“Is that good for you, honey?” Peter leered. “Is married life treating you right?”
“It’s the best, Petey!” MJ keened. “OHHH YESS! What about you, Mary Jane? Am I putting on a good show? Are you seeing what a whore you’re gonna be when this big dick is in you?”
Mary Jane could only nod. She watched with heated excitement as the two fought: Peter trying to give her all of his hugely stiffened rod and MJ trying just as hard to get it all. It was like they were a perfect sexual match. Both just as aggressive, both equally carried away with passion. MJ’s whole body flushed with desire and her eyes rolled madly. Her breasts bounced and jiggled, stiff red nipples darting through the air like fireflies.
That’s how I’ll look when he’s in me, Mary Jane thought. Like one half of the perfect match. Only we’re too perfect for there to be just two of us. Three is much more… us.
“This beats the shit out of a sex tape,” she said aloud.
It all turned Mary Jane on crazily. She couldn't just keep watching. She crawled behind MJ to really see what she was getting. She saw Peter's huge cock ramming into MJ, all of her wet cunt splayed around it. Mary Jane sucked in breath, went red with lust, and pushed her face up to them like she could fuck MJ too.
Her tongue found as much to feast on as her eyes had. She ran it over MJ’s satin smooth thighs, happy to add to the pleasure her sister was feeling. MJ responded with a passionate shudder at the teasing touch and wiggled her ass for more. Mary Jane gave her a last, provocative lick before brushing her lips the other way, down to Peter's bloated balls. She lashed them wetly with her tongue and Peter groaned while his satisfaction mounted like MJ’s had.
Having two of the women he loved was even better than one: he could've expected that, but not just how good it was.
“Yes. Mary Jane, yes! Lick my balls!”
“Are you sure?” MJ giggled. “I think I'm doing pretty good right here.”
It was all wild… a wildness only possible with how daring the two Mary Janes could be. Even as MJ moaned at Peter's lunging prick, she forced her eyes open to look at his face and see the delight Mary Jane added to their coupling. She knew how her own wicked tongue would trace the wrinkles of Peter's heavy scrotum; could almost taste those cum filled balls on top of the pleasure of Peter kissing her. Her eyes rolled and her teeth flashed in a rush of delight… at the thought of how much Peter was enjoying himself.
“Jesus, Mary Jane, you're incredible!” Peter grunted. “Just one of you is incredible, but two of you are insane! I can't take much more of this!”
“Go on and come, tiger! The sooner I'm done, the sooner it's Mary Jane’s turn—and I want to see her take your cock almost as much as I want it myself!”
“You want to kiss his balls, you greedy bitch?” MJ grinned. “I can't believe this: you're taking his cock and you still want more of him!”
“All I can get, babe! I want everything you're getting and I want you to have everything I've got.”
“Let's run our boy ragged, girl!”
Peter smiled, liking the sound of that, and pounded his throbbing member into MJ like he was fucking both women at once. Behind them, Mary Jane burned to see the way Peter fucked her, the sight that went with the feeling she loved so much. She held his thickly haired balls in her hand, kissing their jostling heft while watching Peter's shaft filling MJ’s labia until it could've been a perfect circle.
Mary Jane loved the feel of his balls, roiling on the inside with all the cum he meant to pump into her, and she loved seeing how her own mons bulged with having her man inside her. But what she really loved, surprisingly enough, was the sight of her richly red sex all on its own. Through the wonderful accent coloring of her auburn thatch there was swollen, glossy flesh, pregnant with lust and pleasure, and soaking with pearly juice like a ripe fruit bursting with flavor. She found herself wanting that wet flower just like Peter did, to the point where she didn't know what she looked forward to more… getting a turn with Peter or a turn with the woman Peter was with.
He can't take much more of this? That's okay. I'll take however much more he has and then it will be my turn. Mine and MJ’s.
“Fuck, fuck!” Peter groaned. “Here it comes!”
“Give it, tiger! Show me how much you've got for me!”
“Uuunngghh! Here it is! Here's what you get! Aaawwww!”
MJ sobbed, feeling the scalding arrival of his cum inside her, flooding her, bursting forth from her to gush past Peter's cock and paint her thighs white. And Mary Jane’s ravenous tongue was right there to enjoy as much delicious cum as she could. She trawled it all over MJ’s creamy thighs like she was getting high on the salty taste that greeted her. Peter grunted and jerked until he'd deposited every last sperm he had into MJ’s sucking pussy.
“Motherfucker!” He gasped. “And I used to think one of you would kill me.”
MJ crawled away from him. “One of us still might, if you don't fuck her just as hard as the other.”
Mary Jane patted Peter's chest. “Catch your breath, Pete. It'll be one of those long nights you're used to.”
“But unlike the people that usually give you a rough night, we'll let you pace yourself.”
“And provide bottle service. You've had two Redheaded Sluts; why not three?”
Peter quirked a grin at having Mary Jane’s anything-goes sense of humor twice over. “I could drink molten lead right now and it would only cool me down.”
He was still red-faced with strain and the twins shared a look of enjoyment at how they'd worn him out.
He didn't move until he rolled onto his side to sip the cocktail MJ brought him, wondering how they'd get along now that their lusts were purged. Would MJ take waiting through his refractory period, only for Mary Jane to take over? And would Mary Jane be satisfied with the same treatment MJ had gotten or would she want something of her own, something better?
He was pleasantly surprised to find MJ in the bed next to him, barely able to get comfortable before Mary Jane got on top of her and gave her the kind of kiss that always took his breath away. He couldn't imagine what it was like to be getting kissed like that while kissing back so… redheadedly.
Mary Jane eagerly tested how sleek MJ’s body was, how warm. “No need to ask what you want, eh Red?”
“No. It's what I want too,” MJ leered. “Let me get that pussy ready for what's going inside it.”
“And let me taste what he put there…”
Mary Jane reversed herself over MJ, straddling her face before lowering her own to MJ’s wet pussy. MJ spread her legs, exposing the burning swamp that Peter's eruption had made of her cunt. Mary Jane purred and dove in, kissing to whet her appetite and then lancing her tongue out to satisfy it. She felt MJ’s hot breath starting to return the favor.
“Oooooo, yeah, baby… finally I get to be as lucky as Petey is!”
Mary Jane buried herself in MJ’s well-used pussy, sending her tongue deeper and deeper in search of Peter's musky taste. MJ shrieked with delight at having such a nasty little tongue inside her, wild to taste everything, whether it was her own naughty taste or Peter's seed, the earthy flavor of life itself.
“Ohh, that's beautiful, beautiful!” MJ wailed. “Oh God, yes! I don't know what's better! Uh! Tasting me full of cum or tasting you and there's so much you!”
Mary Jane didn't know either. All she knew was she couldn't imagine wanting anything other than this luscious snatch. It was everything to her: the pink flesh rushing with pleasured blood, the delicate ruby curls… so many places for her tongue to go! She kissed her twitchy clit, traced the pulsing edges of her slot, and tickled the tiny opening of her anus. The two redheads all but forgot Peter was there as they masturbated in a way never available to her before.
There was no forgetting they were there for Peter. What he'd forgotten was his cocktail. Its ice cubes slowly melted while he held it unattended in his hand. He was too violently excited by their sixty nining to care about anything else: shining tongues striving ineffectually to clean each other of their endlessly wet arousal. They sucked one another's clits and kissed each other's cunts with so much slurping and moaning that it seemed to overflow the room.
Peter felt a deep pang from his groin, one that seemed to go all the way through him. He was stiff again, his balls full, even painfully full. There was no way he couldn't use such a pounding hard-on. He took one more moment to enjoy the spectacle of Mary Jane’s lust for herself, then he moved in to show them his own lust. He sprawled next to them on his back, his reawakened prick stretching for the roof.
“Room for one more?”
“I think I can fit you in,” they said as one.
Mary Jane came off of MJ and mounted Peter, bringing herself down on his cock until she'd swallowed it all up, down to his freshly filled balls, the huge cockhead reaching for her cervix. Peter groaned: her tightness felt so new, not at all the looseness he'd just fucked MJ to. He bucked his hips, giving Mary Jane something to ride. She screamed with each bounce up and down on him.
“Yes, yes, fuck me into next week!”
MJ was too horny to just watch. She was even more aroused seeing Mary Jane fucking herself on Peter. She covered Peter's face with her body, sitting towards Mary Jane, trilling with delight at his tongue going into her, hot and thick, making her realize how wet she was as he swallowed down her juices with endless enthusiasm for the taste. While he pumped Mary Janes hungry cunt over his prick, his tongue lapped more and more nectar from MJ. They both wailed like there was no containing how he made them feel.
“Hnnnn. Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”
“Just keep going, baby, keep giving it to me! Give me more and more!”
They looked at each other with burning eyes while Peter worked at them, filling their bodies with too much passion to just enjoy how they were being fucked. They slid together and kissed with all the feeling they'd just been screaming out. They were still kissing as they came, losing everything but the press of each other's lips in the rush of ecstasy.
Mary Jane awoke first the following morning and she was as glad to feel MJ in her arms as she was to have Peter spooning her. They'd found one hell of a way to resolve their situation, but it didn't feel like anything was over. It felt like it was just beginning. And the endless possibilities of a life with Peter had somehow become more endless.
Somehow she would have to find time to think about MJ’s svelte little body as much as she did Peter and his gorgeous cock.