Mind Games(Betsy Braddock/Psylocke and Jean Grey/Phoenix)

Jean relaxed against the boxer clad form of her mate, wearing nothing other than a slinky black negligee, a black thong, and thigh high stockings. She leaned to the side and absent mindedly played with Peter's abs. It tempted her to stray those fingers down a little bit further. Jean resisted her primal impulses, at least until her guest arrived.

"So, when is she coming?"

Jean turned to Peter with a light smile on her face. She moved up to nuzzle the neck of her beloved. "Several times tonight, if you're up to your normal standards."

Peter flashed her one of those grins. Jean just responded by smiling and pressing her lips firmly upon Peter's with a nice long kiss. Her tongue delved deep into Peter's mouth and pulled out of it. Jean and Peter spent a minute feeling each other's bodies up. Peter rested his hand on the small of Jean's back and she flashed him a smile.

"I mean to ask when is Betsy arriving."

A smile flashed over Jean's face. She moved her finger into position and lightly played with Peter's hair. Her playful demeanor increased when edging closer towards him. "If I couldn't miss my guess, she should be arriving some time."

Betsy Braddock opened the door and wondered why Jean insisted on her wearing such a scandalous dress code for a private meeting for her. She did not bother to argue, just went along with it. Betsy wore a nice long overcoat as instructed to cover what was underneath and noticed the Headmistress of the Xavier Academy and one of her top teachers, nuzzling on the couch in a state of undress.

"Miss Braddock," Jean said. "Have a seat."

The woman sat down on the chair across from them. She looked at Peter's hot body and started to drool.

"I'm glad you find my boyfriend so hot," Jean said.

'Honey, it's plastered all over your thoughts,' Jean thought.

Betsy was a good telepath, but Jean found a way into her mind. She still had no idea what happened to Emma Frost last week, although the students around the school speculated as Emma walked around looking rather bow-legged and sore.

"Sorry, he's just…well you're both….."

Jean nudged Peter away and Peter swept Betsy up into his arms. He gave her a very intense kiss which made the British telepath squirm in Peter's arms. His hands rested on her back and pulled Betsy in tight to him. She could not believe the feeling which visited her body.

"We are, and we know," Jean replied. "We're going to make you feel really good as well."

Peter finished kissing Betsy. Betsy grabbed onto the back of the skilled young man's head and kissed him even deeper. Their tongues pushed together with Peter pulling out of her mouth.

"Why don't you show Peter what you're wearing for him this evening?"

Betsy dropped her overcoat to reveal she was wearing nothing other than a sexy black thong and a pair of thigh high boots. Her round perky tits bounced freely in front of Peter's face. He looked over his shoulder to see Jean slipping her clothing off to reveal her bountiful breasts.

Jean cupped Betsy's breasts and jiggled them in her hands. Betsy thought about stepping back. She remained rooted on the spot with Jean feeling up Betsy's round breasts. The tits rubbed against the palm of Jean's hand as she felt them up.

'Oh, poor baby,' Jean projected.

Peter felt his boxers being tugged at by Jean's mind and then her mental grip slowly pushing out his cock. She turned Betsy to show her his cock being slowly revealed. Betsy watched more and more of Peter's engorged manhood revealed for the entire world.

"Bloody hell!" Betsy swore.

"Why don't you do something about that?"

Betsy descended to her knees to get a better look at the merchandise. Her hand pushed against Peter's hard and throbbing cock.

"At once, love."

Jean snickered at the inclination in Betsy's voice. Her mouth opened and took Peter in between her lips. The first few inches worked into Betsy's mouth. She opened a bit wider to accommodate him before taking Peter as far into her deep and warm mouth as possible.

"Suck his cock like you were always meant to," Jean said.

Jean closed her eyes and worked her way into Betsy's mind to stir up the primal lust in her mind. Peter grabbed the back of Betsy's head in response and drove his huge cock into her throat. His manhood spiked back and forth with each thrust going a little bit deeper than the last.

Betsy worked her tongue around Peter's engorged prick with desire burning through her body. She needed to have him buried constantly in the back of her throat. Her salvia moistened his prick.

Jean climbed down to Betsy, who crouched down to give Jean perfect access to her pussy. The naughty redhead stuck her fingers into the pussy of the Euroasian Telepath. The perfect beauty drove her fingers down against Jean's slit.

"Oh, keep it up, and I'm going to cum in her mouth," Peter said.

"Then you can watch me suck the cum out of her mouth and make your dick hard again to fuck her," Jean said. "Don't hold back. I know what you're capable of. Make her choke on your big cock."

Peter's balls experienced a telekinetic tug thanks to Jean. He groaned the further he pushed into Betsy's mouth. She made slurping sounds which made him lurch a little bit into her mouth.

Betsy took Peter's cock into her mouth as hard and fast as possible. She sucked him like a champ. Betsy's warm mouth was sucking him hard. He could hardly hold back from shooting his load into her mouth. Betsy knew it just by a few surface thoughts she managed to grab him.

The slinky telepath redoubled her effort with Peter driving his hard cock into Betsy's waiting mouth. Her throat opened and closed for Peter to go deeper and faster to spill his load. His balls lurched and white-hot cum exploded to coat Betsy's oral hole.

She took a huge load of cum into her mouth. Betsy kept her lips around Peter's deflating member and caused her not to waste a single drop of cum as it kept spilling into her warm mouth. Betsy pushed her hands on Peter and sucked him completely of everything her mouth and lips could reach.

"Up."

Betsy rose up to meet Jean. Jean grabbed Betsy's face and aggressively kissed her. Nails dug deep into Betsy's cheeks and Jean's tongue pushed into the back of her throat. She made a production of sucking all of the cum out of Betsy's mouth and deep into her throat while rubbing her hardened nipples against Betsy's in the process.

Jean maintained eye contact with Peter when performing these sensual actions. She reached in and grabbed Peter's cock through Betsy's spread legs and squeezed it. Peter moved forward and rubbed his prick against Betsy's ample ass cheeks.

"Oh, Betsy, your ass is so fucking nice."

And there were some nice asses on this team, Ororo, Rogue, and Emma in particular, but Betsy really ran away from the prize. Peter pushed his prick against Betsy and she rubbed her ass against him.

The couch folded into a bed with a few thoughts from Jean. Jean motioned for Peter to lay back on the bed.

'Just relax, love.'

Peter's hard cock stuck up ready to ride. Jean released Betsy from her oral obligations and pointed over towards Peter. She locked eyes onto Peter's thick prick as it rose confidentially in the air. Betsy walked over to prepare to have her fun to mount the thick stick next to her. She grabbed onto the base of the cock and ran her fingers down onto him.

"Climb aboard."

Betsy grinned. She was ready to ride. Peter sat up to grip her waist and position her perfectly over his cock. Betsy's dripping box lowered itself over Peter's engorged manhood.

"Betsy you're really fucking tight!" Peter groaned.

"I know," Betsy said. "And you won't believe how tight I can make this pussy. I'm going to have that nice big cock spewing in no time."

Jean started behind Betsy and gave her a few kisses. She moved down Betsy's bouncing body. Peter locked his eyes on this visual stimulation of Jean kissing the same beauty who rode him with expert skill. She moved down to lavish her pleasure on Peter's body as well.

The redhead really did know how to have her fun with Peter. Jean's naughty mind blocked out Betsy's pain sensors and made her drive down onto Peter's hard prick. Her well lubricated center grabbed onto him. Jean leaned in and kissed Peter's jawline.

"Want to feel how wet my pussy is?"

Jean wiggled out of her thong and Peter caught the aroma of her pussy. His cock jumped up a little bit when slamming inside of Betsy. Jean crawled her way onto Peter and kissed his abs and chest while practically shoving her ass into Peter's face. Peter grabbed onto Jean's supple rear and squeezed it.

"I have to taste it," Peter said.

The web slinger touched his tongue against her wet pussy and ground his tongue around her. Jean's warm juices trickled and made Peter as hard as a rock when going inside of Betsy.

Betsy, stretched beyond all reason, rode up and down. She could feel someone tugging of her nipples. No hands were president so the very obvious culprit could be proven. Betsy rested her hands on Peter's torso and rose up to bounce down on him. She received more attention from her nipples.

"I'm going to…MMMM"

She came far harder than any other time in her long life. Betsy's wet walls clamped down onto Peter when driving herself down deeper onto him. Her wetness enveloped him and released him with several very potent pumps. His hard cock slammed its way into Betsy's very tight pussy.

"Oooh, yes" Betsy yelled.

"Feel that burn," Jean said. "And cum as many times as you can handle."

Peter grabbed onto Jean and went deep inside of her. He needed to taste this pussy. Her intoxicating aura blinded Peter. His cock lurched up as he kept tasting Jean.

Betsy did not want to be neglected for very long. Her warm vice closed around Peter's hard cock. It pumped into her body constantly as the hours ticked up.

The number of orgasms long since passed the double digits. Jean kept Betsy's mind very alert, using her own powers. Soon, she would have the orgasm to end all orgasms.

'Please let me feel his seed before I pass out.'

Those pleading words reached Jean's mind. She jumped a little bit when Peter touched a particular sensitive spot on her with his roaming hands. His tongue extended up and around to brush Jean's g-spot with all of it's might.

Betsy screamed as she came one more time around him. Her body shook with the feeling of a very electric orgasm. Her nipples hardened thanks in part to Jean giving them a nice telekinetic tug and also because of Peter burying his rod deep inside of her body. He stuck to her insides and stretched it out.

The warm pleasure became way too much for Peter to withstand. He lurched up and his balls finally gave way.

Both lovers came together. Peter buried his hard cock against her wet pussy. She drained the contents of his balls with a rising and falling bounce.

Betsy withdrew from around him. Her pussy overflowed of its warm gift. She crawled back onto the bed and panted.

Jean crawled over the top of Peter, making sure to rub her body against his cock. She waited at the edge of the bed. Her toes danced against Peter's flaccid cock and rubbed down on it.

The sultry redhead moved in to get a second taste of her mate's gift. The cum trickled down for Jean to go in perfect position to lick and suck from her.

While she sucked the cum from Betsy's overflowing pussy, Jean wrapped her toes around Peter's cock and jerked him off. The slow, and steady footjob brought Peter all the way back to life. He watched with Jean teasingly spread her thighs out.

"Oh, you're just asking for it now."

Jean wrapped her warm soles around Peter's member and gave him a very prominent tug. He rose up between Jean's soft feet as she continued to work his member. The warmth wrapped around his cock just made Peter rise and drop the further Jean worked him over.

'Are you ready to give me what I'm asking for.'

Peter watched her body prone. He could see all of Jean's sexy curves. Her sexy body shined in front of him. Peter ached and needed to be inside of her now.

Her feet dropped to the bed and Peter stood up behind her. He pushed his hands all over Jean's body and felt her up. He teased her, her breasts, her belly, her legs, and everything, other than the hole in the center which craved his cock.

Turnabout had been fair play, at least as far as Jean had been concerned. She made sure to spend some time in between Betsy's thighs, a place where many men and women would have liked to move in for the foreseeable future. Jean danced up and down Betsy's wet pussy and sucked as much of her as possible from her.

Peter massaged Jean's sexy form. He wanted to be inside of her very badly. His hard cock ached at the thought of driving into Jean's warm pussy.

'Peter, I need you.'

'And the mighty Phoenix reduced to begging for cock.'

The heat pumping between Jean's thighs were going to get very intense in a hurry. It was almost like some invisible force drew Peter closer. His cock needed relief in a hurry and Jean's pussy was one of the best places for Peter to find his relief in a hurry.

He aimed his aching prick towards Jean's welcoming hole. Peter lined himself up to the edge of her hole and pushed past her lips inside of her. Peter rose back and drove his hard cock inside of Jean's very wet pussy.

"Yes, right there, baby!"

Jean stopped eating out Betsy just enough to feel Peter's cock submerge inside of her. The web slinger pushed himself back and forth into Jean's warm pussy. He pushed in and out of her with Jean clinging onto him and releasing him. Peter pulled almost all the way out from her. He then drove deep inside of her one more time.

Her pussy grabbed onto Peter's engorged prick. Every single time Peter pushed his way inside of Jean it felt like his cock was being enveloped by something very hot and amazing. He groaned while feeling Jean's warm twat grab onto him. Peter pulled almost all the way out of Jean and slid his hard rod into her again.

"You're going to cum for me."

Peter gained Jean's full and undivided attention by grabbing her breasts. Peter plunged his way inside of Jean at a constant and never ending rate. His balls slapped Jean on the thighs firmly the deeper he pushed inside of her. Peter pulled from Jean and shoved his aching prick inside of Jean's wet hole. He groaned when feeling Jean tighten around him.

Warm juices soaked Peter from the tip to the base as he pushed into Jean. He slowed down the temp of his thrusts and sped it back up to make Jean scream.

Her lover could go as fast and slow as he wanted, as gentle as rough as she needed, and Jean would be there right next to him every single step of the way. Her nails ground into Betsy's thighs when she continued to eat out the beautiful woman.

"Lick my dirty twat, love."

Betsy saw stars thanks to Jean's very able tongue. She could hear the constant moans and the sounds of unbridled fucking going on behind her. It was getting to be very frustrating for Betsy to see and feel something like this going on. She watched Peter plant his thick rod inside of Jean's snug twat.

'I need a second helping.'

'Patience, good things come to those who wait. And speaking of.'

Every single one of Betsy's nerve centers struck a cord thanks to Jean pushing the right switches in her mind. Betsy tried to regain control of her own mind. This failure drove home one very obvious point. She was Jean Grey's bitch and perfectly okay with this fact.

Peter slammed his cock into Jean's receiving pussy. Every time he pulled back from her, his tip brushed against Jean's wet pussy slit. He edged back from her and drove his huge cock inside of her body one more time. She stretched around him.

"Good things come to those who wait," Peter agreed. "Just like I'm about ready to cum for you."

Jean waited long enough to get another load of Peter's hot cum inside of her. Her womb awaited to be baptized in Peter's warm semen. He shoved his rod into her and pulled out before driving his cock inside of her waiting and willing pussy.

"Yes," Jean encouraged him. "Yes, they do!"

The two joined each other with Jean's next orgasm being the thing that triggered Peter. His hard cock lurched and spilled his seed inside of Jean. The first few blasts of cum fired into her. Peter buried his rod inside of Jean and painted her insides with his sperm.

Peter finished pushing into Jean. He came, Jean came, and Betsy came. Peter dropped down onto Jean's sweaty back and slid out of her.

All three parties rested on the couch with Jean and Betsy crawled next to him on either side and wrapped their curvy forms around Peter's muscular body.

He just had to smile.

End.