Scott was understanding when Betsy finished second and cursed that Emma had cheated. It was hard for Betsy to be mad—and Emma to be smug—when Scott took a handful of both their fat asses and pulled them against his body, groping and kissing them while he promised that Emma would be both rewarded and punished for her performance. Then he showed them to the bed, where two sets of manacles were waiting to hold the women down as Scott cooled them off. One demanding orgasm after another.
Of course, they both ended up desperate for more—each able to feel the others’ wild need, greedy stars blazing away in the psychic firmament, and both knew the other would take Scott’s love if she didn’t insist on it. But the more it went on, the more the submissive state that Scott ushered them into came naturally, and after only three orgasms a piece, Scott told them it was time to quiet down. Their bodies betrayed them; obedience to Scott made them yawn despite their own pussies’ desire for more. Until, like good little girls, they were satisfied with the feel of Scott’s musculature as they cuddled against him and he stroked them to sleep.
Betsy was in the middle of a dream about the many ways Scott would love and cherish her—her being far more receptive to such treatment than the fundamentally cold Emma—when she woke to the feel of something soft and wet upon her pussy. Blinking her eyes open, she saw Emma’s face buried between her thighs. Betsy instinctively opened her legs wide, a shudder passing through her as Emma happily sank the length of her tongue into Betsy’s accepting cunt.
Couldn’t resist, could you? Betsy teeped.
Acknowledging that Betsy was up, Emma lifted her face up and offered Betsy a smile. Didn’t want to. Since we’re in the same harem, and it seems inevitable Scott will be calling on us to perform for him, it only makes sense to practice.
Then she went back to her work. Her tongue at Betsy’s womanhood and a hand going up to cup one of Betsy’s delicious breasts. Betsy sighed happily as fingers squeezed her nipple, already erect. Her head rolled from side to side and she embraced the big arm Scott had sprawled over her, hugging it tightly while the burning glow at the tip of Emma’s tongue turned into a blazing inferno.
“You do have good taste in women,” Betsy muttered, peppering small kisses on the concrete muscle of Scott’s bicep, absorbing the faded taste of sex and sweat from all they’d done before sleeping. Her teeth nipped at a vein that snaked across the well-sized muscle.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad to share Scott with someone. As good as he was with his prick, Emma was a master with her tongue. Turning Betsy into a trembling mass of delight with every movement of her tongue on the inner walls of Betsy’s sex. Choked gasps distorted Betsy’s kiss-tightened lips while Emma made clear that Betsy’s cunt was now a tool she could use to make the ninja feel as she wished. Quivers shook the wondrous curves of Betsy’s physique; manifestations of her growing need to come.
You can fuck her as much as you want, Scott, Betsy thought feverishly. So long as this little nympho stays around to tongue my cunt.
Emma giggled into Betsy’s mons. It’s so good to know I can still reduce such a strong and capable woman to putty in my hands.
And Betsy smiled into Scott’s thick arm. You are the one servicing me, Frost. I’m happy to be reduced as much as I can be, so long as it’s your tongue in my twat.
Why be so limiting? You’re far more than just a wet hole, Braddock. You’re two wet holes.
Parting the cheeks of Betsy’s lushly fleshed ass, Emma pushed two fingers deep into Betsy’s rectum. Despite the indignity, Betsy couldn’t deny she liked the feeling of being stuffed so full… even knowing that far more could fit in her asshole, the sensation could be even more exquisite. Like when she’d let Scott make her his anal whore.
Oh, Betts, that hurts, Emma teeped with a wicked grin on her face—one that was being rubbed against the damp lips of Betsy’s cunt. You know I was the one to teach Scott all about anal sex. You really think that prissy little redhead let him up her pretty little butt?
I t-think he… HHEEEE taught you what a s-slut you are… how much you can tuh—TAKE! Betsy tried to send through the gasps and groans she was also stifling, her pleasure such that it was very much like agony.
She took her mouth off Scott’s muscles and buried them in the mattress instead, spilling obscenities into the bedsprings while Emma carefully grew her stimulation. Betsy felt the orgasm welling inside her when Emma took her clit into her mouth and stroked her fingers along the frayed nerves Scott had left from stretching her ass so far. Being anally hollowed out didn’t leave a girl insensate, despite popular opinion. It taught Betsy’s nerves to vibrate like violin strings, as they did now…
“GGH!” Betsy gasped, exploding, what felt like torrents of her wetness racing into Emma’s happily sucking mouth. Convulsions wracked her body and if it weren’t for Scott’s arms tightening around her, squeezing into a hug, she thought she might’ve flown right off the bed.
“Easy does it,” Scott husked in her ear, his deceptively slender body still more than strong enough to absorb all her thrashing, all the throbbing from deep inside her overwarm flesh. “Just come for Emma. Let it all out.”
“Feels like I’m on fire!” Betsy crooned, her voice a high tremolo.
“Emma, that’s enough,” Scott said firmly. “There’s no need to make her beg you to stop.”
“Yes, Scott.” Emma came off of Betsy and slid out from the covers, kneeling down on the floor beside the bed. She crossed her hands behind her back and erected her head to its impressive height, like she was some pristine statue and barely at all a creature of flesh and blood. “You may feel free to use me, Scott. It’s been a long night. You must be wanting to do more than dream of me.”
Scott petted Betsy as she came down from her orgasmic high, ready to slip back into blissful silence, her eyes already heavily lidded. A few warm kisses along her pretty face did nothing to reclaim the ninja from her languor.
“That was nice of you to get Betsy off the way you did. And you’re being a good girl right now. Offering me the use of your mouth.”
All the icy precision in Emma’s cultured voice could not erase her triumphant smirk at Scott’s praise. “Thank you, Scott. But then, I am a good girl. And I am yours to use. And it looks like Betsy needs a little more sleep. She’s not used to… keeping up with you… the way I am.”
Scott smiled evenly. Behind his visor, he rolled his eyes. “But then, you made fucking Betsy’s ass look so appetizing.” He kissed Betsy’s cheek again. This time, the others in the room could about feel the warm flush that spread from under his lips. “How about it, Betts? As long as you’re all warmed up, how about letting me in your ass? I’d hate for Emma’s mouth to be overworked…”
While Emma’s eyes raged with quiet fury, Betsy managed a wan smile: “If it hasn’t happened yet…”
Scott snapped his fingers. “Then again, there’s still the matter of Emma’s punishment to work out. And this early in the morning, we should have the pool all to ourselves. Why don’t you two get dressed—as much as you ever do—and we’ll see about swimming some laps for morning exercise?”
Emma bit her lip, still looking oh-so-appetizing, kneeling beside the bed. “It’s not very good for morale for good girls to go unrewarded,” she groused.
Scott reached out to put a finger under her chin and lift it up. Making it almost like Emma was looking down her nose at him—only she couldn’t look away. She had to see the man that dominated her so thoroughly. “Good girls don’t like being punished,” he informed her. “Would you like to skip out on your punishment? Since you were so good this morning?”
Emma’s eyes angled downward. “No, Scott.”
Betsy slipped out of the bed. “Then come on!” she barked. “You know if one of the bloody New Mutants are at the pool, he’ll call the whole thing off! But if we get there and lock the door behind us…”
Emma came to her feet. “The bathrobes are this way,” she informed her counterpart. “We’ll save time if we swim naked. Won’t we, Scott?”
“Very strategic,” Scott praised her. “And it’s sweet that you’re willing to share.”
“Oh, I’m not. She’ll be wearing one of yours.”
Betsy colored a bit—suddenly imagining herself wearing Scott’s jersey. For whatever Yank sport the man had played. Surely he’d been team captain of something. “I have no problem with that,” she stated.