Make More Mutants: United update

“I can’t hold it, Emma!” Scott groaned. “I’m gonna come!”

Emma’s eyes lit up over Jean’s gagging hand. She actually shouted through it, unable to marshal the discipline to use telepathy. “Yes! Give it to me, darling! Let me have your cum!”

“Unnngghh! Shit!” Scott gasped out as his cock erupted, his balls emptying themselves into Emma’s greedy, gulping sex. His body shook, though he cursed himself for not holding out longer. He wanted to stretch out this zenith of Emma’s sensuality for a long time, impossibly long, but he’d had to give in to her roiling tightness.

Emma wanted to keep going too, but she wasn’t worried. She’d wanted to satisfy Scott and she had, while he’d satisfied her many times over. The thought that he might have bred her in the process—satisfying both of them—made her smile. She purred with the added contentment as her tight pussy held onto Scott’s spurting manhood until it was milked dry.

“Godddd,” Scott whispered when he was finished spurting, leaning against the table Emma was on, his depleted body cradled in her warm, sweaty arms. “Guess it really gets to me—getting to use you like the whore you are.”

Jean took her hand away so that Emma could gulp in air. “Of course, lover. You’re a man of refined taste. And you’ll be ready to go again in no time.” Emma smiled as she kissed him. Then her smile curdled as she felt Jean’s hand run through her hair. “What do you want?”

“Just my share,” Jean said.

Emma looked drolly at Scott’s limp member. “You’re welcome to it.”

“Not of that,” Jean corrected her.

Her hips bumped Scott aside; he hung back while Jean took his place before Emma. She grasped Emma’s thighs, pulling them up, levering Emma’s back down onto the table. Her slender fingers felt warm, soft, as they slipped up Emma’s creamy thighs to her groin, spreading her mons. Emma sighed her happiness as she took hold of her own legs, holding them apart in the air for Jean to insert herself between.

Jean lowered herself down into Emma’s open legs, her splayed cunt still brimming with Scott’s cum. Emma trembled, giving herself over to the pleasure as Jean kissed her inner thigh—the redhead’s nostrils flaring as she sniffed at the seed that inundated Emma’s folds. As much as it pained Emma to be forced to admit how much Jean pleasured her, the thought of Jean submissively servicing her made up for it. It was much the same as how she hated eating out Jean, but loved the redhead having her to thank for making her come.

“Mmmmmmm, JEAN, that’s almost adequate,” Emma moaned as Jean nibbled her way to Emma’s lap. “I suppose I can put up with this if I get to have Scott too…”

Jean closed her lips on what little there was of Emma’s pubic hair, a shaven diamond shape that had caught some of Scott’s ejaculation, and she mouthed it clean. Licking her lips of the taste she’d taken, which Emma was denied unless she developed the secondary mutation of being a contortionist.

She’s so petty, Emma thought viciously. Jean was making her wait, making her anticipate it, just so that Emma had to find herself in the position of being desperate for her rival to tongue her. What a bitch.

Emma cursed her own bodily reaction, watching Jean’s lovely face press into her cunt. But she was mature enough to admit that there was nothing for it. Even Scott, who she adored, got off on having this wretch suckle him. Emma just had to admit that there were not that many ways for anyone, even Jean Grey, to screw up oral sex.

Or maybe you’re just such a slut you can even come from my paltry attempts to pleasure you, Jean teeped to her with an entirely unearned air of irony—a powerful enough telepath that she could pick up on even Emma’s thoughts when they were less than guarded.

Emma’s rejoinder was lost with Jean’s tongue flicking into her slit, tasting Emma’s own arousal and the smeared cream Scott had left from rutting her. Emma shook wildly, watching Jean’s tongue lap at her widespread opening, feeling it dart over her clit. Like bolts of lightning, Jean’s efforts raced through Emma’s tingling body.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Scott said, sitting himself down on the table by where Emma’s head had landed. She craned her neck to butt her forehead against his thigh in a small gesture of inclusion. “Am I going to have to gag you?”

Emma refused to give any outward sign of how much she loved having Jean’s tongue dance through the sloppy leavings of Scott’s fuck with her. She boiled, holding in the ecstasy she felt as Jean’s teeth nipped and worried at her clitoris.

God, why did Jean have to be so good at this? There was some dignity in having Scott—commander of the X-Men, born leader and tactical genius—being able to give her more pleasure than she could handle. But Jean doing it was just… wrong. Yet Emma couldn’t stop her cunt from giving its juices over to Jean’s hot, wet mouth.

Scott petted her hair in amused sympathy for her situation. Emma knew he was more amused than sympathetic, but she’d coddled his neuroses enough for him to return the favor. Not that finding Jean plebian was a neurosis…

“Emma,” Scott whispered, “think of our public. We want to show them what mutant pleasure looks like. Lying back and thinking of England is not going to cut it.”

“I’m thinking of Balenciaga,” Emma snapped at him.

But she couldn’t help herself, not with her… slight taste for Scott’s approval hanging over her head. She looked down again at Jean’s tongue burrowing into her flaming sex, licking passionately from her clit down almost to her anus. The feeling blazed through her misgivings, Emma getting hotter and hotter as that damned tongue licked through both Scott’s cum and all the juices that Emma had to give as Jean turned her on, turned her on so damn much…

“Fuck. Fuck! Don’t make me wait, Jean! It’s all yours—this hot cunt is all yours! Hurry, fuck it, God, fuck it with your tongue! I can’t wait anymore! I’m burning up!” Emma cried as her hands smoothed her dress over her heaving breasts, squeezed her own soft cleavage.

The ‘action’ at the UN had ground to a complete halt. No one spoke or moved, only watching with bitter envy. Even the straight women felt jealous of the rapture Emma was in, or even of Jean for getting to touch that perfect body. And of course, what man wouldn’t want to be Scott, with these two beautiful women at his beck and call, clearly performing for him as much as each other? It was no wonder his prick was stirring again, even so soon after his last ejaculation.

Naturally, no one bothered to try and shush Emma as she screamed in ecstasy. It was as if nothing they said could possibly be as important as her pleasure, and maybe it couldn’t be.

Jean smiled against Emma’s pussy and finally gave the blonde her tongue, sticking it inside of Emma’s cunt and sending flames flicking through Emma’s gasoline body. She couldn’t relate to Emma’s complex about fucking Scott’s wife. She loved eating out Emma, with her flicking, throbbing clit. She knew just how to teeth that rigid little button and lick at her tender slit. And it annoyed the hell out of Emma that she came so, so hard.

Scott saw his chance. He gave Emma a push, halfway dropping her over the far side of the table, so that her upper body was hanging off it while Jean held onto her lower body, keeping her lips connected to Emma’s slit in a long kiss. This left Jean’s body sprawled over the table, bent at the waist over its other side. Scott pulled his legs up, rolling from one side of the table to the other, landing on Jean’s side.

Her round ass waved temptingly as she leaned down between Emma’s thighs, as though waiting to be mounted. And though she wasn’t dressed as excessively as Emma, she was wearing a skirt.

Feeling him lift its hem over her plump ass and take a moment to admire her black panties, Jean looked over her shoulder at Scott, while rubbing her cheek against Emma’s groin—fingering her slit so that the spoiled brat didn’t throw a fit at her pleasure being interrupted. “Your cum tastes good, Scott.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“But there’s some place I’d like it even more than my mouth.”

It was risky, but Scott decided to indulge Jean and tease Emma a little. He gave the blonde a look so pointed she responded even through the haze of delicious enjoyment she was feeling. “Is that okay with you, Emma?”

Emma thought of several curses she didn’t dare voice for fear of appearing tactless. “Yes, yes, fine, fuck the bitch! Just don’t let her stop—“ she concluded in a whine, pulling Jean’s head back down between her legs.

Scott jerked Jean’s panties down around her thighs, grabbed her by the hips, and rammed his newly reawakened cock inside of her.

“Oooohhh!” Jean howled with glee, right into Emma’s cunt, unable to concentrate on tonguing it even as Emma impatiently humped herself against Jean’s face. “Beautiful, Slim!  Just beautiful!”

Emma growled, pulling on Jean’s hair until the redhead was able to take her mind off Scott’s hardness rutting into her enough to service Emma’s pussy. “He might’ve been ‘Slim’ when you first met, back before puberty when dinosaurs ruled the Earth,” Emma hissed. “But he certainly isn’t now…”

It didn’t take long after that. As ambivalent as her feelings towards Emma could be, eating her out and being on the receiving end of Scott’s renewed lust had brought Jean close to climax before ever being touched, and now his brutal thrusting was finishing the job. She was, at least, collected enough to teep her thoughts on the matter instead of diverting her tongue from Emma’s cunt.

Oh baby! I can feel it coming! It’s almost here, Scott! She moaned into Emma’s pussy as she licked it fervently.

“That’s it, Jean! Come for me! I want you to enjoy being mated, honey!” Scott barked as he plunged harder into her sex. “Open your mind to Emma! Let her feel it! You can both get off!”

Emma sniffed disdainfully, even though her face was contorted with the pleasure of Jean’s oral sex. “I hardly want Jean’s peasant mind—Scott!” Her delight ramped up to another level as Jean’s mind touched hers.

Jean may not have been Scott’s bitch, but she was used to following his orders—she trusted him too much to do anything else. All of a sudden, Emma was feeling Jean’s pleasure, while Jean felt Emma’s; that of her own cunnilingus. Not to mention Emma feeling Jean’s masturbatory enjoyment of Emma’s tongued cunt… a kinky little kick that Emma got off on as well.

With Jean’s mouth occupied, Emma spoke for both women, their thoughts running together and making their way to her full lips. There wasn’t much they could agree on, but when it came to appreciating Scott’s cock, they were in perfect symphony: “It’s happening! Oh God! It’s wonderful! It’s perfect! Fuck me! Fuck us! Make us come! OOOOHHH! I feel it in both of us at once! Fuuccck!” Emma screamed deliriously, her voice flickering between her own put-on British accent and Jean’s neutral American one, while her body shook and her breasts bounced on her chest.

Sharing her mind with Jean, Emma was forced to admit two things. First, that even though Jean had far less experience in debauchery and depravity than her, she still was able to lick her way through her own climax to bring Emma off in a way that the White Queen had to admit was impressive. She’d be hard-pressed to do the same, were it Scott fucking her, no matter how appetizing a pussy Emma had to tempt her with.

Second, that the fuck had gotten to be too much for her. Between herself and Jean, it felt like her cunt was somehow being eaten out and fucked, tongued and cocked, at the same time. And Emma could not take that. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, leaving her with an absolutely dumb expression on her face—all the more humiliating for the fact that, to an outside observer, it appeared as if she were coming only from Jean’s tongue, which was simply ridiculous.

It was almost unfair to Scott, really, implying that she had been fucked silly by Jean’s tongue but not by his cock, which she was far more fond of. Emma could get any woman on the X-Men to eat her out, but a cock the size of Scott’s, with Scott’s stamina behind it, was a rare find.

Not that anyone would think less of Scott. Not when Jean was clearly coming, and coming, and coming some more. Even Emma, with her mind linked to Jean’s, lost track of how many times the redhead came around Scott’s cock. Indeed, she was only vaguely aware that Scott was coming, though she felt his hot seed flood Jean’s cunt as if it were Emma’s own. Emma was coming at the same time, after all, and so it all blurred together, her pleasure and Jean’s, being dominated and submitting, the feeling of Scott’s fresh cum and the memory of him breeding her just before then.

So Emma was unsurprised when Jean handled her. Using her power to telekinetically lift Emma from where she lay like a broken doll and setting her back down in her seat. Jean straightened her own skirt and sat down herself, though she didn’t bother to pull up her panties, instead kicking them off her legs in solidarity with Emma. And Scott zipped up his fly and sat back down between them, doing little more to show the orgy he’d been through but to loosen his tie and unbutton the collar of his shirt.

He took a drink from a glass of water that had miraculously remained standing while both Jean and Emma were bred, then leaned over to his microphone and asked if the meeting had concluded.

***

The UN discussion didn’t come to a real conclusion, but sales of red sunglasses skyrocketed. The hot new fashion trend for women became dressing in white. Salons were flooded with appointments to dye hair red, while there was a huge uptick in searches for mutants on dating sites.

In the months that followed, Emma’s company began selling a new line of maternity wear. And suddenly there was a great demand for the three mutants to have speaking engagements in virtually every venue there was.

To say nothing of what Jean and Emma did after they left the UN and realized Scott’s cock still needed to be cleaned.