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The Summers Drive update
🕑 Added 2019-12-01 21:00:03 +0000 UTC
You promised you would breed me, you bastard! Emma thought in a rage, suspended between Scott fucking her throat and Betsy tonguing her ass. Donât you dare waste that cum in my mouth! But if you doâooohâI wonât swallow, I wonât take a single dropâcondescending prick!
âThatâs it, cocksucker. Youâve got me nice and close. Now for your reward,â Scott growled. âYouâre going to love it. Jean and Betsy have had their fill, now itâs your turn.â
She could hardly wait for him to come. She wouldnât accept his cum as readily as she had his dick, that was for sure. Sheâd spit it out right in front of himâŠ
âReady?â Scott asked, reaching down to caress her gorgeously sculpted face, even contorted as it was by being stuffed with his full erection. He felt himself clench, his cum boiling in his balls, filling his swelling shaft. âReady to taste what Iâve been pumping inside you all day?â
Do it, you bastard, blow your load, see exactly what I do with it! How dare you think to breed someone else before you do me? No one else gets their cunt wet before I do, not Jean, not Betsy, no one! Try it, motherfucker, I canât wait!
Emma only wished she didnât have the inhibitor collar on so she could teep him every word.
âTake it, bitch!â Scott ordered vehemently, feeling his balls throb as they only did for Emma, the slut, the whore, the mistress, and the woman who truly understood the darker parts of him, welcoming however he chose to use her. âDamn you, Emma, take it all!â
Bring it on, see if I swallow any of it!
She could taste his cum, his precum almost filling her mouth as it foamed out of him, and as though it were some aphrodisiac, her pussy clenched, heat spreading outward from it, clawing through her body like rising flames. The sensations swept upward, to mix with the taste of him.
âHere it is!â Scott grunted, impaling her mouth as his cockhead burst with cum.
Youâd better not hold anything back, you dirty bastard!
She gulped down his cum like each dose was life itself, her belly pleading for more even as she swallowed and swallowed. âMmmph!â she gurgled, headbutting his gut in her attempt to force his cock deeper down her gullet, as if she could get her lips to his balls and milk them directly.
âOhâyeah!â Scott groaned, holding her head down against the pillow with both hands as he pumped his hips against her face, making it clear he was fucking herâshe was just taking it. âYou donât spill a drop, Emma⊠Thatâs what makes you the best.â
At that moment, Emma didnât care if he never bred her. Nothing mattered but the delicious taste he filled her mouth with, how her pussy burst again and again with each swallow she got of it, thundering convulsions of pure rapture filling her as surely as his cum was.
Scott crushed all the weight of his muscular body into her mouth, finishing his release seemingly right into her stomach. He held himself down her throat for a few moments, then rolled off her, gasping for air, his cock slipping out of her lips to lie against her cheek. Emma moaned, gratified that she had taken enough to knock the wind out of him, and she lapped at his subsiding erection, collecting some of the stray cum that hadnât made it down her throat.
âMmmmm,â she murmured, eyes blissfully shut, the taste of his cream going on and on in the darkness of her satiated mind.
Then Betsyâs tongue slithered between her buttocks, finding her anus, delving inside with the pointed tip. Emma groaned and, lying on her side, raised her topmost leg into the air like she was performing her old strip routine, opening her buttocks to give Betsy more room. Betsy sucked at her anus, tongue piercing the sweltering hole, almond eyes looking over Emmaâs juicy ass at Scott and Jean while she lashed her tongue hungrily inside Emmaâs rectum, as if searching for any cum Scott mightâve deposited in it lately.
Emma bit down on Scottâs cock and his growing hardness defied the tightness of her jaw, spreading her lips wider and wider as he grew erect. Betsy was eating her ass, making her more of a wanton slut than ever, and Emma loved it. She took hold of Scottâs balls and squeezed them threateningly.
âSheâs gonna make me come, Scott. Youâre not going to let her make me come without you, are you? Youâre going to fuck me and come in me and breed me like you promisedâŠâ The more Emma thought about the idea, the more it turned her on. Imagine, Storm and Kitty and all the other X-Men whoâd seen her as such a whore for sharing Scottâs bed, like she was some seductress unworthy of their Boy Scout troop leader, suddenly seeing her toting around a belly swollen with his childâŠ
Scott gripped his firming cock and slapped her with it, giving Emma a little jolt of pain to go with the pleasure of Betsyâs anal tonguing. âQuiet,â he said dangerously, sliding down the bed, his erection brushing against Emmaâs tits, her belly, her thighs as he took up position on the other side of her from Betsy and that wonderful tongue. âI could always come in your mouth again. You know youâd swallow.â
Emma pinched her lips together primly and turned away. She did know, but what was worse was how certain he was of it. Her dirty bastard boyfriend knew her too damn well.
She heard Betsy purr, looked down. Scott was reaching around her womanly hips, petting Betsyâs pretentiously purple hair, approving of her efforts as she licked out the orifice opposite the one he was going to concern himself with. Then he tightened his grip, pulling her and Emma and himself together in one big sandwich. Emma felt herself mewl. As long as she was in the middleâŠ
His cockhead pushed aside the swollen lips of her entrance. Emma flinched. She was already raw from how much sheâd taken, yet sensitive from how long sheâd been tempted. It would hurt as much as she wanted it to hurt. And she didnât need her telepathy or even to look Scott in the eyes to know that he would claim her hard, savagely. And people thought Wolverine was the wild one. She clenched, fear coursing through her veins indistinguishable from excitement.
Emma buried her face in Scottâs hairy chest. âIâm your bitch,â she panted. âProve it.â
âYes,â he said simply, then grunted as he forced his length inside of her. âTake it, you filthy whore! Unh! Show me what youâre good for!â
Painful lightning shot through Emma as she felt his enormous length grind into her pussy. She writhed about, almost losing Betsyâs lapping tongue from between her asscheeks, but it was useless to resist. Scott was going into her whether she liked it or not. She wore a jubilant grin as she took six inches, with more to come. She had already come from it, climaxed despite and because of the pain, and she loved Scott for proving what a whore she was, for proving she was his whore.
She opened her mouth to cry out in agony that mightâve been ecstasy, but Scottâs mouth crushed against hers, his hands caressing her pristine face, now as flushed and as contorted with strain as it had ever been when sheâd throated him. Her eyes rolled around in her head, then she inhaled until her lungs were fit to burst.
âOhhh!â she gasped, able to feel both Scottâs cock and Betsyâs tongue inside her at once like they were competing for the same space. âYouâre killing me!â
âYouâre an X-Man,â Scott told her smugly. âYouâll come back.â
He reached down to grasp Betsyâs head, as tightly as heâd held Emmaâs while he was fucking her throat, and then he rolled on top of both of them, fucking down into Emma who in turn was driven down onto Betsyâs tongue. Faster and faster he pistoned into her, thrusting and withdrawing with his thick, hard-beating erection.
Betsy could feel it practically in her mouth, through the folds of Emmaâs pussy and the walls of her rectum, as she herself sucked and slurped at Emmaâs asshole, trying to match Scottâs jackhammering plunges. Emmaâs juices flowed from her, practically flew as Scott pulled his scorching erection out, only to piston it back inside, and as Betsy ate Emmaâs ass, she happily ran her hands through the rivers of mingled fluids, Scottâs and Emmaâs, lathering them down to her own chest and rubbing them into her breasts in masturbatory glee.
Her hands went lower, reaching her own simmering womanhood, and she jabbed her fingers into herself as her tongue dug into Emmaâs asshole, trying to force her upward, drive the blonde to impale herself even more fully on Scottâs prick, to make up for how Betsy was forced to use only her fingers. But not for long. She could feel Scott and Emmaâs growing ecstasy, ramping up in both of them like they were trying to psychically shout each other down. When they reached completion, she would ignite her psychic knife inside her sex. Join them in total ecstasy.
âReady to be a mom?â Scott asked, fucking into Emma with all of his flagging strength, pumping into her so hard she thought his enormous manhood would travel all the way through her and end up in Betsyâs mouth.
Emma could not answer. A concussive series of orgasm had long since left her mouth gaping open, good only for letting the drool drain down her chin.
The muscular delta of Scottâs pelvis snapped convulsively against her own belly with a series of smacks that Emmaâs best paddle would be hard-pressed to match, and then a great flood of his seed, thick and hot, burst into the clasping suckle of her pussy, filling her trembling sex to the brim, seeming to spread her weakly quivering thighs with sheer volume.
His cum was scorching, but Emma could still feel the blowtorch of his ejaculations as he still came more and more. It was like he was determined to mate her, pouring his essence into her womb until it was totally saturated, as he would use his optic blast to burn an enemy down to the last atom. Her belly bulged like she was pregnant already.
âHnnn,â Scott gasped out. âNice cunt.â Emma didnât know if he was referring to her or her pussy, but he was right on both counts.
Scott let out one last satisfied sigh of relief as he pulled out of what remained of the tightness of Emmaâs cunt. Her body was still lustful where Emmaâs mind was totally overwhelmed; her pussy only reluctantly released its grip on his half-hard cock. He came out of her with a wet sucking sound, and in his place was a chilling rush of air against her tender opening, quick and welcome, then the feel of her ruined pussy releasing all the cum it couldnât hold. Betsy nestled her head against Emmaâs groin and let it fall over her face like some fucked-up beauty mask while Emma lay there, exhausted, tired, relaxedâhappy.
Scott undid the inhibitor collar and took it off Emma, letting her feel the voyeuristic glee of Jean, the almost equal autoerotic pleasure of Betsy (she hadnât needed her psychic knife to come when sheâd felt Scottâs ejaculation right through Emmaâs body), and his own reassuring love and affection, almost sappy after how masterfully heâd dominated her. It almost made her want to put the collar back on, but while she liked being fucked by the monsterâCyclops, mutant terroristâshe lived for being loved by the man.
By the way, Scott teeped to her, if youâre going to bear my child, we had better get married.
Emma snorted with laughter. Marriage. The prospect had once seemed quaintly domestic. Now, knowing what it was to be Scottâs woman, it seemed kinky as hell. Imagine, getting up on a stage and admitting you were going to honor and obey a man in front of all his friends and family. If only she could mention the spankings⊠Yes, dear, she teeped back. As long as you can find a ring that meets my standards.
I do love a challenge.
Scott rolled off of Emmaâs body, landing between her and Jean. The redhead had long since recovered. While Emma was unable to move, Jean cuddled up to Scottâs chiseled body, patting the slowing heartbeat in his broad chest like she was easing it down from the rush of pushing Emma to her limits.
âEnjoy the show?â Scott asked her.
âAnything that can shut Emma up for a moment,â she replied. âBut now that youâre done, maybe I can get some sleep.â
âGood idea,â Scott said. âIf I breed you on the same night as Emma, thatâll make birthdays very complicated.â
âSo youâre going to make me wait a month?â Jean teasingly pouted.
âNo, heâll just do anal,â Emma jibed, finally able to move at least enough to beach herself on the other side of Scottâs muscular frame. Her blonde head lying on the pec opposite Jean. âA month of being sodomized might just be enough to loosen you up, Jean.â
âYou know when people call you a tightass, thatâs not what they mean, right?â
âLadies, ladies, how can you possibly have enough energy left toââ Scott broke off, looking down to see that Betsy had rearranged herself too. Lying between his legs, her head in his lap, lazily sucking at his limp manhood. He had to admit, it was a hygienic feeling. As long as he couldnât showerâŠ
Emma laughed. âThereâs a girl with the right idea. Get in line at the head of the queue for tomorrow morning.â
âI think I prefer Scottâs arms around me,â Jean said, using a little telekinetic nudge to bring Scottâs hand under her body and over her hip.
âWell, Scott has two arms,â Emma countered, wrapping herself in Scottâs other arm like it was a mink stole.
âIf only he had two of everything.â
âHey,â Scott said, âis that an eye crack?â
Can the jokes and wish us goodnight, Betsy teeped, nursing on his member as tenderly as anyone ever had a bottle.
A. Tell Jean you love her.
B. Tell Emma sheâs the best fuck youâve ever had.
C. Tell Betsy she was worth the wait.
Comments
Shendude
Super-hot, and yet somehow the ending is almost WAFF-y. Amaze.
