocused. She didn’t mind letting Jean see how Scott had broken her. Jean would’ve begged him to stop long before she was lucky enough to be shattered with ecstasy as Emma had been.

Scott fucked into her so hard that she was jolted all over Jean’s body. Her breasts rolled against Jean’s and her hard nipples clawed at Jean’s creamy flesh. Scott shot one more scalding dose of his seed into Emma’s bowels, then he pulled away from her, unplugging himself from Emma’s splayed anus. He took his slimy member in hand and began stroking it, bringing his body towards another climax as he stared into the cleft of Emma’s luscious ass.

“What are you doing? OHHHH!” Emma moaned, feeling his scalding hot cum now inundate the outside of her ass like it’d splashed inside her. She purred happily into Jean’s ear, rubbing her face against the redhead’s. “He’s coming all over my ass… making sure I know just how hot I get him… that I belong to him… has he ever claimed you like this, Jean? Even when I’m throwing myself at him, he has to let me know that I’m his—hnnn—that he can take me whenever he likes—OHH! So much cum—he’s going to cover me inside and out!”

Scott did hold his prick just over Emma’s parted thighs as he pumped out the rest of his load. One jet plinked into her splayed anus, impacting with the silvery semen that was already flowing out of her defeated sphincter. Another skipped over her pert buttock and landed on the small of her back. Another hit her slit itself, seeming to hiss on the overheated pink flesh like one was scorching the other.

“OHH! OH! OHHH!” Emma keened, her eyes shut, her teeth dug into her lower lip.

“What a gorgeous ass,” Scott finally sighed. “What a nice fat ass you’ve got for me to fuck.”

He found an unvarnished part of Emma’s abundant ass and slapped his cockhead against it, clearing it of the glimmers of cum that still clung to his knob. Then he wiped his manhood against her boiling skin, smearing her lush flesh with the last of his jism. Trickles of it ran down her thighs and buttocks.

Emma reached back to swipe her hand over the tiny rivers crossing her thick ass. Not to clear them away, but to rub them into her skin. Then she brought her palm up and licked it clean before Jean’s staring eyes.

“That’s all of it. Every drop of cum he had in him,” Emma whispered quietly. She seemed deep in thought as she rubbed her wet hand across her face, streaking it with the evidence of Scott’s satisfaction. “That’s how much he comes for a dirty slut like me. A slut he can fuck up the ass and know she’ll suck him off after. How about it, Scott? We’ve shown Jean I’ll bend over for you. Now let’s show her I can get a mouthful of cum from you too. I’ll even let her go first. Try to get you to come in that mouth of hers. But even if you skull-fuck Jean, I bet you won’t be able to finish. Who wants to see that mannish face of hers wrapped around your dick when you can fuck my lips instead? And do feel free to use my mouth as hard as you want, Scott dear. Anything that gets me a taste of your cum sooner…”

But it wasn’t to be. Dhalua moved at last… moved at the rapid, yet deliberate pace of one who had seen enough, taken in all the facets of a situation, decided on a course of action, then set about accomplishing it as efficiently as possible.

She simply picked up Emma in her strong arms, lifting her off of Jean’s body, and tossed her to Scott. Scott caught the blonde, staggering back under her unexpected weight. Dhalua moved to take Emma’s place above Jean.

Her eyes sparkled with sadistic enjoyment as she saw how Jean was panting with mortified desire, blushing until her skin was almost as red as her hair. But there was sympathy in the way Dhalua stroked Jean’s quivering flesh.

“This Emma is a very selfish lover, isn’t she? She knows how to bring great passion, but only in the service of her ego. And she knows how to torment you with great desire, but not when to allow you a respite…”

She looked away from Jean, favoring Scott with her gaze instead.

“You’re quite a man. Very stubborn. Much stamina. But you spoil your woman. Let her be greedy because you enjoy supplying what her urges demand. But this makes Emma uncaring of others’ needs. If you intend to mate both her and the red-hair, you’ll need to train her to be more giving.”

“Giving? What the bloody hell are you talking about?” Emma demanded, struggling until Scott set her down and, like a flailing cat, she’d reclaimed her dignity. “Jean’s a goddamn cuckold—it’s her fucking fetish! She likes seeing Scott fuck another woman in front of her! For Christ’s sake, I’m a bloody psychic, you think I can’t tell?”

Dhalua ignored her affront, running her fingertips over Jean’s tits and belly instead. “You’ve invested her with a great amount of desire, it’s true. But now it’s time to satisfy her craving. You can torture her more later. She’s had her fill for now…” She eyed the dildo ravaging Jean’s cunt. “Come. Don’t hold back. Let it out. I want to see what your orgasm looks like.”

Shame and excitement electrified Jean’s body with a deep flush. She writhed against her bindings, unable to hold back the immense orgasm rippling inside her, building, mounting, a burning fury about to be unleashed. Dhalua’s fingers added to the erotic sensations coursing through her, claiming her entire body for the expression of a new pleasure.

“That’s it,” Dhalua breathed. “Come. Fuck yourself. Let me see you make it happen. Faster, faster!” Dhalua forced the dildo in and out of Jean’s cunt. With wicked enjoyment, she went faster, then slower, then twirled it inside Jean. Harrowing her with an endless array of new sensations. “Come,” she quietly insisted. “Come. Come. Come.”

“I am!” Jean cried. “Please, no more, I can’t—“

But the voluptuous feeling continued bursting inside her, filling her with perverse enjoyment. And no matter what Jean said, there was no hiding what was written on her face. Burning in every inch of her body.

“You love it, don’t you? You love what’s happening to your pussy. You can’t fool me, you are a cuckold, a masochist—in every way, a bottom bitch. Enjoy it, red-hair, because there’s lots more coming your way. No hiding what you’re feeling now.”

It humiliated Jean that her perverted urges were so apparent to Dhalua. Her climax throbbed and burned through her body until she was left trembling under the vicious assault Dhalua was pleasuring her with. She felt her cunt sucking at the dildo in a truly shameful display. And she couldn’t keep herself from thrusting her hips upward into her own impalement.

Jean kept screaming and throwing her body up at Dhalua until her orgasm had finally finished. And then she begged Dhalua to take the dildo away. Dhalua only shook her head. If Jean truly wanted to be free, she had plenty of power to make it so. Her body wanted something else.

She petted Jean’s body in slow, sensual caresses that soon carried away the pain from her oversensitive pussy and left her with the pleasure of being fucked coming back all over again. Emma had called her frigid, but Dhalua proved that wasn’t the case. Only what Jean got off on was still how Scott had cheated right in front of her. It was perverse, debauched—and if Dhalua stopped now, Jean would never forgive her.

Dhalua’s eyes shone with cruel purpose. Suddenly, she jerked the dildo away from Jean, leaving her empty, and climbed onto the table until she straddled the redhead’s face. Her cunt already ran wet with arousal. Jean tried to twist her face away, but there was no avoiding the heated sensation of Dhalua’s damp flesh on her cheek.

“Taste me,” Dhalua ordered, grinding her hips downward, rubbing her slick pussy all over Jean’s features.

Jean could already taste her—the tangy flavor stinging her nostrils and pushing into her mouth no matter how tightly she closed it. And she responded to the smell and taste. Passion heated inside her, slicking between her legs, throbbing where the dildo no longer touched her. She tensed her thighs together, knowing that if the dildo were inside her now, she would come on it.

Jean was ashamed of how much she gave in to the smell and taste of another woman’s sex. Soon, she couldn’t resist the urge to stick her tongue out onto Dhalua’s labia, soft and yielding, full of taste to light up Jean’s mouth. She licked with her tongue and felt Dhalua’s trilling clit on its tip, with Dhalua squirming as she was touched there, pressing her cunt down even harder on Jean’s face. Jean felt like she was being suffocated, but she still liked the taste, liked the feel of Dhalua’s inner folds on her tongue and against her lips.

“That’s it,” Dhalua cooed lovingly, encouraging the lust inside Jean rather than ordering her about as Emma had. “Lick my pussy… I know there’s no getting enough of that taste… oh… feels as good for me as it tastes for you… YES! Put it in deeper! And, mmmm, suck me… pretend you’re kissing Scott… suck on my lips… tickle inside me… unnnmmm! Just like that…”

Emma found herself growing enthralled with the new coupling—then she felt how enthralled Scott was, as his rising erection brushed against her ass. Scott softly exhaled, as if reminded of how soft her skin was by his inadvertent touching of it, and Emma turned around in a huff. Had he forgotten about her? Misplaced his love for her so he could gawk at Jean and her new dyke lover instead?

Well, that was just fine—but if Dhalua could benefit from all the work Emma had put in getting Jean nice and hot, so too could Emma take advantage of Scott’s newfound hardness.

“I believe you promised me more of your cum in my mouth,” she said to Scott, conveniently forgetting that’d been a promise she’d made on his behalf. “We can forego trying it in Jean’s face—it’s clearly occupied.”