Bull Market

“I saw your girlfriend sucking my boyfriend’s cock,” Felicia said, sounding almost giddy at the prospect, but tamping down the smile that wanted to erupt from her carefully composed features.

Gwen froze, stricken, unable to believe what she’d heard. Especially since Felicia was so… female. Who would ever cheat on her? Of course, Mary Jane was plenty female herself—Gwen loved that about her—she loved her—but no, Mary Jane wouldn’t cheat on her, why would Felicia say that?

It wasn’t like Gwen was frigid. She took care of MJ’s needs. Maybe not with a strap-on, those things were so big, so crude, so painful, but her fingers, her tongue, she always gave Mary Jane what she needed to stay satisfied. Mary Jane didn’t really want the big, painful penetration of a cock, not when lovemaking could be nice and gentle—

And a blowjob? What satisfaction would that give Mary Jane? She couldn’t like dicks that much, could she?

“It was hardly her fault, though, don’t get me wrong,” Felicia continued, mischief sneaking into her green eyes while she drew Gwen aside from the rest of the party, not that Gwen noticed. “Peter’s just so well-endowed. I saw how Mary Jane’s eyes lit up when she saw that bulge in his pants. So stiff. So thick. I’m sure you know how much I enjoy it. MJ and I, we aren’t good girls like you. We just can’t help ourselves when there’s a fat cock like Peter has.”

“Wait, wait,” Gwen said. “Are you sure you saw what you thought you saw? Maybe Mary Jane was just tying her shoelaces and Peter was standing there, and from the right angle…”

Felicia grinned. “You’re adorable. But no, I saw the whole thing. Mary Jane got down on her knees and I swear, she even enjoyed that part. You could feel it in the air; she was trying not to moan. But she couldn’t stop herself once she touched it.”

“Touched it?” Gwen gasped.

“Right through his trousers. She started stroking him. Whispering to him too, not that I could hear very much. Just that he had the finest cock in all of New York. That she couldn’t believe how much of it there was. That if she couldn’t swallow it all, she hoped he’d push it the rest of the way in and skull-fuck her.” Felicia sighed. “You know. That sort of thing.”

“I don’t believe you,” Gwen said in a huff. “Mary Jane doesn’t talk like that. She knows it—”

She broke off abruptly. A stoppage that Felicia seized on with an almost obscene smile.

“She knows it bothers you? It certainly didn’t bother Peter. Between everything she was saying to him and how she was rubbing him off right through his pants, he had to warn her that she was going to make him come. Ruin his good pants.”

“There, you see?” Gwen panted, feeling her heart pounding. “He stopped. I think it was just a joke Mary Jane took too far. You know what a free spirit she is?”

“I do know,” Felicia nodded. “Because what she told him was that there wouldn’t be any mess if he just came in her mouth like a good boy. You could tell how much she missed the taste of cum. I mean, she just about went cross-eyed when she said the word. Cum.”

Gwen sputtered. She didn’t know what to say. Her heart was really pounding against her rib cage like a prisoner wanting to get loose. She felt faint and at the same time hot; a teapot right before it whistled. Everything in her was shimmering, heated air and it needed to bust loose.

“He was sweating by then,” Felicia continued. “Really red in the face. And his cock was too, once he took it out. I kinda expected her to stop there. He’s so huge, you know. Like a mace, practically. I thought seeing her tiny hand wrapped around all that cock would change her mind. But it just made Mary Jane more excited. She licked her lips. Trilled a little, too—I think that was when she smelled his precum, the sweat on his swollen balls. I like it too. I even like when Peter slaps me with his cock. He leaves me smelling of his musk without totally ruining my make-up. Once, we were in an elevator together and Peter just shoved me down to my knees, took it out, and fucking turned my head the other way with it. Just to show me he could. Then I had to go the whole night, smelling my little taste of him, wishing the whole thing was over so I could get him alone and really take that cock. Fuck! It’s incredible, isn’t it? I don’t know how you ever broke up with him. Mary Jane’s a snack, no doubt about it, but don’t you miss that fucking dick?”

She must’ve loved that, she really must’ve loved that, Gwen thought, biting her lip. If Peter could satisfy a slut like Felicia, Gwen could only imagine how Mary Jane would be overwhelmed. Sated. Absolutely and completely satiated, as Gwen never could, as only a big, hard, throbbing prick like Felicia described could do.

“H-how many inches would you say Peter was?”

Felicia leaned in so her whisper would reach Gwen’s ears and only Gwen’s ears. “Ten inches. Easily. Not that I’ve ever measured, but I dated a guy who was nine inches once—said it on his Tinder profile—and even he didn’t fuck me like Peter does. So it has to be at least ten. And girth, God, I could swear it’s like a beer can sometimes. Mary Jane’s fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it. You’d be more familiar with her hand than I would, of course.”

Gwen squeezed her thighs together. She was hurting… a kind of ache… and her face was burning, sweat under her armpits… she felt feverish. She wished Felicia would stop, not tell her anymore, but she wanted to picture it, face the final reality of how Mary Jane had done, and she needed Felicia to describe that as vividly as she had all the lead-in.

“Did she… did she taste his cum?”

“I can guarantee that!” Felicia’s voice twinkled with laughter. “The way he was dripping precum, she practically took a moneyshot the first time she got him in his mouth. God knows I love it when I first start sucking on that man, but I’ve never been starved for it like Mary Jane was. I usually like to take a few moments to appreciate the thing—it really gets me hot when I’m sucking him and I’ve got it fixed in my mind how big he is, just how much I’m throating and swallowing and tasting, it goes straight to my cunt. But Mary Jane didn’t wait a second. I mean, I’m sure she liked feeling that pounding in his thick shaft, she let out a little cry when she had both hands wrapped around it, but then she just dropped her mouth down on top of it and sucked him in until there was no more room in her mouth. That’s talent, I have to say. And after all these months of only eating pussy, too. I guess there’s practice and then there’s just being a natural.”

The breath shivered in and out of Gwen’s lungs. “You bitch. You should keep him satisfied. He shouldn’t have to go to Mary Jane to get sucked off.”

Felicia was close enough that her nose touched Gwen’s cheek. “Believe me, I suck him off. Turn your head. You’ll smell his seed on my breath. You’re the one who doesn’t have a cock. And that’s what Mary Jane needed. You could see it—how her whole body relaxed once his dick was in her mouth and his hands were on her head and she got to taste him until he came. I love dick plenty. But she looked fucking addicted to it.”

Gwen’s muscles were very tight. Stress and strain all throughout her body. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, trying to stretch her way out of all the tension that was knotting up her muscles, but there was a tingle past where she could scratch at it.

“And Peter?” Gwen asked, her voice haltering as she tried to hide her desperation and failed. “Did he… enjoy it?”

“God, the way he stiffened up, you’d think he had rebar inside him instead of bones. I think Mary Jane could’ve spent hours just holding him in her mouth, but that first second he was in her sucking mouth, he needed to come so bad.”

A sense of being untouched fluttering in her hips, on her breasts… her lips worked and she knew she was feeling the lack of a cock between them, as her mind rushed away from her control, picturing every little detail that Felicia described.