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Venus Voluptuous 4
🕑 Added 2023-08-06 00:00:01 +0000 UTCMary Jane ground her cunt down into Peter’s face, not stopping until her body was sated. The lust Venus made her feel, with hands stroking her body and caressing her tits and petting her hair, left her unable to quit until she was fully drained.
Then she lay against Venus, smile glazed on, eyes vacating, feeling only how wonderful it was to be loved—in Venus’s arms and against Peter’s sweaty skin—as Venus rode her husband’s cock like a bucking bronco. Screwing her hips around and around, pumping up and down, taking every inch of cock she could get into her tight sex.
Peter put his hands behind her, feeling her ass. It wasn’t enough for him. He sat up, Venus putting her hands on his shoulders for balance, and between the two of them they kept Mary Jane’s body between them. Jostling and jiggling as her lovers fucked on either side of her.
Still, even with Mary Jane blissed out and unthinking, Peter couldn’t resist her. He held her tight to his chest while Venus did the work of fucking, bouncing fast on Peter’s lap, her red hair intermixing with Mary Jane’s in sweet strands of dark sweat. Her bangs were matted to her forehead with perspiration and Mary Jane’s hair clung to her bare breasts as Venus stroked her body against her fellow redhead’s back.
“Fuck that cock, Venus,” Peter gritted out, his terse voice at odds with his gentle motions as he petted Mary Jane’s body, all but spooning her as Venus fucked herself on his erection like it held all the aggressive passion in his otherwise docile body.
“Oh yes, I am! I’m fucking!” Venus groaned, her voice joyous, as hungry for more as Mary Jane was contented with what she’d received.
His prick felt good inside her. She loved having Peter’s hard shaft all to herself as much as she’d loved sharing it. It was so warm, so slick, still inundated with the desire Mary Jane had invested it with. Venus fucked it as hard as she could; trying to get Peter off like she knew MJ would’ve wanted.
“Fuck her, Peter… I want her to come like I did…” Mary Jane moaned, soaking up enough of Venus’s radiating passion that she wrapped her arms around Peter’s chest and kissed his pecs. Happy to simply cuddle with him while Venus took care of the raging erection behind her.
Venus rutted faster and harder, until she knew she would come again. She felt Peter’s cock bulge inside her. He launched out his load; Venus felt it splash hotly inside her.
“Sweet, sweet fucker…” Peter sighed, his face going slack with pleasure.
He arched up off the bed, pushing harder into Venus’s core. She rolled her hips and pistoned down on his staff even as it volleyed her with heated spurts.
“GOD! You’re squirting right in me!” Venus cried. “Ah! Ah Ah! OOOOWHOOFF!”
Venus’s eyes rolled up in her head as Peter filled her with love and rapture and pure hot cum. She shook violently, then stiffened, then fell from Peter’s lap. Sprawling out on the foot of the bed as a picture of temptation that any man would dearly desire to be on top of.
But Peter’s eyes were only for Mary Jane. Emptied of his rabid desire, he fell into a deep, entangled sleep with her—one that had no need of dreams.
***
It was hard to overwhelm Venus, but not impossible. What was impossible was for her to be sick of love for long. An hour or so after her last orgasm, Venus awoke.
She saw Peter and Mary Jane were still dead to the world. She was half-tempted to wake them up and continue the romp—it was well within her power to do so—but they needed soulful rest as much as they did a night of passion.
She did take Peter’s phone and use his finger to unlock it. So far, he hadn’t complained about any of the uses she’d put his body to. Venus doubted he would care about this one either.
She found Felicia Hardy, the vigilante Black Cat she knew that Spider-Man associated with, in his contacts and dialed her. It was plain to see that the cat was crazy about the spider—Captain America might not make out with a paramour in public, but Spider-Man and Black Cat had been seen together often enough that it was obvious they were passionate about each other.
Now that Venus had introduced Peter and Mary Jane to the joys of polyamory, she didn’t intend to let later recriminations spoil their newfound source of happiness. It was time to get them into the habit.
“Spider?” Felicia greeted once the call went through.
“No, and you should be more careful what you call a man over the phone waves.”
She sensed Felicia was a kindred spirit. Not straight or a lesbian or any other category, but so sensual in nature that the pleasure mattered more than where it came from. So long as it came from someone as beautiful and as skilled as Peter. There was an elitist air to Felicia. She wasn’t a woman who settled for less than the best.
“Who is this?” Felicia demanded.
“Venus, goddess of love—more or less. I thought you’d like to know that Peter Parker just came inside me with his wife sitting on his face.”
The silence seemed to verge on becoming a dial tone, but Felicia didn’t hang up. “Not much for the humblebrag, I see,” she said at last. “You’re right, I would like to know that.”
“I’m not going to stick around and try to be his sidepiece, but I thought you’d like a chance to be the meat, now that the Parkers are making sandwiches.”
Venus could feel Felicia’s smile through the mouthpiece. “You know, I’d doubt anyone else who told me this, but with that sexy voice of yours… somehow I can buy it.”
“I know, they seem a little square, until you get them behind closed doors.” Venus put a lilt in her voice, hinting at all the debauchery Felicia could imagine them getting up to. “Now you, on the other hand… I think you could get off just from my ‘sexy voice’.”
Venus would once have thought that there was no fun to be had in simply talking about sex instead of having it, but this had become one of her favorite games. Getting someone aroused on the phone right up until she was in bed with them.
“I’m getting off already,” Felicia said. “I’m sitting on the sideboard talking to you on the phone, not wearing a stitch, and my pussy is so wet that crossing my legs feels like I’m keeping a dam from bursting.”
“And why are you keeping it from bursting?”
Felicia didn’t quite hear her, she’d become so turned on. “You make my cunt itch and burn and I can’t keep my fingers out of it!”
“Oh, are you multitasking? Playing with your pussy while you talk to me?” Venus purred.
Felicia gulped. “Yes,” she said in a husky voice. “Right now I’m pretending that it’s your fingers inside me. I’m trying to think how you’d touch me if you were here right now.”
Which made it Venus’s turn to squirm and squeeze her toned thighs together. “Why don’t you find out? You know where the Parkers live. Come over here.” She lowered her voice. “We’ll fuck each other while the lovebirds cuddle. And if they want in on it, they’ll have to ask us nicely.”
“Mmmm,” Felicia moaned orgasmically, clearly liking the sound of that.
“Cats don’t beg to get petted,” Venus teased her. “People beg to pet them. Get over here right now and feel how wet my cunt is.”
“Oh shit,” Felicia gasped, and hung up before she spent all night fucking herself to the sound of Venus’s voice.
Venus wondered if she’d put on her costume or if she’d just come over bare naked.
