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Through the haze of her own swirling emotions, Mary Jane saw Jen’s open mouth vigorously sucking at growing pillar of white flesh that Peter was sawing into her mouth. Her lips clung to it, hanging on as if with sheer enthusiasm for the taste it was carrying into her mouth.

Peter grunted lasciviously while he took full advantage of those willing lips—even letting out a chuckle that Mary Jane knew had to do with the sight of Jen’s lust-twisted face indulging in his throbbing manhood like a child would delight in a candy cane.

With both hands, Jen took hold of Peter’s muscular ass, one powerful glute in each hand, and she pulled him in forcefully, making sure she got the full effect of his potent arousal. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her billowing breasts.

Jen clearly reveled in all that Peter was doing to her—either she enjoyed his new taste for cruel humiliation or there was no amount of disparagement that could spoil her own delight in the sex. Mary Jane thought it might be both. Masochism clearly gleamed in Jen’s eyes, but she was also enjoying herself too much to refuse Peter anything.

MJ wondered if this was the wicked thrill that was coursing through her body, heatedly arousing her while she watched Jen succumb to what she was trying so hard to resist. Her own lips were circled, forming the shape of Peter’s girth even if not permitting him their use, and her hips had already begun lewdly circling, joining her masturbating hand in rebelling against all good sense, abandoning her to pure sensation.

To Mary Jane’s lust-glazed eyes, Peter’s manhood seemed to disappear completely into Jen except for a bulge down her elegant throat. His hollowing buttocks pistoned him forward irresistibly until the tip of Jen’s nose was shoved down into the coarse hair of his pubis; Mary Jane had been there enough times to remember the smell. It beckoned to her out of her memory.

She imagined joining Jen in kneeling before Peter, both of them worshipping him, as Felicia had offered last night. She was all too aware of how good sex with Peter was. How much better would it be with Jen joining in… and Felicia too… God, they were already a foursome, a harem waiting for Mary Jane to become its crown jewel. All the others watching, as she once had, while Mary Jane was coronated.

Peter’s sperm-thick balls slapped against Jen’s lifted chin with every pump he made to her gullet. Fuck, Mary Jane thought dazedly, he’s going to choke her to death. Or he’ll come in her mouth and it will strangle her. It’s too much for her. He’s not holding back like he did with me. It’s too much. It’s too much.

But she wasn’t really horrified. She was scared, but in a way she was too used to with Peter. Scared of how intense it was, how much she was feeling, the sense that it would all spill out of her with when her control finally slipped. She couldn’t conjure up fear for Jen, only try to dissipate her own feckless lust.

As she watched, caught between terror and the awareness of how close she was to orgasm, Peter drew his wildly twitching prick out of Jen’s sucking lips and held the enormously bloated head pointed at her face. With a pained groan, his cock spurted white-hot cum directly into Jen’s features, including her wide-open mouth.

Quick, furious ropes fired from him, filling Jen’s mouth to the brim, then covering her face as she swallowed. From how her throat bobbed, Mary Jane could tell she didn’t want to lose a single drop of his painstakingly earned seed. She-Hulk dropped her jaw, wanting to offer as much of her face as possible to Peter’s wild eruptions, and Mary Jane realized her own chin was down, as if she were making herself his canvas too.

Only Mary Jane’s eyes were wide open, able to appreciate the spectacle of this willing humiliation, with Peter even slapping his cock against Jen’s cheek to rid it of its last pumps. With a relieved exhale, Peter let go of his prick and it dropped down between his legs, still with a bridge of sticky white cum connecting his tip to Jen’s well-used lips. Almost panting, Jen collected the obscene string with an outstretched finger, then brought it down to paint her cleavage alongside the many droplets that had fallen from her messy face. From scalp to bust, Jen looked like a pint of milk had been poured out on her.

Mary Jane could only stare, unwilling to even blink, as Jen lay there, a repository for all Peter’s cum, the once-proud heroine now looking like nothing more than a porn star, and satisfied with being only that, with being used and looking used and feeling like what Peter had called her.  A cum dumpster, a useful hole Peter only respected as a sheath for his manhood. No shame. No sign at all that she was really a respected Avenger. Only this cock-slave with all the power in the world and no inclination to be anything but Peter’s bitch.

Suddenly Mary Jane’s heart leapt into her throat. She’d been so absorbed in the sight of Jen that she didn’t register Peter’s disappearance until he returned, opening up the door she’d been hiding behind, walking up to her until they were almost pressed together. She felt his swinging cock brush against her leg with a bloom of heat she knew to be cum—cum like the sticky white stains all over Jen’s exotic green skin.

“Oh, hey MJ, didn’t see you there.”

Mary Jane backed quickly away, wondering how long Peter had known she was there, if he’d known all along. He hadn’t forced her this time. She’d watched him because of her own lust, the lust still warm on her fingers and wet between her thighs. Marking her every bit as much as the cum that had been slapped onto her leg by his huge, unbound prick.

“You’ve got a little smidge there,” Peter said, as casual as he would tell her she had a bit of food stuck to the corner of her mouth. “Why don’t you come inside and let Jen help you out with that? She’s a real team player, that one. Wants nothing more than for everyone to feel good.”

She ran quickly away from him, dimly aware that he made no move to either follow after her or go back to Jen, but only stood there as if waiting for her to come back.

But Mary Jane only ran. Like by the time the thought of giving into him really hit her, she could be miles away.