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🕑 Added 2016-10-31 11:28:34 +0000 UTC Peter, Mary Jane, and Felicia finally fell asleep on top of each other. Mary Jane had not gone to work. She was having far too good a time to leave the party.She lost consciousness with her hands on Peter’s cock and balls, milking another ejaculation out as the rest of her couldn’t move, and Felicia rested her head on his chest to watch. She fell asleep there. Peter had come five times in that one night, and it was close to three in the morning before the wild orgy was done.
Mary Jane woke up in the middle of the night from a dream of the bad old days, scrounging for work, hustling for a place to stay. An immediate peace set in when she was awake. She felt that perhaps life had more to offer than a job and a place to live. She had developed something very special with Peter and Felicia, and it had become even more all-important to her in the course of the night.
Next to her, she realized Peter and Felicia had woken up even earlier than her. Peter was on top, rutting into Felicia gently enough that the force was contained to her body, not penetrating the mattress and stirring Mary Jane. Still, it sent her full breasts bounding atop her chest, worked Felicia’s lips into endless convolutions as she tried to hold in her moans. Peter’s hand was over her mouth, but her head kept twisting as he lunged into her, making her pleasure grow and grow.
“Shhh, shhh,” Peter insisted, haplessly amused by how hopeless Felicia was at containing herself. “You’ll wake MJ.”
“I’m awake,” Mary Jane said drowsily, rearranging herself on her side to watch them. “Bad dream.”
Felicia pushed away Peter’s hand, and with Mary Jane awake, he let her. “Someone fucking your husband?” she teased.
“Actually, that someone wasn’t. Not even me.”
Felicia wasn’t paying attention anymore. Mary Jane didn’t blame her. She had an awful lot on her… mind.
“Goddamn, your dick feels good!” Felicia gasped up to Peter, wrapping her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. “When it rams into me, it even makes my asshole clench! Ohh! And my nipples are tingling like crazy!”
Smiling to herself, and to them, MJ went back to sleep.
***
In Felicia’s dream, she pulled Spider-Man’s mask off and it was Peter. Then she took her own mask off and found a flattened nose, feline eyes, whiskers.
She grasped the metaphor a bit angrily. It wasn’t even a little obtuse. Once, she’d thought of Peter as some disappointment after the daring and adventure of Spider-Man. But really, she’d been projecting her own worry over who she was behind the mask. If there was anyone there or if it was all thief.
To think, now she was a wife, a mother.
She woke up and see Mary Jane riding Peter. With her hips gyrating and her belly undulating at a hard-set pace atop his cock, Mary Jane strained with every muscle in her sleek body. Wiggling frantically, she gasped and sobbed with the delicious pleasure searing up into her, her pussy so aroused its juices brimmed over with every bucking thrust of Peter’s thick cock.
“Fuck me harder!” she keened, trying to keep her voice down. “Faster, faster! Keep filling my cunt up! Fill it all the way up! Uhhhh!”
Felicia thought of mounting Peter’s face, riding that like the side-car of Mary Jane’s motorcycle, but she was far too comfortable to move.
***
Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Mary Jane’s abdomen as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thoughts suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped as the warmth departed. As soon as she held still, it came back.
She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her sleep-drugged brain functioned slowly in its effort to restore normalcy. “Peter…?”
Further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Mary Jane raised her hands to her throat in instinctive arousal, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what had awakened her. Then, in a flash of acclimating nightvision, she saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart... and... and Felicia was between her thighs, tongue laxly out and his silver hair lowered just above her naked sex.
Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of Felicia’s tongue spread her open and laved her sensitive inner flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her.
“Let Peter sleep,” Felicia whispered.
The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening, combined with the realization that Felicia was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, almost brought Mary Jane to orgasm. She gaped at her lover through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw Felicia’s burning eyes staring hotly at her nakedness as she continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her cunt. A tremor of incredulous sensations caused Mary Jane to convulse and she found her hips rising of their own accord.
“That’s the way,” Felicia whispered into her cunt like sweet nothings. “Let me have that sweet… sweet cunt. Show me how you’re gonna grind that pussy on mine once I’ve made you come in my face. I thought you were frigid, all uptight, but I was so wrong. You’re a hot fuck. A really… hot… fuck.”
Mary Jane pulled her pillow over her face. She’d do her screaming there.
Peter needed his rest.
