Its Name Was Henry update

“I think I got some of your mail,” Gwen said, dropping an opened package in front of Mary Jane.

Inside was a bronze amulet the size of a child’s hand, a circle of indecipherable runes surrounding a simple but obtuse figure: something like a T overlaid with an upside-down Y.

“You did order this, right?”

“Yeah, on Ebay. I have a Greek-themed shoot coming up and I thought this would go well with my outfit. But the listing was pretty blurry. I didn’t think it’d be this… I don’t know. Simple.”

Mary Jane began to unbutton her shirt. Her pale freckled skin emerged with each little pop as her breasts pushed free of their tight confines, parting her shirt the moment it was open, as if eager to show off the white bra that cradled them and swathed them in semi-translucent lace.

Gwen was doing the same, feeling the same. It was not as if she’d made a decision to undress. It was just that modesty had suddenly become a foreign concept to her; clothes a discomfort she saw no reason to bear. She unzipped her skirt the same way she would scratch an itch. Her skirt came away and she kicked it off, leaving only long, supple legs and her pink panties, which held onto her tight little ass like they were refusing to release it the way her skirt had.

“It is pretty. You’re sure you found it on Ebay?” Gwen asked, pulling her black shirt over her head. Her bra emerged, the fabric a fervent caress on a bust that was small and perfect.

Mary Jane’s bra sidled down her arms. Her breasts were full and proud, jiggling with each movement of her sleek body. When she stooped to shimmy her jeans off, her tits moved as if granted life, gleefully taking advantage of their freedom as Mary Jane stripped down to a G-string that was lost between the fullness of her pumpkin-sized ass.

“Well, where else would I get it?”

Gwen had taken off all but the black hairband that was such a trademark of hers. She moved to assist Mary Jane in undressing, knowing now how good it felt to be naked. She knelt behind Mary Jane and pulled down her thong. Even though it had done little to cover her in the first place, without it, Mary Jane’s ass seemed more luscious than ever, each cheek a plump feast of such incredible proportions that it seemed uncanny it was only one-half of a whole.

“Be sure to look after it,” Gwen advised her. “It looks delicate.”

Then, as if unable to resist gravity any longer, she fell against Mary Jane’s peach of an ass, pulling her thick cheeks apart to get between them, then licking where her lips still couldn’t reach. The soft wetness of her tongue propelled a gasp from MJ. Gwen’s hands roved over Mary Jane’s lush thighs, around her toned buttocks, and down all of her long legs.

Gradually, Mary Jane felt her cheeks being pulled apart further and further, allowing Gwen to get her index finger against her puckered anus. “Of course. I’m always careful with my jewelry,” Mary Jane groaned huskily. “I like that, Gwen, I really like it!”

Mary Jane had always been aware of her sexuality; not just her effect on men, but the effect that men could have on her. And when it came to women, she was a fast learner. She had always considered her body one big erogenous zone, ready to bring her pleasure, and now that she’d found a new way for it to serve her, she was quick to indulge in it.

She stood legs akimbo to allow Gwen better access. Gwen speedily took advantage of it. She reached between MJ’s legs, rubbing her palm along Mary Jane’s dampening mons.

“Don’t stop!” Mary Jane gasped. “Keep going!”

Neither of them were in any state to notice an intruder.

Felicia Hardy had heard of her two rivals for Spider-Man’s affection becoming temporary roommates and just had to stop by to see the fireworks. She was shocked, but not disappointed. And it hadn’t even hit her yet that this might mean Peter was hers for the taking.

What did occur to her was what an expensive-looking necklace was on the table, understandably ignored by the two women—the perfect souvenir to remind Felicia of a very pleasant viewing experience.

Gwen continued to lick eagerly, while at the same time adding force to the pressure she’d put on Mary Jane’s asshole, until finally her finger entered the tight grommet and slid into the redhead up to the first knuckle.

“Gaahhh!” Mary Jane moaned hotly, feeling herself going from tantalized to impaled. For a moment, it was like a hot poker had been rammed inside her, but that feeling was quickly subsiding—so quickly that she just had to see what it turned into.

And as her anal muscles relaxed, the pain became a most satisfying pleasure.

Felicia picked up the amulet, delighted with not only her new acquisition, but being able to liberate it from two plodding rivals at once. She slipped it inside her cleavage and backed out of the room, not making anymore noise than she had coming in.

She would’ve left without a trace, only her right glove suddenly seemed a little constrictive. She took it off, heedlessly leaving it in the apartment right before she disappeared out the window.

Skillfully, Gwen crooked her finger and pushed with it more, turning it at the same time to get further into Mary Jane’s virginally tight hole. And the more she got in, the wilder Mary Jane felt, until the redhead didn’t know how she was able to contain herself.

The air conditioned cool of the apartment was lost on the lovers as they were immersed in a feverish sweat, sheets of it glazing their gorgeous bodies while Gwen leaned in to plant kiss after kiss on Mary Jane’s wonderfully rolling hills, while MJ cooed at every touch of Gwen’s passionate lips…

Until suddenly it seemed to occur to both of them what they were doing. Gwen jerked her fingers out of Mary Jane’s asshole and Mary Jane disbelievingly reached back as if to wipe away the many lipstick imprints that Gwen had left from one end of her hips to the other.

“I-I-I—” Gwen began. “I didn’t mean… I just wanted to… and you…”

Mary Jane threw up a hand before Gwen could go any further, as if each word were a fresh bolt of unwanted pleasure in her already hatefully aroused body. “Let’s just forget this ever happened. Both of us.”

Gwen nodded tightly. “Yes.”

And they both ran to their bedrooms to put on fresh clothes, not wanting to stay in each other’s presence even long enough to collect what they’d taken off.