Babies Make Five update

As Mary Jane came back to the master bedroom, having no idea how apt that title was about to prove, she tried to psych herself up for a night of passion with her two lovers. As attractive as she found them and as romantically inclined as she was, it was hard to shift from the domestic scullery maid she was to the babies into the sexual, sensual goddess that Peter treated her as and she knew she could be, deserved to be. 

And so, fatefully, Mary Jane paused outside the bedroom door, taking a moment to look herself over and appreciate how desirable she was, all heaving breasts, trim tummy, and succulent ass. It was the kind of thing that could drive a woman to masturbate, as nonsensical as that urge was when she had a husband and wife waiting in the other door, just itching to do to her everything she could possibly do to herself and far more besides.

Lingering outside the bedroom, Mary Jane suddenly recognized the sound of flesh striking flesh, a pained grunt, frenzied breathing. For a moment, Mary Jane thought she was hearing the sounds of combat—something that she, though only on the periphery of Peter’s superhero life, was still far too familiar with—and she prepared to throw open the door to do whatever she could for her spouses. But what she heard next stopped her cold: 

“Oh, God, please, please, Spider!” Mary Jane had never heard Felicia beg before, the woman far too proud to ever lower herself to that level, but now she sounded truly desperate—so desperate that Mary Jane would’ve been convinced she was pleading for her life if it weren’t for her use of Peter’s pet name. “Please fuck me harder, don’t take it out, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum—oh God—please let me be your cum dumpster—your fucking whore—“

Mary Jane turned the doorknob, softly now, and eased the door open. Peter and Felicia were not as she had left them. Felicia was on her knees, her ass in the air, with Peter kneeling behind her to drive himself into her cunt. It was a position MJ had enjoyed herself, but now, Peter was forcing Felicia’s head down roughly, almost grinding her face into the sweat-soaked sheets that already bore evidence of the three’s lovemaking. Felicia’s face, contorted and flushed, wailed helplessly as Peter increased the punishing pace of his thrusts—then Felicia broke into a wide grin, her eyes happily shut, as if the almost violent way in which Peter was fucking her were proof of how heavily he cared. And maybe it was.

Mary Jane knew Peter wasn’t a gentle soul—he had his dark side, his anger, but it was something he’d never allowed near her or Felicia. The odd passive-aggressiveness or jealousy were foibles he’d gotten over a long time ago, and while he was only human, he was far more likely to suffer in silence than to snap at her or Felicia or the babies. Indeed, Peter almost seemed to put Mary Jane on a pedestal, only allowing his softest and most romantic inclinations anywhere near her. It seemed to work for them, so long as MJ was careful not to take advantage of Peter’s pampering.

But now she saw just how harsh his desires could get, as with his other hand Peter reached down and stuffed his fingers into Felicia’s mouth, making her gag satisfyingly as he continued to rail her. “Keep it down, will you? God, you’re such a slut—can’t keep quiet when you’ve got a big dick to crow about, huh? Need to tell everyone what a skank you are, how you’re getting off on it—“

And as he said it, Felicia’s eyes rolled back in her head, her nostrils flaring as she clearly experienced an orgasm. And Peter equally clearly enjoyed it himself, hilting his cock in Felicia’s sex as her cunt rippled around him in a tight massage Mary Jane could only imagine.

As harsh as Peter’s hissing voice had been, Mary Jane had to admit that he didn’t seem to be lying.

“You want my cum, you little bitch?” Peter asked, a nearly sadistic glee in his voice at knowing the answer before he asked. All Felicia could do was nod into the duvet, his question increasing both her humiliation and her arousal. “Take it, Cat. I wouldn’t waste a condom on you, so take it right in your dirty—“

His jaw clenched, a grimace so tortured it was almost ecstatic on his face, and Mary Jane nearly came herself as she watched him in abject pleasure. Coming up to his feet, Peter held Felicia’s legs tightly around his waist, turning her body into a wheelbarrow as her upper body trailed down to the mattress. As he came, his strong abs tensing, his hips jolting, Mary Jane could see the shudders going through Felicia’s naked body, her creamy flesh rippling in acceptance of his seed, quivering as if she were coming herself with every rope of cum he launched into her. Felicia mewled happily—happiness in slavery, Mary Jane thought, not remembering where she had heard the phrase—and bit a bedsheet as the volleys inside her went on and on.

Finally, Felicia went limp, with no more pleasurable ejaculations to animate her body. Peter instantly shifted into a caring that verged on obsequiousness. He lowered Felicia down to the bed, pulled the skewed covers around to hide her nakedness, then covered Felicia’s body with her own. Compared to the obscene, almost pornographic display of their lust earlier, this felt private, intimate—like something MJ was intruding on.

“You okay?” Peter asked, his voice the soft, gentle thing Mary Jane was more used to.

Felicia spoke in dreamy bliss. “Absolutely,” she purred, weakly raising an arm to put around his body. Peter took it and pulled her closer, Felicia whimpering even more as he held her. Aftershocks of her satisfaction ran through her body, leaving it trembling as Peter caressed her, his hands moving over her naked flesh as if he were dusting off some priceless relic.

“So was that good?” Peter asked. “All that stuff about—not wasting a condom on…”

“Oh, that was perfect.” Felicia rolled over until she could turn her head and kiss Peter on the tip of his nose. “Fuck, I love that mean streak of yours. But, Spider—“ She booped his chin. “It’s called a cunt. You can say it.”

Peter flushed a bit. “I know that. Just sounds a bit weird when I say it like that. I’m kinda fond of your cunt, y’know?”

“Mmmm… I may have picked up on that.”

Just then, the baby monitor went off. Peter craned his neck. “Isn’t Mary Jane…” Then he noticed her. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey,” Mary Jane replied, absurdly blushing. She still felt as though she’d intruded on something, despite the fact that they were husband and wife. Maybe this was how Peter would feel if he read one of her romance novels…

Felicia looked at her, instantly scanning her discomfort, and in her blissful afterglow, she could only smile. “Oh, you haven’t tried Peter at his black-suit-iest? It’s really something.”

“Yeah, I could see that.”

The baby monitor picked up another wail, this one approaching gale force. Giving Felicia a last, regretful kiss on the cheek, Peter pulled himself up from the bed. “Guess this one’s mine.”

“No,” Mary Jane demurred as Peter went to the dresser and grabbed his pajama bottoms. “I’m already up and you’re—“

Peter grinned sardonically himself. “I need to wash up anyway. Besides, Felicia hates cuddling.”

“Oh yeah,” Felicia said insincerely. “Hate it.”

Peter offered MJ a kiss on the cheek too. “I’ll be right back. We need to get one of those robot nannies like the FF have.”

“I know!” Mary Jane agreed as he slipped out the door, closing it behind him.

Leaving her alone with Felicia, the very submissive. The Black Cat rolled onto her back, throwing the covers off and letting the open air dry and cool her sweaty body. She’d always been beautiful, but now there was an air of mystery to her that hadn’t been there for a long time. It wasn’t unappealing. And Felicia could see how her stock had fluctuated in Mary Jane’s eyes. She summoned up another boozy smile.

“Guess you’ve never been one to pry into what Peter and I do when you’re not around.”

Mary Jane crossed her arms. “It feels like we should all have our own space.”

“Yeah,” Felicia agreed distantly. “You’re not into that, I get it…”

“I’m not against it, I don’t disapprove,” Mary Jane protested quickly. “I like it when Peter webs me up… he doesn’t call me names…”

“Really?” Felicia asked. 

Mary Jane was used to Felicia’s cleavage taking up all the attention in the room, but now she couldn’t look away from Felicia’s pussy. She could’ve sworn it looked different—swollen? bruised?—and Peter’s cum filled it like a reservoir. The muscles of Felicia’s thighs still twitched…

“What’s Peter do with you?” Felicia continued. 

“Oh, you know—talks about how much he wants me, how he can’t get enough of me, how he’s going to make me come and come and come and I can’t get away, cuz I’m all tied up.” Mary Jane giggled, blushing again. “It doesn’t seem that naughty compared to… that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Anyone who can still get turned on by bondage after being a hostage as many times as you have is pretty kinky.”

Mary Jane set her hands on her hips. Peter might’ve been giving to a fault, but Felicia could give a backhanded compliment like an old Hollywood starlet. The bitchiness was part of her charm. 

“And,” she said, seeking to impress Felicia, “I really like the… cum.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. When Peter talks about he’s going to breed me, mate with me, how he’s not wearing a condom and I’m going to be full of his… I’m on birth control, of course, but it’s this thing we started joking about when we were trying for a baby and…” Mary Jane bit her lip. “I like it.”

“So you’re not into anal?”

“What?”

“I mean, if you like the thought of getting pregnant, then anal sex—“

“I like it just fine. We just don’t do the pregnancy stuff then. He talks about how sexy my ass is and how much he loves fucking it.”

“Yeah, that I get,” Felicia nodded. “You do have a cute ass. Not as good as mine.”

Mary Jane couldn’t even be irritated, she was too dizzy with desire. Everything was happening on fast-forward. Their lovemaking, which had once seemed so comfortable and, not unpleasant, but routine, now seemed dangerous. “God, I’m burning up… the things he called you… said you were a whore for God’s sake… and you are, Jesus, you are, you came…” She opened her robe, grabbed Felicia’s hand, and shoved it between her legs. “Feel how hot you made me.”

Felicia took a moment to just feel the warmth from Mary Jane’s cunt before pulling her hand away, coated in glistening juices. “You are soaked.”

“So are you,” Mary Jane said, slinking onto the bed, running her hand between Felicia’s thighs. She licked her finger. “Delicious too. Though I don’t think we can give you all the credit…”

Felicia stared hotly at Mary Jane, her mouth watering, her nostrils billowing to inhale the scent of MJ’s overheated sex. “Didn’t he come in your mouth too?”

Mary Jane pulled Felicia into her arms. “I’d better have my fun with you before Peter comes back.” She held Felicia, her comparatively small breasts crushing against Felicia’s overripe ones as she brought her mouth to Felicia’s and kissed her, her tongue being sucked between Felicia’s open lips.

Felicia sighed and sucked hungrily on it, easily able to taste the seed that Peter had lavished it with. She rolled on top of Mary Jane, whimpering, her own tongue going into Mary Jane’s mouth. Dizzily, feeling as heady as Felicia had after Peter had ravaged her, Mary Jane slunk her arms around Felicia, fondling the smooth, silky flesh, but finding most interesting the womanly hips and firm, fleshy ass, which sprung up resiliently after her groping like they were returning her caresses. It was all too tempting. Mary Jane stopped massaging Felicia’s ass and suddenly struck it with a single curt blow, making the opulent flesh jiggle.

“Mary Jane,” Felicia moaned happily, a hint of pain in her voice. When their eyes met, a lock of white hair had fallen in front of one of Felicia’s eyes. “Do you want me to be your whore too?”