Venus Voluptuous 2

Mary Jane couldn’t answer. She could only let out a moan. She was pure desire for Peter. She wanted nothing more than him. Only being split between him and her attraction to Venus allowed her to stay still, trembling. But the moment Venus’s lewd exploration of her body stopped, she would be in Peter’s arms—and the thought was irresistible to her.

“Hold still, MJ,” Venus purred. “We’ve let him savor our beauty. Now let’s savor him.” She turned, bringing her flank together with Mary Jane’s, pressing herself cheek to cheek with her.

Peter groaned, full of love for Mary Jane, but also awash in obscene thoughts—the kind of debauched notions that only occurred to him when his and MJ’s inhibitions were totally broken down. An entire night of lovemaking driving them from height to height, finding new taboos to shatter, until they nearly had guilt at the satisfaction they felt the next morning.

He thought of unloading the eruption he felt throbbing in his bloated balls in that moment—seeing every drop of it splatter onto both Mary Jane’s face and that of Venus’s. With the way his groin pulsed, he would have more than enough for both of them.

“Strip for us,” Venus told him. “We want to enjoy how gorgeous you are, Peter Parker… before we enjoy how well you fuck!”

Mary Jane let out a little trill, almost of distress, of indignation mingled with delight, at the last word Venus spoke.

Peter undressed quickly, eager to rid himself of the pressure of clothes on his overwrought body. Venus released little coos with each item of clothing that came off. But as she did, she put an arm around the redhead and held her tight. As Peter revealed himself, Venus stroked MJ even further into her frenzy—little taunting touches that made Mary Jane’s eyes as wide as dinner plates. The better to drink in Peter’s nakedness.

He'd stripped for Mary Jane countless times, but doing it with Venus’s hands on her made Mary Jane just seem to… bathe in it like a flower in the morning. Her hips swayed to a soft rhythm. Her legs flexed, wanting to open.

And when his big, stiff cock was out, throbbing in front of him, Mary Jane and Venus seemed to look at him with the same awestruck set of eyes.

“He must fuck you wonderfully,” Venus breathed in Mary Jane’s ear. “And you must be a daredevil, letting that monster inside you, again and again. Has he ruined you yet? Did you like it?”

“He only ruins me a little,” Mary Jane panted, her eyes still all over Peter’s shaft. “Enough so that all I can do is like it.”

“But you’ve wondered, haven’t you? What it would be like if he didn’t hold back? How he would fuck a woman who could take it all?”

“Yes.”

Venus put her hand up Mary Jane’s dress until she felt her groin. “He’s going to let out all his lust, all his desire, all his cock with me—but it’ll be with the passion you gave him. You won’t just see how much he loves you… you’ll see how much he holds back so you can enjoy it as much as you do.”

Peter dropped to his knees and lifted Mary Jane’s dress. He looked at her panties for a moment before pressing his face against it. The delicate aroma of her sexuality hit his nostrils and he breathed it in deep.

“Venus, you have to smell this beautiful flower,” he said.

Venus happily got down on her knees. “You love so well, Peter, and Mary Jane is so easy to love! Every bit of her.” She pressed her lips to Mary Jane’s thigh. “Do you love her ass, Peter? You love it with that big cock—love it until her tight little ass is big enough for all the cum you have to give her?”

Mary Jane shuffled her legs apart, giggling as she saw two heads bobbing under her dress… two beautiful, noble heroes whose passion was all for her. It was hard to even remember her insecurities when they wanted her so much… how could such noble people want her if she wasn’t a worthy object of worship?

She stood there, luxuriating in Peter and Venus kissing at her thighs, even her groin, when they weren’t kissing each other. But soon it was too much for her. Too much and not enough. She felt like she was doing foreplay at an orgy. She wanted… she wanted everything. All Venus could take and all Peter could give and absolutely everything she could feel with these two for lovers.

“In the bed,” she moaned. “Peter, in our marriage bed. We’ve fucked each other there so many times… I want that to be where we do this.”

***

Peter lay in the middle of the bed, Mary Jane on his left and Venus on his right. All were naked now, exhilarated by what they were doing. Not only was it risqué, but there was the titillation of having such perfect bodies to be doing it with.

Mary Jane loved the thought of sharing Peter with Venus, of getting to broadcast how passionate their lovemaking was to such a receptive, unjudgmental, approving presence. She ran her hands over Peter’s body. Venus did the same, but she also playfully touched Mary Jane’s hands as they explored Peter. And as Mary Jane felt him, Venus ran her hands up MJ’s forearms to caress more and more of her body. It made Mary Jane swoon with new desire, desire for someone other than her husband. She wasn’t sure if she had room for both her lust for Peter and a whole ‘nother lust on top of that. Quickly, she indulged her desire for Peter—bending down and kissing him, long and hard. Then Venus was kissing him, her tongue deep in Peter’s mouth. Quickly memorizing what Mary Jane had just experienced.

Mary Jane needed to take what Peter had just had. When Venus raised her head, Mary Jane’s lips were waiting for her. They kissed. Both women shuddered ecstatically. It was the first time Mary Jane had kissed another woman—the first time in a long while that she had kissed anyone other than Peter.

It felt good. She’d never known that kissing someone could be as good as kissing Peter and yet so different—so soft and yielding, and yet so rapturous that it felt rougher, harder than the gentle way that Peter kissed her.

“Was that for Peter or for me?” Mary Jane sighed when their lips came apart.

“It was for me,” Venus told her. She was immensely turned on by getting to vacation in this loving, passionate relationship. And what made it even better was that she would happily date either one of them!

“You have a spectacular body,” Mary Jane told her. “I never wanted Felicia… not really… and she’s beautiful. But you…”

Venus blushed, flattered. She turned her head to brush her long hair over Peter, loving the feel of his admiration for her paired with Mary Jane’s. Him loving Mary Jane even as he loved her. She reared up, making her breasts sway into view under her, and Mary Jane reach out to cup her tit. She did the same—enjoying the feel of Mary Jane’s breast under her own hand.

“You’re beautiful too,” Venus said. “Especially when you’re thinking of him… you must look so good when he’s inside you.”

“She does,” Peter told her. “So will you.”

“Good guess,” Venus told him.

His two hands, clever as they were, were almost overmatched when it came to Mary Jane. With both her and Venus, they were absolutely overwhelmed. But he still did his level best, stroking the women with either hand, gradually working his way over the feast of their bodies. Peter could’ve indulged himself for hours, simply feeling the two women—comparing breast to breast, leg to leg, hip to hip, and delighting in how Mary Jane and Venus could be so different and yet both so sumptuous.

But he worried… if it could be called that… that if he kept them waiting too long, they’d go to each other for their sexual fulfillment instead of them. So he made his caresses with a destination in mind. Traveling over their mirrored bodies until finally he had a finger buried in each of their pussies.

“Oohhh, tiger… you know just where to scratch!” Mary Jane crooned.

“Do it to both of us,” Venus moaned. “It’s so good knowing she’s getting it too… that I get to be your woman tonight, like she is… you’re so nice!”

Then she leaned down and ran her tongue over his cockhead, happily licking the leaking precum off his glans. She mouthed it, sucked at it, tongued it, making Peter moan in pleasure and yet keep up the separate ecstasy of fingering the two women into rapturous enjoyment.