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🕑 Added 2018-07-21 21:33:01 +0000 UTCMary Jane didn’t waste any time on small talk. She knew what she wanted and it was going to be hers. The way Peter kept looking her up and down, eyes almost tearing at the shortness of her skirt and the lowness of her cleavage, she knew he was going to give it to her.
Going up to him, she stitched her hands together on his shoulder, resting her chin on her joined fingers. “Mind if I suck your cock?”
Peter started. “MJ… God, we’re in the green room.” He chuckled disbelievingly. “Let’s wait until your bandmates aren’t around.”
Mary Jane’s eyes sidled back and forth, animatedly displaying that the room was empty at the moment—her idiots wasting their time at rehearsal. “I don’t think they’d mind…” She looked down at the growing erection in his pants. “In fact, I think they might want me to share.”
A shudder went through Peter. “Jesus, you’ve got to be kidding me. I know they’re your friends, but… I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you jealous—“
Even though he protested, there was no way he could conceal how quickly his half-hard cock leaped to being fully aroused.
“But not until you fuck me,” Mary Jane reminded him, pulling him down with her as she lowered herself onto her back. “Go on. Whip it out. Let all those bitches see what kind of big dick a girl gets when she’s the lead fucking singer.”
Peter couldn’t resist any longer. He reached down and unzipped himself as Mary Jane opened her legs. He should’ve known—she wasn’t wearing panties, her spread thighs pushing up her dress to her hips and clearing the way for him.
“Gggh!” Mary Jane moaned, wild with joy as his gigantic erection slid inside her. She clamped her thighs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck, grinding her body into his thrusts. “Fuck me, tiger, fuck me! I want to hit a fucking high note because of you! Make me a goddamn opera singer!”
His enormous cock was splitting her open as he pushed into her, driving her into a frenzy of lust. She wanted it to go on and on. But even as her pleasure mounted, she felt him clench.
“Nh!” he grunted as Mary Jane felt rockets of cum shoot into her. It looked like she’d overdone it when she was getting him hard. Not that she could blame him. She was so hot, an album of hers could get a parental advisory just for having her on the cover. “Shit, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t think you’re going to get out of this that easily!” she panted. “I’m too hot for any man to stay soft.”
She rolled Peter onto his back and mounted him, jamming her throbbing cunt down to the root of his cock. Insane with lust, she lowered her breasts down to his face as she rode him. Her dress was cut so low that she just had to shrug one shoulder out of its strap and there they were, plump, heaving, and offered up to his salivating mouth.
“Suck me, tiger. Suck me hard!”
Peter’s lips found her left nipple and sucked it sharply. At the same moment, Mary Jane clenched her sex on his hardness and began pumping herself down on him like she was working it at the club. Then Peter’s teeth sunk into her breast. The pleasure was so intense that all MJ could do was moan in a sort of stupor as she kept up her riotous pistoning up and down.
“Oh… Uh… yes. YES! AAAAOOOWWW! NHHH! GAHH!” she wailed as her orgasm broke through her.
All Peter could do was hold on as Mary Jane flailed and writhed on top of him. And as she squirted onto his chest, she hit a perfect high note.
“Motherfucker! That’s more like it!” Mary Jane gasped. “You’re lucky… I think tonight I’m going to do an encore.”
Suddenly the door opened. The Mary Janes were inside before they saw what their namesake was in the middle of, and what was in the middle of her.
“Oh wow!” Betty gasped. “Mom and Dad are having some alone time.”
“I knew she’d be on top,” Glory exclaimed.
“Shame on you two!” Gwen laughed. “We’ve got a show to do.”
“I do my best work after Petey’s fucked my brains out,” Mary Jane said, happily pulling herself off of Peter to reveal the cum-strewn dick, still hard, that had given her a gaping sex and thighs slick with semen. “You should try it. Might help some of you with your stage fright.”
“We don’t have stage fright!” Gwen protested.
“You should,” Mary Jane retorted. “You’re not that good. Maybe that’s why I got the first go and you get the sloppy seconds, Gwennie.”
“Sloppy thirds,” Betty said, pushing past the blonde and the redhead to stand over Peter. She needed this. She had deluded herself for too long into thinking that sex only happened in the darkness of a bedroom. She was a rock star. She could have it anywhere. And judging by how hard Peter was getting from looking up her dress, she could have it with Mary Jane’s boyfriend.
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Shendude
Nice.
