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“Oh, you have such a sweet cock,” Mary Jane gasped, working her head up and down its length.

She licked Peter from balls to bellend, sticking her tongue down along his scrotum to tickle around the base of his underside, then rising back up his shaft to suck at the swollen helmet. The tip of her tongue teased his glanshole friskily. Then she again worked down the underside of his member, sucking and nipping at the seam running between his balls.

“I’m gonna come!” Mary Jane cried, slobbering her words against the prick she was so ardently tonguing. “Ooohh, tiger, you make me so hoooottt!”

His arousal throbbed against her lips. Peter’s finger slicked in and out of her sex, letting her folds milk at him. Her pussy squeezed like a vise on his finger, her juices trickling out around its penetration.

“Yes!” she gasped to his erection. “Oh God yes, I love it, Jesus Christ, I fucking love it!”

Peter hadn’t said a word to her yet. But she knew she’d pleased him from the taste of cum leaking out from his tip. She showed him how much she appreciated his precum, teasing at his glans with her tickling tongue, thirsty for a little more preview of the massive ejaculation she hoped to cajole from him.

Mary Jane raised her face from his prick, sensing a change. Peter stood up, leaving her sex empty, its hot cream running down her thighs as she twitched.

“Don’t leave me like this! Please, Peter, goddamn it, I need to be fucked!”

She heard the rustle of his clothes and knew he was undressing. Finally. Finally.

He laid down on his back, stark naked, his cock rising up big and hard. She could feel its power in the air. She gave into it, lowering her face to Peter’s to let him kiss her mouth, then her tits. His cock rustled against her trembling thigh.

His hands played with her tits, pinching the nipples and massaging the turgid flesh until the buds were stiffer and more sensitive than ever, throbbing with need. Peter lifted his face to them, kissing the cherry-like nipples, then rubbing his tongue over them, then sucking them into his mouth to really make Mary Jane feel his ardor.

“Yes, my tits, I love the way you suck my tits! Ohhhh!” Mary Jane keened. “Show me how much you love them! Suck the nipples right off! Suck them while I pump your cock for you!”

She threw a leg over him, straddling his lap with her elbows on either side of his head, spreading out her knees so that her loins were lowered to his crotch.

“I’m your dirty little bitch!” she breathed in a sultry voice. “And I’m gonna get fucked by you if I have to do it myself!”

She dropped her bare sex down on his cock, slipping him inside of her. As soon as Peter was in, Mary Jane shrieked, slamming herself down to take all of his erection. She thrust her pussy down on his manhood, her folds stretching to accommodate all of its stiff, swollen length. The head of his astonishing erection worked its way to the very depths of her cunt. He took up all the room there was in her.

Feeling his engorged hardness stretch out her sex sent thrills radiating out from her impaled pussy, her clit buzzing as if it were about to explode. Mary Jane pressed down on him, enhancing the pressure inside her, her clit now as big as a pecan, absorbing the aroused throbs of Peter’s cock from inside her slit.

Now she worked her hips like a stripper, sliding her slit up and down on his buried cock. He really was hung. The more she fucked herself on him, the more her pussy strained to make room for him. She would never get used to his size, but she learned to love the aching feel of being suborned to his massive endowment.

Peter rolled his hips, thrusting up into her almost as rapidly as she pumped herself down onto him. The friction sent mad waves of delight up her pussy and throughout the rest of her body.

“Yes, Peter, fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck me so good!”

As much as it amused him to have Mary Jane fuck herself on his cock, it wasn’t submissive enough for Peter’s tastes. She was the pet and he was the master; he rode her, he wasn’t taken on rides.

Without missing a stroke, he rolled them over, placing himself on top of her and then thrusting down into her churning sex. He hilted himself in her, hard, and Mary Jane almost pleadingly lunged up to gulp down his manhood. Her bitchsuited arm and legs waved helplessly in the air like a turtle placed on its back, but MJ couldn’t bring herself to care. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that right now, she was Peter’s whore.

“Yes, you’re fucking me!” she moaned. “You’re fucking me with that huge cock… reminding me I belong to it… I live to be your cock’s!”

Peter covered her naked body with his, ramming his hips down between her open thighs. Her hard nipples itched at his hairy chest, her breasts bounding with every hard thrust. All of her body rippled and all of her voice screamed. The only thing she did besides be the receptacle of his deep, cunt-wrecking strokes was to stretch her neck up and kiss him, kiss the man whose fat cock filled her pussy.

“Please, Peter, please—say something! Let me know how much you love fucking me! I have to know I’m your good little bitch!”

She felt Peter’s grin radiate down to her. “Sounds to me like you’re having a good time.”

His prick kept up its bite, refusing to let her straining body off without coming for him.

“Oh God—such a good time!” Mary Jane breathed. “Peter, I love—love you—love being your whore—yes, CHRIST, give me every inch!”

Her orgasm hit her without warning. Mary Jane simply burst for him, too much pressure inside her, too much of his thrusting cock for even her ravenous pussy to eat. Her juices jetted hotly from her stuffed womanhood. Peter only fucked harder, ramming into Mary Jane’s flaring cunt, making her come anew with each impaling thrust.

“Yes, fuck me, master!” she screamed. “Make your bitch come!”