Blackout update

Tears burned their way out of Gwen’s eyes. She didn’t know if she was furious… ashamed… heartbroken… or jealous. But she couldn’t look away from Peter and Mary Jane. Mary Jane was worshipping his cock with a passionate desperation, as if she couldn’t stand the thought of there being any doubt over how much she loved it. She sucked his cockhead and massaged his engorged shaft with her right hand, his prodigious length giving her plenty of room to do both. With her other hand, she rubbed her cunt. Gwen could only imagine the pleasure she was feeling—the redhead seemed to ripple like a plucked guitar string with every movement of her fingers, muscles flexing, hair swinging back and forth with every dive down his erection like it was charged with electricity..

“Oh God, oh God, you’re so big and hard and sweet!” Mary Jane panted, pulling her mouth off his cock in a haze of saliva. “I want you to fuck my throat, tiger! Get me on my back and skull-fuck me! I’ll make you come, baby. I’ll make you come all over me until there’s nothing left in those big balls.”

Gwen watched, barely able to believe that the smart, confident woman she had known could be such a slut. They changed positions. Peter made a pillow of webbing for Mary Jane to lie back on, then he crouched over her face, knowing her puckered lips were the perfect home for his vibrant erection. He locked Mary Jane’s head in his hands and fucked his cock into her mouth, his manhood as hard as rock, making Mary Jane gag each time it plunged between her widely stretched lips.

Those lips clung like melting wax to Peter’s pistoning shaft. Mary Jane keened with wild pleasure as Peter entered her mouth, the sound of her fulfillment breaking off into pleased gargling as he took her throat as well. Gwen found herself hardly surprised as Mary Jane now slid both hands down to her wet pussy, fucking herself urgently. It was no shock to her that a woman could be turned on by having her mouth used for a man’s satisfaction. She was becoming aroused herself just seeing how Peter made use of Mary Jane’s throat.

Mary Jane’s hips twitched spasmodically, a shudder doing through all of her abundant curves. She was holding back, fighting the pleasure as much as she could. Gwen could tell that Mary Jane wanted to come as Peter covered her with his load. She could only imagine the rapture of practically having two orgasms, one inside, one outside.

“Hhm! Gghh!” Mary Jane groaned, her mouth overflowing with cock, her hands jostling furiously in her slippery sex.

Peter panted, grunted, filling Mary Jane’s mouth with his stiff member, driving it into her throat, refusing to allow an inch of it to stay outside her full lips. He was fucking her mouth with fast, fierce thrusts, making the redhead sputter and drool around his pistoning cock, and Gwen couldn’t imagine how Mary Jane was taking it. Then she saw his ass clench, his body stiffening so hard she could see his tense muscles vibrating.

“Now, MJ, now!” he moaned.

Mary Jane rubbed her clit wildly, her hips spiking into the air, her body straining for the same fulfillment that Peter was finding. He drove his cock up to the hilt in Mary Jane’s red lips and there, he exploded, flooding Mary Jane’s throat with cum. A half-second later, Gwen saw Mary Jane’s orgasm tear through her. The blonde had never gotten off as hard as Mary Jane did from having a man come down her throat.

Peter wrenched his spurting cock away from her, his still-shooting cum splattering her breasts, her shoulders, her face, leaving all of her dripping with his creamy seed. Mary Jane writhed orgasmically as she felt herself being whipped by his jetting semen. It made Gwen hunger to have him come on her too.

“AAAHH!” Mary Jane howled as she came, cum running down her chin while she cried out. “OHHH! AAAEEE!”

Gwen squeezed her thighs hotly together, biting her lip to hold in her excitement. But nothing could contain the raging lust she felt, seeing Mary Jane’s body orgiastically undulating in the hot grip of climax. She wanted to be doing that to Mary Jane. She wanted to feel that way. She didn’t care if Peter was the biggest brute on the planet, if it was rape, abuse, she didn’t know, she didn’t care. Whatever it was, as long as it made her come.

And the worst thing was, she could see that Mary Jane felt the same way. That she was Peter’s careless bitch, his slut—and that she was being amply rewarded for abandoning her dignity.

“Do it again, tiger, please… I can come again!” Mary Jane moaned. “Put it back in, quick, quick!”

Peter had not softened an iota; his lust hadn’t diminished either. He scrambled down to the legs she had opened for him and fed his cock into her flooded pussy. If anything, he was even bigger than before, harder. They both howled in rapture as the fuck started again, only heightened, reaching a new plateau of depraved bliss as they gave themselves over to the lusts that the blowjob had kindled.

He fucked Mary Jane in short, quick jabs, but each hitting Mary Jane with sledgehammer force, enough to throw her through the air if it weren’t for Peter holding tightly to her hips. Mary Jane was nearly out of her mind with ecstasy, clawing and scratching at Peter as if to punish him for holding back the little he was, or for bringing her to such heights of delight that nothing else could satisfy her, leaving her addicted to him and his cock alone. 

Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she could only mewl as she found herself on another peak, though her orgasmic bliss did nothing to slow Peter in driving himself into her. In another moment, passionate screams were rising from her once more.

They rang in Gwen’s ears as her eyes rolled back in her head, the blonde losing consciousness, her mind simply unable to take both the voyeuristic pleasure she was blessed with and the needing lust she was cursed with.

Peter and Mary Jane didn’t even notice. Their rapture was far beyond simple exhibitionism now. They couldn’t have cared if they were alone in the universe or in the middle of Times Square.

Mary Jane writhed underneath Peter. The only thing she was able to do to at all affect her own ravishing was to lift her legs above Peter’s back, her feet kicking while her fingers dug like claws into his back. As Peter came once more, he closed his eyes in ecstasy, but opened them to see that Mary Jane had been forced into orgasm along with him. The sight of her, mid-climax, enthusiastically sublimating herself to his pleasure, made the last few spurts of his ejaculation particularly exciting. 

He started to slow down, his prick empty, slightly concerned that Mary Jane could take no more and that this would make a good stopping point. Instead, Mary Jane cried out needfully: “Fuck meeee!”

Grinning fiercely, Peter did just that, thrusting into her even faster than before. Even he was fatigued by now, panting and sweating. His cock slipped from her cunt. Mary Jane was too aroused to give him the chance to disappoint her. She rolled Peter onto his back and mounted his prick, straddling his hips and riding him like she was at a rodeo. 

Peter pillowed his hands behind his head and enjoyed the show, a little dazed from his orgasm. But not so dazed that he could resist the sight of Mary Jane’s breasts bouncing as she worked herself up and down on him. He reached up with one hand to play with her bounding tits, but otherwise simply lying there. 

It was a wonderful way to come down from the high of fucking Mary Jane to orgasm. All he had to do was lie underneath her and let her rock back and forth on his member. Mary Jane wasn’t like Gwen—she was so much more than an appetizing hole to fuck. No, as fun as it was to despoil Gwen, Mary Jane was his equal in corruption, and it was even more fun to provide the canvas for her to debase herself on. He looked down at her cuntlips sucking his length, every bit as ardently as her mouth had, while holding her right breast in his hand to keep its succulent perfection in mind.

“Hnnn—Peter!” Mary Jane moaned piteously, sweat blossoming on her forehead, perhaps finding it a little painful just how intense her pleasure had become, although he couldn’t say that slowed her down any. She seemed to be experiencing a never-ending orgasm, going seamlessly from one peak to another with each surge she made down the length of his erection. Peter wondered if she would reach her pleasurable limit or if her body would simply give out.

It turned out to be the latter. Exhausted, her naked body shining with perspiration, Mary Jane plunged down on his cock one last time and then continued to fall forward, her breasts slapping against Peter’s chest. She lay against him, gasping for breath, her cunt still clenching and tightening on Peter’s manhood as if trying to keep going. Peter closed his eyes and let himself come for the last time, his release shaking him as he pumped fresh cum into Mary Jane’s sex, filling her up for good this time.

“That was the best fuck I’ve had in years,” Mary Jane breathed, almost whimpering. Peter felt her cunt close around his softening cock, her body shake with another ecstatic tremor as she came down from her orgasmic high. She had a long way to go before the afterglow subsided. “I started coming and I just couldn’t stop… it was wonderful! What’s your secret?”

“I don’t know,” Peter said. “Maybe you were just enjoying it more because you were honest with yourself.”

“Honest with myself?” Mary Jane asked him confusedly, though in her present condition, little made sense to her beyond the fact that submitting to Peter brought her wild ecstasy.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re finally acting like the cumslut I always knew you were.”

Mary Jane blushed, but that didn’t keep her from grinning roguishly. Peter could practically see her admit it to herself: she had been a slut, a whore, his bitch—and she had loved every minute of it. “I suppose I am… you don’t mind dating a cumslut, do you?”

Peter smiled back at her. “I quite like it. In fact…” He ducked his head to her cheek as if to kiss her, but instead whispered in her ear. “I plan on fucking a cumslut every day.”

Mary Jane’s blush deepened. She rubbed her cheek against his, letting him feel how it had heated up, and this time he did kiss her, peppering her face with kisses until she got off of him, pulling herself away from his shrunken prick. 

His cum ran freely from her splayed cunt and Peter watched with amazement just how much he had pumped into her. He even heard Mary Jane sigh lovingly, as if taking some masturbatory enjoyment in having his seed sluggishly roll from her stuffed pussy. It made him feel less guilty about not wearing a rubber—no condom could’ve contained the sheer magnitude of his ejaculation. He could only hope Mary Jane was on the pill. Then again, she’d be a pretty poor cumslut indeed if she wasn’t. And Peter would still be hard if she weren’t an incredible cumslut.

Of course, as good as she was, Mary Jane only managed to take three steps before falling to her knees, then losing consciousness altogether. 

Peter tucked his hands back under his head, stretching out into total relaxation. Mary Jane and Gwen definitely seemed to have the right idea. It was a fine time for a siesta. And with the two of them there, it would be interesting to see who woke up first. No doubt by then he’d be up for another fuck.

“Hey, you there! What’re you doing? What’s going on here?”

Maybe even sooner, Peter thought, as Captain Marvel came in for a landing on the rooftop, looking in shock at the two passed-out women virtually stuffed with cum and Peter, his manhood prodigious even when sleeping, and rapidly regaining its hardness as he sat up to greet her.

“What’s the matter?” Peter asked Carol. “Haven’t you seen anyone take an afternoon nap before?”