Three, Crowded update

Liz saw Peter still digging his fingers into Betty’s luscious ass, driving his mouth between her quaking thighs. The brunette was feverish, moaning. She clawed at his belly; swung her hips in slow, banging jerks.

Then, with a wild shake, she rolled off of him and onto her back, her naked breast sloshing like the tide, except for nipples that were hard as the ice ball in a cocktail.

“Ahh!” the secretary gasped, her head shaking. “Too much! Oh, Peter, your tongue is too much! But just right too. Mmmm, so nice. I’m still coming… think I’m still coming… uuhh!”

“And how’d you like it?” Liz asked Peter, still trying to get her lungs all the way full. “Do you feel like you’re still coming, stud?”

“No, but I’d like to feel your mouth again.” Grinning, Peter sat up. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and both women knew his fist was now wet with Betty’s juices. “Though what I’ve got to put there right now, I don’t think you’d want. Excuse me for a moment.”

Peter wobbled to his feet, supporting himself on a nearby wall (and neither woman was in any condition to wonder how a flat palm on a sheer surface held him up). His eyes were on their nakedness—the sweaty, flushed, heave-chested physiques they were left with now that he’d serviced them.

“Well, I think you’ve convinced me to cheat on each of you with the other one,” he chuckled. “But there’s a problem.”

“What’s that?” Liz whispered softly.

“I’m afraid to keep things fair, whenever one of you gets with me, I’ll have to fuck the other one too.”

“Sounds good to me,” Betty replied. “What do you think, Liz?”

“Mmmm,” Liz answered, lying back, her eyes still glazed over. “Love it.”

Peter went to visit the little boy’s room, walking like he was ten feet tall.

Mary Jane watched. She tried not to spy on Peter when they hadn’t even met and him being Spider-Man already took up so much of her thoughts. But sometimes, peering through her next door neighbor’s window was just irresistible.

She watched him walk, stark naked, into the bathroom and wished a little that she was holding his big floppy cock as he pissed into the bowl. She wished that after he shut the lid, she could sit down on it and suck his limp member until it was stiff again. Not that it needed the help; Peter already looked half-hard as he walked back out to Liz and Betty. And oh, could she hardly believe the amount of cum that was clearly in Liz—she practically had a baby bump. The way she rubbed her tummy, it was nice and warm inside her. Mary Jane bit her lip; she felt tingling and fresh and sweet, just from watching.

Well, that settled it. If Peter could handle two freeloving chicks like that, he could certainly handle little ol’ her. In fact, she and him would be just right together, assuming he could keep up.

Peter Parker didn’t know it yet, but he’d definitely hit the jackpot.