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🕑 Added 2019-12-29 00:00:01 +0000 UTC
The alarm chime broke them up as surely as a bucket of cold water. Within seconds, Gwen was on her feet, wiping her mouth with her hand. Mary Jane licked her own lips clean and pulled the sheets over herself, still experiencing the aftershocks of her climax. And it had felt like the first of many…
“I’ve gotta go,” Gwen said, grabbing for her clothes. “If I don’t give this lecture—”
“I remember,” Mary Jane said, picking up the phone and shutting off its alarm. She had been the one to set the timer. Her and her bright ideas… “Good luck! Make good choices! Courage, mon brave…”
Gwen stooped to kiss her. “I will be back tonight to pick up where we left off.”
“I’ll be here,” Mary Jane said, still catching her breath as she squeezed her legs together, trying to prolong the sexual experience now that one half of it was out of the equation.
With Gwen gone, Mary Jane scrolled through the pictures on her phone. It seemed to take a while before she got to any with Peter in them. He was getting out of the house, meeting new people—apparently he was very popular at the Ball. So popular that she barely ever saw him.
She remembered when Peter had first moved in. Her last boyfriend had left her for another woman, she’d been lonely and cuckolded, and it felt like she would never forgive the male gender. At times her resentment would burn in her like fire, not stopping until she cried it to death, but Peter had changed all that. Something about having a man around the house again. It made Mary Jane feel confident again, self-assured, and she’d sprung back to life enough to catch Gwen’s eye… the rest had been history.
But now she missed him, and not just as a confidante. Mary Jane didn’t want to acknowledge it, even to herself. That was too much like giving into these strange feelings—frightening and wrong—exciting in all the worst ways. It was like she’d been taking some diluted form of a drug… getting the majority of her treatment from Gwen, who was great, obviously, the perfect girlfriend… but not that she’d stopped getting Vitamin Peter, her system was all out of whack, and she wondered what it would be like to get the full dosage of him.
***
“I think you broke her,” Gamora trilled, looking at Nebula as the blue-skinned woman seemed to stretch in every capacity, sprawled out to a spread eagle extreme, her legs far apart, her pussy gaping open, her mouth the same way. The only reason her cunt wasn’t running white with Peter’s cum was that it’d covered her breasts and face instead—marking her to the point where her cybernetic implants were hard to discern.
Gamora had, of course, seen Nebula take far worse than a few orgasms, but Nebula was used to pain. Ecstasy was another matter entirely.
“She’ll recover. They always do,” Peter said, before realizing the implicit brag of stating that he’d reduced multiple women to quivering masses of fucked out flesh. He ducked his head.
But Gamora smiled at him reassuringly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t. “Well, I’m not going to drag her back to my ship. What do you want to do while we wait?”
Peter caressed her full, thrusting breasts, feeling the hard nipples and wondering how much they had to do with him and how much with her sister. “That depends. Think you can get me hard again by the time Nebula comes to?”
“Why?” Gamora pouted. “Do you want her again?”
“As much as I can get. Of both of you. If that’s alright.”
“You paid for us both. You’ll get us both.” Gamora licked her lips. “But since you’re the client, why don’t you have Nebula eat me out while you fuck her?”
Peter chuckled. “You’re the boss.”
“No, I’m the nasty little whore you bought and paid for,” Gamora said with a grin, sliding down onto her knees in front of him. She took his softened prick and licked it clean of Nebula’s juices, thinking that this was only the first sample of many—Nebula would be far more reasonable now that she knew how much more fun it was to kick back and relax than to be a daddy’s girl. “And for now, you’re all mine,” she crooned, gently caressing his slowly growing erection.
Nebula wanted to slug her. She’d just come back to herself, only to see Peter’s huge cock stretching her sister’s lips. She could almost hear Gamora growling as she sucked for the cum that was rightfully Nebula’s.
“I want Peter to lick me,” Nebula said, fuming over them starting without her and angry with herself for being aroused by the start of their lovemaking.
Peter was sitting on the bed, Gamora between his legs. Nebula pushed him onto his back and hurriedly knelt over his head. Peter put both hands on her hips, fingers rounding her pert buttocks as he looked up at her, his body trembling at the sight of her little blue slit—though it might have been Gamora bobbing her head on his prick.
Comments
Shendude
This is a fun story. Is it weird I like the plot-y but on top as much or more than the smutty bit below?
Malcolm Tent
This is one of my favorite stories of yours aside from Disney Sex Magic. Hope we get to see more of Carol and maybe some Scarlet Witch lol.
