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Mary Jane froze now, confused, feeling like she had whiplash. She’d been so immersed in the anticipation of sex, invested in being seduced, ready for him to overwhelm her… she could see it in her mind’s eye… Peter dismissing Black Cat with no doubt a myriad of fantasies about what was about to happen, taking her to bed, giving her the crazed fuck that their bodies were so deeply ready for.

She was so prepared for it, and now… nothing.

“Mary Jane,” Felicia breathed, her voice soft—MJ was so barely aware of her presence that the cat burglar felt like some voice inside her own head. “Please.”

She gazed at him, her eyes on his cock. It was as hard as ever, but it wasn’t throbbing, wasn’t leaking precum. Mary Jane looked down at the spilled white on the concrete at Peter’s feet and keened inwardly at the thought of that being all she would get from him. Her legs went weak.

She didn’t want him to put his cock away or for it to be an iota less hard than it was right now. She wanted it back like it had been, stiff, quivering with lust, as desperate to fuck her as she was to take it.

“Red Cat,” Mary Jane mewled, “is Spider-Man’s woman.”

She got down on her knees.

Peter sat on the parapet, his back against the wrought-iron rods that protected people from falling over the side, and he crooked his finger at Mary Jane.

Like the feline she was dressed as, Mary Jane crawled across the rooftop to him. She did not think for one moment that Felicia was still there, watching her—watching them both. And looking at herself with the question: if Mary Jane’s catsuit could drive Peter to this, what might hers do on top of that?

“Touch it,” Peter said.

Mary Jane’s pussy quivered with each inch of skin that came into contact with Peter’s cock, wrapping her fingers around it. The heat of his arousal scorched her palm, but she squeezed him tight anyway. Then she pumped her hand up and down.

“Feel what you do to me?” Peter teased her.

“Me and Felicia,” Mary Jane retorted. (Felicia tsked.) Her face was pink with embarrassment and she glanced around, as if someone might be watching… someone other than Felicia.

“Kiss it, Mary Jane. Kiss that big cock.”

“Peter, give me a minute,” Mary Jane moaned, her blush deepening.

“Let it go then!” Felicia barked with angry impatience. “If you don’t want to kiss his cock, don’t play with it.”

“I want to!” Mary Jane said hurriedly. “It’s crazy how much I want to… it’s just… I shouldn’t… shouldn’t…”

She put her warm lips against his shaft, kissing it. Hands ran through her hair, approvingly petting her. Mary Jane wondered why they felt so different—she had sucked Peter off before, felt his hands in her red tresses before—but now it was Felicia doing it and Felicia encouraging her.

“Now kiss the tip,” Felicia purred. “Kiss where it’s nice and wet.”

“It’s such a strong taste,” Mary Jane equivocated.

Felicia shook with laughter. “Are you pretending you don’t like it? You married him, Red…”

Clutching Peter’s dick tightly, Mary Jane looked into his eyes. He nodded to her. That was it; she didn’t need any more reinforcement than that. She ducked her head, lips together, bringing them against his cockhead, feeling his slippery precum smear and join her slick lipstick.

She kissed his bellend, then began to raise her head, but Peter grunted—hands suddenly on the back of her head, holding her in place while he pivoted his hips. His prick surged past her lips, through her mouth, and almost into her throat.

Mary Jane sputtered but didn’t even try to resist. She felt her lips stretching around his girth, felt his throbbing cock burn the inside of her mouth.

“Time to be a cocksucker, cocksucker,” Felicia mewled, her voice rich with amusement.

Tears gathered in Mary Jane’s eyes, symptoms of her shame at having her mouth distended by Peter’s cock, right in front of another woman. Peter’s fingers locked like cables around her skull and he hauled her up and down, rutting into her mouth.

She turned her eyes up to him, glossy with humiliated tears, but he could see she was enjoying it. That was why he smiled at her, why she kept her lips locked tightly around his pistoning shaft, tasting his dripping precum as it seeped into her mouth.

Peter was a good man—almost too good—he never degraded her, never talked nastily to her—not until now. He worked her face… the beautiful face of the woman he loved… up and down on his prick, making her fuck it with her mouth.

Mary Jane let the tears fall silently, enjoying the intensity of her own soaring emotions. Her knees hurt on the cement but her pussy throbbed madly. She kept staring up at Peter, savoring the wicked grin on his face while he made her take his cock, gulping again and again as her mouth filled with his precum.

“You suck good, Red Cat,” he groaned. “You’re as good a cocksucker as Black Cat.”

Hearing herself compared to Felicia kindled a perverse thrill in Mary Jane. She pressed her tongue against his prick—felt it slide along the roof of her mouth, tasting the pure musk of his erection now that she’d sucked away its cleanliness and sparked a sweat.

His swollen crown brushed at the back of her throat. She liked having it there, stuffing her mouth, and when Peter held her down on his cock, Mary Jane dutifully began to suck it.

Felicia laughed when she heard the redhead sucking. “You are a good cocksucker! I knew a girl couldn’t be married to that thing and not fall in love with sucking it. Blow him, MJ. Milk that cock! Let him memorize the feel of your wet, hot mouth wrapped around his prick! Oh, you know you’re going to make him come with that suckjob—it’s sooooo obvious you love his cum too. Don’t you just love how it tastes already? Bet you can’t wait for him to shoot it right into your belly, you filthy bitch… give you all that cum in his bloated balls and leave you tasting it for days!”

Mary Jane’s lust was on fire, the flames fanned by Felicia’s giddily shared lasciviousness. She sucked Peter vigorously, pitching her lips up and down his length, swirling her tongue on all of his cock she could get to.

She whimpered softly with how his manhood strained her lips apart, twisting her mouth around his shaft. Her hands held onto his hips, sampling the taut, trembling muscles that were reacting to her blowjob while she bobbed her head up and down, lips sucking, red hair flowing majestically with the dirty sway of her rutting.

“Someone’s watching you, MJ,” Peter teased her.

Mary Jane reeled off of his cock, her face flaming with embarrassment, eyes darting about until they landed on Felicia and she realized how Peter had tricked her. The cat burglar waved jauntily at Mary Jane; licking her own lips when she saw how swollen MJ’s looked from the intensity of the blowjob.

“That wasn’t funny,” Mary Jane told her husband.

Peter chuckled at her embarrassment. “C’mon, how many times am I going to get a chance to pull that on you?”

“Let’s go somewhere private, tiger,” Mary Jane said. “Come on… this is just for you. I don’t want anyone else to see it.”

“Really? Because you were getting really into it—I felt how hard you sucked me while Felicia was whispering in your ear. Now, we’ll stay right here and you’re going to make this cock come.”

Mary Jane froze up a moment, torn between this exciting dominance he showed—was this how he treated Felicia?—and staying firm on her spur-of-the-moment stand. Just because she somewhat liked the element of humiliation in his treatment didn’t mean it was a good thing he was debasing her… did it?

She looked up at him, saw him bite his lip in consternation instead of confronting her with the ecstatic grimace she would’ve expected from a man in the throes of oral sex, and realized he was waiting for her to do something as much as she was waiting for him to… master her, she guessed.

Mary Jane winked at him and he immediately twisted his fingers in her hair, drawing her down to his throbbing prick until it felt like it was in her chest. “Suck me, you goddamn slut! Suck me off and be my fucking cock holster, right now!”

Tears trailed down Mary Jane’s face, emblazoning it with running mascara, but she obeyed. She absolutely loved obeying.

It didn’t take long after that.

Peter’s cock swelled even bigger as Mary Jane suckled it. She had to swallow more, too—his cockhead spilled precum copiously into her mouth. But even that couldn’t distract Mary Jane from the feeling of Felicia watching at her, staring at her while she sucked off Peter, looking at how her tight catsuit cupped her ass and caressed the remainder of her svelte body. She sucked furiously, wanting to deny Felicia any more of a look at her giving a blowjob—though the wet heat she felt between her legs at having a voyeur added energy to her sucking.

She wanted Peter to come so that they could finally go inside, but her hard sucking let out wet sounds that seemed horribly loud. And Felicia was breathing hard, adding to the cacophony. As the heat grew inside Mary Jane’s catsuit, her ass swayed and her thighs tightened, putting pressure on her sensitive cunt. She felt like she was going to come—was afraid to consider that it might be because of where she was and what she was doing and who was watching.

Her exposure to Felicia, who was surely committing every single facet of how her face was wrapped around Peter’s manhood, sent a rapturous thrill thundering through her body, made her pussy convulse. She squealed around Peter’s member, sucking it as hard and as fast as she could. She was desperate for this to be over and that desperation made it so good that she almost wanted this to go on forever. Her ass twisted, her head bobbing. She grabbed Peter’s balls in her hand, squeezing them in mindless bliss.

“Suck it down, Mary Jane!” Peter groaned. “Suck that hard prick like a good bitch! I’m gonna come in your cocksucker mouth, MJ! We’re all going to see you gulping down my cum!”

Mary Jane heard him, but his words only registered as much as the feeling of Felicia watching her and the sense of being out in the open, exposed, laid bare in all her supplication to Peter. She sucked him wildly, her sex clenching, her juices soaking the crotch of her catsuit.

Her luxurious body shook with need and the rapture of having more and more of that desire met. She feasted hungrily on Peter’s cock, drawing up on its excessive length while pressing her tongue tight to it, making it stroke the roof of her mouth.

“Here it is, cocksucker!”

With her lips wrapped around his cockhead, Peter came right into her mouth, filling it with all the contents of his balls. Mary Jane’s eyes widened at the taste of his boiling cream roaring into her senses. It was so much stronger than she’d ever tasted before, rich and decadent.

When she swallowed it for the first time, her pussy went into convulsions that left her cross-eyed. She gurgled wetly and sucked even harder on his gushing prick. Her hand squeezed his balls, urging him to keep giving her his seed. And when he did, her eyes rolled up in ecstasy.

Mary Jane didn’t want to take her mouth from Peter’s cock when his ejaculation was over. She held him in her mouth, swashing her tongue around his manhood, lapping at his glanshole.

“God, you really are one cock-happy bitch,” Felicia muttered, impressed.

“You can stop now,” Peter said more gently.

Mary Jane pulled herself back until his prick flopped out of her mouth. Then she juked her head back down again, unable to resist kissing the balls she had just emptied out.

“Mmm, Peter,” she sighed. “I didn’t know it was this good with an audience.”

He grinned. “I knew you’d like it.”

“It was delicious,” Mary Jane said as she got her feet, her knees stinging. She put her hands on her waist, a smile on her face, and canted her hips. The wetness where she’d come was obvious. “Look how wet it made me… God, I couldn’t help myself!”

“I guess that means you don’t need me to get you off then,” Peter teased her.

Felicia seized Mary Jane by the arm, spinning her around to face the other woman. “That’s okay. I can do it. I want some of what he did to your mouth…”