#ex-fucking-scuse me. I was here first. Get your own lesbian

[notmanagingmymischief]

i'm suddenly so unreasonably excited for June

yknow why?

not only to I get to flaunt my gayness even more than normal

but also, apparently, Loki comes out in June

and I've never been a fan of the MCU but....yknow....I can make one more exception, besides WandaVision.

#this one's mine. #okay but #should i watch thor bc isn't he in it????? #idk i'm suddenly on a loki hyper focus #miss p is still there tho and she's just staring at the new corner of my brain that has just firmed this momentary loki fixation #like #ex-fucking-scuse me. I was here first. Get your own lesbian #LMAO #personal #Loki

[goodnightallwhites]

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies By BlackingPacking

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies 

By BlackingPacking 

Submitted: July 10, 2020 Updated: July 10, 2020 

Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy want to buy some weed for the first time. They end up joining the ever-growing ranks of thotty teen snowbunny party freaks. A bit of subversion of expectations 

Provided by Hentai Foundry. 

Chapter 1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 2 

1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 

Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson were, among other things, very different types of rebellious. 

Gwen was edgier, tomboyish, borderline violent with how her sense of humor was. The tomboy aspect was helped by her disappointingly small bust. She couldn’t even reach a C cup. 

Mary Jane, on the other hand, was quirkier, more nerdy, would more likely win an argument with a teacher than just annoy one. And her bust was a spot she excelled at. Or two spots. 

Both, though, did plenty of similar things, even together. Sex was one of their favorites, with plenty of steamy lesbian moments, with sloppy wet kissing, pussy licking, and ass eating shared between the two of them. Not to mention complaining about Peter Parker’s tiny little peter. One of their favorite memories was when MJ was on her last break with Peter when they both went to a party in the sluttiest clothes they wore. MJ knew Peter would be there, and wore a leather corset and dyed her hair black just to freak him out. She and Gwen had some damn good phone sex after that. They spent hours on the phone almost every night, without either’s family knowing, having the kinkiest phone sex their FBI agents could imagine. This being before they’d graduated to full on hot lesbian fucking. 

Something they’ve only done once, however, was smoke a joint. Gwen got it from a party, hid it from her father, and let Mary Jane share in enjoying the small amount of actual mary jane. They’d enjoyed it, but that was weeks ago. They wanted more. 

And what better way, thought MJ, than getting it herself? That’d show Gwen for always saying she was the cooler one. 

She wouldn’t even go to the school’s dealer, Hobie Brown. They needed a guy who could get them whatever they wanted- weed, high nick vapes, fake IDs, whatever. She’d get the good stuff from the guy who every kid in midtown was told to stay away from on their walk home, the guy Hobie wanted to be. 

Aaron Davis, garbed in a purple t-shirt under his leather jacket, smoked a vape in an alleyway. Nothing illegal, and he never got high on his own supply. He never even kept his product in the same place day to day. It was how he made himself the biggest dealer left in Midtown. He was smart, far smarter than most. And he wasn’t even 25 yet. The guy was going places. 

As for Mary Jane, she liked his confidence already. He stood there with swagger, looking more impressive than 90% of the students at Midtown, easily. He was a few inches taller than her, and almost half a foot taller than Gwen, but carried himself like he was far, far above them. They liked that. 

Best of all, they’d heard rumors that Aaron accepted sex as a payment. And sex was Gwen and MJ’s favorite thing. 

It certainly helped that he was black. Everyone knew what that meant, of course, and it’d be a welcome 

change after only having sex with all 3 inches of Peter Parker. 

MJ had a whole pervy little plan concocted. She had managed to arrange a meeting with Aaron through Hobie, set at 2:55, right after school let out. Gwen was told, though, that she should meet behind the apartment flats the students were all told to stay away from at 3:30. MJ had her stuff ready during last period, and nobody cared that she brought her backpack to class. 

Nobody but Peter, of course. 

“Hey, MJ,” he asked after the 2:50 bell rung. 

“What is it, Peter?” she asked, annoyed after spending a full 45 minutes horny beyond belief. It was a struggle for the redhead not to finger her pussy through her jeans. 

“Ah, nothing MJ. You just looked uncomfortable all class- plus you had your backpack today. In a hurry for something?” He acted so fucking cocky. As much as MJ told herself that she was a size queen who only deserved the biggest, hottest cocks, she had to admit that Peter was cute. He had that whole ‘hot nerd’ thing he was growing into since he lost the glasses, got a whole lot fitter, and had a confidence boost. She actually got wetter. She hoped the over-observant bastard didn’t notice how the wet spot in her panties felt like it was soaking into her jeans. 

“Yeah- I’m, uh, not feeling great now Peter. I’ll talk later if I can though!” She walked faster. 

“Oh. Alright. I’ll, uh, call you?” He called, stopping as she sped off. 

“Don’t bother!” she yelled. 

By 2:55, she was at the location. Her tight maroon and white t-shirt showed off her round tits perfectly, and her jeans showed off her ass like nothing else she owned. They were bell-bottoms, something that hadn’t been in style for 40 years, but she knew the curviness made her butt pop just that much more. 

And then, there he was. The purple garbed tall black man, standing behind the old apartments across the street. They were home to single mothers and school kids, none of whom would be home now. MJ wondered how many he had fucked. 

She knew the stereotypes of course. White man, small dick, but black man? Big dick. She new her mom had joked to May Parker about how MJ’s abusive asshole of a dad was just insecure about his ugly little pecker. She’d even heard him say the N word a few times. How the hell a beauty queen like MJ came from a guy who, from what she heard, had hairy little marbles for balls was a mystery to her. 

But Aaron Davis? Not only would he not have to be too impressive to dwarf Peter and Mr. Watson, but he still looked like he’d be impressive against anyone. He looked good without trying too hard, he could model if he didn’t have such rough features, especially under that tight t-shirt. 

The definition of big dick energy. And that didn’t even count the bulge in his jeans. 

“Hey there,” MJ breathed, looking around the corner to see no one followed her. Her heart felt like it 

was in her throat. She was gonna fuck thi 20-something year old dude. She didn’t know how or where or in which of her eager teen holes, but she know she would.” 

“Yo- MJ, right?” 

She nodded, “do you- have the stuff?” 

“The stuff?” He cracked up, “yeah kid, I do. But how do you know you’re not a cop?” 

MJ stopped. “A-a cop?” 

“Yeah. Ya gotta admit it’s fishy. High school bitch, askin for weed when she coulda just gone to my boy Hobie? What are you, little girl, freshman, sophomore? 14 or 15? I’m down to get some head, but not to do anything illegal. Well, that kinda illegal.” He chuckled. 

“I’m a senior, thank you! A-and look, here’s me student ID,” she flashes her wallet, showing the card and her under-21 drivers liscense. “That's enough?” 

He chuckled again. “Yeah bitch, it’s good. But, I saw you got some good money in that wallet. You ain’t just gonna by my shit like a normal thottie?” 

“I’m,” she walked up to him. Shakily she laid her fingers on his chest, “thottier than most, you might say.” 

“Oh? You’re lookin nervous babe. Ever done this?” He lifted his fat bulge. 

“I-I-I’m not a virgin! I know what to do.” 

“But you’ve never sucked off a nigga in an back alley, have ya?” 

A back alley? He wanted it here?! 

The dirtiest she’d ever done was blow Flash Thompson in his bathroom while his girlfriend was outside. And even then, Flash Thompson, while better than most at 6 or 7 inches, definitely did not compare to the thing that stretched Aaron’s pants. “N-no...” she admitted. 

“It’s ok girl,” he hummed. She looked up at him. Those tight round tits of hers nearly brushed against his chest, “I’ll show you the ropes.” 

Suddenly, with a thud, she felt a large object slap against her stomach. She looked down and saw it- a long, fat cock. 

“You can squat down right? Show me how low you can go.” 

She obeyed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. With her ass out lots more than it needed to be, she squatted down to take his cock in her mouth. It was bigger than her face, with a thick width and thick foreskin and a nice, fat head. It’d be hard to take down. 

“Eat my ass, Peter,” she whispered as she held this big beautiful dick. 

“‘Scuse me?” He asked. 

“Oh,” MJ looked up. She was drooling. “Peters my, well, Gwen, the girl who’s coming later, Uh, our ex. He’s about this big.” She pinches her fingers together. 

Aaron just burst out laughing, “Ah, don’t make me laugh!” Despite the obvious. 

“It’s true!” she laughed too though. This big cock stared her right in the face. A real man’s cock. What the fuck was Peter gonna do about it, huh? Mary Jane had some reservations before, but as she opened her mouth all wide and breathy and nasty, she realized just how right it felt to suck on a cock this big. That’s what was really important. That a guy’s cock was big. It was a size game, and only the biggest, fattest, pants-tearingest cocks deserved to win. If Aaron took this cock away, MJ would probably curl up on the ground and cry. 

Aaron rolled his eyes, “Whatever, bitch. Just keep goin with that jb-bj.” 

“JB?” asked MJ as she popped her jaw each way to get ready to suck off that dick. 

“Jailbait.” he whispered as she slid her tonguey mouth right down his veiny cock, “And whoo damn is it worth it” 

“Mmmmgh!” said MJ happily as he started fucking his throat. Of course she was worth it- she was this close to a modelling contract, after all. She never wanted to be an airhead or some haughty bitch, but goddamn if that didn’t seem fun. Maybe if she’d joined the cheerleading squad she’d get black dick like this more often. Sally Avril probably got her ass raw dogged to nirvana. Cummed in too. 

With Peter, MJ had been used to counting the seconds until he came. With Aaron, it was minutes. But just minutes. He wasn’t going at it subtly, roughly fucking the back of her throat so she drooled and spat over his hairy crotch and thick, muscled legs. He didn’t care about her pleasure, but not because he didn’t know how. Just because he didn’t want to. She was, along with being a customer who was probably being way overcharged, a cumdump to him. But little else. And he made it work, dammit. 

He shot thick cum into her stomach. She’d heard it called ‘baby batter’ before, but now she understood this. As his balls tightened up and his truly manly cock got even veinier, she could feel how much batter-like man milk he was dumping in her. She could barely close her mouth with it all in, after he stopped. 

Baby batter. In the back of her mind, she was thankful he didn’t just shoot that up her pussy or she’d have some serious explaining to do. 

On the other hand, she really wanted to get fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked right in the pussy by this cocky, misogynistic, drug dealing black thug. With his big fucking cock. Because fuck what she needed, she’d be getting what she wanted. 

“Mmm-mmmmm!” she said, biting her lip as she sat down on the filthy alley ground, legs spread, and started shaking. She kept moaning like that until her jeans were totally soaked. She’d cum from barely even touching him. Barely even being touched. 

“You bitches are weird, you know that?” 

“I- I’m sorry, but I don’t care,” MJ stood up and began stripping, “Wanna fuck?” 

“Ah shit, girl- right here?” 

“M-hmm. C’mon, I’m so fucking horny,” she just threw her underwear down with her clothes. 

“Didn’t you just cum?” 

“Yeah- and I said I was fucking horny!” MJ’s mind told her to stop, that rawdogging this dude in this alley was a horrible choice, no matter how big he was or how wet she had gotten, but those voices quieted as she orgasmed. They’d probably go away with the next. “So, how do you want it? Face to face, or me bent over?” 

“Shit, you white bitches are all the same,” he said as he licked his lips. Aaron surely had no second thoughts. 

But it seemed not all those voices came from inside her head. 

No, one came from a thotty blonde genius who liked knives a little too much, who was walking right up to them. 

“MJ- what the fuck?” 

Oh shit- Gwen! 

#bbc #story #interracial