I Was A Teenage Swinger 2

Entering Gwen’s apartment, there was a hallway that led into the kitchen, with a pony wall that stopped visitors from running right into it and instead directed them left into the living room.

Mary Jane shot Gwen a wicked glance as she knelt behind the pony wall. Gwen could only stand there, both safely sheltered and grievously exposed, as Mary Jane slipped her skirt up and yanked her lace panties away. Revealing her wet and gleaming womanhood. But only to someone on the same side of the pony wall as them.

Working herself between Gwen’s legs like they were twin stripper poles, Mary Jane put her face into Gwen’s steamy pussy.

“Mary Jane!” Gwen cried softly. “What are you doing?”

“Peter hasn’t brought his cock here yet,” Mary Jane explained, darting her tongue into Gwen’s golden pubic hair. “So I’m having the next best thing. Lucky you, though. You’re getting the best.”

The pony wall hid anything Mary Jane might do, but the look on Gwen’s face made it obvious, made it all but a lit neon sign what was happening to her.

The door opened and Gwen’s neighbor, an elderly gentleman wearing a tweed suit, poked his head in. “Hello, Gwen, hope you don’t mind if I pop over. Did you find that book on dieting you said you’d lend me?”

“Dieting!” Gwen grunted, barely aware someone was even talking to her. But she was aware and she forced her mind to clear and arranged her face in what she hoped looked like neutrality. “A book on dieting?” she mumbled. “Don’t you want to… eat?”

He fixed her with a stare. “Are you alright, Gwen? You look quite… flustered.”

“I’m fine!” Gwen panted out, feeling Mary Jane’s tongue lick from the bottom to the top of her slit like she was memorizing the route, becoming more efficient in traveling to everywhere the blonde would really feel it. “Just aching. Having a headache, I mean.” She pointed to a hall table next to her neighbor. “There!” Her eyes fluttered almost shut. “The book’s on top of there! On top!”

Her neighbor took the book and left, giving her a strange look over his shoulder. Gwen returned his look, smiling stupidly, speaking lowly from the corner of her mouth.

“You’ve got to stop that, MJ!” she said. “God, you’re driving me nuts!”

“I haven’t found any nuts so far,” Mary Jane muttered. “Shame—I’m pretty good with those…”

And she again dug her tongue into Gwen’s trembling hole, feeling the rich aroma of arousal sweep into her nostrils.

“Mmmmm,” MJ moaned quietly, her own sex pulsing with growing desire. “Of course, I’m not so bad with wet cunts like yours either—!”

Gwen stood behind the pony wall, both hands gripping the top of it with white knuckles. Her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy, mouth slack with rising passion she couldn’t help but give into. She saw an unfocused silhouette approach, then flinched, almost knocking Mary Jane clear of her groin.

“Peter!” she gasped, then added loudly for Mary Jane’s benefit. “Hello Peter! You’re here!”

Mary Jane heard her, but she wasn’t about to stop. She squeezed her head back between Gwen’s thighs while her hands reached around to Gwen’s ass. Pushing hard, she forced her face too close to Gwen’s sex to be denied, burying her tongue completely in the blonde’s convulsing openness.

“Wonderful!” Gwen choked. “I… mean… it’s wonderful to see you… Peter…”

“Yeah. Not even that late. Hey, you know where MJ is? Did she make it?”

“Make it? Oh yes, she made it—” Gwen managed. “She made it…”

“Are you feeling alright?” Peter asked, giving her a fishy stare.

“Great! I’m being done… I’m doing… just great!”

“Great,” Peter repeated slowly. He produced a piece of paper. “By the way, I got you the homework assignment for Dr. Warren’s class.”

“Give it to me!” Gwen moaned, grabbing at the paper. “I mean, I’ll take it—oh yes, I’ll really take it!”

And I thought Mary Jane had a loose grip on reality, Peter thought. Clearly it’s contagious. If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone had slipped her a mickey or…

Peter couldn’t take any chances. You never knew in this town whether someone was just feeling a little under the weather or Doctor Doom had cooked up another scheme and one of his friends was among the first victims. Without warning, Peter slipped around the pony wall and saw the reason Gwen was so out of sorts.

Mary Jane knelt between Gwen and the pony wall, licking at Gwen’s cunt like it was her favorite flavor of lollypop.

“Holy shit!” Peter blurted out, turning bright red.

He knew he should be shocked, but somehow he wasn’t. Lust outraced surprise to the forefront of his brain. All he could think was how he’d like to be where Mary Jane was sitting—or standing before her like Gwen was and getting the treatment MJ was giving her.

His erection flew to life, painfully prodding into the zipper of his pants.

“And here I thought you two were rivals,” he finally said, instinctively moving closer for a better look at the two women and what they were doing.

Mary Jane was so into the action with Gwen, and so pleased with the attention Peter was giving her, that she automatically reached out to the big bulge he presented to her, down on her knees as she was. She immediately unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock-hard erection, wrapping her fingers around it before Peter could take it away.

“Holy shit!” Peter said again, gasping this time, with shock this time. He sagged his weight onto the pony wall. “What is this?”

“What do you want it to be?” Mary Jane asked, grinning up at him, her lips still wet with Gwen’s juices—but their swollen plumpness was now nowhere near Gwen’s pussy.

At just that moment, Gwen’s neighbor came back through the door. “No, this is the wrong book,” he murmured. “It’s on what cavemen used to eat, not on the Paleo Diet…”

“You want a diet?” Peter grunted. “Stop eating so fucking much! There’s your diet!”

Stunned, the old man backed away from Peter’s vehemence, taking one last look at Gwen before he closed the door behind him.

“What a boyfriend for a young lady to have!” he muttered. “Those two are never going to last.”

***

Peter felt Mary Jane’s burning mouth accept his prick, gulping deeper and deeper down his length. Within seconds, he felt the churning cum in his balls begging to be released. He turned to Gwen with a tortured look.

“You’ve gotta lock that fucking door,” he grunted.

Gwen did as he told her, running at breakneck speeds to get the door shut, locked, and bolted. When she came back around the pony wall, she saw Peter down on his back, his knees open wide. Mary Jane was between them, bobbing her head on his cock with voracious thrusts of her hungry mouth. Peter groaned softly, arms steepled down to her red tresses.

“That’s it, pretty lady,” he sighed. “Just like that! Suck all that cock! Holy God, this is amazing!”

Gwen nearly went cross-eyed. As if in a trance, she knelt down beside Mary Jane, but couldn’t yet bring herself to prostrate herself like the redhead had—going on all fours before Peter like a dog, like a bitch in heat.

“Oh, Peter,” she breathed. “Why didn’t you tell me that this is what you wanted?”

“I have to tell you?” Peter asked. “God, let’s figure all this out later, please? I want it, Mary Jane wants it—don’t you want it?”

“Yes. Ohhh yes, I do!” Gwen panted, wresting his cock away from Mary Jane’s lips. “But I’ll only take it for a little while… just long enough to make you come!”

She slid her mouth up and down his thick cudgel of manhood and while she did, Mary Jane puckered her lips to his cum-bloated balls. She tugged them into her mouth one at a time, then together, filling her cheeks and pursing her lips.

“Ah geez! Holy fuck!” Peter cried out, pumping his hips upward in little jabs— the short distance they traveled evidence of how hard he was holding himself back. It was all he could do not to shove himself into Gwen’s mouth and give her everything Mary Jane wasn’t taking.

“Shit!” he continued in a heated breath. “I’ve never had it like this! Both of you at once! Do it, suck me, both of you suck me! Show me which one of you wants my cum more!”

Gwen was astonished with Peter. He was acting like a real playboy—a total cocksman—not at all the milquetoast she often took him for. Right now, the humble little nerd she was so fond of was putting Flash Thompson to shame! And his big sweet cock was putting on a good showing too!

Gwen sucked harder, already able to taste his nearing orgasm in jewels of precum just for her…