Not Eddie Brock update

Mary Jane and the symbiote were one on the subject. They both wanted to please Peter, to serve him, to make him happy and keep him safe. They couldn’t do it apart, but together, like this, the three of them were perfectly balanced. Once, Mary Jane had been hard-pressed to keep up with Peter’s stamina, forcing him to limit himself to the safe, considerate thrusts that the human body could take. Now there was nothing to stop them from expressing their love to its fullest extent. Mary Jane was going to show him that he could do whatever he wanted to her—she could take it all.

Peter played his thumb over Mary Jane’s clit, knowing how much she liked it, and receiving even more ample proof as her pussy creamed and her body shook with delight. He looked irresistibly to her face and saw her eyes closed, her face pinkened, like she was in the middle of some delicious dream.

But in reality, Mary Jane was only thinking of him. She could feel the lust in his body, his flesh giving into his want for her, and knew that whatever mental misgivings he had about the symbiote, he would inevitably surrender to the two of them. It was just too irresistible a prospect. Mary Jane Watson, but with all the powers and protection of Venom, able to keep up with him in every respect.

She moved closer to his cock, until she was almost sixty-nining with him, offering up her cunt while nearly touching his stiff prick. Peter shuddered to feel her breath dragging over his throbbing length, his cock jerking in response as it got hotter and hotter. He returned the favor, drawing close to her sex, breathing in the hot scent of her arousal, then exhaling over her wet slit, so close to his mouth, his tongue.

“Now lick it!” Mary Jane gasped, her pussy feeling tighter, wetter the closer Peter got. She spared a glance at Yelena, wanting the assassin to see everything that was happening. Peter had forgotten all about her, lost in the perfumed aroma of Mary Jane’s aroused pussy, but Mary Jane gave the Russian a crooked smile as Peter’s tongue snaked out to sample her. She moaned in pleasure, letting Yelena know how good it felt.

“Taste good?” Mary Jane giggled, knowing that it did. “Let’s see if that nice drop of precum on your cockhead does too. I bet it will…”

Mary Jane’s tongue dipped to his glans, its tip scooping up the precum from the end of Peter’s cock and sucking it into her mouth, where her lips smacked as she tasted it. She was going to make it worthwhile to him, reward him for the slightest bit of tolerance he showed to her new identity, and from there, she would make it so good that he would never want her to go back to the way she had been.

“Mmmmm,” Mary Jane moaned. “So good. No wonder I always end up wanting a whole mouthful…”

Peter trembled with his sheer awareness of Mary Jane’s lust. He’d never known a woman who liked the taste of cum like Mary Jane did. The way her tongue lashed over his cockhead, desperate for another drop, simply could not be faked.

“Do it for me too,” she urged. “You know how I love having you sucking my clit, chewing on it. We’ll both come so goddamn hard.”

Reminded of his duties, Peter’s tongue quickly shot to Mary Jane’s slit, lapping up its creamy length until he got to her clitoris. His tongue rubbed against the erect little button, with Mary Jane squealing in delight.

“That’s it!” she cried. “Mmmm… you keep doing that and I’ll make your cock feel like a fucking dream.”

As happy as Peter was to hear that, he didn’t need any reciprocation. It felt good enough on its own just to be driving Mary Jane wild with passion. He flicked his tongue across her clitoris, seeing how she reacted to every new angle it struck her from, and just when it seemed her shrieking voice couldn’t climb any higher, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it. Mary Jane went absolutely out of her mind.

She channeled all her sudden enthusiasm into licking at the base of Peter’s cock, sloppily running her tongue up to his cockhead, swathing every inch of his shaft with her saliva. Peter moaned, never having felt such a passionate, lustful blowjob before. Mary Jane had never been a stranger to oral sex, but before, there was always an emphasis on skill, on restraint. Now she seemed to be only need and a desperation for more. And the hell of it was, it was working. Peter’s cock throbbed so hard he felt like he was going to come immediately. He’d never dreamed that a tongue could feel so good, and he couldn’t imagine how it would feel for Mary Jane to suck on him.

Mary Jane licked all around his member, covering every inch once, twice, three times. She left all of his manhood dripping with her hot saliva, and Peter was just as driven to reciprocate. He twisted her clitoris back and forth with his tongue, then pressed his lips down on it, Mary Jane crying out in lustful bliss. The more he pleased her, the more her hunger for his cock soared.

She cried out loud, louder, and Peter sucked even harder. It made him feel fantastic to be satisfying her so much, while his cock was on the verge of explosion, whipped to a frenzy by her heated tongue.

Then Peter’s body went stiff. His eyes glazed over and he actually growled deep in his chest as Mary Jane’s mouth covered his cockhead. It felt like his member was being fed into some massive furnace, the heat of Mary Jane’s sucking mouth so great that he could barely stand it. It was almost painful in its intensity, and yet, he had to fight to keep himself from coming. 

“Ghhhh!” he yelped as her mouth descended down his lengthy shaft.

His balls swelled, throbbing almost agonizingly. His cock was going right into Mary Jane’s throat, yet that was almost a disappointment after her lips lavished every inch with squeezing, sucking tightness before slipping it down into the warm pressure of her gullet.

Peter was bowled over by the steady build-up of pressure, the crushing ecstasy that mounted and mounted, making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. If he were only eating Mary Jane out to return her affections, he would’ve simply laid back and contented himself now with receiving. But her pussy tempted him back to it with its sweet taste and the knowledge that he could make MJ feel as good as his nearly bursting cock did. He pressed his tongue back into Mary Jane’s cunt, lapping it over the seam of her womanhood until he found just the right spot, then sliding inside of her.

Mary Jane’s whole body jerked, the redhead gaping as Peter outright fucked her with his tongue. She felt his tongue travel inside her hot cunt, to all the spots where she needed him, and she wondered if Yelena could tell how adroitly he was navigating the folds of her sex. It was more exciting, having Yelena watch, envying them—Mary Jane wondered which she would rather have. Peter going down on her pussy or Mary Jane’s cunt offered up to her.

She sucked harder on Peter’s cock, harder, feeling the trickle of his precum down into her gullet and not willing to let a single drop get away. She worked the engorged member down into the narrows of her throat until her nose was nestled between his balls, and with his prick halfway to her stomach, she ran her red-hot tongue along the length of his shaft inside her mouth, squeezing with her lips, making an all-out assault on his erection from her gullet to her lips.

“Hnnnnnnn!” Peter groaned. His own pleasure was driving his tongue into Mary Jane’s sex, desperate to please her in turn, and pushing it in so deep that his groans of enjoyment could barely be heard.

Mary Jane ran her mouth back and forth on the base of Peter’s member, jacking it off with her swollen lips, and he fucked her with the same rhythm, driving his tongue in and out of her clenching pussy. They sucked, they licked, feeding each other’s lust as much as their own. The better they licked pussy, the better they ate cock, the better they were serviced in turn.

And Yelena watched it all, letting out small, unthinking gasps as she saw the orgasmic pleasure unspooling from one lover to the other. Warm sensations flooded her own sex as she watched Mary Jane writhe blissfully around her impaled throat and pleasured cunt, wishing it were her, any resentment she might have carried being easily overridden by sheer envy of the rapture Mary Jane was in. It looked like Spider-Man knew exactly what he was doing, and every little detail of how his partner liked to be touched, to be sucked…

Yelena squirmed a little, watching Peter’s tongue dart in and out of Mary Jane’s sex. It was impossible for her to break free of the webbing that held her, and equally impossible for her to do anything to relieve the lust that was heating her unwilling body. The only way she would be able to participate in this orgy was if they let her. She wondered if that was their intent—to initiate her into these kinky games, make her their lover in exchange for her submission. If it was, she could hardly wait until they made their offer.

Mary Jane’s cries grew louder and louder, even muffled as they were by Peter’s cock. His tongue was really getting to her. Yelena watched how Mary Jane pistoned her mouth on his big cock, easily sucking it into her throat. The woman did a good job considering how big an assignment it was. Yelena found herself wishing to accept that challenge herself. ни фига себе, she was no longer even hoping to free herself by dint of debasing her body. She wanted to give herself to them for its own sake.

Under his mask, Peter’s face grew redder, redder, his entire body so hot that he couldn’t understand how he wasn’t coming already. He could feel his cock pulsing, his balls as full as they could get. All of him was ready to explode. He didn’t know how it was that he was holding back at all.

Mary Jane’s legs suddenly shot out straight, thighs tightening around Peter’s head, and she let out a shrill cry of pleasure that even her full throat and stuffed mouth couldn’t muffle. She was coming, and leaving no doubt about it either.

Peter groaned himself, almost as loud as Mary Jane, the sound vibrating into her loins and down her legs. He felt his balls pump, his cock swell with the cum shooting down its center. Mary Jane was coming as well, he could feel it in her cunt, clenching and roiling around his tongue. 

Mary Jane moaned lasciviously as she took the first blast of Peter’s cum down her throat. His cock throbbed again and again, pumping out ropes of cum until the mass of ejaculations blended into one steady explosion of spurting cum. Mary Jane swallowed repeatedly, over and over again, until it felt like she was holding her throat open and letting Peter's seed flood right down into her belly. But she wasn’t just receiving, she was actively soliciting—sucking and gulping until his scrotum was empty. Only then did she push herself off of him and look up proudly at Yelena.

“How was it for you?” she asked.