"Hey now, a little cum is one thing, but when it's been in my ass..."
Felicia advanced on her, amused by Mary Jane's disavowal—pointless, as it wasn't like there was much she could do to resist in her present state. "Relax, Red: you're perfectly clean. I can tell you're a wet-naps kinda gal. It's hot."
"I know how clean my ass is, I clean it, and I still don't want to—" She was cut off, any disagreement left in her throat as her mouth was occupied with Felicia's tongue, her lips brutally sweet and loving even on Mary Jane's unwilling mouth.
She pushed in with her tongue, until Mary Jane's was moving against it, however involuntarily—tasting the three of them: Peter, Felicia, and her own sweet ass. Mary Jane's tongue moved tentatively, investigating the firm strokes Felicia's made, until their meeting was demanding on both sides.
Felicia sucked and bit at Mary Jane's agile tongue and MJ warmed, the fires within her glowing below Felicia's outstretched body. Her passion grew inexorably, a flash of heat and light that reminded her of the raging furnace she had just come out of. Mary Jane mewled, gurgling in her throat until Felicia withdrew to suck at her lower lip, worrying it gently with her sharp teeth. Both their nerves electric, sensitive and sensual, their messages of sexuality finding rapid purchase elsewhere in their aroused bodies.
Mary Jane sighed, fondly hateful, with a flicker of irritation in her limpid eyes. "You bitch... Peter never would've let you do that to me..."
Felicia purred lushly at her, as happy to have irritated Mary Jane as she was to have her turned on. "Any time you want to fuck my ass with
that
tongue—I'll suck it clean. And is Peter still being a total tease: all skintight spandex, no backdoor action?"
"Are you kidding? It was hard enough for me to talk him into spanking
my
ass..."
"But worth it," Felicia cooed, knowing Mary Jane at least well enough to be sure the pain had been no disincentive.
Mary Jane shared a naughty smile with her. "You better satisfy me before this webbing wears off. Or I'll give you all the backdoor action that ass can handle."
"Mm. Okay. Let me see if Peter put any more cum up
that
ass. I'm sure there'd be room for it..."
Peter picked then to come in, with wire cutters to handle the webbing. He was dripping wet from the shower, but all he'd put on was a towel. "Okay you two, enough lollygagging around. Between the three of us, we should be able to put
some
food on the table."
***
"Tiger, a little help here?"
Peter notched down a last notation. He'd hoped to be able to focus on mixing up a fresh batch of webbing, with a little sciencing done to see if he could make it stronger. But while Mary Jane might accept he needed some me time, that was before Felicia had joined their happy home. Now, three days later, the adjustment process was proving rather like adopting a cat.
A cat that hadn't been house-trained.
"What is it, MJ?" he asked, wandering into the living room to see Felicia firmly planted on the couch, pointedly avoiding meeting MJ's gaze, while Mary Jane stood, her arms sternly crossed. "Don't tell me you two can't agree on what to watch..."
Mary Jane turned condescending. That was never a good time. "You remember we agreed to divvy up the chores?" she asked Peter, though her green eyes sizzled at Felicia. "You were going to take out the trash and vacuum. I was going to do the dishes.
