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The Thought of It 4: Betsy
🕑 Added 2024-02-04 18:00:01 +0000 UTCWith Jean on her knees, Betsy leered at the sight of the redhead’s raised skirt, panties stretched taut across her juicy ass. She wanted to come over there and sink her teeth into that creamy flesh, that beautiful ass. Betsy reached a hand down into her own skirt and felt out her excited clit as Jean took her mouth off Scott’s erection to admire it in all its stiffness.
“God, it’s so big,” she sighed, staring at her own saliva dripping off its intimidating length. “I don’t know how you haven’t ruined my pussy yet with that thing… you’ve been holding out on me.”
Then she took it into her mouth, just like she had it all to herself, without Betsy and Emma there to watch.
“Unnhh, Jean,” Scott moaned. It was impossible for Betsy not to pick up his surface thoughts… the heat of Jean’s mouth around his cock and how his cum churned in his swollen testes, desperate to get out. “Suck, Jean—suck all my cum out!”
He pumped his hips, driving his cock into Jean’s throat. She sputtered, her eyes wide with panic, but voraciously forced herself to take being so deeply violated. It didn’t take telepathy to know she would never relinquish his prick to Emma or Betsy.
With his cock throated, Jean pulled at Scott’s pants and underwear, working to get them around his ankles as if to distract herself from how fully she’d been penetrated. She sucked hard, her head pumping back and forth on her husband’s shaft, saliva coating it as it came in and out of her splayed lips. With Scott’s pants dealt with, she used her hands to cup his balls instead, the other one reaching around his hip and groping his muscular ass.
You’re delicious! She teeped, not bothering to restrain the psychic communication from being ‘heard’ by all present. You belong in my throat!
She gripped what she couldn’t mouth, stroking her fist slowly down and up on his length. Scott squirmed, muscles tensing and tendons writhing, trying to withstand the pleasure she was giving him without giving into his urges. If he didn’t hold himself back, Betsy knew, he’d fuck Jean’s throat like a dirty whore. He’d done it to her and it was only her ninjitsu hardening that let Betsy withstand how hard the man could lust.
Does Emma blow you like this?
Scott stared down at his wife and nodded. He wanted her to keep sucking, but if his control wouldn’t be lost to his own passion, it damn sure wouldn’t submit to Jean’s attempt at dominance. Betsy could’ve swooned. The redhead was a fool to try imposing her will on Scott. She couldn’t take the fuck she was trying to tease him into delivering.
Still, Jean popped his aching hard-on out of her mouth, letting it bob up over her. Running her tongue up its bulge-veined underside instead of mouthing it to give Scott all the relief he needed.
“You might come if I put it back in my mouth,” she purred, enjoying how Scott’s entire muscular body clenched with agonized lust. Even more rigid than her blowjob had made it. “Then you won’t be able to fuck me.”
“It’ll still be hard,” Scott groaned. “Three of you bitches here means it’ll take all three of you to bring it down.”
Jean tightened her fist on his trapped prick. It seemed to Betsy like there was barely any give in the stiffened flesh, not that Jean really tried to exert herself.
“Mmmm. You don’t have three bitches. You have my mouth to fuck, my ass to fuck, and my cunt to fuck. That’s all you need.”
“Do you really need any of those when it’s more fun just jacking off with me?” Emma asked. She reached down and swiped a finger over Scott’s raging cockhead, coming up with a pearl of precum to slide into her mouth. “So tasty. I’m surprised Jean can resist gorging herself on it. I know Betsy couldn’t.”
Scott gritted his teeth to retain his grip on himself. “I thought you were promoting yourself, Emma. What’s this, reverse psychology?”
“Oh, I’m not addicted to your cock, Scott. I just love it. That’s why you’ll pick me. We’re both all about control. We choose each other; they’re just whores who can’t help themselves.”
Betsy felt a flare of indignation, but she couldn’t deny the charge too strongly. She was mesmerized as she watched Jean play with Scott’s prick. It made her dizzy just seeing such a thing, even when she’d done far more illicit acts with that cock herself. She pinched her clit and shuddered; tiny convulsions ran through her juicy cunt and impacted her whole body.
Jean squeezed his cock, using both hands now, her fists twisting and turning to pleasure Scott to the limit even without taking him back into her mouth. “She may be right—I do feel like a whore right now, Scott. My cunt is throbbing. I want to suck you off and I want you in my pussy too.”
Precum dribbled from his knob and this time Jean got to it before Emma could, running her tongue over his glans, a soft sigh escaping her mouth when she tasted him.
“Emma may talk a good game and even look the part, but she doesn’t have the passion we share. Our bodies know each other, Scott. We love each other. They can’t make you come like I can because they don’t love you like I do!”
“Suck me,” Scott told her, driving his cock through her tight grip. “Tell me you love me with your throat.”
Jean swooped down on his member and accepted it into her gullet, this time without the slight gagging that had taxed her the first time. She dug her teeth into the base of his shaft while her tongue whipped up and down. She still broadcast her satisfaction with sheathing her husband’s manhood to all the telepaths in the room.
Taking her head in his hands, Scott lifted her up and then slammed her down again, filling her throat with his prick. Jean sucked frantically, wanting to taste his cum fast. It was as if she was trying to prove what Emma had said about her being addicted to his cock.
Betsy understood. The sooner he came, the sooner he would move on to her pussy.
“Ahhh!” Scott growled as Jean feasted on his throbbing erection. “I’m almost there! Unnnhh!”
Jean welcomed his coming eruption. She bobbed her head, with sucking smacks of her lips as she pumped her mouth close to his churning balls.
“I’m coming, Jean!” Scott bellowed. “Here it is!”
Hands white-knuckled in her red hair, he rode into her face like he was jerking off with it, his muscular loins slapping against her lips. His balls clenched. Betsy reached out with her telepathy and Jean made no effort to wall off the sensation as Scott’s thick hot cum spurted from him, splattering the roof of Jean’s mouth and charging down her throat.
“Take it! Take it!”
Emma smiled vividly at Jean as she began to turn red, held down on Scott’s cock and too busy gulping down cum to breathe in air. “Good cock-holsters don’t need oxygen, they need cum,” she praised, seeming to genuinely approve of the amount of seed Jean had now housed in her svelte belly.
Jean sputtered and gurgled and finally swallowed Scott’s exploding cock. She forced his semen down, though thick wads of it filled her cheeks and escaped the corners of her lips. Still she managed to accept his vehement need to sate his lust, held down on his groin by Scott’s iron grip, accepting each rope of cum that he fed her.
She sucked then swallowed, his pumping hips hammering her face as Scott helped his eruptions along by stabbing his spurting prick in and out of Jean’s throat. Jean drank his sperm right from his cockhead, almost inadvertently continuing her pleasuring of Scott’s cock—teeth scraping on its engorged length, tongue lashing over it. She was helpless not to lick at his bloated shaft while it thundered and jetted cum down her throat.
Scott’s taut ass clenched, the muscles fluttering with his ejaculation. Even as Jean was inundated with cum, she caressed his twitching ass—like Betsy, her receptive mind must’ve sensed how much he was savoring his orgasm and gloried in all she’d managed to do to him.
Because Scott wasn’t bothering to hold up his walls either. Betsy felt his deep relish, enjoying the sucking action of Jean’s mouth, thrilled by every inch his cum traveled up from his balls, through his phallus, and into Jean’s inundated mouth.
Betsy watched, loving the contorted look of passion on Scott’s face—wishing it to be hers, his response to whatever she had to do to satisfy him. Her own climax tore through her pussy and she almost toppled over. She caught herself just in time; when she looked at Scott again, he was still coming in Jean’s mouth. Betsy started touching herself again. Maybe she could get another orgasm out of this before they were done.
