A Year Older update

Mary Jane stripped and Felicia bent over the breakfast nook. Peter sat at the far end, next to the kitchen window, and webbed Felicia’s hands and thighs down. It was a small table and Felicia was statuesque, so only her belly settled against the table top. Her breasts hung over the end and her ass was up in the air on the other side.

Peter put his feet up on the small of her back, making Felicia simmer with her submission to him. And Mary Jane ran her fingers over Felicia’s dangling breasts, squeezing the already stiff nipples, before she pulled her shoulder straps down and rucked the nightie down Felicia’s armpits.

“I’m going to hurt you, kitty,” she whispered, lowering her face down to Felicia’s. “I’m going to hurt you so good…”

Felicia knew that MJ wouldn’t do her any real harm or she would have to deal with Peter, who Felicia had long since trusted. But she wondered if Mary Jane might not do some damage by accident, not knowing what she was doing, even with Peter supervising her. The thought gave her a wonderful apprehension, a rush, which was also Peter and Mary Jane and getting to be Slave Felicia. Peter’s gonna teach her how to dom me. Peter’s gonna make me her first bitch…

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked eagerly, looking at Mary Jane’s lovely face and finding it even more beautiful with the cruelty written all over it.

“I’m not doing anything to you. You’re going to eat me. And since you girl-loving types always go on about how women know what women want, you’ll do a better job than Peter here. Otherwise, I’m going to see how much punishment those big tits can take.”

Before Felicia could respond, Mary Jane closed the jaws of the tongs on the nipple of her left breast.

“Ahh!” Felicia gasped, feeling cold metal meeting hot flesh. “Wait, wait—“

“Shut up, you little cunt,” Mary Jane said, giving the tongs a good squeeze that sent its metal into her yielding flesh. “Save the sleazy come-ons for Peter. All I wanna hear is your tongue licking my pussy. And remember, the better you do, the less pain you’ll get.”

Holding the tongs in place with one hand, Mary Jane hauled Felicia’s head up by the hair with her other hand. She stepped forward, into Felicia’s personal space, up to her mouth, pressing her bare pussy into Felicia’s lips. She kept a firm grip on the tongs, sporadically tightening them and then easing off the painful pressure.

“Eat me, ‘Cat’,” she ordered, a shiver of delight already going through her at having pressed her mons into Felicia’s lips. “Give me that tongue. Peter already knows what that mouth can do, now I want you to show me!”

Felicia couldn’t even think of disobeying. She pushed her tongue into the small, crimson patch of pubic hair and tasted Mary Jane’s juices already in it. Almost immediately, she felt the tongs really clench, raw pain filling her sensitive breast. She shook in agony, her hot breath exploding from her as she tried to take the pain, puckering Mary Jane’s tender flesh when her exhales broke against it.

“You can do better than that,” Mary Jane cooed sadistically at her. “Can’t you? Aren’t you friends with that lezbo Captain Marvel? Special friends…”

Though Felicia was almost overcome with arousal—almost wanted to just let Mary Jane torture her, knowing she was safely monitored by Peter—she forced herself to obey like a good Slave Bitch. Quickly, she learned what Mary Jane liked. The redhead enjoyed teeth grinding into her folds, so hard the feeling stung—the girl a bit of a masochist even when she was being Felicia’s sadist.

“OHHH, that’s it!” Mary Jane mewled, pressing herself more firmly into Felicia’s mouth. “Mmm, you might get out of this without me ripping your tits off after all…”

Felicia licked and bit until her jaws ached, sore with exhaustion. But every time she stopped, even to breathe, the tongs got tighter. Felicia moaned into Mary Jane’s groin and forced herself to keep going. Mary Jane was relentless. She demanded everything from Felicia. Or so the cat burglar thought, until she felt Peter’s feet come off her ass.

“As long as you’re making such good use of that end, mind if I take this one?” he asked, flipping Felicia’s nightie up over her creamy ass.

Mary Jane moaned in pleasure intensified by the mere idea. “Yes. Use her cunt like I’m using her tongue. Oh God, she loves it, I can tell she loves it! She loves being our bitch!”

As Felicia licked Mary Jane’s pussy ferociously, she felt Peter’s hands caress her inner thighs. A moment later, his enormous cockhead pressed against her opening, spreading the damp entrance. Felicia gave a low groan, freezing up as she tried to process having him enter her while she was so tenderly aroused by her submission to MJ.

“Keep eating, bitch!” Mary Jane cried, giving the tongs a good squeeze. “Don’t stop just because he’s inside you!”

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” Felicia moaned, but licked at Mary Jane’s swollen pussy anyway.

She thought she would faint, her body caught between the sensations of eating Mary Jane out and being fucked by Peter. She relished the taste of MJ’s cunt and pleaded for more of Peter’s fucking, all while her nipple was burning with agony. Sandwiched between the married couple, the air felt very thick around her, a fog choking her with its sensual warmth.

“Mmmmmm!” Felicia mewled, twitching and jerking as her orgasm neared. “I need a second, I need a second, I’m gonna come! Please, MJ, I’ll eat you forever if you just let me—“

Mary Jane gave a warning squeeze on the tongs, then released her hold on it, instantly replacing the savage pain Felicia felt with blessed relief. The redhead let the tongs drop to the floor, instead putting both hands on Felicia’s head to hold her in place against her undulating hips.

“Now’s your chance to be a good girl,” she cooed. “You better really eat my pussy good now, or I’ll have Peter stop. I’ll have him fuck me instead.”

“No! No, no, no…” For all her denial, though, Felicia was thankful, deliriously excited. She would’ve done anything for Mary Jane in that moment. So she tongued that delicious cunt as much as she could, her forehead pressed against Mary Jane’s flat little belly as Felicia gave her slit the kiss of a lifetime.

“OH YES!” Mary Jane screamed, clenching her fingers into fists in Felicia’s alabaster locks. She crushed the cat burglar into her sex like she was trying to suffocate her. “Taste it, Felicia! Taste it! Drink me while I come and… and… GGH!”

Felicia felt the redhead orgasm, her pussy lips delectably shuddering around her tongue and against her mouth. Her own climax burst inside her, roiling and thrashing against Peter’s thrusts. As she peaked, her labia clenched tight around Peter’s hilted cock.

“Spider!” she cried, speaking into Mary Jane’s pussy but not caring, knowing he could hear her. “Fuck me! Come in me! Give me all that hot cum!”

And as her ecstasy thundered inside her, she felt an explosion of burning seed inside her.

“Take it, whore!” Peter yelled, working his cock wildly in and out of her clenched womanhood. “Damn you, take all of it and show me how much you love it!”