Felicia's sex was slathered with her own wetness and some of the cum Peter had shot onto her bare midsection. It had trickled down like melting candle wax to frost her labia—foamy and frothy and delicious. Mary Jane's green eyes sparkled; her tongue glided between her lips.
She held off for a few moments, teasing Felicia with the idea that she might abandon her to go play with Peter instead, but mostly enjoying the pleasure of the anticipation. Whetting her appetite with the view and allowing sexual hunger pangs to quiver inside her.
Then she knelt down to tongue Felicia's pussy with long, sucking licks. Felicia's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened as she absorbed the sudden shock of pleasure from her long-time rival now mouthing her pussy. Mary Jane licked away at Peter's cum, relishing the taste as much as ever. Then, as the flavor dwindled and there was only Felicia to lap at, she savored that too. All the sweet wetness on Felicia's sex and lap and inside her, when she fucked her tongue into Felicia's opening and tasted Peter once more. She pushed her tongue all the way inside of Felicia and lingered there a moment, feeling the roiling tightness of Felicia's depths around her tongue—she wondered if the tension there was anything like Peter felt inside her.
All of her husband's seed had been licked away, but Felicia was filling her pussy with a flood of aroused juices. Mary Jane glued her lips to Felicia's slot and sucked. The cat burglar gurgled with joy, eyes crossing, then looking down in disbelief to confirm that it was Mary Jane between her legs, tonguing her with the relish of a born lesbian.
"I didn't know—you had it in you—" she wailed, her whole body quivering, only held in place by the webbing she still hung from.
"I'd eat Peter's cum out of my own ass if I could. But since I'm not quite
that
flexible—" and her talented tongue switched Felicia again, Felicia's lips gaping open as she decided to ask no more questions—not when it would distract Mary Jane from keeping that tongue in blissful motion.
Mary Jane went further, using her fingers to part Felicia's sex and running the flat of her tongue over its spread. Her lips brushed across Felicia's throbbing clit, then pulled at it. Felicia's body undulated, rolling and flexing, working her snatch into Mary Jane's face. Mary Jane was truly enjoying herself now, her lips drawing on whatever section of Felicia's labia she'd decided to stuff with pleasure, her fingers stabbing into Felicia's hole and running in and out while she mouthed her.
Felicia couldn't take it for long. "I'm gonna come!" she keened.
"
Mmmm
yeah, baby. Cream for me," Mary Jane cooed, sending her words into Felicia's open pussy like she wanted to hear them echo. "Let me drink your orgasm."
Mary Jane's fingers slid in and out at the bottom of Felicia's slit while her lips opened wide, held to the rest of Felicia's gaping, trembling sex as the cat burglar melted with the thrill of climax.
Her juices gushed into Mary Jane's mouth and poured over her tongue. Mary Jane gulped it down and sucked for more, wanting every delicious drop of that nectar. But some was inevitably wasted, or at least went untasted, coating Mary Jane's lovely face as she happily ground her lips into Felicia's slot. Tongue lapping up more from inside the cat burglar like a spoon. Until finally Felicia sighed and sank down so heavily it seemed to lower her an inch from the ceiling. She was drained.
Mary Jane kept tonguing her aftershock-ridden sex until the redhead was sure she'd licked up every drop, felt every spasm that could be caused by Felicia's delirious orgasm.
"I can't believe I came that hard without any cock," Felicia gasped.
"Well, there was some cock," Mary Jane said, and smiled at Peter with Felicia's juices gleaming from cheek to cheek. She stood and kissed him, happily sharing Felicia's taste, and even more happily feeling the resurgent erection that pulsed against her hip like rolling thunder before a lightning strike.
Felicia threw her head back—seeing them together was like a strong breeze across her cunt, making her folds twitch and moisten. She had to start rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to join in, but even just watching them turned her on.
Felicia frowned to herself. It was nice getting sucked off by a redhead, there was no doubting that, and she was amenable to the prospect of being the pair's sex slave. She literally couldn't think of two nicer people to belong to. But. Still. Getting off on watching them fuck each other was too much. If she was going to be broken, she wanted it to be in the sense of 'he ruined my cunt with that big dick,' not 'sits, stays, and begs for treats.'
After all, they'd gotten a cat, not a dog.
"Hey, Spider," she said, putting a little swing into her body so she swayed where she hung from her bonds. The roving motion played the dim light over her sensual curves, making glow the dampness where she'd sweated until the bare flesh of her plunging neckline virtually shone. "Mary Jane seems to have enjoyed yourself. Aren't you going to enjoy
yourself?"
"He is," Mary Jane said, though she gave Felicia a speculative look. Peter kissed her neck, sucked on her ear, and Felicia could see the pleasure playing over Mary Jane's face. "But if you want, you can enjoy yourself."
