The Babysitter 2

Peter didn’t know what was past dressing to the nines, but that was how Mary Jane dressed for their night out, tantalizing him with a glimpse of her expensive lingerie before having him zip up her Red Valentino Hearts brocade dress over it. The look was surprisingly casual, fitting for a pair of harried parents enjoying a night out, while still looking like a million bucks. Although that was probably just MJ.

Dinner was similarly unpretentious, a Mexican restaurant that managed the hat trick of being authentic, affordable, and halfway suitable for a romantic evening. Barely had they gotten their chips and salsa appetizers when Mary Jane slipped one foot from her Christian Louboutin Galativi pumps and started stroking his calf.

“MJ, if you’re feeling that frisky, I think I must warn you that Mexican food was a bad choice.”

“This is America. They serve burgers,” Mary Jane reasoned, running her foot higher up his leg.

“Great, I can feel like an Ugly American without getting my passport stamped.”

“Speaking of sandwiches, are you planning on asking me to join in?”

“Join in?” Between the footjob and the leading question, Peter felt like he was being set up for a joke, but that was okay. He loved to make MJ laugh. 

A lot of the time, he felt like he was struggling to keep up with Mary Jane’s sparkling conversation. Probably because he spent a lot of the night swinging around the city in his footie pajamas instead of sleeping in them.

“Too much wordplay for you, honor student? I was thinking we should have another threesome.”

“Yeah? Who with?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Gwen Stacy.”

The waiter picked then to bring around more chips and salsa. They didn’t need it.

“Are you serious?” Peter asked when the waiter left. “You actually think me and… that Gwen… the Gwen babysitting our kid…”

“What, like I’m worried you’re going to fall in love with her? I’m the love of your life, tiger. If nothing else, I am the one getting you a threesome. No man is dumb enough to try for better than that.”

“And what makes you think she’d be interested?”

Mary Jane picked up her glass of water, regarding Peter before she took a sip. “Because she’s a dirty slut, Peter. Obviously.”

***

Gwen’s mouth hung open, astonished, as Peter staggered toward her, overcome with lust—not just for her, but to indulge Mary Jane’s fantasy. She could only lay there until Peter ripped her clothes from her flesh, throwing them around the room, giving himself the sight of all her magnificent naked body.

Mary Jane gasped, savoring the vision as much as Peter did.

“Holy shit!” Gwen cried, reminded of Peter’s wife just as she was losing herself in how virile Peter was being, like something out of a wet dream come to life. She glanced fearfully away from Peter’s face to the voyeuristic Mary Jane. “Peter, she’s right there! We’re doing this right in front of your wife!”

“Conventional, I know,” Mary Jane said, approaching the bed. “But that’s just for starters. He’ll do it behind me too—that is, if you take him in the ass first. I’d hate for either of us to feel left out.”

She climbed onto the bed, parting Gwen’s thighs and staring hungrily at the golden thatch of her pubic hair. It made Gwen wetter than ever. She hadn’t considered being with a woman before, but in this sudden flood of lust, it made a crazy sense. She had already gotten off on Peter and MJ fucking—why wouldn’t she fuck both of them, if her fantasy was coming true?

“Out of the way, tiger,” Mary Jane said throatily. “It takes a woman to know what to do with a cunt like that…”

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter said, giving Mary Jane’s pert ass a slap. “I’ll go check on the baby. You two play nice until I get back…”

Stretching herself from the foot of the bed to the space between Gwen’s thighs, Mary Jane slid her fingers up the sloped edges of Gwen’s buttocks to her perineum. She parted Gwen’s pouting cuntlips with her fingers. Gwen whimpered and grinded her ass into the mattress, feeling Mary Jane trace her labia, touch her swollen clit.

“You’ve got a juicy little cunt, Gwendy,” Mary Jane whispered. “Us Parkers like juicy cunts. I’m going to get you nice and wet for Peter, then he’s going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name.”

“Yes… eat me first,” Gwen pleaded. She bit her lip as Mary Jane fingered her, the wetness of her pussy cajoling Mary Jane to masturbate it hard and fast, pounding two fingers in and out of her slit. “Please! I need it so bad!”

“You don’t have to worry about not being fucked, baby doll. You have to worry which parts of you we won’t fuck. God, you’ve got great tits.” Mary Jane moved her free hand up to Gwen’s nicely sized breasts, massaging and squeezing the sweetly plump flesh. “The other you really shouldn’t have worn that black top all the time! Don’t you know black is slimming, Gwen? If there’s one thing that sweet pair doesn’t need, it’s slimming!”

“Eat me now, please, eat me!” Gwen was humping Mary Jane’s fingers, dying to feel them replaced by her tongue. She’d heard so many times that only a woman knew how to eat out a woman—now that she knew how good MJ’s fingers felt, she had to see how her tongue was. “Mary Jane—MJ—I need to come!”

“Speaks well for our porn stash, I’d say. We have great taste in fuck books, us Parkers. I keep telling my better half we should make a sex tape. With his eye for composition, it wouldn’t be forty minutes of some guy’s taint while he lies on top of the real action.”

Apparently considering that information sufficient foreplay, Mary Jane dropped her head down between Gwen’s leg. Her tongue swiped over Gwen’s slit, lapping up all the arousal that had escaped her cuntlips. Gwen knew immediately that she would get off on being eaten out by Mary Jane. The only question was how much.

Now being tender, Mary Jane ran her tongue on either side of Gwen’s pussy, the mons so swollen that they seemed to be protruding out for Mary Jane’s tasting. MJ followed their curvature into the tuft of Gwen’s pubic hair, then found her clit. She licked around and around it until Gwen thought she was going to go out of her mind with need.

“Eat my pussy!” Gwen’s hips surged off the mattress, thrusting her cunt up to Mary Jane’s lips. “Please, I can’t take anymore! I need you to eat me!”

Mary Jane pressed her mouth against Gwen’s sex, sucking tenderly on its folds, then forcing her tongue inside its clinging tightness. She followed the flow of Gwen’s juices to deep inside her pussy, licking them up in repeated swirls, drawing her tongue up to the very pulse of Gwen’s clit.

“You’re going to make me come!” Gwen pulled at Mary Jane’s hair, whipping her hips up into MJ’s face. She squealed, fucking herself on the redhead’s tongue. “You’re licking me so good! Oh shit, I can’t take it! Lick my cunt! Set me off!”

“She’ll make you come if you make this come.”

Gwen turned her head to see Peter’s cock, throbbing in her face. He was naked too now, his erection long and hard, pulsing in its swollenness. 

Gwen opened her mouth instinctively, knowing that a mouthful of stiff cock would assuage the pressure she felt, the unrelieved arousal of being pushed so close to orgasm by Mary Jane’s tongue.

Tenderly, Peter took her head in his hands, holding her lovely face right at the perfect angle as he eased his prick into her mouth, then down her throat. “Ahhh—your mouth’s almost too hot, Gwen. I feel like coming already!”

Peter’s lips curled lewdly, watching Gwen suckle at him, pouty lips stretched wide around his girth.

“Swallow that prick, Gwen. Earn my cum. Show Mary Jane she doesn’t have to teach you anything about sucking cock.”

Cheeks flushed, eyes burning, Gwen wrapped her lips tightly around Peter’s member. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked it. Every taste of precum made her hips kick, desperately aroused, trying for even more of Mary Jane’s tongue. She was dying to taste Peter’s cum as it rushed down her throat. 

All while Mary Jane tirelessly devoured Gwen’s sex, her tongue making it throb more by the second, pulse like a racing heartbeat with every stroke that ran through Gwen’s folds. “Let’s see if I can make you blow your top while he’s coming down your throat,” she murmured. “You’re lucky I’m such a slut, Gwen. Not only do I let my husband fuck other women, but I make sure they get him off.”

She thrust her hands under the ripe peach of Gwen’s ass, digging her fingernails almost painfully into the juicy flesh. And with Gwen unable to get away, she sucked her cunt harder than ever, spearing her tongue into the boiling opening.

“Mmmph!” Gwen gurgled around Peter’s manhood. Her eyes grew hazy as more of his taste hit her. She was sucking his cock as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the engorged cockhead, lapping up the generous amounts of precum that she knew preceded an incredible load of cum.

“Oh, goddamn!” Peter pulled at her golden hair, bucking his hips, brutally thrusting himself down her throat. “Harder, baby, suck harder! Suck like those girls you were fingering yourself to! You can do it, Gwen! Get my hot cum!”

Mary Jane took one hand from Gwen’s sweating ass and moved it to her pussy, pushing in three bunched fingers while her tongue withdrew. She fingered Gwen with sharp, pistoning thrusts, slamming her fingers in up to the knuckles each time. Her lips puckered around Gwen’s clit, cajoling it out of its hood with lilting twists of her tongue. 

Gwen puckered her cheeks on Peter’s throbbing manhood, heat building at the core of her, beginning to explode. “MPHH!” She tried to moan around Peter’s cock, but all she could do was suck it harder. “UMFF! UN-UN mmmmmm—“

Her cream flowed satisfyingly from her glowing sex, drenching Mary Jane’s face as she literally basked in Gwen’s orgasm, rubbing chin and cheeks into her climaxing pussy while also kissing Gwen’s clit. Feeling it tingle on her plump red lips. Mary Jane rubbed her own cunt on the mattress and kept licking out Gwen long after she’d stopped coming, cleaning all her nectar from the lips of her pussy. 

Then Mary Jane laid her head down on Gwen’s thigh. “Either you’ve got a hair trigger or you’re not much good at sucking cock. Make my husband come, little girl. If you don’t get that hot cum out of him in the next minute, I’ll take it from you. And it’ll be a long time before you earn another chance to taste his seed.”

Gwen narrowed her eyes at the challenge. That was okay. Now that she’d come, she could devote all her attention to satisfying Peter’s throbbing cock.

She turned her head a little, giving Peter a straight shot to shove his prick down her throat. Then her face flushed, burning with exertion as she suckled Peter as hard as she could. She needed to empty his balls, needed to gulp down his hot cum no matter how much there was of it.

“Don’t listen to MJ, you’re a good cocksucker.” Peter reached down to pet Gwen’s luscious hair. She seemed to flee his consoling efforts, pumping her head up and down on his fat cock. Peter watched delightedly. “Oh shit—you want hot cum, you’re bringing it to a boil—I can only take so much of that hot sucking mouth!”

“Use that smart mouth,” Mary Jane cooed, rubbing her little red cunt as she watched. “Do it, Peter. Come right in her goddamn mouth!”

Peter flew forward, cramming almost all of his rock-hard member into Gwen’s gullet. She choked, gagged, felt his shaft swell even bigger than it already was, stretching her throat and reaching deep, deep into her. She could feel him in her chest. 

Then Peter came, what felt like entire pints of his cum flowing through his length, throbbing hard enough to shake her jawbone before the ejaculate reached his cockhead and shot down her throat. Despite the fact that it had to be spurting around her voice box, Gwen tasted the salty heat of his jizz and moaned with ecstasy around his ejaculating cock.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and furiously stroked him off. And as Gwen milked every drop of cum from his balls, she gulped and slurped and swallowed them all, until his cock finally slipped from her mouth and spurted once more onto her chin.

“Now that’s talent!” Mary Jane cried. “Can’t have much experience at your age—you just must be a natural. That’s probably why you enjoy’d the taste so much too. You’re just a natural born slut, baby.”

Gwen swallowed one last time, smiled, and shamelessly nodded. Her cunt was still burning. She hoped there was more, much more. There had to be, with a threesome. Always another person to fuck or suck. Or both, with two other lovers.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” MJ continued. “Because now it’s my turn with that mouth. And after the tongue-job I gave you, you’d better know what to do!”

Mary Jane moved up Gwen’s body, stopping only briefly to caress her sweet, supple breasts. Then she was straddling Gwen’s face, her knees planted against Gwen’s ears. Gwen’s breathing quickened as Mary Jane lowered her pussy down to the blonde’s lips.

“Remind you of anything?” Mary Jane reached down and parted her lower lips, exposing the bright pinkness inside her. “The number of times Peter’s come in here, I bet it tastes at least a little like what you just had in your mouth. Maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll let you eat me out again right after he stuffs me full of cum. Not that I’m sure I can take a tongue-job on top of Peter having his way with me. I can barely hold out through a quickie, he fucks me so hard. You had the right idea, sucking him dry first. That might just cut him down to size. But enough guy talk. I made you come. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Gwen’s head reeled, scenting the aroma of her first woman. It didn’t thrill her as Peter’s cock had—perhaps that stimulation still overwhelmed her senses—but it subtly tantalized her. She felt her pussy tingle, still wet, while she eased her tongue into Mary Jane. Gwen wiggled her tongue inside her, lapping up the rich juices that she knew her own cunt was spilling. It tasted wonderful; she hoped her own cream had been as delicious to Mary Jane.

Then, as Mary Jane had done to her, she moved her hands to MJ’s ass, squeezing the creamy flesh as it bucked and weaved. Then she was eating out Mary Jane like she’d been doing it all her life, rhythmically moving her tongue through the redhead’s flowing sex.

“Harder!” Mary Jane’s hips were rocking like she’d gone wild, grinding her pussy into Gwen’s mouth. “Eat me, you little whore! Suck my clit, make me come like I made you come! And when I squirt in your mouth, you swallow like a good girl!”

Gwen took Mary Jane’s clit into her mouth, gently swaddling it with her plush lips. The result seemed truly excessive—Mary Jane gasped and bucked her ass harder than ever. Squeezing and scratching her supple buttocks, Gwen couldn’t decide between sucking the swollen bead of Mary Jane’s clit or fucking her pussy with her tongue. She did both, switching between the two as quickly as possible.

Mary Jane stiffened, yanking at Gwen’s hair, then pumping her ass wildly as she exploded inside. “Ohhh! Gwen! You’re such a good pussy eater! Suck it, you good little girl! Suck on my cunt! Nnnh! I’m coming!”

Her juices exploded into Gwen’s mouth, drenching her lips with seething wetness. Gwen clutched Mary Jane’s ass tightly, still licking and tonguing her cunt, eager for more of her cream. 

Mary Jane was a glutton for sex, but even her sensual body could only be satiated so much. Exhausted, she slipped off of Gwen’s face and gestured weakly to her husband.

“Oh, she definitely liked how I tasted,” MJ moaned. “No one eats pussy like that if they don’t. I can’t take anymore. It’s your turn, tiger. Show Gwen how we tip our babysitter.”