Symbiote Blues update

“Christ, honey, you sure can suck,” Peter gasped, clutching Gwen’s hair from out of its headband and lifting his hips from the car seat to drive more of himself into Gwen’s lips. “That’s it, suck it, suck it!”

Gwen thought of the cock in her mouth as sick and depraved, and herself as filthy, no matter how unwillingly it had started. Yet she was starting to find it strangely exciting. It was like as she had a taste of cock, she instinctively knew what to do with her mouth. With her lips collared around Peter thick shaft, she bobbed up and down, getting his engorged cockhead to the back of her throat with every hammering plunge. Her tongue was fluttering all over the throbbing length, while her soft lips slurped at the base of his cock, which still defied her attempts to reach with her throat. Grasping Peter’s belt, she slowly lifted her mouth, sucking so hard and deep that it almost could’ve been her suction pulling him up from his seat.

She felt like the most depraved girl in the world—but she was enjoying every second of it.

Then Peter took out his cell phone. “Hold on, just remembered I have to make a call,” he said as her soft, slippery lips flew up and down his manhood. He rested his other hand on the back of Gwen’s neck to keep her moving in galloping gulps over his prick. “Hey, MJ? It’s me. We still on for tonight?”

Gwen was paying attention only to Peter’s cock. She could feel his legs tensing, his prick jerking in her mouth, and knew that in another few moments, she would have a big load of his thick, slimy cum running down her throat. Though that turned her on, Gwen wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. She wondered if his cum could make her sick. Then she heard what he was saying on the phone.

“There’s just one other thing. I don’t want you to be wearing any panties when I come over tonight. In fact, it’d probably be best if when I came to the door, you weren’t wearing anything at all. And instead of going out for dinner, I’ll just fuck you. Does that work for you? Great. Practice your Kegels.”

Suddenly, the thought of Peter and Mary Jane together bloomed in Gwen’s mind. She imagined that exquisite beauty in a silk sheet bed, Peter fucking MJ the same way he was fucking her throat right now, and Gwen could not prevent heat from rising between her thighs. She recalled the way she’d seen the two of them greet each other once, with Mary Jane rubbing her cunt on Peter’s thigh right there in public, sliding her small hands into his pants and fondling his firm ass. She couldn’t even think of what they did when they were alone.

“Hold on,” Peter said, “Gwen would like to tell you something.”

Thoughts of Peter and Mary Jane and Peter’s cock were spinning through Gwen’s mind, as deep in her consciousness as his cock was in her throat. He held the phone down to her and then his cock exploded in a torrent of white-hot cum. She was shocked, yet pleased at the strong taste that splattered against the back of her throat. Gurgling and audibly slurping, she locked her lips tightly around the glans of Peter’s spurting cockhead to suck and swallow every last drop of semen that spewed into her mouth.

On Gwen’s last gulp, Peter took the phone away and returned it to his ear. “So, Gwen says hi. See you tonight.”

He hung up as Gwen finally removed his limp member from her mouth. 

“I hope you’re satisfied!” Gwen snapped, flush with anger as it dawned on her what a depraved act she’d just performed.

“Not really, but once I go see Mary Jane, sure,” Peter replied easily.

With tears in her eyes, Gwen threw on her sweater and jumped out of the car. Running across the parking lot, she wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her hand. Then, slowly to a stop, she ran her tongue over her soiled hand.

The thing she’d just done had been the most degenerate thing she could think of, but like the taste of cum—she’d enjoyed it.

*** 

Mary Jane sat in front of her window, looking for Peter’s arrival. The sight that would greet Peter as he swung in through the window would certainly be a welcome one. Mary Jane’s housecoat was open, flared behind her like a cape, the material only covering her arms. Her legs were drawn back to her breasts, her thighs spread apart to allow her access to her sex. One of her hands kneaded her breasts wildly, while the other held her cell phone deep within her pussy. It had naturally been the closest thing on hand when her call with Peter ended.

Her juices were smeared all over her inner thighs and the chair beneath her was downright drenched. Her movements were frantic. She rocked back and forth, doing the first third of a backward somersault over and over again, like she was trying to perfect it.

It was a good thing she was ten stories up. Many in the neighborhood wouldn’t like her posture just then. At least, the women wouldn’t. Their husbands, seeing the young redhead like that, would be lined up around the block to penetrate into Mary Jane’s cunt, to play with her stiff-nippled breasts, to kiss her ears and whisper promises they wouldn’t keep. And Mary Jane was horny enough to want every cock on the block, but none of the men that went with them. She only wanted Peter.

She thought about sucking cocks—sounding like Gwen had over the phone—and licking pussy and fucking and taking it up the ass and writhing in the middle of an army of horny cocks as they jousted for whatever positions they could find on her sweating, heaving body, taking turns filling her cunt, her ass, her mouth, one after the other, until she was so laden with cum that she couldn’t move.

She sucked her finger like it was a prick, then pushed its saliva-moistened length up her asshole and wriggled sensually on it. She was dazed by her passion now, aroused to a desperate state of sexual need. She thought about Peter. She thought about his cock.

Peter, for his part, stood on the windowsill outside, looking in on her as he waited for her to notice his arrival. Mary Jane’s nude body was incredibly beautiful, shaking, arching, all flushed and hot for him. He wanted to impale her with his cock. But first, he wanted to enjoy the sight of her completely enslaved to her lust for him just a little longer.

Moaning as she found a sweet spot inside her pussy, Mary Jane opened her eyes and saw Peter. He let himself in.

“Lie back, red,” he told her. “I’m going you fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes!” she answered. “With you, it always feels like I’ve never been fucked before.”

Peter smiled. In a way, she hadn’t. At least, not like this.