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Teaching Jean	By : Jaenelle Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Scott/Jean Views: 9015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Teaching Jean

Jean�s
hands flew over her mouth and tears filled her eyes.
She
had been shielded when she opened the door to hers and Scott�s bedroom, so she
hadn�t known there was anyone else in the room until she opened the door. She
stood, rooted to the spot, as the tangle of arms and legs in her and Scott�s
bed unraveled, and resolved into two women plus her beloved husband. Betsy and
Emma.
Scott
looked slightly ashamed. His two companions, however, felt no such thing.
�Hello,� Emma purred, looking at Jean standing in the doorway and sitting up in
bed, �Come to join the fun?� The sheet fell off her white shoulders and pooled
between her thighs, exposing her large, full, perfect breasts. She didn�t
bother to pull the sheet back up.
Jean
went bright red. �Uh�.I�m�I�m�I�ll wait till later�� And she was about to turn
away when Betsy, on Scott�s right, said, �You know, Emma, I think you�re right.
Jean�s too much of a prude for Scott. It�s a wonder she�s not frigid.�
�Or
maybe she is, and she�s been faking it all this time with you, hey Scott?�
Jean
turned back to the door, eyes flashing angrily. �I am not frigid. And
my�our�love�life is just fine, thank you!�
�Sex
life, Jean,ma dma drawled as she leaned backward in bed. Those perfect breasts
poked up higher. �Say it. �Our sex life�.�
Jean
stared at her, and didn�t say a word. Emma laughed. �Oh, Jean. And you wonder
why Scott keeps coming to one of us.�
�Why?�
Jean finally addressed Scott directly, tears spilling down her cheeks. �Why are
you doing this? Is it something I�m doing wrong? Am I not pleasing you anymore?
What?�
�Jean�sweetheart��
Scott got no further. Betsy cut him off.
�Jean,
look. You�re sweet and all, and Scott�s delighted with the sex�when he�s in the
mood. Scott likes to be in control, Jean. And how do you think a guy who likes
to be in control feels when his wife tells him she�s not in the mood and wants
to be left alone? And there are things Scott likes that you�ve refused to do,
and that puts him off you too.�
Jean
walked in and shut the door, before anyone else walked by and saw what was
going on in the room. �What do you want to do that I won�t do, Scott? Please
tell me. What have I not done?�
Emma
sighed and got out of bed, as did Betsy and Scott. Scott went over to Jean. �I
love you, sweetheart,� he said. �But you�ve set limits on what we do in bed,
and after a while it gets�boring.�
Jean
looked past him to Emma and Betsy. �What do you do with them that you can�t do
with me?� she whispered. Scott flushed and looked slightly embarrassed.
�All
kinds of things,� Emma finally answered her. �Anal, for one. You ever let him
up your ass?� Jean turned a deeper shade of red at the crude term, and Emma
grinned. �Scott loves that. And he loves it when we talk dirty.� Jean stole a
quick look down at Scott. Sure enough, �Little Scott� was standing at
attention.
�Oral,�
Betsy said thoughtfully. �And of course, a littoughough play does things for
him too. Oh, Scott, did you ever get that belt, that real thick one, that you
wanted to get the other day?�
Jean
looked at him. �I do like those things, Jean,� Scott said finally, quietly. �I
jack off sometimes thinking about hitting your ass�your bottom�with one of my
belts.�
�Ass,
Scott. Go ahead and offend her delicate sensibilities. Maybe she�ll realize how
much fun can be had once you both have progressed past the
�missionary-style-in-the-dark� stage.� Betsy grinned. �Hey, wanna try it?�
Jean
bit her lip. �I don�t know,� she whispered. �I don�t know how.�
�Hey,
we�ll teach you, right, Emma?� Betsy grinned. �Come Jea Jean. Shed the
clothes.�
Jean
slowly started to step out of her clothes.
* * *
�Okay.
First thing we�re going to work on is oral. Get on your knees between Scott�s
legs, Jean.� Jean went to her knees between Scott�s thighs and stared at his
cock, inches in front of her face. She had slept with him for years, and yet,
from this viewpoint, it looked like a foreign, alien thing to her. She
hesitantly licked it.
�Oh,
not like that,� Emma said crossly. �Come on. Open your mouth really wide, and
take all of him. Here, out of the way, I�ll show you.� Jeanotedoted backward
and Emma took her place. She went down on Scott�s cock, licking and sucking,
and Scott�s head went all the way back as he moaned in pleasure. Jean heard it.
It had been a long time since she�d been able to wring sounds like that from
her husband.
�That�s
how,� Emma said, getting up. �So give that a shot. Open wide�remember, Scott�s
pretty big---and take him all the way in.� Jean did so, but found her mouth
wasn�t big enough to take all of him in. How had Emma done it?
�When
you feel his head hit the back of your throat, swallow,� Emma directed. Jean
tried, but the alien sensation was too much, and she couldn�t get it down. �I
can�t,� she said, sitting back.
�Sure
you can. I did.� Emma sighed. �Betsy can. We all can, Jean, you just have to
forget about what you feel like and concentrate on bringing your partner
pleasure. You do want to make Scott happy, right?�
�More
than anything,� Jean whispered, and tried again. This time, though, when it hit
he back of her throat she swallowed at the wrong time and gagged. She choked,
tears filling her eyes, as Scott leaned forward. �Sweetheart, are you okay?�
Betsy
sighed. �We�re never going to get anywhere at this rate.�
�Yeah
we will,� Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room to get
when Jean had stripped. �Jean. We haven�t got all day. Open your throat and
take it all in.� She punctuated her words with a smack of the belt against
Jean�s ass.
Jean
had just taken Scott in her mouth for another try when the belt struck her
butt. She yelped, swallowing involuntarily with the pain, and then froze as
Scott�s cock slid all the way down her throat. She had done it.
�See,
I told you we�ll get somewhere. All right, Jean. As soon as you�ve adjusted to
the feel of his cock in your throat, take it out and do it again.�
Jean
closed her eyes. It wasn�t an unpleasant sensation�just an odd one. She
cautiously withdrew, then tried again. Again she choked. When she withdrew,
Emma took a handful of her hair and guided her head down on Scott�s crotch,
then smacked her sharply with the belt. When Jean�s throat opened to cry out,
the cock slid in. Emma held onto Jean�s hair, guiding her head back and forth,
punctuating the movement with slaps from the belt, until Jean�s head began
moving on its own. Then she stopped.
Jean
was concentrating on the job she was doing on Scott�s cock, and on the belt
hitting her ass repeatedly. When Emma stopped, she was mildly surprised to find
out that Scott was moaning in pleasure from what her mouth was doing and she
was also wet. She could feel the slickness gathering on her labia from hearing
Scott moan. She began to experiment, moving her tongue around as she was going
down and coming out, and was rewarded by Scott�s moans doubling in volume until
he started gasping. His cock stiffened. �I�m�going�to�cum�� he gasped. �Jean, I
want to see you�swallow��
Swallow?
She was supposed to�she couldn�t�and then his cock stiffened, and then
exploded. Jean, surprised, started to choke and gag on the thick, bitter,
creamy stuff filling her mouth and throat, and pulled off his cock as she
spluttered. Cum trickled from her lips and mouth, to drip onto the tops of her
creamy breasts.
Emma
sighed and crouched in front of her. �You were told to swallow by your
husband,� she said. �Why didn�t you?�
�I�it
tasted funny,� Jean said, suddenly feeling like a child being chastised for not
obeying a parent. �I didn�t like it.�
Betsy
sighed. �Think we need to teach her that Scott�s happiness is more important?�
�Yes,
I think we do,� Emma said. �It�ll give Scott some time to get it back up.� Both
women surveyed Scott�s wilted, limp penis, and nodded.
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