Stamina update

Betsy did, shuddering a little. There was something about obeying Scott. She was so used to doing it in the field, but here, on his bed… and with Emma watching, making it deliciously naughty, she got to be obedient to Scott while still feeling like a rebel for how she was sticking it to the Headmistress.

She and Scott were getting each other off, getting Emma off—it was totally wrong and weirdly right and if all it ended up being was one of Frost’s kinky sex games, then at least she was being used and abused by the best.

“Fuck her in the ass, Scott,” Emma said, relishing saying those words in her prim, prissy accent.

Betsy smirked. Maybe the reason they were such great rivals was because her accent was real and Emma’s was something she’d stolen from a foreign exchange student back before she’d gone blonde.

“Last chance to back out, Betts.” Scott said. He prodded her upturned buttocks with a finger. “I think I may be too much for even that fat ass.”

Betsy bit her lip. A bit of the degradation she knew Emma delighted in so much. Funny to have it directed her way. “Let’s hope so,” she hissed.

Scott’s eyes turned to Emma. “Ems, think you can hold that pose much longer?”

A fine sweat sheened Emma’s features, but her smile was all predator teeth. “I can handle it a lot longer than Betsy can take having her ass reamed. Especially by you. Especially while I watch her hole being ruined.”

Outwardly, there was no evidence of Scott’s arousal, his lustful pride in manipulating both of them into a sublime, submissive headspace where every outcome was bound to involve unspeakable pleasure. But the way he rushed to produce a tube of Vaseline and then carefully but rapidly coated his prick with it told both women how eager he was to stop anticipating and start doing.

Emma trembled. Part of it was holding the difficult pose despite how tired and sore she was. The larger part of it was thinking of seeing Scott’s fat cock ravage Betsy’s ass. Scott always looked so distinguished with the way he dressed, the uniform he wore, but naked, he put Emma in mind of an animal. His lubricated cock was a delicious hunk of meat and his balls were as large as they were hairy. She knew it would be a long, blissful time before Scott finally loosed his load into Betsy’s bowels.

When Scott rubbed some Vaseline into Betsy’s anus, the ninja quaked herself. “Am I going to end up addicted to your cock, my fearless leader?” she asked, voice only cracking a little. “Just like Emma is?”

“That depends on whether you’re an anal whore or not,” Scott said, his voice as stolid as when he was teaching class.

He neatly fitted his cockhead to the opening of Betsy’s asshole. Emma licked her lips hurriedly, as though she were participating as much as Betsy—needed lubrication as much as her. It had been a long time since she’d watched another woman get ass-fucked and after so long away from the Hellfire Club’s sex parties, it seemed impossible that Scott’s big dick would actually go into Betsy without breaking her in half.

Better you than me, Emma thought.

On that, we’re agreed, came Betsy’s psychic rejoinder. I couldn’t abide going untouched while Scott’s fucking someone else.

Hope you don’t have any big plans to sit down tomorrow, Emma teeped back. She nearly hissed with excitement when Scott pressed forward, feeding himself into the hole which seemed impossibly greedy in its willingness to devour his member. After a moment of pressuring the tiny opening, he succeeded in cramming himself into her.

“OH BLOODY HELL!” Betsy cried, as abruptly as Scott had popped into her. “HE’S GOT IT IN ME! HE’S GOT IT ALL IN MY BUM!”

Emma only laughed, before refocusing to avoid falling over. The longer she held this position, the longer Scott would be robbing Betsy of her sexual dignity. “You wish.”

A deep groan burst from Betsy’s throat, forced out by an even deeper penetration of Scott’s hardness, and she bucked her ass like a wild horse. “Oh God yes! Fuck me there, right there! Oh, you wanker! Fuck me! Push it all the way out my mouth! Oh shit, I’m getting ass-fucked! It’s going in my bum like it’s never coming out!”

Scott was only energized by Betsy’s pained, thrilled words. He pumped his hips against her splayed ass, his thick member ramming in and out of Betsy’s sucking hole. With a hoarse cry of enjoyment, Betsy reached climax.

Sensing the telepathic starburst of Betsy’s pleasure fill the room, Emma could barely hold still. Her muscles were quivering, tendons pulling taut. She’d never been so glad for Scott’s monomaniacal determination. He simply kept pistoning into Betsy, using her hole as though he owned it and wanted to get every cent of use out of it that he could.

“Wow. You’re as submissive as a real geisha,” Emma smirked, always happy to add insult to the wonderful injury Scott could do. “Actually getting off on being sodomized. I’d wager you’re a fan of the lash as well. Just need a little rum and we could make this a proper British party.”

“Fuck… you… slag!” was all Betsy could manage under Scott’s onslaught.

“I could never be the ass-fuck whore you are,” Emma continued, wistfully amused by how Scott was once more proving superior to another ‘good girl’ who thought she could take care of him. “Perhaps that’s how we could share him. Scott could fuck me in my sweet little cunt and when he feels like anal sex, he could bend you over something and see how deep he can get in your bowels. With your costume, it wouldn’t take long. I believe I could fist you in the time it takes for you to say something or other about the focused totality of your mutant whatever-it-is.”

“Emma—” Scott groaned, the warning tone he got in his voice when she was going too far.

“Yes, my love?” Emma asked cheerfully.

Scott pursed his lips and blew at her.

Emma’s weary muscles were unprepared for the physical effect of feeling Scott’s touch—so indistinct, but so unmistakably him. Her body buckled. She tried to lock herself into place, but with a cataclysmic shockwave passing through her flesh like an orgasm, she had to relax her body-punishing posture. Then Emma virtually came apart, collapsing to the ground with an ungodly good feeling of relief.

Through the numbness of Scott’s forced ignorance, he felt his body come awake, his cock roar to life. Fiery spurts of his cum shot through Betsy’s anal passage, stuffing her whether or not she enjoyed it enough to come from it.

Ass-fuck whore or no, Betsy could not then do anything to prevent Scott’s gratifying climax from ending up entirely in her ass. All his body and soul seemed one electric mass of fulfillment and that ecstasy was something that flooded Betsy and Emma as well. It was like all of them were a playground for the lust Scott felt, the passions that were now totally out of control, and as he fell upon Betsy’s motionless body, he heard his own voice as if from far away:

“Now you’re my little ass-fuck whore,” he breathed softly.

Emma grinned triumphantly. Now Betsy saw the strength it took to be Scott’s cock-holster on a regular basis. Emma was proud to be called a slut, as long as it was acknowledged that she wasn’t simply manning a glory hole or jacking men off in a parking lot. It took work to satisfy Scott the way she did. Work that Betsy had barely been able to handle once.

The poor dear would simply have to settle for knowing the feeling of being Scott’s cum dumpster, but not ever rediscovering it.

Then Betsy stirred, lifting her head as though she hadn’t moved in a thousand years. “Mm… mh… more!”

Scott’s lips slanted upward. He was pleased, with a degree of pride as well. Emma reached across their telepathic link and saw that he’d been expecting this. Predicting that Betsy would prove just as insatiable a playmate as he and Emma. And so, now that he’d drained himself, they would see what more Betsy could take.

“You’ve always liked my cum, Emma,” Scott said, his voice rife with that dirty amusement he got, fairly obscene by his standards. Which made it pornographic for Emma. “Why don’t you have some of what I put in Betsy’s ass?”

“Like hell,” Emma groused, knowing that Scott wasn’t about to replace her with this novel Asian cunt, but not wanting to be high-minded either.

Scott was hers and she’d satisfied him, by allowing Betsy to be his fuck-toy if nothing else, and now it was time for rest and cuddling and quiet contemplation of how amazing she was.

Scott shrugged in acceptance. Then went to get the handcuffs from their usual place in the nightstand.

“What are you doing with those?” Emma demanded, forcing her head up—not particularly liking that she felt as sore and exhausted as Betsy had to be after a round of being Scott’s anal slut.

“I’m going to chain you to the bed,” Scott said easily. “Sweaty and fucked out and with no make-up. And you can simply lie there until it’s time for your ten o’clock class, at which point I will release you to teach with no time to do your hair, make-up, or even color-coordinate.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Scott collected her limp arms, dragged them to the headboard, and cuffed them together between the bars.

Betsy cackled. “Should we let her get dressed? Maybe just one of your old shirts and some boxers. Or something from your dirty laundry! We should make her teach smelling like you’ve sweat on her even more than you do.”

“Scott, do not let her talk to me that way!” Emma insisted. “I know you’re kidding when you talk like that and really have a proper respectful attitude for your soulmate, but this Braddock woman, she’s barely house-trained.”

Betsy opened her mouth to respond, but Scott yanked her attention away by flicking her ear.

“You’ve got better things for that mouth to do. Clean my cock.”

Betsy’s lips quirked. “Or I’ll be chained up next to Emma?”

Scott held up another set of handcuffs by way of answer. Betsy squeezed her thighs together.

“I’ll be a good girl. Especially if it means I get more of your cum.”

“Trust me, you get more of that by being a bad girl.” Emma tossed her hair. “And effortlessly irresistible, as well.”

“I don’t think Scott’s going to try and resist me,” Betsy retorted, coming up onto all fours before crawling towards Scott, even stopping to kiss his foot before she came up onto her knees. Face to face with his prick.

Even half-hard, she could not imagine how much her anus had stretched with that monster inside it. If her ass didn’t belong to Scott yet, it had certainly been shaped by him.

“Mouth shut,” Scott interrupted Emma before she could volley another insult over. “I’ll give you a chance to talk after Betsy’s throated it all. Until then, consider yourself gagged.”

“Sco-ttt!” she whined.

“Do I have to get a set of panties from your underwear drawer? It might be the cleanest thing you wear in a while… only in your mouth.”

Emma set her jaw, knowing now that she would not get a word in edgewise until Betsy had been allowed to savor Scott’s cock.

It was not an altogether unattractive prospect to enjoy Betsy’s sculpted ass and Scott’s delicious cum together, but the longer she waited, the less appetizing that once-hot semen would be. And Betsy knew that. She was taking her time with Scott’s prick, relishing it every bit as much as Emma would enjoy such a potent piece of equipment, were it her first time with it. And all Emma could do was watch and try to keep quiet.

God, this turned her on…