Chattel 2

Mary Jane’s shock and disbelief toward the situation hung onto her, as if unwilling to become something else. She couldn’t be revolted by what was happening, though she should be. And she shouldn’t be aroused by watching this, though she could hardly help it with how perfect their bodies were, how passionately they were mating…

Only up til now, Peter had been doing this for her benefit. Now he visibly ceased to care and instead moved to gratify himself, knowing the effect that watching would have on Mary Jane and certainly knowing how Felicia would like it.

He spun the cat burglar around, hoisted her up to meet his thrust, and impaled her—pinning her hips to the headboard right above Mary Jane. Felicia’s shapely legs instinctively wrapped around Peter’s waist. His powerful hips pounded between her thighs, banging the bedposts against the wall.

His shaft ran deep into Felicia’s womanhood. Mary Jane gasped: she could see Felicia’s white pubic thatch forced inside her, pulled along by the ramming of Peter’s member. Her vivid pink lips just seemed to be sucked into where all that cock was buried.

Warmth gathered around Mary Jane’s clit. She tried to ignore it, but it shivered with each pounding of her heart, blood awakening dormant nerves inside her little bud. She was aghast at the betrayal of her own body and tried to look away, to deny her treacherous flesh anymore fuel for its fire, but there was no evading the sound of their coupling.

Peter’s dick noisily slurped into Felicia’s juicy sex. The fragrant smell of their joining reached Mary Jane’s nostrils; her head reeled. She was ashamed of herself… she shouldn’t be… there was no way for her to leave, no way for her to stop this when she was webbed to her own bed.

But somehow she doubted that if she were free, she could bear to stop watching. Her body seemed to have control now. It was drinking in all this debauchery Peter was feeding it.

“God!” Felicia spoke in a hoarse whisper. “That big cock belongs in me…”

Mary Jane had never heard another woman talk like that, not in anything but pornos, something she’d never bothered to watch when real men were easier to acquire and usually more satisfying. She’d done a little dirty talk with Peter, feeling comfortable enough with him to spice things up, but if Peter were fucking her, she certainly wouldn’t—

“It belongs where I put it,” Peter grunted. “And the moment Mary Jane admits she wants it, I’m putting it in her.”

“Bastard,” Felicia mewled, but there was a smile on her lips.

“You’ve come twice already—greedy bitch.” Peter smiled until he kissed Felicia. “And we’ll let you watch.”

“Doesn’t seniority count for anything?” Felicia whined playfully. “Why don’t you eat my pussy while you fuck hers?”

“Because I’m going to put so much cum in that nasty cunt that it’ll be the only thing anyone tastes inside you for weeks.”

“Then make Red do it. She loves drinking your cum, doesn’t she?”

“You filthy whore… shut up and come.”

“Hnggghh!” Felicia’s eyes rolled up in her head as Peter pinned her to the wall so hard that cracks radiated through the plaster around her impaled hips. “Yesssh… make me come for you! Make me come and you can do anything you want! You own this pussy, Spider! You can fuck it all you want!”

Mary Jane bit her lip until she tasted blood. The sheer dirtiness of how they spoke to each other had pulled her away from the thought of Peter fucking her, what their intimate moments had been like and possibly would be in the future.

She didn’t like considering Peter saying such nasty things to her, or the same obscenity coming out of her own lips, but she could see how the words spurred them on. Peter’s manhood, glistening with Felicia’s slickness, dove again and again inside of her.

Mary Jane’s thighs felt hot and moist. She hated herself for how much she was reacting. She shifted her weight on the bed, feeling the juices that her folds were awash in, knowing how ready she was. If Peter entered her, even with his amazing size, it wouldn’t hurt. She’d be instantly transported to the kind of rapture Felicia was in.

Why? she asked herself. I don’t want this, but my body does. She could only evince confusion as Peter and Felicia grew more frenzied, tempting her even more with knowledge of how great the sex could be.

What had been rapturous before now seemed like the fuck of a lifetime. She envied Felicia… she was even jealous that she was giving Peter so much satisfaction. And a part of her hated Peter for fucking Felicia instead of her. Even if Mary Jane was unwilling, that passion, that cock was hers. Peter should’ve just given it to her, despite her protests. She deserved to feel that amazing.

What am I thinking? Mary Jane wondered. But she still had no answer.

Peter slowed down, coming languorously away from Felicia’s snatch, but then ramming into her as hard as ever. Mary Jane saw Felicia’s reddened labia spreading as he withdrew from it. Peter’s scrotum tightened into a knob of wrinkled flesh, jumping at the base of Peter’s cock.

“I’m going to come!” Peter gasped through tightly wedged teeth. Mary Jane couldn’t believe how much noise they were making—they had no shame at all.

“I want to feel it!” Felicia cried. “I want your cum to pump inside me until there’s nothing left in those balls!”

Her words grew into a high-pitched yowl as Peter plunged himself into her with one last crashing onslaught, releasing his load of cum in spurting yells.

The three of them were a heaving tangle of flesh as Peter and Felicia sank to their knees, still above Mary Jane but now so close they were like a part of her, MJ inundated with the rankness of their sex. Hanging so heavy over her world that she could taste it—Peter’s potent cum, Felicia’s rampant arousal. Even the sound of their kissing seemed to ring in her ears.

“Mine,” Peter breathed, and his cum was overflowing Felicia’s gates and spilling out onto Mary Jane’s heaving chest.