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Then, abruptly, Dhalua remembered herself. The passion was still there, just like the lingering taste of Scott’s cum up and down her esophagus, but she was in control. She knew how this appetite would be indulged.

Coming up to her feet, Dhalua jutted her chest out, rocking back on her heels so her loins were canted out too. She reached down to her labia and opened it with her hands, displaying herself to anyone who cared to see.

Then her eyes fixed on Jean and Emma.

“Service me as he did,” she whispered. It didn’t matter which of them obeyed; she was ready for both. One at a time or all at once, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the need raging inside her and who would satisfy it.

They wasted no time going to her. Jean gave Emma a shove to make her circle around Dhalua and kneel before her ass; Emma was too lustful not to go along with it. Jean fell to her knees before Dhalua. Already the black woman felt Emma’s tongue pressing into the tight cleft of her ass. Then Jean licked into her naked pussy.

Dhalua’s lungs emptied in an astonished outcry of pleasure as Jean’s tongue snaked deep into her tight cunt, while Emma pulled Dhalua’s buttocks apart with her hands, wiggling her own tongue into the puckered opening to Dhalua’s rectum.

“Oh, how delicious!” Dhalua gasped. Both Jean and Emma knew what they were doing, pushing their experienced tongues deep into either of her quivering holes.

Dhalua grabbed Jean’s shoulders; cried out again and again. The redhead’s face moved with the licking of her cunt, whipping Dhalua’s slit into a juicy lather within seconds. While Emma had the tongue of Dhalua’s dreams—flexing and wiggling and drilling so fast into Dhalua’s asshole that the woman could barely breathe.

Dhalua lowered herself a fraction of an inch and howled at having their tongues even further in her body. Dhalua shuddered and Jean reached up to take her breasts in a loving grip. Her breathing was ragged. The women’s tongues never slowed down, making Dhalua arch her back.

Her chest pushed into Jean’s steady grip and the redhead squeezed its roundness, loving the feel of those globes as ardently as she loved the taste of Dhalua’s pussy. Dhalua sighed and Jean loosened her grip, watching the soft flesh of her bosom spring back into place after her released fingers. She closed them on Dhalua’s teats again. Dhalua gasped louder and rocked on Emma’s expert mouth, the motion rolling her breasts into Jean’s caressing touch.

Dhalua threw her hips out shamelessly, rubbing her sex and her anus on both the tonguing fondles she was receiving. Jean reached up further, pushing one of Dhalua’s own breasts up into her face until she’d fed it to the islander. Dhalua groaned and sucked her own stiff nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard on it, moving her body in faster gyrations between the two sources of ecstatic pleasure she was lucky enough to receive.

Then she felt a mouth on her other stingingly erect nipple. She looked down to see Scott having taken it into his mouth. Dhalua sucked with him, thrusting even faster onto the amazing tongues that were fucking her.

She hoped she could hold out against this onslaught of sensation. It was too good to let end, but too good to resist as well. She moaned like an utter slut, slobbering on her breast as she sucked the throbbing nipple. Scott did the same to her other stiff nub.

Dhalua pounded her hips back and forth in jerks and circles, unable to hold herself to a rhythm when both Emma and Jean offered such tantalizing pleasures at the ends of their tongues. Twisting and tasting deep in both her holes.

Dhalua moaned again, grinding teeth into her big soft breast. Already she felt herself sparking and flaring deep within her core, far beyond where two tongues could reach. But together, they were making themselves felt.

Dhalua laughed richly, knowing she would give in to all three’s lust for her, if that was the phrasing for her to allow herself to be worshipped, and she rocked her bare body in the cool air that seemed barely able to get through the three X-Men to touch her. She looked down at Jean, holding her tongue up inside Dhalua. The redhead’s cheeks and nose were shiny with the wetness of Dhalua’s pussy, her eyes closed with the taste of it. Her hair shook and shimmered, her head wiggling with what her tongue was doing inside Dhalua.

Dhalua came suddenly, shockingly, gasping as her sex tightened on Jean’s tongue. Her mouth released her breast; it fell heavily to its own jiggling, bouncing percussion. Scott took it in his hand, took both her tits in his hands, now kissing the one Dhalua had just let go of while his hand kneaded the excited teat he’d left behind like bread dough.

Dhalua sighed, looking down at that staggeringly kissable mouth the man had, sucking on her overstretched nipple and making it feel like Dhalua hadn’t touched it herself a moment ago, like no one had ever touched it until him. She put her hands in his thick brown hair and crooned a long warning.

Her pussy flexed again, but could not squeeze tight enough to get Jean’s incredible tongue out of it. She sped up her pistoning hips, practically vibrating on Jean’s tongue and on Emma’s. Their busy mouths worked harder and Dhalua felt her convulsing pussy become a new orgasm.

Her ass whipped in spasms that felt tiny compared to what was happening in her cunt. She wailed—her insides fired—she knew that Jean had enough of a taste of her to commit to memory. Scott held her, his hands stroking and rubbing her upper body just as Jean and Emma stroked her legs, her thighs, her hips and buttocks.

Three sets of hands massaged her orgasm out of her; fired it into a flashing blast that made her scream. She shoved Scott’s face between her breasts until she felt the chill of his ruby quartz blaze into her décolletage. His mouth licked and sucked what it could while the women did the same to her cunt, her ass, and it was all too much.

Whoever was the alpha of this bunch, they’d either taught the others well, or all three of them had learned from each other. Each mouth seemed full of the same desire to obscenely possess her. Dhalua felt another powerful charge mount in her sex and then release.

Jean moaned, her mouth running over with the delicious juices that were her exclusive reward for the efforts of the entire trio. Dhalua found that fitting, after Jean had worn the horns and fired the sweetness of Scott and Emma’s affair with her diminishment.

Emma’s tongue was jammed so far up Dhalua’s ass that it seemed like the blonde wanted to keep it there forever. The more Dhalua writhed, the more Emma held on, keeping her strong tongue deep inside the puckered opening of her anus. Dhalua came again and her body thrashed out of control. She rocked until Scott had to wrap her up in his arms. She was forced to let him up; her arms had no will to hold him in place. When his head came up, he gave her an approving look.

“Yeah, come for them. You know they deserve it.” Dhalua could barely hear him. She was almost delirious from feeling one climax after another; each stronger than the last.

“And you!” Dhalua cooed before another wave washed over her. She spasmed uncontrollably—Scott held her tighter to keep her from escaping the lashing tongues inside her.

After an eternal moment, he apparently decided she’d had enough and said something to the girls. Dhalua didn’t hear what it was, but they pulled their tongues away.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Dhalua panted, still shaking her ass with rapturous tremors she couldn’t contain, before she let out a rasping sigh and fell still.

Scott lowered her into Jean and Emma’s arms and they lowered her to the ground.

Emma wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then kissed Jean. Both to share in the taste of Dhalua’s pussy and to share the taste of Dhalua’s ass. “You know, I never saw the appeal before. But now that I’ve gone black, we’re really going to have to all fuck Ororo’s brains out.” She smiled at Jean. “Except for you, of course. If you can’t please the team’s leader, you certainly can’t please its goddess.”

“Yes, Emma,” Jean sighed, with a secret inner grin at the thought that it was all a funny game—she knew she was the one who had made Dhalua come.

For a woman with such a great ass, Dhalua just wasn’t into anal stimulation.