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Pregnancy Cravings
🕑 Added 2025-01-04 23:00:03 +0000 UTCPeter took the weekend off from the Avengers. He screwed Mary Jane every day, almost every hour. When Monday morning came, she was still horny.
She said nothing to Peter about it. He was already oversolicitous about her pregnancy, which she didn’t blame him for, after all that had happened last time. She knew she needed him back at work, fulfilling his responsibility—she could always play with herself.
Whatever hormones combined in her pregnant, aging body, they made her ravenous. She kept thinking about Peter’s cock: so long, so thick, eager, almost eternal it lasted so long.
She almost remembered Peter lavishing praise on her breasts, both verbally and physically. It might not be right to be so vain, especially about the plump tits her pregnancy had given her, swollen up until they could give Felicia a run for her money. But she’d take a little ego-boost after two months when she wanted to cry every time she saw her baby bump in the mirror.
Not that it disgusted her or she hated it, it was just a mix of so many things that she was overwhelmed. Mary Jane couldn’t believe how fat she was now—literal child-bearing hips. And she was so glad to finally be a mommy. And she needed to come some more, she wanted to phone Peter during his lunch hour and tell him he could put it in her ass if he just had a quickie with her.
For the first time ever, she had thoughts of fucking someone other than her husband. She kept toying with the memory of how it would feel to have his hard cock inside her again. The thought turned her on and as much as Mary Jane told herself it should, the fact that it was Peter doing it to her could not be as important to her as the fact that her hot, needing pussy was filled.
A knock hit on the door. “Are you decent?” Felicia asked before letting herself in.
“You know I wouldn’t be married if I weren’t a lot more than that,” Mary Jane replied.
Felicia knew her way around the apartment. She went straight to the coffee machine and poured them both a cup.
For the past several weeks now, Felicia had been taking time off from the sybaritic schedule of a millionaire playgirl to look in on MJ when Peter couldn’t. Despite, or more likely because of, having no responsibilities of her own to attend to, Felicia assiduously attended to this duty.
Mary Jane couldn’t put her finger on why. She and Felicia weren’t friends, despite being so friendly. The fact that Peter was MJ’s and Felicia wanted him was simply too big a pill to swallow. And yet, here Felicia was, as good a pal as Mary Jane could ask for.
MJ thought a little that it was guilt—Felicia trying to make amends for how abhorrently she had acted on occasion as they fought over Peter. But Felicia was hardly one for a guilty conscience and she still flirted outrageously with Peter at every opportunity.
It was just one of those complicated things, Mary Jane told herself. If you don’t like it, move to Cleveland.
Felicia sat down opposite MJ at the kitchen table. “I should tend to the infirm more often. It’s so good to have a captive audience. I thought we’d talk for a bit and then have a nice brunch. Lovely dress, by the way. Blue is your color.”
“They’re all my colors,” Mary Jane retorted.
“Careful, MJ. If you’re that big a fan of rainbows, people will wonder how you got preggers.” Felicia reached out and stroked the softly-puffing sleeve of Mary Jane’s dress. “And your nails! Blue fingernails, Mary Jane?” She chuckled. “You’re taking too much advantage of all the real bitches dying out. I never would’ve let you live if you’d done that in the old days.”
Mary Jane smiled at the exuberant cat burglar. “Well, why not? I’m not competing these days. I’ve got my boy. Now I’m just playing for kicks.”
“If you want some kicks, you came to the right girl.” She winked.
“I didn’t come to you. You’re in my apartment.”
“And what an apartment it is. If I ever need a place to stay, I’ll come here before the Hilton or the Ritz.”
“You can sleep on the couch.”
“What can I do on the bed?” Felicia crooned.
Mary Jane bit her lip for a moment. The usual flirting—she half-thought Felicia did it just to stay in practice. But she couldn’t be with Peter right now and she’d already pictured herself with him ad nauseum.
Imagining him with Felicia was shocking. But titillating.
“Suddenly you’re awful quiet. What’s on your baby brain?”
Mary Jane’s cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. “Oh, I was just thinking…”
“About?” Felicia prompted.
MJ bluffed: “What you were saying, of course.”
Felicia smiled. “I don’t think I said anything too thought-provoking. Just about your bed and what I could do on it and who I could do it with…” She licked her lips. “That isn’t a lot to think about, is it?”
Mary Jane’s eyes went wide. With Felicia being so blunt, the prospect of sex with her seemed more shocking than ever. But it also became inescapable in her thoughts.
This time, Felicia didn’t let Mary Jane’s silence linger long enough to comment on it. She took full advantage of having the floor to herself. “You know, there’s another reason Peter wanted it to be me who checked up on you. Not Liz, not Sha-Shan… nobody but me. Because while all of them can get you fried pickles and ice cream, I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
“And what’s that?”
To Mary Jane’s astonishment, Felicia reached down and pulled her T-shirt up over her breasts. Her full rounded tits were bared to Mary Jane’s incredulous stare. MJ could only bask in how unbelievable they looked—big and supple and barely yielding an inch to gravity despite their obvious heft.
It had, perhaps, been wishful thinking when Mary Jane thought her oversized MILF breasts could compare to Felicia’s awe-inspiring tits.
“I know you’ve been running Peter ragged with that hot cunt of yours,” Felicia purred, smugness in every word as she savored Mary Jane’s attention cut with her own glorious nudity. “And we both know that I’m always up for a couple orgasms. So let’s help each other out. You suck on these nipples and I’ll make you come like you need to… like you really, really need to…”
No. I can’t. I couldn’t possibly… It’s out of the question. Protests erupted in Mary Jane’s mind, but none could make it to her mouth while she kept staring, mesmerized, at the taut pink nipples that topped each glass-smooth hill. “I couldn’t do that to Peter,” she said finally, reminding herself of her husband, pinching her wedding ring between her fingers to forcibly remember her vows.
Even though the thought of Peter turned her on even more. How good a fuck was Felicia that Peter had kept going back to her, time and time again, despite her criminality? Sure, they were married now, he barely looked at Felicia… but it didn’t take much of a look to know she was offering Mary Jane some great-ass sex.
Maybe some great ass sex, too.
“’Couldn’t do it to Peter’? MJ, you’d be doing it for Peter. He’d know your needs were being taken care of—you’d come—I’d come—he’ll probably come too, if we take a few pictures. And if anyone would approve of someone taking pictures of themselves…”
Little warning bells were going off in Mary Jane’s head, but she was just so damn horny and the offer on the table, combined with Felicia’s mouth-wateringly gorgeous body, made her more lustful than ever. And if Peter was okay with it… Felicia had said Peter was okay with it, right? Well, what guy wouldn’t be okay with it?
Moaning, Mary Jane bent forward, got her lips on Felicia’s nipple, and sucked. The feeling got even better when she lay her head on Felicia’s soft bust, cupping the breast she wasn’t suckling in her hand. The atmosphere became charged with eroticism; each second that passed was immensely satisfying.
“Mmmm…” Mary Jane crooned through the little bud her lips were working hungrily at.
“Oohh, Mary Jane, your lips feel so good there, so gentle… Peter’s really taught you how to treat a girl, hasn’t he?” Felicia reached down and tweaked one of MJ’s sore nipples through her dress and maternity bra. “Let’s put on a show for the Mister, Missus Parker. Naked. All the way. Let him see everything…”
It seemed wrong, debauched, all that Felicia was suggesting. Even when Felicia took her phone out and recorded a selfie of Mary Jane at her tits, sucking away, MJ felt like she was lighting up a forbidden cigarette. But she trusted Felicia enough to know that no one but Peter would ever see this footage. And thinking of the erotic stimulation it would give him freed Mary Jane to enjoy the attention.
She’d suck Peter off while he watched the video again and again; that wasn’t cheating. It just wasn’t. It was fucking kinky, but so was doing it with his mask on or letting him put his webs all over her, freezing her in positions she needed to be forced into so self-consciousness couldn’t turn her off.
Reluctantly she came away from Felicia’s teat and stood to her full height. She took off her dress and underwear; while she did, she watched Felicia slip off her shorts. The sight made her fumble with every strap she had to undo.
Felicia’s naked body was even more lovely than just her breasts: smooth and shapely and sculpted all over, with lean muscles supporting ample curves. It gave Mary Jane a perverse thrill to be sharing her nudity with such a woman. The seductress of her husband; the temptress she was willingly giving into.
And it was even more thrilling to see the look in Felicia’s green eyes that meant she was relishing having Mary Jane as the object of her desire, submitting to her wiles like a feline sniffing catnip.
“How did I ever call you Mary Plain with a straight face?” Felicia clicked her tongue. “No wonder Peter chose you. I might be a sinner, but that body is built for sin.” She reached out and took Mary Jane’s hand. “Come on… we’ll put the phone down on the coffee table. We’ll sit right in front of it. Peter will see it all; probably get a better picture than we will. My vision’s a little blurred…”
“So’s mine,” Mary Jane admitted, a little shy, but also feeling giggly.
“We’ll just have to feel our way through…”
They did exactly as Felicia had suggested, setting the phone on the coffee table like a tiny mirror to record them, then sitting next to each other in front of us.
“Look at us,” Felicia said, staring into the phone, the reflection, Mary Jane, Mary Jane staring into the phone… “Peter must be the luckiest goddamn male on the planet.”
Mary Jane couldn’t look away. She was breathless. They were beautiful, two specimens of loveliness, but so contrasting. The best of both world. There was Mary Jane with her long, luscious red hair flowing over pale, freckled shoulders, even tickling the bulge of her round belly. And there was Felicia, her white-gold hair a halo around her head. Shorter, but equally lovely, equally tempting. And both of them were aroused, seeing themselves together.
“I’m the lucky one,” Mary Jane said, though the words caught in her throat.
Felicia grinned teasingly at her. “We’re both getting lucky,” she promised.
Their lips shared a smile; there would be no more using them for talking, for grinning. There was more pressing work to be done.
Mary Jane pushed Felicia gently down onto the couch cushions and again mouthed one of Felicia’s plump nipples. She sucked hungrily, like she’d never tasted it before, never tasted anything before.
Felicia’s lips abandoned their curve and became a silent scream for more.
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Shendude
Oh my yes.
