Baton 2 (Patreon)

Peter took his sport jacket off. He hung it on the hook on the stall door. Then he unzipped his fly. His erection snapped out through the seam in his boxers. Mary Jane gasped at its size. It wasn’t much work to pretend astonishment. Even now, one kid into their marriage, it was still hard for her to believe just how well-endowed Peter was… how much she herself had taken… and how often.

“Gawd, Mr. Parker!” Mary Jane gasped. “You want me to take all that?”

“I want you to take your uniform off, first of all. Then we’ll talk about everything you can do for me…”

Mary Jane reached behind herself to unzip her black uniform. She peeled it off her supple body. Peter took it from her and hung it over his jacket.

There she stood, gorgeous, nude except for her majorette cap and her white boots.

“Will you count me present even when I’m absent, sir? I just get so busy—I don’t have time to go to class…”

Peter reached between Mary Jane’s thighs, feeling her wet little cunt. His fingertips skated over the glossy wetness of it. He thrilled to be touching her. His fingers closed into a fist, putting pressure on all of her groin, then releasing. Tensing again. Releasing again. Massaging a warmth and wetness into Mary Jane’s pussy that he soon felt anointing the pads of his fingers.

“Just so long as you find time for me.”

He entered her, only slightly, with the last knuckle of his middle finger. Peter slicked it lovingly up and down inside her. Mary Jane quivered, eyes closed, beautiful mouth forming little Os with each trip his finger made in her cunt. Her tall majorette hat gleamed. The strap cut across her tensed jaw.

“Can I get started now, sir? Can I play with your cock? I’ll need a lot of practice before I know how to handle as much cock as you have—Mr. Parker…”

“Go ahead, Mary Jane. You just go ahead and practice…”

Mary Jane solidified her hand on his enormous prick. The shaft was hot. The girth filled her palm. “Ooohh, oh, geez!” she said thoughtlessly, intoxicated by the chain reaction of him touching her and her touching him.

She squeezed and pumped slowly, working his member inexorably towards orgasm. And he fucked her, a finger inside her cunt, giving her sex that would only grow bigger and burn hotter. Mary Jane was multiorgasmic. She’d give up a flood of ecstasy before Peter decided she’d had enough. He wouldn’t be satisfied by anything less than the very limit of her body’s ability to feel pleasure.

“Unh, Mary Jane!” Peter keened.

“God, sir!” Mary Jane said breathlessly.

“Sit, sit… sit down now.”

Mary Jane dropped her ass onto the shiny white seat of the closed toilet. Peter went down on his knees. Burning too hot to wait for her to take another order, he pushed her thighs apart. Mary Jane felt a split-second flicker of exposure. Abashed at being laid bare, even to her husband. But then his tongue was licking over her sex.

“Oh! Ahhhh, FUCK!” she howled.

Peter pressed in on her, twirling his tongue lasciviously into Mary Jane’s folds. It slicked over her vulva, then pinpointed her clit. The tip of his tongue spiked into her stiffened bud.

“AWWW! SHHEEEEEZ!” Mary Jane cried, unable to hold it in, barely able to remember her character.

Peter could not stay down. He came up onto one foot, toes clenching inside his shoe as he ground it against the floor like he was crushing something underfoot. Mary Jane he pulled upward, holding her pussy to his mouth as he loomed over her. Licking and lapping into her. She cooed and whimpered, swearing. The pleasure hit her so hard that it hurt, but she didn’t want it to stop. Not before she came.

Peter opened his mouth wide, pulled her clit between his lips, and sucked it. His hands under Mary Jane’s ass, feeling out the supple flesh. Delighting in how it quivered as he hungrily devoured her. And she wildly responded. Her body writhing so hard in rapture that she seemed to be in flight. Peter’s hands and mouth the only things holding her in place.

Mary Jane’s eyes crossed. She luxuriated in the sensations Peter’s mouth and tongue were giving her. Looking down—not sure she could bear it—she took a look at the obscene deed. Peter, still looking like one of her college professors, was eating her cunt. The sight of him sent hot excitement jetting through her. It outpaced even the feeling from her pussy. Mary Jane loved knowing it was her tiger that was doing this to her.

“Shit! Shit!” she gasped.

Peter knew too much about giving cunnilingus. Way too much for her to be safe with him. He took Mary Jane up to a plateau and held her there. Not overwhelming her, but keeping her painstakingly aware of what every lick, every kiss, was doing between her legs. How they were all working her towards orgasm, one little notch at a time. Until she was in the home stretch, shuddering and quaking, feeling her climax dig its hooks into her. She couldn’t escape. Peter had her locked up tight. She could only hope he felt this way when she did this to him.

“All As! All As!” Mary Jane crooned, feeling her clit swell, a storm trapped inside her pussy, Peter’s tongue taking her up to the precipice and letting MJ throw herself over. All it took her was to think once more of who was doing this to her. Her sweet, trustworthy Peter Parker… that handsome face between her legs… that tongue that flicked from her labia to her clit and left her no words, only screams.

“OH! AH! UUUUUUUUUHH!” she yelled.

Peter drank deeply of the fresh wetness that soaked her folds.

“Sir! Sir! Ohhhh!”

She trembled and drooled through the next plateau he had brought her to. Her whole body was burnt up with brilliant delight. Peterpeterpeterpeter. She loved that there’d be nothing to feign, no sparing his feelings after this was over. He tasted her like she was sweet as a honeycomb. After, to return the favor, Mary Jane would only have to be honest about what he’d lavished on her. Peter would delight in it just as he should.

The antiseptic smell of the well-cleaned restroom, Peter going down on her, the naughty thought of the game they were playing—it was all too much for Mary Jane. She came again, then again. It rippled through her without respite. All Peter had to do was keep enjoying the taste of her, the taste she fed him, and it was like Mary Jane was helpless not to continue feeding him her delicious cream.

Finally Mary Jane slumped down. Spent and satiated and knowing once again that this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Doing this.

Peter came up onto his feet. “I’m going to have a seat, Mary Jane. And you’re going to play with my cock, okay?”

“Okay,” MJ said, coming down from the toilet seat to kneel on the gleaming tile.

Peter sat. His erection shot straight up into the air. Long, beautiful, hard. It was easy for Mary Jane to summon up feelings of intimidation. It’d taken her a long time to internalize that she could actually handle such a beast. That she could ride it and suck it and take it up the ass. It was almost nostalgic to pretend she was back in the days when all she knew to do with a monster like that was to lie on her back and spread her legs. Hope that Peter was gentle. Hope, too, that he wasn’t.

Mary Jane tapped her booted toes on the tile floor, making a little rhythm as she looked up at Peter and his towering endowment. “Do you want me to play with it? Just sort of hold it in my hands and feel it?”

“Yes,” Peter groaned out.

Mary Jane held his prick at its base. “Oh,” she whispered, feeling its power. Again, barely having to act to seem impressed.

“Now kiss it,” Peter told her.

“I don’t know if I should,” Mary Jane said in her girlish voice.

“You have to, Mary Jane. You have to get my cum.”

“Really? I have to kiss your cock, sir?”

“Yes!”

“Oh wow,” Mary Jane said, bowing her head.

Her majorette cap tilted. Her chin strap dug into her face. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of Peter’s endowment.

His erection pounded, reverberating like a gong that’d been struck.

“MJ! Fucking MJ!” Peter moaned. “Kiss it! Lick it! Get all my cum out!”

He sat on the toilet, seeming overwhelmed, seeming defeated. At the mercy of Mary Jane’s ministrations. His erection pointed up at Mary Jane’s parted lips. They seemed drawn together as naturally as magnets.

Mary Jane ran her tongue over the slope of his bellend.

“OOOH yeah!” Peter grunted, lifting his hips, offering his manhood up to Mary Jane’s warm, juicy mouth.

She took it inside, her open lips traveling down his length. Not stopping until he butted into her throat; then her lips locked around the roundness of his member. Mary Jane bobbed up and down, forcing his cockhead into her narrow throat, then retreating before she could gag on it too much. Her majorette cap wobbled precariously.

“Suck me, Mary Jane! Suck me good!”

She pulled at his big cock with everything she had, still holding onto his beautiful length. Her fingers playing with his curly pubic hair.

“You sweet girl. Such a sweet girl,” Peter groaned, his voice quavering.

Mary Jane forced herself down on his erection. Her throat tightened, barely letting all of his heft in. She gurgled around all that was stuffed into her throat, but didn’t care. After years of marriage to Peter, Mary Jane was used to getting too much. It had become just enough for her.

She looked up at Peter, enthralled by the passionate look she’d etched onto his handsome face. She tingled, imagining what he saw when he looked down at her. His big dick plugged into her tight little mouth. Bulging out her cheeks and filling up her gullet. Mary Jane could only hope it was a pretty enough picture for him to give his cum to it.