X-Men: Surprise Party

Betsy took one ball in her mouth, suckled it, then took the next. All the while, Emma's rear bounced above her nose, the smell of sex sweet and tangy.

Scott squeezed Emma's breasts, before running his hands down her body to pull her cheeks apart. Betsy seized on the opportunity by running a quick teasing lick across Emma's asshole and the ridge of her labia.

"Oh!" Emma squealed with surprise, before melting into delight. "Oh, Betsy! That feels so good!"

"Does it?" Psylocke asked, before offering another lash of her tongue. Emma shuddered.

"Let me show you," she replied huskily. "Get your sweet arse up here."

Betsy didn't need a second invitation. As Emma rose and fell on Scott's dick, Psylocke pulled herself up, straddling Cyclops's head, positioning her pussy directly in front of his face.

His dream of seeing Betsy naked now fulfilled, Scott moved to realise his second dream. He leant up, straightening his back and opening his mouth so he could at long last taste Betsy's cunt, her labia engorged with desire.

Betsy cried out, then moaned. At first, Scott thought it was from purely his licking of her pussy and clit, but then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Emma. She was working the tip of her tongue in and around Psylocke's ass, lathering Psylocke's tiny pink hole and making her squirm with rapturous delight.

"Mmmm, that's it, lover," Emma said, her mouth buried in Betsy's cheeks. "Lick her. Taste her. Tongue-fuck her, like you always wanted."

Taking this as a challenge, Scott increased his efforts, scooping his tongue inside Betsy's pussy and draining her of her juices, ending with a thick lashing of her clit. The sexy Eurasian mutant tensed, the pleasure escalating as she was worked at from both angles, Scott's tongue hot and heavy on her slit, Emma's wet and warm on her asshole.

Emma, never to be outdone, ran her fingers along the rise of Betsy's tight asscheeks, finding the little rosebud she'd lubed up so well. She dipped a finger inside, finding it tight and making Betsy shudder.

Emma's spare hand plied Betsy's cheeks apart as she slipped her finger in and out, over and over again, before sliding a second in, stretching the pink little asshole wide to once again receive the full weight of Emma's eager tongue.

It proved too much, and Betsy let out a guttural scream as she started to cum, her knees shaking.

"Ohhhh fffffffuck!" She cried, her hips flexing and thrusting of their own accord, her crotch and ass rocking back and forth between Scott and Emma's mouths.

The psychic link that Emma had established between the three of them worked its magic, filtering all the pleasure Betsy was experiencing through Emma and Scott's minds. The intensity of it sent Emma into a tailspin -- she squeezed her cunt tight around Scott's cock as she came fast and hard, grinding her crotch down onto his.

Emma's screams mingled with Psylocke's, a cacophonous harmony of orgasmic joy.

"So good!" Emma hissed between high-pitched moans. "So fucking goooooood!"

Scott could feel his balls boiling up, could feel himself on the edge of ejaculation as now the pleasure of both Betsy and Emma blasted through his brain -- only to be quashed with the tingling sensation of Emma in his mind once more.

Not yet, my darling. She told him telepathically, looking into his eyes with a sinful smile on her face. We have to save that for the big finish.

Scott nodded soundlessly, his head swaying. Ordinarily, he might have taken umbrage at this intrusion, but in the midst of all this heat and desire he could bring himself to do nothing but follow Emma's lead.

Psylocke slid down from her position atop the two of them, and Emma murmured to herself as she pulled herself up and off Scott's dick, the head of it flicking from her folds, spattering droplets of her own fluids against her thighs.

They reshuffled quickly, working on instinct as Emma lay down lengthways on the couch, with Psylocke on all fours kissing and licking at her navel, while Scott positioned himself on his knees behind Betsy, his cock pressing up against her, throbbing at the tight flesh of her ass.

He ran his hands along her torso, cupping and massaging her full, firm breasts. He could see Emma watching him, clearly enjoying the sight of him and Psylocke naked together. Emma bit on her own finger, gliding a hand across her tits and down her stomach to play at her pussy.

Betsy, looking over her shoulder, eyed Scott with deadly desire.

"Do it, Scott," she whispered. "Take me. Fuck me hard, like we've always wanted."

Though it was inscrutable behind his glasses, he glanced at Emma. She nodded her head.

Do it, Scott. She told him telepathically. Fuck her!

He needed no further prompting. He pushed the tip of his member up against Betsy's slit and pressed it into her, sinking into her slick, soft pussy.

"Aahhhh!" Both Scott and Betsy breathed, the years of pent-up need extinguished in the one act.

Psylocke waited for the moment that Cyclops was balls deep inside her, the full length and width of him penetrating her so deeply, filling her up. She almost came just at the thought of it, but she decided instead to distract herself, muzzling at Emma's pink wet pussy.

Emma cooed with satisfied delight as Psylocke sank her index finger into her slit, exploring the hot, spongy flesh inside. It was like sticking a finger into a hot pot of honey, and Betsy marvelled at the reactions she was getting as she sought out Emma's g-spot and started flicking and frigging it.

"Feels so good." Emma whispered, her eyes drawing closed as she parted her thighs wider.

Scott, meanwhile, had built up his speed quickly, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of Betsy's as he fucked her hard from behind, watching his lover sprawled out in front of the both of them, getting licked and fingered.

He had given up on the thought of ever experiencing Psylocke this way, but now that it was happening he could hardly believe it was real, could barely think of never having it. Her cunt was so tight, so perfect, her body like a drug that he wanted more and more of.

As if reading his mind -- and in all likelihood she probably was -- Scott once again heard Emma's voice in his head.

You're fucking her so good, my love...but now do what you've always secretly desired to do even more. She said. Fuck her in the ass.

Scott hesitated.

Emma was right. Whenever Psylocke had walked past him in her uniform, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her as she passed -- couldn't help but stare at the sight of her in her blue thong, the material disappearing so enticingly between her round cheeks. He'd always wondered what it would feel like...but surely this, if nothing else, was crossing the line.

Betsy had almost frozen in place, right in the middle of licking Emma's pussy. Clearly Scott wasn't the only one that Emma was using her powers to talk to.

Look at her. He could hear Emma once more. She wants it. She wants it so badly...

"...Don't you, Betsy?" Emma finished by speaking aloud.

Psylocke bit down on her lip, her face flushed. She nodded her assent, confirming it by raising her ass up in the air.

"I want it, Scott. I want you. Fuck my ass." Her hands slid to her thighs, her fingers tensing as she pulled her asscheeks apart. "Please!"

Scott's head swayed as if he was drunk. He placed an uncertain hand on Betsy's rear, his thumb pressing against her puckered hole. She tensed, but not unpleasantly.

The hole was still wet from Emma's tongue.

He slid from the depths of Betsy's cunt, every ridge rasping against her pussylips as he pulled out, and he placed the swollen head of his cock against the entrance to her ass.

Emma watched with a mixture of rapt fascination and overwhelming arousal.

Psylocke breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as her heart pounded deep within it.

"Do it." Emma said, and he did, plunging his cock deep into Psylocke's buttery asshole, never before having experienced anything so sweet and tight.

He pushed in, further and further. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he could hear his voice mixed with Betsy's in ecstatic delight.

"Oh God!" Betsy cried out, almost screaming. "Oh Ggggod! It's so big! So fucking deep!"

When Scott had slid it in as far as he could, he paused, allowing them both to catch their breath. He knew if he tried anything else at this stage he wouldn't last long. He settled instead to simply view the tableau in front of him, the curve of Betsy's bare back, the sheen of her hair, the incredible sight of Emma bare naked and spread eagle.

With a motioning of her hips, Emma was able to coax Psylocke back down from the heavens to which she'd ascended, and reminded her of what lay so invitingly before her.

Furrowing her brow, Betsy concentrated her efforts on Emma, rasping her tongue along her folds and up her mound to her clit, which she started to suckle.

Her index finger still there, Betsy slid her middle finger inside Emma's pussy, and then her ring finger. Emma was so wet that they slipped in with ease -- it was the pinky that proved tricky, but soon Betsy was finger-fucking the former White Queen with everything but her thumb.

"Jesus!" Emma groaned, undulating her hips in time with Psylocke's fingers.

The sight of his lover with her legs spread and Betsy knuckles deep in her cunt drove Scott wild. He pushed his cock deeper into Psylocke as his hand rounded her hip and found her clit.

Just flicking it lightly with his fingertips was enough to make her writhe. She hissed in delight and pushed her hand deeper into Emma, her thumb finally joining the rest of her fingers.

Emma let out a high-pitched wail as Psylocke started to fist her. Betsy's rhythm was gentle, slow, but it was also steady, stretching Emma wide, her soaked pussy leaking all over the leather couch.

"Ffffck! Fffffck!" Emma swore through clenched teeth and tight lips, pushing herself away and against the hand that was filling her so deep.

All the while, Scott continued to take deep, hard strokes into Psylocke's ass, his mind and body filling not only with pleasure from his own actions, but the pleasure Betsy and Emma were experiencing as well.

He wanted to cum so bad, but he maintained his control as he watched Psylocke groan and murmur around Emma's pussy, her tongue lashing Emma's clit as she continued to slip her hand in and out of her.

"I can't --- can't take much more!" Emma said, the sensation of Psylocke's tongue on the nub of her clitoris drawing her higher and higher, the fullness of her fist inside her so painfully intoxicating.

Betsy could feel her own pleasure mounting as Scott's hard, thick cock gained speed, so deep and hot in her ass. Her slit was throbbing with the need to release, her thighs slick with her arousal.

She pushed her ass into Scott, fucking back at him -- he had one hand gripping her asscheek and the other slipping around to find her clit again. She knew that it wouldn't take much now to send her over the edge, so she poised herself, ready, and when she began to feel the wave building she followed through on what she'd been planning since she slipped her first finger in Emma's hot, moist cunt.

With a blast of purple energy, Psylocke ignited her psychic knife deep within Emma.

The effect was instantaneous.

Emma's whole body lurched as threw her head back and let out a guttural scream.

"UUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" Emma cried out, the sudden intensity of her orgasm overpowering her speech, her hips rising up as her fingers and toes dug welts into the couch, her blonde hair streaking her face.

The feel of Scott against her, inside her, the touch of his fingers against her clit, the sensations that were now flooding her with her psychic connection to Emma -- all of it was too much for Betsy.

Even as she concentrated on sliding her glowing psychic knife in and out of Emma's pussy, she felt her muscles constrict. Her asshole squeezed tight around Scott's dick, keeping it from moving more than inch or two.

Emma fell back against the couch, sated, as Betsy used the shoulder of her free hand and the forearm of the hand she had inside Emma to stabilize her weight, before hurriedly jamming her fingers inside her own dripping cunt, madly fingering herself as she crested the wave.

"Fuck!" She grunted, extinguishing her psi-knife and pulling her hand from an almost comatose Emma. It was slick and warm as she brought it around behind her to pull Scott in closer, to feel him deep inside her, the head of his cock throbbing in her bowels.

"Fucking me so...sooo..." Betsy's pussy squelched as her fingers moved in a blur, frigging herself. Scott, knowing what was about to happen, slammed his cock deep in her ass one last time, her skin rippling with the tremor of it. "...so gooood!"

Betsy thrashed against Scott as she started to cum, the long build-up culminating in a rapid-fire series of multiple orgasms. Bam, bam, bam -- one after another they wracked Psylocke's body, forcing her up onto her knees, arching her back, opening her mouth wide in a cry of ecstasy.

With a small gurgle of pleasure to punctuate her release, Psylocke peaked, then fell forward, Scott's twitching member sliding from her ass as she tumbled onto Emma, their breasts pressing against each other as they both lay on the couch, spent.

Scott watched the two of them, his dick trembling in the air. He was so close. So painfully close...

The two beautiful women lay there a moment, their eyes closed. But slowly their lashes flickered open, and Emma looked up at him with a smile raising the corner of her lips.

"Oh, my poor baby," she said, prompting Psylocke to half open her eyes and turn her head to also look up at him. "You want to cum, don't you?"

Scott replied by clenching his jaw and nodding his head.

"Mmmmm..." Psylocke moaned, looking into Emma's eyes. "We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"

They each took one of his hands and pulled him from the couch, standing him up while they in turn sunk to their knees.

They wasted no time in ceremony, no patience in teasing, as their mouths enveloped his dick, Emma sucking heartily on the head as Psylocke sucked the shaft and balls.

The psychic channel was still open, so he could feel their post-orgasmic bliss as they could feel his ever-building tension, and they laughed with delight as they licked up the salty release of his dribbling pre-cum.

Scott's hips started to bob of their own accord as Emma and Psylocke went to town on his cock, kissing around it, flicking their tongues along the helmet's rim and against each other, pumping their hands up and down the shaft and tickling his balls.

It all finally proved too much. The veins on Scott's body and along his shaft stood to full attention as he went spiralling over the edge. His balls drew up tight against his body.

"He's going to cum!" Emma cooed with delight.

"I want it all over me," Betsy said. "I've always wanted to feel it, sweet and sticky."

"Cum for us, baby!" Emma said, her hand tight around his shaft as Psylocke took another quick suck of the head. "Cum all over us!"

Scott started to groan loud and hard through gritted teeth, his eyes clenched shut as he bubbled over, spurting hot cum all over the both of them.

His load was thick and heavy and shot out in fat strands as it first hit Emma in the forehead, running down the length of her gorgeous, sculpted face to collect in the blue of her lipstick and to be licked up by a quick flash of her pink tongue.

The second spurt caught Betsy in the hair, running down to drip in her eyes and catch in her lashes.

The third hit them both on the chest, tracing the contours of their full, heavy breasts, Psylocke's dark nipples glittering with the semen they collected.

"Oh God!" Scott groaned. "Oh God!"

Having only moments ago cum themselves, the psychic link that was still open between the three of them left Emma and Betsy vulnerable to the intensity of Scott's own release. Their pussies quivered as they were both treated to the aftershocks, both experiencing quick, sharp orgasms by way of shared pleasure.

The post-script to their own enjoyment came with the final salvo from Scott's exploding cock, the last load dripping from the tip of Betsy's nose and the small cleft of Emma's chin. The two women began to giggle as they looked at one another, their make-up smeared with sparkling white jizz.

"Now that's what I call an optic blast." Emma laughed as she milked Scott for every last drop he had to offer, her hand as sticky with his cum as the rest of her.

"Our fearless leader!" Psylocke said in contented agreement.

For his part, all Scott could do was try to regain his breath, his body buzzing in the afterglow of his release.

"That was...that was..." He tried to say.

"The best birthday gift you've ever had?" Emma said with a knowing smile.

"The best ever." Scott said with a nod.

"I don't know about you two, but I could use a shower." Psylocke said, standing. She strutted from the living room towards the bathroom, stopping to throw a seductive glance back at them from over her shoulder. "Care to join me?"

The sight of her toned, naked body, her ass still glistening from the fucking it took, her thighs wet, her face and tits glistening with cum -- she looked like sex personified. Scott and Emma could only smile to each other, before he helped her to her feet.

They followed Betsy to the shower, where Scott fucked her against the wall, the water streaming down their bodies as Emma watched, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm. When Scott came again, Emma knelt on the tiles to lick it clean from Psylocke's pussy, massaging the soap into her skin to clean her off.

They eventually collapsed into bed, all three of them exhausted, and when Scott awoke it was to sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. Emma was naked and coiled in his arms, but as he looked around he saw Betsy was nowhere to be seen.

He found a note on the bedside table. He tried not to wake Emma up as he lent over and picked it up.

The most incredible night I've ever had! Best wishes to the birthday boy and his wicked collaborator...and wishes for another night together not too long from now. Xxx, Betsy

Next to her name was the outline of her purple lipstick where she'd kissed the paper. Scott let out a breath as he lent back into the pillows.

As his mind wheeled through the events of the previous night, he could hardly believe them to be real. It felt so unlike him, to have thrown caution to the wind so fully.

He started to wonder -- how much had he changed in so short a time? His merging with Apocalypse, his alienation from Jean, the start of his relationship with Emma...was he becoming a different man? And what kind of man was that?

Emma stirred beside him and moved in closer, resting her head in his nook. She really had provided him with the best birthday gift he'd ever had; the chance to cut loose, to relinquish control, and to enjoy life on its most primal level.

He resolved not to overanalyse it. Instead, he wrapt his arms tightly around Emma, closed his eyes, and dreamt of what she might have in store for him for his next birthday...