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A Year Older But Not An Hour Richer 2
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 17:00:03 +0000 UTC
The wineglasses chimed pleasantly as they filled, drunk, refilled. Between the three of them, Peter, Felicia, and Mary Jane had seven glasses, which they sipped between long warm kisses, exploring all of the combinations that their new arrangement allowed.
But Felicia, and Peter couldn’t blame her for this, was too enthused by the possibilities to be content with kisses, even with Peter and Mary Jane. She took her latest glass of champagne and poured it over Mary Jane’s naked breasts, MJ cooing in surprise as the chilled wine hit her unprepared skin. Her nipples puckered, but they were already so stiff that it made little difference. And Felicia flashed a grin at Peter as the shimmering glaze of champagne dripping down Mary Jane’s chest somehow made her supple breasts even more appealing.
“Come on, Spider. Drinks are on her.”
Together, Peter and Felicia sucked at Mary Jane’s pert tits, which actually appeared modest next to Felicia’s enormous breasts, but were no less sweet when coupled with Mary Jane’s responsiveness. She was absolutely overwhelmed, feeling both their mouths on her sensitive nipples at once, barely able to process the difference in their technique as the pleasure of their combined assault simply floored her.
Felicia moaned in satisfaction as she gulped down every drop of wine her tongue could find, though the tenor of her voice made it clear she found the touch of Mary Jane’s pale skin far more appetizing than the fine wine. Meanwhile, Peter collected the wine, not swallowing, but filling his mouth with the single-minded intensity he seemed to bring to any important project.
Then, all of a sudden, his hand was in Felicia’s platinum hair, wrenching her head back. Before Mary Jane could truly realize why both their sucking mouths had quit pleasuring her nipples, Peter was spitting the wine in Felicia’s face.
Mary Jane was shocked at the disrespect of the gesture, even if it was mostly wine rather than saliva—surely that was too kinky, even for Felicia. But then Peter used his handhold on Felicia’s hair to jerk her face up to Mary Jane’s and she kissed her passionately. Mary Jane was even more shocked by how aroused Felicia was, judging by the kiss. It was as though the slight had actually turned Felicia on, whereas Mary Jane would’ve been apoplectic if Peter treated her that way.
What’s gotten into him? Mary Jane wondered. Or her?
But the questions she asked herself quickly fell on deaf ears. Felicia’s lips were too enticing, as were Peter’s as he chased the trickles of wine down her lean belly, his tongue tickling its way into the sweet dimple of her navel. Perhaps the gesture, as shocking as it was, had some hidden or fetishistic meaning between Peter and Felicia that she wasn’t privy to. And it did seem rather fitting. Mary Jane was Peter’s wife, entitled to respect and trust, while at least for tonight, Felicia was his mistress. Of course he would treat her like… like…
Mary Jane didn’t want to think of it in any sexist terms. A little dirty talk was fine—she’d definitely called Peter a bastard, a son of a bitch, a motherfucker in the heat of the moment, without meaning any of it, of course. But she wouldn’t want to really think of Felicia as a slut, even if she was a rival, especially in as intimate a moment as this. Far better to just give in to the kisses Felicia placed on her lips and that Peter left on her stomach, and leave recriminations alone with all the other hang-ups she had abandoned tonight.
Peter left the gentle depression of Mary Jane’s navel. As exciting as her taut belly was, the slender musculature cording and flexing with her pleasure, somehow the lower territory was even more exciting. He could smell her arousal, spicy sweet like cinnamon, and knew that Mary Jane must be painfully aroused. It would be interesting to see just how much she needed him—if it was more or less than Mary Jane—but that would require denying himself and this was hardly the day or the company for that.
As he nuzzled his face into Mary Jane’s thatch of crimson red hair, neatly shaven but still giving thrilling proof that she was every bit the redhead that she appeared to be, Peter looked up to watch Mary Jane and Felicia kiss. Their lips merged and melted together and were parted by the interspersing of one woman’s tongue or the other or both, circling each other like plants growing together.
MJ’s womanhood became damp with arousal. It called to him needfully, and while Peter would usually be quick to accommodate Mary Jane in any request he made, it was hard to back off from the dominance he’d expressed with Felicia.
With MJ he was her friend and lover, her husband, taking his greatest pleasure in fulfilling his wife’s desires. With Felicia he was something else, darker and more demanding, giving Felicia what she wanted by giving in to his own animalistic urges. With both of them, he had to reconcile the two kinds of lovemaking that they expected of him.
He decided he wouldn’t fuck Mary Jane, not with his cock. As much as he wanted to shove himself into her yearning sex, to give her his prick until she was forced to admit that she couldn’t take anymore no matter how much she wanted it… this time, he would take the full pleasure of both Mary Jane and Felicia. He’d devour MJ fully before starting in on Felicia.
Peter’s tongue wiggled its way through the sparse hair covering MJ’s mound before touching the fluttering edge of her labia. Mary Jane felt her pleasure surge with Peter’s tongue giving her lustful energy an outlet, all of her sensitivity being triggered at once.
She felt his warm lips move along her mons, sucking at them, devouring her juices just as he and Felicia had sucked the wine off her chest. Peter made an ecstatically slow trip from the bottom of her slit to the top, licking and sucking every facet of her labia, seeming to stimulate every nerve in her cunt until she simply could not get any wetter.
But instead of finding her throbbing clit, which his lips were so agonizingly close to, Peter thrust his tongue inside of her. Mary Jane climaxed, her sudden ecstasy racking her body, making her inner muscles grip Peter’s tongue like a vise. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a flood of her cream showered Peter’s face.
But Peter enjoyed the succulent taste too much to be contented with drowning in that sexual flood. He kept at it, his tongue provoking more from Mary Jane, forcing her toward another orgasm even as the salt-sweet taste of her pussy made his erection tremble like it would spurt at any moment. He controlled himself, continuing to pleasure her for all he was worth. He wanted to give Mary Jane the best cunnilingus she’d ever had, in front of Felicia too, satiating one woman and tempting the other beyond belief.
He succeeded.
“Oh God, tiger! More! Mooore!” Mary Jane gasped, her panting breath defying Felicia’s attempts to keep kissing her, until the cat burglar grabbed her by the throat and mouthed her lolling tongue like any feline would descend on her prey.
Peter didn’t answer. One word would cost him some of the delicious river flowing from Mary Jane’s cunt and he wasn’t willing to miss a single drop. His tongue plunged relentlessly inside of his wife, stroking the velvet walls of her sex. They endlessly fascinated him with how they rippled and pulsed with need. Peter was even able to feel the powerful convulsions that went through Mary Jane’s pussy when she came.
As uncertain as Peter might’ve been about a threesome, the intense multiple orgasms Mary Jane was clearly enjoying proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wasn’t the only one aroused by Felicia’s inclusion. Just his tongue was getting Mary Jane off like she hadn’t climaxed since their first time together, when MJ had been overwhelmingly surprised by how big his cock was and how long it could last even in her snug cunt.
Peter wondered how hard she would come if he used that steely member now and not just his tongue.
Meanwhile, Felicia was taking a perverse enjoyment in not only kissing Mary Jane on her marriage bed, but doing it while Peter was eating her out. She had been rivals with both sides of the couple and now she was lovers with both of them as well. Instead of tangling things up beyond repair into something infinitely messy, that made everything simple. Just bodies and touching and need.
She moved away from Mary Jane’s mouth, finally letting the redhead mewl as much as she wanted, and instead sucked MJ’s left nipple into her mouth, biting down on its firmly puckered stiffness. Mary Jane panted so much she might’ve been hyperventilating, locking Peter’s face to her groin with her toned thighs and arching her chest up to give it utterly to Felicia’s greedy mouth.
Peter’s eager tongue traced the edges of Mary Jane’s sex, saliva mixing with the far tastier juices her cunt had to offer. The bristly hairs of her snatch tickled his tongue, but the tang of her cream that he licked from the wet fur kept him coming back for more.
With Felicia mouthing her tits and Peter eating her out, there was no way Mary Jane’s clitoris couldn’t come out of hiding. Peter accepted it like the gift it was, his mouth covering the meek little button. This was Mary Jane’s most vulnerable, most intimate spot, the center of all her sexual joy. He wouldn’t let it go unclaimed.
His tongue moved to caress Mary Jane’s tiny pearl, looping and spiraling around its delicacy. Held in Felicia’s caressing hands as she was, Mary Jane’s body tossed and twisted, wracked by the uncontrollable passion that Peter was reaping from the lust of having two lovers.
Whenever Peter’s tongue touched her clit, Mary Jane felt lightning, heard thunder. She was so wet she felt like she was turning liquid. With Felicia there—such a slutty, uninhibited lover—Mary Jane felt weak, able to do nothing but lie there and absorb her pleasure, her only participation to open her legs to Peter’s delving tongue.
Peter certainly didn’t intend to let her clit go. He was determined to lavish it with as much attention as the turgid little bud could take, his efforts rewarded with a flood of Mary Jane’s delicious nectar. When his playful licking became lips closed around the nubbin, his mouth sucking at it, Mary Jane couldn’t help herself—she came all over again.
Felicia enjoyed seeing Mary Jane’s svelte body rocking and bucking and bunching all over the bed, but it was only a minor distraction for Peter. He was too engrossed in savoring her taste—not to mention driving MJ wild with pleasure—to be diverted from his task for even a second.
With Mary Jane winding down from her climax, unable to believe her clit was capable of another orgasm, Peter bit down on the sweet little pearl. Every time his teeth dug into the tender flesh, however lightly, Mary Jane twitched, her whole body roiling, her hips trying to jump up and be fucked. Her body wanted to get closer to Peter, to get even more of the rapture he offered. She wanted to fuck Peter like he was fucking her. She was starved to make him feel anything like what he was doing to her.
But Peter wasn’t yet ready to let Mary Jane join in the games. His cock was urging him on, painfully stiff, hungry to feel the familiar tightness of Mary Jane’s cunt, but Peter was enjoying the taste of it too much to taint it with his cum. Besides, given what he knew of Felicia’s appetites, she would gorge herself on MJ’s sex once he had come inside it. Even if Peter did want to taste himself there, the Black Cat would not be willing to share.
Currently, though, Felicia was happy to let Peter have his toy, since she was playing with her own. She pulled at Mary Jane’s engorged nipples with her thief’s fingers, plucking at them, making Mary Jane’s full breasts jiggle, her nipples stand proud and firm. Only when Mary Jane seemed particularly absorbed in the feelings Peter was giving her did Felicia come down to actually kiss the stiff nipples, robbing Peter’s efforts of Mary Jane’s attention so violently that she could almost hear MJ’s mind break—ripped between two competing ecstasies.
Ironically enough, Peter was licking Mary Jane’s sex like a cat lapping up milk, his tongue going from Mary Jane’s stiffly beating clit to her engorged and creamy labia, down all the way to almost her asshole. Mary Jane couldn’t even think of denying him when she felt the tip of his tongue on her perineum. She gaped and shot her hips up into her air, letting Peter have her ass. The only way she could’ve been more obvious was to roll onto her belly and spread her buttocks for him, but that would deprive her of how Felicia was sucking on her nipples, and even as strong-willed a woman as Mary Jane was couldn’t manage that.
Peter pushed his face between Mary Jane’s quivering buttocks and ran his tongue over her tight little anus, caressing it until it was drenched with saliva. Mary Jane couldn’t help but babble as she felt him snaking his way into her ass itself. “God, Peter… not there… you’re fucking my ass, fucking my ass with your tongue! I can’t take it, Peter! I’m going to fucking squirt!”
Peter smiled as best he could while still plying his way into Mary Jane’s asshole; he suspected that was more than MJ meant to say in front of company. But he had no intention of stopping. Mary Jane begged for mercy as much as she begged for more—if she was going to safe-word, she would’ve safe-worded. And as juicy and delicious as her pussy was, her ass was even more fun.
If MJ hadn’t wanted him to make her come all over herself in front of Felicia, she shouldn’t have invited her.
Felicia, however, wasn’t so smug about seeing her rival turned into a quivering puddle of fuck-drunk sex before her. She gently stroked the knuckles of two fingers from Mary Jane’s stellar cheekbone to the bottom of her chin. Their eyes met and Mary Jane’s cunt seemed to turn liquid, melting down her corded thighs, her legs throbbing and soon all of her flesh joining in.
“Show me how hard you come for him,” Felicia whispered. “Then I’ll show you what he does to me. Maybe we won’t be so jealous of each other once we admit we’re both a pair of cock-drunk bitches in the end.”
Mary Jane flushed at how dirty Felicia’s words were—how truthful—or maybe it was that Peter finally managed to get his tongue past her tensed sphincter. It surged into her rectum and slowly fucked back and forth, not going very far into Mary Jane’s ass, but giving all three of them great excitement in the attempt.
“My ass belongs to him,” Mary Jane moaned plaintively, trying to explain to Felicia how it felt when Peter’s tongue was wiping out all of her vocabulary, clearing her mind entirely of anything but joy. “It’s his—and he makes me feel—with his tongue—I don’t deserve to feel this good!”
“Sure you do,” Felicia grinned. “That’s how all his sluts get to feel. Us dirty girls who can actually take that fat cock… get him to come inside us… don’t you love imagining that he’s bred you?”
“Oh shit,” Mary Jane breathed—how could she not think that Peter had impregnated her when he came so much, so hard? She had to take birth control because his cum could burst right through any condom on the market.
Peter reached out and took hold of both Mary Jane’s buttocks. He loved the way the supple flesh dimpled under his grip. Her pliant body rippled, but with firmness, showing off the firm muscle that underlay her creamy skin. Peter pulled hard to separate her asscheeks, allowing him to force his tongue even further into Mary Jane’s rectum. He wiggled it there, provoking Mary Jane to an embarrassing degree of lust. Her body betrayed her under Felicia’s sterling grin. She came entirely from being sodomized.
“God! Peter! Fuuuck!”
Peter kept his tongue writhing inside her, pulling it out only to stroke it up and down the valley between Mary Jane’s pert buttocks. His fingers grew damp, holding apart Mary Jane’s ass while sweat coursed over her body. Finally, his hands slipped and Peter found his tongue trapped between her sweetly rounded asscheeks, which refused to be splayed. He slid his tongue around, trying to find her anus again, but Mary Jane was still quivering from her last orgasm. He couldn’t get to it.
Deciding that perhaps that signaled enough oral sex, Peter pulled away from Mary Jane’s loins. He was shocked to see the frazzled look on her face, sweaty and disheveled, and for a panicked moment, he worried that he’d ignored some horrible ailment striking Mary Jane in his obsession with pleasuring her.
Mary Jane’s halting speech reassured him. “Jesus, tiger, that was incredible! I guess that’s just how you handle us when you have two girls to take care of, huh? I can’t keep up with you anymore. Give Felicia a turn. Show her you’re as good with your cock as you are with that tongue.”
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