Stamina 3

She sat down on a high step and crooked her finger at Scott. All he had to do was stand a little lower than the step her ass was on and his cock would be right in her face. His sweatpants were slipping down lower than ever, but his cockhead still hadn’t emerged from the gray wool. Betsy felt her mouth water. She wanted a go at the prick that had conquered the White Queen.

Scott looked around for somewhere to set Emma. “Just let me—”

“No. You hold onto her. You wanted a work-out, right? Holding up all that silicone must be good cardio…”

Scott’s visor ironically darkened; with him narrowing his eyes, less of an optic blast was soaking into the ruby quartz. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“You don’t like it?” Betsy popped her lips open. “Shut me up.”

Scott took a step up the stairs. His feet landed to either side of her thighs. There was no denying it: his cock was right in front of her. But what really sealed the deal was how Scott spoke.

“Take my cock in your mouth. You’re not allowed to stop sucking it until I come.”

Betsy smiled up at him. Her tongue traveled her lips. He was right in assuming she didn’t want a seduction. She wanted what Emma got: a fuck from the leader of the X-Men.

Pulling his sweatpants down, Betsy wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. Her eyes went wild, her teeth biting her own lip as the limp meat exploded into a massive hard-on.

She couldn’t believe the size of it. Scott’s prick was as thick and as hard as the end of a baseball bat. Every moment she spent raking her fingers up and down his length seemed seemed impossible to believable.

“God, how can Emma be such a bitch when she keeps getting railed by this thing?” Betsy cooed, her eyes riveted on his throbbing endowment. “I have to suck it, don’t I? Every last inch. I can’t get reamed by you unless I throat it all.”

“It belongs in your mouth, Betts,” Scott told her, enjoying the excited expression on her gorgeous face. “Suck it and see how much cum I have for you.”

“God!” Betsy tittered, flushing with embarrassed glee. “You’d better have as much as you did for Emma!”

“I had too much for her. She couldn’t take it all.”

Betsy nodded excitedly. “I want too much too. I want you to give me so much that my mouth can’t take it all—that my face ends up with some too. I want to wear how much you come for me.”

Awash with lust and clutching his magnificent erection in both hands, Betsy leaned in and swirled her heated tongue across his swollen knob. All of Scott’s muscular body coiled in excitement. Betsy just about moaned, seeing his muscles stand out in rigid harmony from his sculpted physique.

“Do you have a lot of cum for me, Scott?” she gasped. “Can you imagine what all of it will look on my little whore face?”

“Suck. Now,” Scott instructed her, hiding how stunned he was by the aggressiveness of her sexuality. It seemed all he could do to impress her with his dominance.

Her lips formed a playful moue while her eyes looked up into his radiating pure sluttiness. Her skillful tongue emerged and ran the entire length of his quivering erection. It swelled and throbbed against her tastebuds, pounding so demandingly against her wet lips that Betsy could barely stand not to have that big shiny cockhead in her mouth. But she wanted to tantalize him further. She daintily flicked her tongue into his glanshole, tasting the precum that was beginning to flow from Scott.

Then, slowly lowering her mouth, Betsy sealed her lips around the collar of his prick, his burgeoning cockhead trapped in the hot wetness of her oral cavity. She felt it lurching, responding to the thrill of her soft, slippery lips accepting it so readily. Her lips tightened behind his spade-shaped tip and began to travel down, giving some of his twitching shaft the same treatment.

“Goddamn!” Scott groaned, staring down at his cock disappearing into the soft sucking lips of this prim-looking, yet totally whorish young woman.

Not the sort of thing you get from Headmistress Frost, is it? She teeped to him, stopping the downward journey of her mouth to stare at her absolutely sensual reflection in his visor.

Scott looked down at her. He triggered a small optic blast, ruffling her hair before making a tiny notch in the steps.

“I said suck,” he told her firmly, though his excited fingers were nearly tearing at Emma’s unconscious body.

Sorry, sir, Betsy sent, once more hungrily licking his trapped prick. I think I just came a little!

“You’re not here to come. You’re here to suck. You don’t stop until that whore mouth is full.”

Moaning in pleasure at his mastery, Betsy swiped her tongue all over what she’d captured of his big trembling endowment. It flared and pulsed as if attempting to escape her wet lips, even as she teased them up and down his length. Betsy wrapped her hands around what she hadn’t mouthed, moaning truly whorishly at how it throbbed in her clenched hands, her closed mouth.

Betsy excitedly lowered herself further on his shaft, soaking it in her saliva, wanting to look upon his beautiful cock again and seeing all of it glistening from her mouth. Soon, she had to take one hand away to make room for her mouth.

Though she was tempted to move it between her legs, she was even more tempted to take hold of his heavy balls and squeeze them. She could barely dimple them; they were positively bloated with all the cum in them. A small sample of it leaked from Scott’s tip, endlessly shocking her tastebuds with its bittersweet flavor. She knew when Scott finally came in her mouth, she’d be totally overwhelmed.

Mollifying Scott with her sultry gaze, she took her lips off his cock and sucked on his balls instead, delicately gulping them, washing the leathery skin with her tongue in nonstop caresses. Scott could feel and see her lush black-purple hair brushing against his yearning shaft while she serviced his balls. The only sound in the room was the wet smacking of her lips and the slurp of her tongue dutifully pleasuring him. Despite all the culture and education he knew Betsy possessed, she made it seem like her only joy in life was his massive erection.

Emma stirred in her sleep. Scott had nearly forgotten her beyond a weight in his arms, but her waking provided a relief from the sweet torment of Betsy’s onslaught. With the hand supporting her head, he petted her hair and gorgeous face. A smile graced Emma’s face as she batted her eyelashes open.

“Scott, I’m still in your arms,” she yawned. “How heavenly. Where are you taking me, my love?”

“Nowhere yet. I’m letting Betsy suck me off first.”

Lifting her almost numbed tongue from his sac, Betsy wrapped her lips around Scott’s drum-tight cockhead again, now rolling his hairy balls around inside her hand. Her other hand kneaded the base of his girthy erection, enjoying how hard it throbbed as her slippery lips descended down its length once more.

Emma saw how Scott clenched his teeth, felt the charge go through his body as his stony musculature hardened even further. It turned her on to see him in such well-pleasured straits, while also offending her sense of propriety. That was her man Betsy was going down on and if anyone should be enjoying his enormous cock, in any capacity, it should be her!

“What does she think she’s doing?” Emma demanded, even more incensed to feel Scott’s pleasure through their psychic link—his debauched enjoyment of the softness of Betsy’s lips, the heat of her tongue going all over his cockhead. No one should make Scott feel that way but her!

“Filling in for you!” Scott grunted. “Since your injury, there’s only so much I can expect you to do to sate my urges. Betsy volunteered to take your place as my personal cum dumpster.”

Betsy preened, even as Emma narrowed her eyes, both upset at his description of her and aghast at the thought of Betsy being some sex slave to him instead of her. When the White Queen seduced a man he stayed seduced, dammit!

Betsy’s mouth came away from the man she was servicing with a loud slurp and she spoke with tingling lips, her feline eyes focused on how Scott’s cock pounded, at the verge of coming. She’d devour it again as soon as the desire receded just a little.

“I hope you feel better soon, Emma,” Betsy whispered, rubbing her cheek against the utterly stiffened flesh. “Don’t rush your recovery. I could suck him forever…”

“You cheap harlot!” Emma spat down at her flushed, radiant face.

“Yes,” Betsy giggled, and took Scott once more into her mouth.

The feel of his delicious member sliding against her sensitive tongue, conquering it with his taste, maddened Betsy into fits of convulsive pleasure. Still sucking and slurping on almost all of his length, Betsy looked up at Scott with pure adoration—feeling the wild thrill that went through his loins at meeting her gaze.

Then she glanced at Emma, also watching closely, with a connoisseur’s interest in how thoroughly Betsy’s mouth embraced her man’s cock.

“I suppose it’s good for Scott to get sucked off by a woman who doesn’t know how to handle his cock,” Emma mused aloud. “It’ll teach him to better appreciate my expertise.”

“I do appreciate your expertise,” Scott panted. “But Betsy knows exactly how to handle my cock.”

Then now we’re both his cock holsters, Betsy sent teasingly, flipping the tip of her tongue along a vein in Scott’s length.

“God yes,” Scott groaned, helpless not to squirm, his hips wandering back and forth so that his cock pumped in Betsy’s mouth, taking full advantage of how much she’d opened her throat. “Both of you… so damn good!”

“But only she’s going to get a mouthful of hot cum,” Emma pointed out, trying not to sound bitter.

“Oh yes. She’s going to get so much…!”

Betsy wiggled about happily and thrust herself down further on Scott’s manhood, humming with appreciation for the musky masculinity she engulfed. Tightening her juicy lips around his girth, Betsy sunk deeper and deeper onto the pillar until she felt Scott’s tip nudging into the back of her throat. Then she lifted her mouth, sucking the whole time, so that every inch of his length was wracked with her ministrations. Scott’s entire body shuddered from the rapture it felt.

Emma was bucked up and down, riding the thrusts of Scott’s hips as he sought to meet every swallow Betsy was giving him. It reminded her of straddling Scott herself, and she in turn decided to remind Scott of her presence, tracing a hand lovingly over his diamond-cut cheekbones.

“Suck, Betsy, suck,” Emma enunciated, deciding she could annoy the woman more by joining in with the sex than by resisting it. “You’re making Scott feel so good… he’s really going to appreciate that hard-on you’re giving him when it’s all the way in my cunt…”

Through their mind-link, Emma savored Scott’s feelings, getting off as he was on Betsy’s devoted suction—wildly pressurized lips snaking all over his fisted erection, working him to the verge of explosion. Emma even reached down for Scott, clutching a handful of Betsy’s hair, making sure she didn’t stop in her efforts by pumping her hand up and down with Betsy’s face.

She could hardly make her go faster. But she did delight in being able to pull Betsy’s hair: making the Asian mutant have to pull Emma’s fist along with her down Scott’s prick, or pushing her back to its base when she came up off it to breathe.

“This might be the only time I let him come in your mouth,” Emma breathed. “Your only taste, ever, of all Scott’s cum. I hope you like it, Betsy. I know I do.”

Betsy could not even teep—the only thing that came from her was sucking and slurping as she wildly pumped herself on Scott’s erection.

Scott’s breath was all short, hot gasps. His hands curled in Emma’s work-out clothes, pulling him as close to her as he wanted Betsy to be. But as much as he was feeling, he knew there was no point in pushing Betsy down on his cock. She couldn’t take it any deeper.

“Suck, oh yes, suck that cock,” Emma whined, petting Scott’s chest and enjoying the hardness of him—almost out of her mind with the delirium of feeling herself in Betsy’s mouth, not willing to back off and let Scott have that rapture to himself. “He’s almost there! He’s going to fill that whore mouth right up!”

Betsy managed to teep as she slurped louder than ever: Yes, fuck yes, that’s what I want. Tell Scott I’ll take everything he gives me! Tell him I want some of his cum inside me always from now on; I don’t care where he puts it!

Emma bit her lip. It was so good to be swept along with the sex—she’d find a way to turn this to her advantage later, but for now… “She wants you to flood her with your cum. She wants you to spurt until she can’t taste anything else, the bitch, that’s all she cares about! Oh darling, you need to come!”

“That’s what she’s getting,” Scott growled out. “A mouthful of cum!”

His harsh breaths only served to further excite Betsy. She couldn’t get him any deeper into her mouth, so she sucked harder, faster. Waiting impossibly second after second to get his load like an addict after a fix. She was almost delirious with lust. There was no better taste than hot cum and she knew that Scott’s would be the best of all.

“Oh shit!” Scott groaned, crushing Emma to his body, keeping her as close as he would if he were using her as a cum dumpster. “Here it is, Betts! I’m coming! I’m coming in that hot little mouth!”

Ecstasy pounded through Betsy, feeling his hot cum gushing wildly, hitting the back of her throat and proceeding right down her instinctively, submissively swallowing gullet. She’d hoped that his jism would be this thick, this tasty, but she hadn’t dreamed that there’d be this much of it. A torrent of his creamy essence, filling her mouth over and over again as she frantically swallowed it, not wanting a single drop to overflow her sucking lips.