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After two hours, Emma’s jaw was so tired she couldn’t stand it anymore. She spat out Thor’s throbbing manhood and lay back on the couch. But Thor wasn’t through with her. No sooner had she laid down then Thor dropped to his knees and put his mouth to Emma’s sex. He licked into her opening—took her clit between his teeth—seemed to take all of her folds into his tastebuds.

Emma twisted and turned, nearly falling off the couch, she went so close to the edge in an attempt to get more of Thor delighting her. Rogue sucked on the bare toes of one foot, eager to repay her for the pleasure she’d felt already, while Ororo kissed her neck.

Emma more than tingled, she pulsed, a frightening ecstasy coursing through her as three lovers seemed determined to devour every bit of lust her naked body could inspire.

Emma was frantic to surrender all that they asked of her. Her head swiveled from side to side, hair flying in a curtain about her face, hitting her own diamond cheeks with a sound like tinkling chimes. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue painted over her lips as she soared to a crescendo, convulsing and arching her hips, thrusting and screaming as Thor’s lips pulled hard on her clit and his callused fingers reamed her cunt.

“OH MY GOD! I can’t—I can’t take it! Stop! It’s too much, please, no, yes, I’m… oh, fuuuck!” Emma clutched one lovely breast and Ororo’s white hair, pushing both her unattended teat and the one Ororo was suckling together.

Thor came away from her pussy, leaving it thrumming visibly with the orgasmic pulses still working their way through her body. He reached for the bottle and filled the two glasses, then took a pull straight from the bottle.

His wet lips bore a happy grin. As nice as it would be to find a woman who could handle the pace he set, it was just fine to make a haughty nymphomaniac like Emma beg for mercy despite all her lust.

“I’ve decided it would be rude of me to monopolize our dear thunder-god,” Emma murmured. Her face was angelic, her eyes soft. She couldn’t hold her diamond form and she crashed back to reddened, sweaty flesh. Her climax had clearly been extravagant, taking more out of her than she would ever admit. “Speaking of monopolies, Ororo, I know you’ve been exclusively one for a matching color scheme in recent years. Ready to go back to white cock? Rogue and I would love to know how it compares…”

Ororo furrowed her brow at Emma, but even the White Queen’s provocative words couldn’t spoil how much she did look forward to taking her own turn with Thor, especially now that she’d seen how well he handled Emma… the seductress had barely been able to keep up with him!

“Why not indeed?” Thor asked, his eyes tracing over Ororo’s naked body, in all its rich lushness. “There’s little comparison in maidenhoods, for all are pink, but I’ll still be glad to further quench the bottomless thirst such sweet wine inspires!” He knelt between Ororo’s open thighs and buried his face as far into the core of her as he could go.

Rogue gasped at the sight of it. Casting a look at Emma, she left the White Queen to recover her wits and knelt behind Thor—reaching around a body like iron ore to grasp his throbbing cock. She stroked and squeezed it while Ororo lifted her hips, wiggling her ass into the onslaught of pleasure she had caught between her legs. Thor’s bread raked the insides of her thighs and his tongue stabbed into her delicious cunt.

“THOR! SUCK ME! TASTE ME! OHHHHH, YES! EAT MY CUNT! EAT IT! AGGHHHH! YES! Suck me, suck me, suck… suck… suck… suck…”

All while Rogue fucked Thor’s manhood with her hands—it shuddered inside the grip of all ten fingers, but despite appreciative groans, Thor’s focus was single-minded. Ororo undulated her body and Thor slid two fingers inside her sex, pleasuring her as he had Emma and finding Ororo equally vulnerable to his ministrations.

He crooked his fingers. He drew them in and out. Ororo whimpered, then moaned. Then she screamed: distracted by the pads of his fingers on her folds while his tongue went for her clit.

“Thor—suck it! Put your—I want your tongue inside me—put it in me, Thor—suck—oh yes! Suck me! Lick me! I’m yours! Oooh! Yesssss! Oh Bright Lady! THOR!”

Her pussy was sopping wet. Thor’s face was covered with her silky juices. She fucked herself on his tongue, able to do little else to return his passion, while Rogue made love to Thor’s body.

Sucking at his racing pulse, her tongue flashing over his burnished skin, her hands pumping his cock, her thighs clenching as their muscles drove her against Thor’s powerful physique in an endless, rutting self-satisfaction. Pleasure rolled from Rogue’s mouth to match Ororo’s own as she raked herself over the landscape of his body, chiseled muscles providing mountains and valleys for her cunt to stimulate itself on.

All of them were about to come. Their bodies heaved and perspired. As Ororo howled out the effect he was having between her legs, Thor flogging her pussy with his tongue… feasting on the delicious arousal that Ororo’s pleasure provoked.

Emma could only watch, her eyes narrowly opened, a small smile on lips that’d been run ragged by her own ecstatic screams. “Isn’t it good being fucked by a white man, Ororo? He knows what that black cunt needs. What you need. To be a good little black whore, wrapped around a big white cock. Admit it. You need a real man to satisfy you and your ex-husband couldn’t cut it. But Thor’s going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to come again without thinking of pale skin and golden hair. Mmmm, and those bright blue eyes… don’t you want to stare right into them while he turns your pussy to mush?”

Ororo shot Emma a ferocious look, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop what Thor was doing and deal with Emma. And… it turned her on, hearing what Emma was saying. No, no, it was just what Thor was doing, Emma was just being her usual annoying self. Thor’s tongue felt better and better because he was a good lover, not because of his skin color. Ororo wasn’t getting off on all those ivory muscles, holding her down, opening her legs, licking inside of her… licking her black cunt and enjoying a taste that T’Challa had proven unworthy of…

Emma’s smile only widened as she watched Thor responding to Ororo’s increasing arousal. Rogue was thrust aside as he put Ororo on the floor, on her hands and knees—the position of a bitch in heat, it wasn’t hard to notice.

He took a knee behind her, his hands on her hips, fingers dipping into her warm flesh so tight it might leave some of his own pallor behind. He pulled her onto his penetrating cock and then held her still as he dragged himself out of her, only to bring them back together… hard.

“Your own people are going to hate you for this. They’re going to think you’re a race traitor. A horrible role model. A cautionary tale for black girls who think of trying white dick,” Emma happily cursed, rolling the vulgarities on her tongue like they were the sweetest of candies. “But you don’t care, do you? It doesn’t matter half as much as coming your Nubian brains out on that white cock. You just have to give in, Ororo. You have to surrender to how good it feels. You have to admit that he’s doing to you what your husband never could. He’s making you come.”

Thor leaned down and dragged his scorching tongue over Ororo’s naked back. She huffed and panted, writing her decadently bare ass while his cock pistoned in and out of her.

“Oh, Thor… ohhh… HOOO, WOW! GOD! THOR!”

Thor was silent, teeth gritted, muscles corded, all his energy spent on maintaining his control while Ororo’s lusciously working cunt stole it away bit by bit.

“Oh yes… yesssss,” Ororo leered, eyes rolling up in her head. “It’s just the best… I love it… oh, it feels so goooooood, it’s… it’s… you’re so deep… your cock’s so thick… YEAH, put it in there! Oh! OHHHHHH, Thor!”

And suddenly Thor pulled himself free of her, now using his cock like a schoolteacher’s ruler and smacking it across the width of Ororo’s glorious ass. She winced in pain, cutting through the haze of pleasure she’d been in and bringing her back to her senses—now wanting his cock more than ever.

He’d reminded her of her place and Ororo eagerly accepted it, so long as it meant more of this sexual feast.

“You took it out! Put it back… back in… give me all of it… I WANT IT! YESSS! ALL OF IT! OH GOD, KEEP IT IN ME! LET ME SUCK IT WITH MY CUNT! OH THOR, MOVE IT AROUND… JUST LIKE THAT… NOW FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK MEEEE!”

Emma stood there, committing every detail of the passionate scene to memory. The more they piled up, the closer her fingers came to her cunt. And at the rate Thor and Ororo were going, her fingers found their way inside her almost immediately.

She thumbed her clit and stroked two digits inside herself, moving them in rhythm with Thor’s powerful thrusts. Then Emma crouched down and increased the violent pace of her hand, her eyes fixed on Thor’s shaft as it glided in and out of Ororo.

“He’s fucking you much too hard, you know,” Emma cooed. “There’s no way you can keep your defenses in place with his cock that deep. I can see all your memories, all your intimate secrets—not that there’s much to keep secret. T’Challa might’ve been a king, but he couldn’t rule you, could he? He couldn’t even get it up most nights. Shame. No wonder you’re being such a nasty ghetto slut for Thor. You’ve wasted so much time on soft black dick, you can’t help but overindulge yourself when you’ve finally got a hard white one to service. Admit it: you’re happier as his whore than you ever were as T’Challa’s queen.”

That was when Rogue grasped Emma from behind, her power-theft weakening Emma into compliance as Rogue dragged her deeper into the room, to where Mjolnir laid on its head, its girthy hilt sticking up into the air.

“That’s enough!” Rogue snarled. “If you want to get off on something, why don’t you worry about your own cunt instead?”

And she shoved Emma down—her kneecaps lying on either side of the legendary weapon.

Emma tossed her head back to feel the leather straps and varnished wood of the handle touch her folds. She shut her eyes. This wasn’t happening! She couldn’t be fucking Thor’s hammer!

“She’s all yours, my old friend,” Thor commanded the hammer. “Delve into her until her womanhood is as reamed out as she wishes it.” He stroked Ororo’s hair. “Clearly, she knows not what to do with the lust such coupling as ours inspires…”

Emma felt herself being opened, the pommel of hardened leather spreading her cuntlips to either side of its heft. Its length slid further in, all the supple leather straps where Thor’s grip usually rested—then she felt the wetly smooth texture of carefully hewn wood entering her body, covered in her own arousal.

Thor’s hammer is inside me—Thor’s hammer is fucking me…

“Now ain’t that better than doing color commentary?” Rogue asked, watching with zealous eyes, only barely drawn away from the sight of Emma impaled to the spectacle of her pained expression.

Emma’s mind almost broke when Rogue pushed down on her shoulders and the entire slab fucked its way inside her. And as the cold, hard block of the hammer’s head settled against the backs of her thighs, her buttocks, her mons—chilling her, proving she had taken the entire handle into her cunt—she felt the power within the hammer rock her entire body. Fucking her from the inside out.

“Take it, Emma,” Rogue crooned, clearly getting off herself on the sight, as much as Emma had with Storm and Thor. “Take it good and hard.”

The massive wooden thing seemed to twist and turn in her pussy, then throb harder, with more power, than ever. As its broadness vibrated against her sensitive folds, Emma was shocked to feel a steady trickle of her own cream churning around the handle, flowing out of her in response to this never-ending penetration.

Essentially seated on Mjolnir, Emma neared climax. Her eyelids fluttered. Her breathing sped ahead of her heaving breasts and quivering lips. The sight of Ororo and Thor, his massive cock giving that hungry pussy all it could take, drove her wild with insatiable lust. She wanted desperately to throw herself down beside Ororo and scream for Thor to enter her next, to see if he still liked white cunt after he’d given Storm a try, but she just couldn’t stop the pleasure she was already feeling.