Black Out

Spider-Gwen IV

Tears burned their way out of Gwen’s eyes. She didn’t know if she was furious… ashamed… heartbroken… or jealous. But she couldn’t look away from Peter and Mary Jane. Mary Jane was worshipping his cock with a passionate desperation, as if she couldn’t stand the thought of there being any doubt over how much she loved it. She sucked his cockhead and massaged his engorged shaft with her right hand, his prodigious length giving her plenty of room to do both. With her other hand, she rubbed her cunt. Gwen could only imagine the pleasure she was feeling—the redhead seemed to ripple like a plucked guitar string with every movement of her fingers, muscles flexing, hair swinging back and forth with every dive down his erection like it was charged with electricity..
 
“Oh God, oh God, you’re so big and hard and sweet!” Mary Jane panted, pulling her mouth off his cock in a haze of saliva. “I want you to fuck my throat, tiger! Get me on my back and skull-fuck me! I’ll make you come, baby. I’ll make you come all over me until there’s nothing left in those big balls.”
 
Gwen watched, barely able to believe that the smart, confident woman she had known could be such a slut. They changed positions. Peter made a pillow of webbing for Mary Jane to lie back on, then he crouched over her face, knowing her puckered lips were the perfect home for his vibrant erection. He locked Mary Jane’s head in his hands and fucked his cock into her mouth, his manhood as hard as rock, making Mary Jane gag each time it plunged between her widely stretched lips.
 
Those lips clung like melting wax to Peter’s pistoning shaft. Mary Jane keened with wild pleasure as Peter entered her mouth, the sound of her fulfillment breaking off into pleased gargling as he took her throat as well. Gwen found herself hardly surprised as Mary Jane now slid both hands down to her wet pussy, fucking herself urgently. It was no shock to her that a woman could be turned on by having her mouth used for a man’s satisfaction. She was becoming aroused herself just seeing how Peter made use of Mary Jane’s throat.
 
Mary Jane’s hips twitched spasmodically, a shudder doing through all of her abundant curves. She was holding back, fighting the pleasure as much as she could. Gwen could tell that Mary Jane wanted to come as Peter covered her with his load. She could only imagine the rapture of practically having two orgasms, one inside, one outside.
 
“Hhm! Gghh!” Mary Jane groaned, her mouth overflowing with cock, her hands jostling furiously in her slippery sex.
 
Peter panted, grunted, filling Mary Jane’s mouth with his stiff member, driving it into her throat, refusing to allow an inch of it to stay outside her full lips. He was fucking her mouth with fast, fierce thrusts, making the redhead sputter and drool around his pistoning cock, and Gwen couldn’t imagine how Mary Jane was taking it. Then she saw his ass clench, his body stiffening so hard she could see his tense muscles vibrating.

“Now, MJ, now!” he moaned.
 
Mary Jane rubbed her clit wildly, her hips spiking into the air, her body straining for the same fulfillment that Peter was finding. He drove his cock up to the hilt in Mary Jane’s red lips and there, he exploded, flooding Mary Jane’s throat with cum. A half-second later, Gwen saw Mary Jane’s orgasm tear through her. The blonde had never gotten off as hard as Mary Jane did from having a man come down her throat.
 
Peter wrenched his spurting cock away from her, his still-shooting cum splattering her breasts, her shoulders, her face, leaving all of her dripping with his creamy seed. Mary Jane writhed orgasmically as she felt herself being whipped by his jetting semen. It made Gwen hunger to have him come on her too.
 
“AAAHH!” Mary Jane howled as she came, cum running down her chin while she cried out. “OHHH! AAAEEE!”
 
Gwen squeezed her thighs hotly together, biting her lip to hold in her excitement. But nothing could contain the raging lust she felt, seeing Mary Jane’s body orgiastically undulating in the hot grip of climax. She wanted to be doing that to Mary Jane. She wanted to feel that way. She didn’t care if Peter was the biggest brute on the planet, if it was rape, abuse, she didn’t know, she didn’t care. Whatever it was, as long as it made her come.
 
And the worst thing was, she could see that Mary Jane felt the same way. That she was Peter’s careless bitch, his slut—and that she was being amply rewarded for abandoning her dignity.
 
“Do it again, tiger, please… I can come again!” Mary Jane moaned. “Put it back in, quick, quick!”
 
Peter had not softened an iota; his lust hadn’t diminished either. He scrambled down to the legs she had opened for him and fed his cock into her flooded pussy. If anything, he was even bigger than before, harder. They both howled in rapture as the fuck started again, only heightened, reaching a new plateau of depraved bliss as they gave themselves over to the lusts that the blowjob had kindled.
 
He fucked Mary Jane in short, quick jabs, but each hitting Mary Jane with sledgehammer force, enough to throw her through the air if it weren’t for Peter holding tightly to her hips. Mary Jane was nearly out of her mind with ecstasy, clawing and scratching at Peter as if to punish him for holding back the little he was, or for bringing her to such heights of delight that nothing else could satisfy her, leaving her addicted to him and his cock alone.
 
Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she could only mewl as she found herself on another peak, though her orgasmic bliss did nothing to slow Peter in driving himself into her. In another moment, passionate screams were rising from her once more.
 
They rang in Gwen’s ears as her eyes rolled back in her head, the blonde losing consciousness, her mind simply unable to take both the voyeuristic pleasure she was blessed with and the needing lust she was cursed with.
 
Peter and Mary Jane didn’t even notice. Their rapture was far beyond simple exhibitionism now. They couldn’t have cared if they were alone in the universe or in the middle of Times Square.