Hellfire To Heaven 4

Emma clenched her teeth as much to avoid moaning as to bear Scott’s assault on her. She burrowed her stiff nipples into Jean’s toned thighs and, when Jean shoved down on her head, willingly opened her mouth and moaned and licked into Jean’s pussy. There was the most insane sensation blossoming in her overheated body—she felt like she could drain some of it into Jean. Reduce the redheaded bitch’s damnable command of the situation.

But there was no stoppering her noisy thoughts. I’m coming again! A glance up at Jean’s face revealed a knowing smile; the Black Queen easily picked up what she couldn’t help but transmit.

Oh Scott, you lovely, wonderful man—that lovely, wonderful cock—you’re getting me off like mad—earning the right to actually come inside me, you bastard, do it, try to breed me, I want to feel like your fucking mate for the rest of the night!

As if in answer, Scott’s engorged knob went off again, Emma reveling in having her twitching folds gilded in his potent seed. She laughed against Jean’s pussy, just a little crazed by this added chemical in the reaction that had already been provoked by his cock, her sex.

The explosion was even more spectacular than it had been without Jean there; even better than what Jean was enjoying, though Emma knew she was as expert at giving head as she was at all sex acts from the prosaic to the obscene.

It was as if she had a strobe light inside her and she could feel every color it turned her, every new facet of this ultimate experience. Every nerve ending she had tingled and sparked; her climax left none of her statuesque body untouched.

It was the sweetest, most perfect thing she had yet tried. Scott’s prick belonged to her now; she was its ultimate practitioner. She enjoyed it the most, she possessed it the deepest, she even held it prisoner within her convulsing muscles.

The bulging cockhead pulsed and flared within its luscious trap, but Scott just kept it inside her, stopped in his tracks until the throes of his eruption had all worked their way out of him.

“I want to sit on your face now,” Jean said, her voice low and husky. “I want to know how that wicked tongue feels inside my ass.”

Despite the subservience of it all, Emma’s pale blue eyes could not help but electrify, showing her excitement. “Careful. You might not want a lubricated asshole around the one-eyed monster in the room. He’s insatiable… except with me, of course.”

She rolled onto her back, letting her plump breasts jostle into place above her chest and her hothouse flower of a cunt fume between her legs. A silent punctuation mark; proof to her boast that she had not just inspired Scott’s lust, but resolved it. Now having fully indulged in Emma’s sex, Scott allowed his stiff prick to slip out of her.

“Are you sure he hasn’t just had enough of you?”

Jean scooted up Emma’s naked body. Emma took hold of her hips. She couldn’t back down now. When the redhead squatted above her face, Emma drank in the sight of the pink pucker, no doubt virgin—soon to be as readily pleasured as Emma’s own. Her tongue snaked out, first sampling the tight pucker, then spitting on it. Prodding at the mixing of pressure and lubrication.

Jean felt the wetness pressing in on her taboo rosebud. She settled her weight lower, almost sitting on Emma’s face for real. Emma mewled and sucked, her tongue flying around Jean’s anus like a plane circling in for a landing. She knew Jean was dripping arousal into her hair, but she hardly cared. She loved the smell.

Her tongue ran over the tight seal, then began to pressure it. Emma pressed until she felt the ring surrender, slowly, surely—she let it put up a fight. Then her tongue was in Jean’s ass.

Jean cooed with the strangeness of it; pleasure, but not a kind she’d ever been aware of until now.

Emma gurgled with delight. She’d taken Jean’s anal virginity. In time, she’d initiate Jean into many more delights. Most especially the joy of being her slave.

She fucked her tongue up and down, driving it into the Black Queen’s ass, kissing and sucking with her tingling lips.

Jean couldn’t resist reaching down to her cunt and rubbing at it while her asshole was tongued. Her mindless, perverse passion made its way to Emma. Feeding on it, Emma slicked her tongue in and out of Jean frantically, her own ass twisting and squirming on the floor.

Even if all the Hellfire Club was here, she wouldn’t wish to stop. The sheer debauchery of sodomizing Jean Grey with her tongue, of feeling the X-Man’s anus squeeze when her tongue passed through the grommet, was too delightful to do without.

Then Scott was there behind Jean, collecting her naked body in his thickly muscled arms, kissing her neck as though he were a devotee to every inch of it. His half-hard cock pushed against her ass; Emma’s eyes widened with it in front of her, enduring, even taking greater hardness from the press of Jean’s ass.

“I want your ass,” Scott breathed. “Which means I’m getting your ass.”

“Scott, if your cock’s still hard after all that, you deserve it!” Jean cooed. “Need to be lubed up or did Emma take care of that the way she took care of me?”

Scott ran one damp fist up and down the length of his erection. “She came all over me, the same way you will.”

“Promises, promises.” Jean dropped down onto all fours, as if to sixty-nine with Emma who still laid sprawled before her. But the obscene little circles she rolled her hips in said that she was only interested in Scott. Emma had known she would be hard-pressed to top the Phoenix; she’d had no idea there would be competition for who got the Black Queen as a slave.

Scott positioned himself behind Jean, already aiming his swelled cock between her buttocks. “Open her up for me, Emma. I know you want to see her ass-fucked as much as I do.”

Emma bit her lip. She did. Not just to see Jean brought low, but to vicariously experience the thrill of sodomy without having to sacrifice her own dominance—she’d surrendered too much already.

Breathing hard, Emma eagerly separated Jean’s cheeks, both her hands squeezing and groping the supple flesh as she did. Then she watched Scott bringing his knob closer and closer to Jean’s visibly throbbing anus.

“Do it, Scott! Fuck my ass for me!” Jean cried.

Scott held himself at the entrance to her ass, inching forward to burrow into the tightness of her, to painstakingly allow himself the first inch of her virgin passage. “Here it comes, Jean. Here comes being an anal whore—one more way you’re a slut to my cock.”

Jean could only grin at his debasement of her.

Then Scott thrust forward. Emma barely had time to pull her hands out of the way before Scott’s full length was buried in Jean, in a hole that had to stretch mightily to allow so much inside.

“Oh shit, fuck, oh my God, it hurts! It really fucking hurts!” Jean gasped, tears filling her eyes.

“Is it too much, Jean?” Emma asked, voice dripping with condescending concern. “Do you want Scott’s monster cock out of your ass, you poor dear?”

“No! No! Keep fucking me, Scott! I love it! Fuck my ass until it’s totally ruined!” Jean whooped, even as her voice trembled with agony.

Emma laughed. For once, she and Jean agreed on something.

Scott drew his cock back until only the flaring tip remained clasped inside her sphincter. Then he plowed into her again, with so much force that one of Jean’s hands slipped and her upper body dropped onto Emma. Her ass stayed in the air, gripped firmly between Scott’s two hands.

“Shit! There’s so much going into my hole! My poor little ass!” Jean moaned, tears of pained pleasure trailing from her eyes in two silvery rivers.

“You put on quite a show, Jean,” Emma purred, moving away from her vantage point between Jean’s legs. Now that the redhead was taking Scott’s prick more easily, the sight wasn’t so enjoyable. “Let me give it my seal of approval.”

And she reached up for Jean’s swaying breasts.

Looking down, Jean saw what Emma was doing and she smiled in wicked anticipation.

“Yes, Emma, help Scott fuck me. The best orgasms I get from you are his,” she mewled.

Emma grinned icily up at her fellow queen as she took Jean’s breasts in her hands. Then she raised her head, to suck on each of the throbbing nipples in turn.

“Yessss!” Jean hissed. “Everyone should have an Emma to play with while they’re getting fucked!”

Emma felt a snarl on the inside, but it was too good having Jean’s nipple in her mouth, sucking hard on it, making Jean shudder.

The redhead thrust her hips back to take hold of the full length of Scott’s erection. Then she closed her eyes and trilled happily, relieved to know that she could not be more fucked than to have Scott ass-fucking her and Emma sucking on her tits.