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Bull Market 2
🕑 Added 2026-01-11 23:00:32 +0000 UTC“Not that MJ was going to let him come. Not yet. She was too good a cocksucker for that. Which I suppose makes it a little better. Imagine if my boyfriend stepped out on me for a bad blowjob.”
Gwen didn’t know what was wrong with her, why she was shuddering at the thought of Peter and Mary Jane together. It hadn’t been long at all since she’d had sex—she and MJ were very passionate with each other. Yet here she was, hungry for it, so hungry for it she didn’t even want it, she wanted something deeper, fuller. Desire she wasn’t even capable of. That could only be shared between Peter and Mary Jane.
She needed that to fully alleviate this frustration—seeing Peter take charge of all Mary Jane’s fervent lusts and pin her down to be sure she was totally satisfied. To take her, fuck her, delight in her to the fullest, not the surface level appreciation Gwen was capable of. She needed to see how Peter worshipped MJ with sheer ardor for her.
Gwen squeezed her thighs together just thinking about it. She needed a drink, needed to feel the slow burn that started with her first whiff of alcohol and continued into the liquid plunging inside of her. That was what she wanted; not to do what Mary Jane had done, but to watch and savor like a strong drink as Mary Jane had a release with Peter that Gwen could never give her.
“Keep going,” Gwen breathed, feeling the tension lessen a little with her admission. It was almost pleasurable now. “How… h-how good a blowjob did she give him?”
“Mmm… Peter enjoyed it, I can tell you that much. The way he petted her hair, you could tell what a good girl he thought she was. It was almost excessive the way he went on, telling her how great it was, telling her to suck him, not to stop, that he was almost there. Mary Jane kept him so deep in her mouth, like she didn’t want to chance letting one inch of him out, just in case he wouldn’t put it back in. There was just one time she let him out, just one. She pulled herself off him and looked at his cock like she couldn’t believe it’d been in her throat. I heard her curse. Then I heard her say what a whore she was, a few times actually. Then Peter went back in her mouth and she didn’t even hesitate to take him again. Letting her lips part over his broad cockhead and move over the marble-hard shaft so she felt every last inch of it go in her, until she was feeling his short hairs up against her face. She must’ve really enjoyed having Peter hold her down on his cock the way he did, because she started touching herself then. Can you imagine that? Getting so turned on sucking dick that you just have to play with yourself? No wonder she thought she was a whore.”
“And did he come in her mouth?” Gwen asked, trembling. “Did he come in her dirty whore mouth just like she wanted him to?”
She needed her vibrator. If she had it, she would use it right now. Or maybe she’d fuck Mary Jane, even if she’d been unfaithful. Because she’d been unfaithful. She needed something inside her pussy, something fast and hard, something to match the thrum of her pulse and drive it through the roof until she finally exploded. Even if it wasn’t enough, wasn’t what she truly wanted.
Because what she really needed was to watch, as Felicia had. To see what a dirty whore Mary Jane really was. To see her fucked as Peter fucked her. Stretching her out, deep and hard, so hard that it was worth cheating on Gwen so long as she had that amazing cock inside her. Gwen knew Mary Jane loved her. The thought that Mary Jane loved cock, one cock in particular, and that it was worth all that sick, naughty, nasty love…
Suddenly Gwen was at the cusp of coming. She knew it, Felicia knew it, Felicia was sliding a hand up her thigh and under her skirt and almost touching her cunt and Gwen wanted it, needed it, please, she begged, closing her eyes, giving her mind over entirely to thoughts of Mary Jane kneeling before Peter and worshiping his cock like it was her purpose in life.
“Please,” Gwen whimpered, “please, please…”
“So turned on,” Felicia cooed in her ear. “Just thinking of it. Mary Jane cheating on you. I’d scratch Peter’s eyes out if he touched another woman, but if it makes you this hot…”
Gwen gulped in air, tried to force herself back to reality. “I don’t… it doesn’t…” She reached down to push Felicia’s hand away, but her fingers were as limp as strands of spaghetti.
Felicia’s middle finger skated across her gusset. Gwen’s eyes rolled up in her head. She wasn’t just wet, her panties soaking, she was sensitive. Tender. Felicia’s finger did more for her than… than Mary Jane.
“I’m okay with it if you are,” Felicia breathed. “My man. Your woman. They get to fuck. We both get to watch. And I play with you a little—like I did just now. It’s only fair. I’m not the one with the cuckquean fetish.”
“Fuck you,” Gwen panted. “I don’t have a fetish, I don’t… I don’t…”
“He’ll fuck her good, Gwen. He’ll fuck her so good and hard and you’ll be right there, seeing everything. You won’t even have to touch yourself. I’ll do that for you. Imagine kissing your beautiful Mary Jane, knowing he’s come in those luscious lips of hers.”
“Gghhh!” Gwen couldn’t stop herself. Her release dropped through her, hitting her cunt like an anvil, becoming a tiny rush of liquid that felt as immense as a geyser going off.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Felicia moaned, so aroused herself that the heat came off her like an open oven. She licked some of the sweat from Gwen’s cheekbone. “Tell Mary Jane. Tell her tonight. Or I’ll tell her that I made you squirt with one finger.”
The boiling in Gwen’s brain went down like someone had switched off the burner on a stove. She could think again. “You didn’t see jack. Mary Jane didn’t do anything with him.”
“Clever girl. Good thing you didn’t realize it until after you came. I don’t think you would’ve squirted if you knew we were just pretending Mary Jane had cheated on you.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Gwen asked, finally able to take a step back and put herself out of range of Felicia’s hand.
“I hate seeing a good perversion go to waste. You and Mary Jane make a cute couple, but clearly that ass of yours is puckered too tight for anal. So, I’m going to be real nice and let my boyfriend fuck your redhead. You can thank me later.”
Gwen swayed on her feet. She felt lightheaded. Felicia’s sheer sexuality conspired with the wetness in her panties, her own throbbing body to prevent any denial of the truth. It did turn her on to think of Mary Jane cheating on her. She did want to accept Felicia’s offer. As crazy as Felicia was, she was also like a genie come to grant Gwen’s deepest, darkest wish.
“And does Peter… want that?”
Felicia just smiled. “What do you think?”
Gwen tried to affect a confidence she didn’t feel. “I think he’s going to fuck Mary Jane so hard you’ll be jealous of that redhead forever.”
“Let’s hope so. I miss having competition. This double-dating shit is for the birds.”
Gwen nodded. “Alright. Okay. You get Peter. I’ll get Mary Jane.”
***
Mary Jane swept into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet. Looking at Gwen in the bathtub, she grew a satisfied grin on her face. She always liked the look of Gwen naked.
“I think we should do a swapping thing with Peter and Felicia,” Gwen said.
Mary Jane gawked. She reached out with her big toe and touched Gwen’s nose. “Is that you? You there?”
Gwen blew air on Mary Jane’s toe. “Why not? I hear they’re pretty open and we decided to keep things casual, since we’re both girls…”
Mary Jane dropped her foot so she could get a view of Gwen’s face. “You don’t mind that I’m having sex with Peter, do you?”
“I don’t know. Do you mind doing it in front of me instead of behind my back?”
“Behind your—you said you wanted to keep things casual.”
“Casual, not a sidepiece.”
“You’re not a sidepiece, you’re my girl. Peter and I are just messing around.”
“How much are you messing around?” Gwen asked.
“Fuck, does it make a difference? If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. There’s no level of me being with him—”
“I didn’t say that,” Gwen interrupted. “I just think that if it’s casual with him and it’s casual with us, then we shouldn’t be… it shouldn’t be a big deal to be honest about it.”
Mary Jane knelt down on the floor, resting pillowed arms on the lip of the tub. “You’re turned on by it,” she said neutrally.
“Felicia told me. She made it sound so…”
“She could tell you were a freak. She’s got a good eye. I thought you really were a good girl.”
“I am a good girl!” Gwen cried. “I just don’t like missing out—if you and Felicia are both fucking him, then that’s pretty much everyone. And you’re getting both him and me… I did Felicia. There is that.”
“Freak,” Mary Jane said fondly. “Let’s fuck. Then I’ll think about sharing you.”
“Oh, you’ll think,” Gwen teased.
“Yeah. I may just decide Peter can kiss off and I’m keeping you all to myself.”
“Is that if I fuck you good or if I do a bad job?”
“Get out of the damn tub. I’m not getting an outfit this cute wet.”
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Shendude
Ok, not only is this hot, that bit at the end there was funny. *Classic* Mobo.
