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The Summers Drive: Go see Emma and the Cuckoos.
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
When Scott got to the Stepford Cuckoos’ dorm, he froze in shock. Not stunned, but shifting into the cool, tactical mindset that he reflexively deployed against unfamiliar situations.
The triplets were there, wearing their would-be private school uniforms: navy-blue skirts, white blouses, and black mary janes. They were also bent over, their skirts pulled out to reveal shapely legs outlined in black stockings, bare white thighs crossed by garter belts pulled taut, and clinging black panties that fit their rounded asses to perfection.
Emma stood in their midst, holding a ruler as she leaned against the room’s writing desk. With her in front of them, they seemed to be bowing to her.
At Scott’s arrival, she snapped the ruler against the edge of the desk. And at the sound, the panties were slowly, reverently lowered to reveal the girls’ quivering buttocks, flexing in anxious anticipation of what Scott’s presence would bring. Not to mention the neatly shaven slits underneath, like ripe fruit waiting to be picked, clenched and nervous.
“Hello Scott. I’ve rounded up three more volunteers for the cause. I trust they meet with your approval…” Emma ran the end of the ruler from one perfectly sculpted ass to another. “After all. what’s to disapprove of?”
Of course, they were her clones.
“Emma,” Scott reasoned, “they just turned eighteen a few months ago…”
“That’s right, Scott. And they’ve all greatly enjoyed their newfound freedom. But now it’s time to contribute to the mutant cause.”
“They’re your pupils, Emma. They’re like daughters to you. You honestly want them to get pregnant now?”
“Why not? We’re already resigned to sending them off into battle. If anything, maternity leave would be safer. And while I’m sure they’ll all enjoy themselves, I’m betting you’ll only be able to handle one of these tight teenage pussies.” Emma smirked. “It’s a gamble. They all get to have fun, but only one of them pays the bill. And believe me, Scott—when I was their age, nothing thrilled me like that.”
“And as long as I’m fucking someone other than you, they might as well be… you.”
Emma bobbed her head in acknowledgment. “You see right through me, Scott. A feature in your visor, perhaps?”
“No, you just turn to diamond so often that I’ve gotten used to it.”
Emma straightened, walking toward Scott with her ruler rapping against her palm. In her naturally white sweater, tight as could be, with a Peter Pan collar of dark accents, she looked like a teacher any student would fantasize about learning sex ed from. Not to mention her black and white tartan skirt, short as could be, almost revealing her panties—or lack thereof—with every swish that her shimmying hips put in it. And although her heels were typically nice, what really sealed the deal were the dark-rimmed eyeglasses she wore, putting the final touch of maturity on her, in perfect counterpoint to the young and inexperienced doppelgangers she was presenting Scott with.
“Maybe I’ve grown a little tired of old home week—you carrying out every fantasy you’ve ever had about women other than me. Well, I have my own fantasy. I certainly wasn’t lucky enough to meet you young enough to take my virginity, and these girls have long since thrown their virtue out with their spring cleaning. I still want for all of us—you, me, them—to see how they take a real cocksman like yourself. And we both know you’re not such a Boy Scout that you don’t want these Girl Scouts’ cookies. So go on. Initiate them. And once you’ve had the juice freshly squeezed, you can appreciate how well my wine has aged.”
She was right up next to him, her statuesque frame almost leaning against his broad chest. Scott reached around her, his hands traveling around her womanly hips and up under her skirt to grope her plump ass. There was no panties to get in his way.
“I don’t need to fuck them to appreciate you. All seeing those three asses does is make me want to get my hands on yours.”
“Then break their slutty little cunts in like you have mine and I needn’t be so jealous of the little baby bitches.”
Scott kissed her forehead. “Only you could be less jealous after watching your man fuck other women.”
“Do it when I can’t enjoy the show and I’ll finally stop letting you have your cock when I’m done using it.” So saying, she unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. Scott wasn’t immune to the promise of three barely legal sluts, sicced on him by the White Queen herself. His erection had become gigantic. “Oh girls? Mother’s serving dinner. Come and get it while it’s hot.”
Somehow making the move as graceful as her days as a stripper, Emma pivoted her way around Scott so that she was behind him, giving the Cuckoos an unobstructed view of Scott when they turned around to stare wide-eyed at him and his stiff endowment. While they watched, Emma dragged an obliging Scott backwards. The triplets took an involuntary step forward, padding after Scott like dogs dancing after a treat.
Emma slipped around one of the beds, pulling Scott back so that he reclined on it, his prick jetting up into the air. Mindee, Phoebe, and Celeste circled around it, bending down to better examine its fearsome size and bulging veins.
“What do you think, ladies?” Emma asked smugly. “Have you learned enough from the master to handle her… hardships?”
“His cock’s very… big,” Mindee said nervously.
Celeste smirked at her. “Scared?” she goaded. “If Ms. Frost can take it, so can we!”
“Okay then, you go first,” Phoebe said.
“Yeah, show us how good it feels,” Mindee challenged.
Celeste only grinned wider. “You’re on.”
She didn’t mind going first. Not at all. Just looking at Scott’s fat cock made her more horny than she could stand. Her eager little pussy was dripping wet when she moved to straddle Scott. Emma stood by his head, her hands applying a subtle pressure to his shoulders, enough to hold him still as Celeste mounted him.
“Wait, Celeste,” Scott said weakly. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”
He had to say it. He was moral, responsible Scott Summers. But as Emma’s lustful smile confirmed, he secretly hoped Celeste wouldn’t hesitate at all. He thought of how deliciously tight her teenage pussy had to be and his erection felt like it would never go down.
“You want to, Mr. Scott,” Celeste giggled. “If you don’t, how come your cock’s so big?”
“Now, now, girls,” Emma said over Scott’s blush. “It’s always that big. He just doesn’t always want to use some lucky girl as his cocksleeve.”
The Stepford Cuckoos laughed over Emma’s naughtiness. Little Celeste positioned herself right over Scott’s manhood, her knees lining his hips. She rubbed the slippery wetness of her pussy back and forth over his swollen glans.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t!” Phoebe cried. “Do it!”
“Yeah, we dare you!” Mindee taunted her.
Pressing her lips together in a tight smile, Celeste fit the juicy opening of her sex around Scott’s engorged cockhead. Then she was sliding down it, taking into her pussy a shaft as big around as her wrist. Mindee and Phoebe gasped, waiting for her to display the pain she had to be feeling.
She didn’t. Cooing with delight, Celeste went all the way down the veiny length of Scott’s member until only his bloated balls were visible. Fully impaled by his prick, she shivered in ecstasy.
“Oh, God,” Celeste moaned. “I’ve got it all! He’s in me all the way!”
No shit, Scott thought. Her little teenage pussy was a snugger fit than he could’ve ever imagined. He hadn’t fucked Jean until they were both adults; Celeste was the first teenager he’d ever had, a taboo fantasy come to life. He barely stifled a snort expressing the lust he felt.
Emma had unconsciously slipped her hand down to her moist, creamy sex as she watched Scott with her younger self, their obvious arousal and enjoyment turning her on so much it was hard to bear. She pushed her slim finger through the folds of her skirt to her pussy, touching the hard throbbing of her clit, rubbing its hood lightly. Her already wet cunt received another wave of warm juices.
Usually, her desires were instantly gratified—she wasn’t used to being so horny. In a way, she liked it. Once Scott was warmed up, she’d be right there, knowing exactly what to do with a raging erection that might break three little girls like the Cuckoos.
“Break them good, my darling,” Emma exclaimed, pulling and pinching at her clit, the sensations she reaped running rampant through her voluptuous body.
Then Celeste was working herself up and down Scott’s prick. It wasn’t the smoothest fuck, she was clumsy at it, but she was too eager to try anything else. Mindee and Phoebe crowded closer to see better.
“Unnh, Scott!” Celeste panted. “Can’t you move some, Mr. Scott? Come on! Fuck me!”
Scott reached the end of his self-control. He was only human. The gorgeous little trollop writhing around on his cock, begging to be fucked, was just too much to resist. He’d worry about the consequences later. Grabbing her by her trim waist, Scott gave a lustful growl as he hammered himself up into Celeste’s pussy.
Mindee and Phoebe exchanged worried glances. Surely, their sister would be hurt by being fucked so hard, so fast. But to their astonishment, Celeste threw back her head and shrieked gleefully.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it!” Celeste moaned. “Really fuck me, Mr. Scott! Don’t stop!”
Scott’s usually stoic expression was now a snarl of lust. He reddened all over, panting as he pumped himself into Celeste’s velvety little pussy.
“Am I moving enough for you, Celeste?” he growled.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped. “I love it, Mr. Scott! I love being fucked by you!”
Mindee and Phoebe looked at each other. It was obvious Celeste wasn’t faking. She groaned and gurgled with pleasure, her juices spilling from her cunt as she took the steady pumping of Scott’s big cock. Clearly, fucking didn’t hurt. Or if it did, it was worth it, to judge from Celeste’s delighted squeals and writhing body.
They didn’t understand how Celeste could take a prick so big without being broken by it. They could only watch in fascination as Scott went faster, demanding more and more of their sister.
“Ooooh, shit! Hoa! Hoa!” Celeste hissed. “Give it to me, baby, I want it hard! Nngk!”
Scott felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Every stray thought he’d ever had about an attractive student was now in indulgent fulfillment, better than could be imagined as he pistoned his engorged manhood into Celeste’s exquisitely tight pussy. She rode his member with delighted wails, loving every second of it, every inch he gave her.
Scott fucked her even faster, as though he were on top and not she, watching her luscious young breasts jiggling crazily inside her blouse. It was almost as good to watch as his thick cock slamming in and out of her widespread pussy lips, forcing out her glossy cream. Once again, Scott forgot all about his responsibilities and concerns, becoming just an aroused animal enjoying a wonderful fuck.
Emma slipped onto the bed beside them, kissing Scott before she started fingering herself frantically. Scott heard the wetness, her pussy was so hot and juicy.
Holding Celeste tightly by the waist, he worked himself faster and faster into her seething cunt. Celeste’s big blue eyes rolled crazily, then shut tight. He felt her pussy clench like a closing vise around his member.
“Hhuuruu! Shit! I’m comminngggg!” Celeste fucked. “Ohhhh, God, Scott, Scott!”
Her pussy went into hard, delighted spasms around his prick. Scott was glad he’d jerked off with Rogue, otherwise there would be no way he wasn’t coming already. But knowing there were two more tight teenage girls waiting for his prick, Scott felt like he could keep going forever.
Emma simply had to come; she couldn’t stand it any longer. It felt like ages since she’d had any sexual release. Her fingers sluiced through her labia and pumped into her sex. She added another finger. And another, so she had four fingers buried in her horny snatch. She dug her thumb into her clit and rubbed it hard. She was getting off good.
But Scott knew he could make her come better.
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