A Private Eden 3

Scott stared at her feline features for a moment, his raging instincts warring with the sound advice she’d just given him. Strained as it was, his control won out. He dropped down into her lap and buried his head in her cunt.

Emma keened—his hands sliding under her womanly hips, so much of them to feel, so much more sensation going with rounded curves. His big hands, her wiggling globes. The keen became a groan when he stabbed his tongue along her slit to the bud at top. No guidance was necessary: Scott knew the way to a woman’s heart was through her clitoris.

“Oh God, that’s right, Scott! I love your tongue right there!”

Scott kept up the squeezing, kneading massage of her thick ass—Emma unable to forget that she had Storm’s fat posterior instead of her own small, chic buttocks. His tongue sluiced up and down her womanhood, tending to all the itches burning in the saliva he ladled out. Emma grimaced: the need was going deep into her sex, quickly becoming a desire for cock. More than pleasure, she wanted the pressure of something thick and potent inside her, reshaping her pussy into a receptacle for all the lust she’d inspired.

She clawed the back of Scott’s head and pumped her hips, starting the fuck early. The cool of his visor made for a good tease, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. Her urge was to see what he could do with a tool much more substantial than some delicate tongue.

Emma denied herself, though. She wouldn’t be conquered so easy. “Scott, lick my clit!” she begged in Ororo’s voice, sure one of the few things she and Storm could agree on was that a man should pay his dues before he got to make a girl his sheath. “Yes, Scott, you’re so good at eating pussy, so good at making me come!”

Emma couldn’t control herself; Scott barely could. She drilled her hips so ferociously that Scott didn’t even try to hold them down. He took his right hand out from under her ass and moved it to her slot, delicately feeling at her wetness to find her opening up for him, a flower begging in vivid pink to be smell.

Emma wondered if Ororo’s face had ever been used for an expression this horny—Scott had just slid two fingers inside of her, taking full advantage of how flooded her pussy was. With his fingers stroking inside her cunt, his tongue attacked her tingling clit. Overwhelming Emma so much that even her asshole puckered; if she weren’t pretending to be Ororo, she would’ve begged him to sodomize her.

“Scott, I’m going to come!” she cried. “Suck me, taste my orgasm! Oh God, I can’t stand it! I can’t go one more moment without—NNHHHHAAAA!”

Her pussy clenched, sharp pressure now embroiling all of her clit, and then her juices ran, rushing out of her to anoint Scott’s lips and fingers. Avidly Scott drank the delicious, copious evident of Emma’s pleasure—his enjoyment wringing added joy from the flowering folds of Emma’s sex. Then he came up onto his knees between her spread legs.

“Oh, Scott!” Emma tittered, eying the incredible bulge at his groin. “You liked getting a taste of me, didn’t you? Now you want to feel… you want to feel how tight I am as deep as you can get that cock inside me!”

Scott chipped a fingernail in his rush to lower the zipper on his jeans. His cock snapped out of his open fly like a switchblade being deployed. Emma sucked in her breath; Scott’s endowment was even more massive than she’d assumed.

“Wow! I think I could get off on just the tip of that… but you’d damn well better give me more!” A hint of awe was in her voice. It made Scott feel an odd kind of pride. His erection pounded harder than ever, knowing he deserved her praise, that he would earn even more of it before he’d emptied his load into her…

Emma reached out and grasped his hard-on in a feverish hand. So much white cock dwarfing her little brown hand. Emma squeezed it, making her knuckles white and his manhood red. Then she stroked up and down, following the pulse running through the big blue veins of Scott’s prick.

All that desire was for her! In Ororo’s body, true, but the weather witch had been too blind to take advantage of what Scott could offer. Just once before the X-Men were destroyed, Emma would do both these beautiful physiques the honor of being in her expert care…

“Oh shit, Ororo, I… I… gh!” Scott dropped down to the carpet, unable to speak. He was trying too hard not to come all over his teammate’s hand.

Scott didn’t want to come from a handjob. Not after how much Storm had excited them. He wanted that pussy, the pussy he’d gone down on, the pussy Storm was so flagrantly displaying. Ororo was right. As much as he missed and needed Jean’s love, he also needed a fuck. It was a treatment for his malady: one that wouldn’t cure him, but that would relieve the symptoms.

He needed to be pumping in and out of Ororo’s juicy cunt with all his passion. And he could see Ororo wanted the same thing.

But, maddeningly, on her terms. When she decided.

“What’s the matter, Cyclops?” Ororo asked with an impish glee he’d never seen on her regal face before. But then, he’d never had his cock in her hand either. “Don’t you like the way I’m jacking you off?”

Emma rolled her hand up and down, feeling the heat of his manhood trying to scorch her fingers. He bucked and jerked in her grip like a racehorse at the starting gate.

“I l-like it fine,” Scott gritted out. “But I need to fuck you!”

“Need? I like the taste of need. It’s my favorite flavor.” And Emma bent down to take Scott’s dick into her mouth, the knobby glans sliding through her lips to fill her mouth.

Scott moaned, his hips twitching while he tried to bear this new torment. It wasn’t even that she was sucking his cock—it was that she was moaning in utter delight at tasting him, sumptuously enjoying every drop of precum that dotted his glanshole, her tongue crisscrossing his helmet for all she could get of his pending climax.

Having his prick buried in Ororo’s mouth was an unbelievable experience for Scott. He never would’ve believed this would be their relationship, something they shared, the unattainable goddess suddenly deciding she wanted him, needed him… could have any man she wanted and yet he felt her fervent desire in every inch she had swallowed. And yet still he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her!

Emma was deaf to Scott’s growing moans, his mounting urge to be inside her instead of just mouthed by her. She was going to suck on this delicious length of meat for as long as its taste delighted her. Then and only then would she take him between her legs and let him have her, knowing full well she would most likely enjoy that even more than throating his mammoth tool.

She loved toying with men. She loved even more getting to play with the mighty Cyclops, someone whom morality as insurmountable as the laws of physics would seem to deny her. But she’d outsmarted the rules that would usually deny her this indulgence. Now Scott was one more man who would do anything to get a chance at her pussy.

Emma had the thought that it might be even more fun to play with him, cat and mouse. Stringing him along, promising satisfaction, then backing off. But as satisfying as it would be to torment him, that would be too much of a tease for herself in the bargain. He wanted to please her so bad—she would let him. But she’d also be sure to make it a fuck that Ororo would never be capable of using her own body for.

The prospect was turning her on. Scott was obviously no virgin, but it was clear that dearly departed Jean was perhaps the sum total of his sexual experience. His trembling hand, the way his voice chipped and shattered, how he could barely restrain himself… it was all like a sexual drug to the White Queen.

That he was so excessively well-hung was an added bonus. And so tasty too! Emma sucked for all she was worth, taking in as much of his endowment as she could get. Her tongue raced up and down the fat length of cock still waiting to go down her throat.

“MMMMMM!” she moaned around the girthy gag. Emma hadn’t found a man who fit so well to her mouth in a long time. Her skilled tongue began rounding the collar of Scott’s member. When she pulled back, wide eyes gobsmacked at how had emerged freshly soaked from her slimy throat, Emma forced the tiny tip of her tongue at Scott’s glanshole. Behind his visor, she bet his eyes were rolling back in his head.