Consummate Your Vows update

Peter kissed the swell of Mary Jane’s hips, as if apologizing for how his fingers delicately pushed a glob of lubricant into her puckered anus. “Are you sure?” he asked for what had to be the thousandth time. “Are you really sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Mary Jane said. ”I’m always sure about you fucking the shit out of me.”

She was provocatively posed, stripped of her lingerie so that Peter could come on her later without worrying about staining it, her firm ass sticking up as she knelt on her hands and knees. Her legs were spread so that her cunt opened, dripping wet, and her tiny asshole awaited his touch. His cock was so hard it stung, shining with a coat of Mary Jane’s spit and smeared K-Y jelly.

Peter almost couldn’t believe it was happening, nor that Mary Jane was demanding it. He couldn’t even conceive of broaching the subject for fear of making her feel pressured, and now here she was begging for it.

He’d really have to stop bringing up the Parker Luck.

Mary Jane moaned as his cock moved into her. She wasn’t a stranger to assplay anymore, but Peter’s cock was the biggest thing she’d ever taken and it was about to enter her for the first time.

She held her breath as he pushed through her sphincter. The muscles stretched, Mary Jane’s whimpering and murmuring making it clear that Peter was the first to do this to her, as he entered her inch by inch.

And then, torturously, he stopped. “There’s that noise again,” Peter said. “I need to call pest control, or at least lay out some traps.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” Mary Jane insisted. It had actually been a relief when he paused, for he hurt just a little going in, but it was a delicious pain and one she could easily get used to so long as it felt this good. And she would get used to it. All it would take was practice, and she would give him plenty of that.

He was the only man she’d let fuck her in the ass; then and there, Mary Jane swore he was the only one who ever would. No matter how debauched and lascivious their sex life became, there would be some things that belonged only to him.

Peter got half of his length inside of Mary Jane and then she tightened in a sudden spasm, locking him in place. “Ahhhh,” Mary Jane moaned, eager to be his but not yet able to have him. Before her ass could belong to him, he would have to take it. “Fuck me open,” she said in a husky growl. “Ruin my ass if you have to, but don’t take no for an answer.”

He drew back and thrust into her again, a little harder, going a little deeper. This time when he bottomed out in her tightness, Peter looked down in awe at the sight of his tool buried between Mary Jane’s tight buttocks. The feeling of sodomizing her was indescribable—nothing at all like any locker room talk he had ever heard. There was a suffocating heat covering his manhood, massaging its warmth into his length. And in some masochistic way, the pain Mary Jane was evidently experiencing made it better. Knowing that she was suffering just to please him… it did heady things to his enjoyment of the sex. Gave him a whole new perspective into how Mary Jane asked him to spank her when she was ‘being naughty.’

He stroked her tense asscheeks, then slid his hands down to caress her dripping slit. Her clitoris was swollen, with an angry beat inside it, and he worked it with his fingers while Mary Jane groaned and swayed her body as if to the tattoo of some tribal drum, thrusting herself back to get more of his cock inside her. Peter actually backed up himself, trying to keep MJ from hurting herself by taking in too much, too fast. Finally, her body seemed to open, and more of his hard cock plunged into that forbidden space inside her.

“Oh, God, it’s yours,” Mary Jane whispered. Reaching back to where Peter was steadying himself on her hips, she covered one of his hands with her own. Their wedding rings clicked together. “It’s always been yours, but now you’ve—proved it—fuck me, tiger. Mmm, yeah, fuck my ass!”

He began to pound her, being a little rough on what had to be a tender spot, but unable to help himself. Something was telling Peter that Mary Jane could take more than he thought. And if he was addicted to Mary Jane—what an apt name that was—then her ass was like cocaine. His cock felt like it could never go soft again and his balls felt as big as a hot-air balloon with the cum that was filling them. And he knew Mary Jane wanted all of it.

“What the hell is that noise?” he asked, hearing it again. Now it was in the exterior wall, beside the window that Mary Jane had inadvertently damaged. “Do we have a rat in the woodwork?”

The window drew open, a few shards of cracked grass breaking loose from it and dotting the carpet as Felicia emerged, her face glowing, her body bare except for the fur-lined boots that gave her fortuitous protection as she walked over the broken glass of the window. “Maybe you should get a cat,” she suggested as she walked to the bed.

Peter tried to extricate himself from Mary Jane, but the redhead grabbed both of his hands, pinning them to her hips and denying him the leverage to pull away from her.

“What’s wrong?” Felicia asked, sitting on the bed and putting a hand on Mary Jane’s shoulder. “Don’t you like fucking her ass? I know you liked doing the same to me, and Mary Jane is just as tight. I should know.”

Mary Jane blushed even as her anus tightened on Peter’s manhood, massaging him and keeping his hardness from going anywhere. “I thought I’d get an expert opinion on how to take your cock up my ass. And Felicia is an expert.”

“Jesus Christ,” Peter said, his brow beginning to sweat as he continued denying himself the delicious friction of moving his cock from where it was buried deep inside MJ’s anus. “What is this? Some kind of threesome?”

“You did save the world,” Felicia said, taking one of Peter’s hands and putting it on her right breast. It tightened on the firm heft of her tit familiarly, Mary Jane growing even more excited as she watched Peter groping another woman. “That deserves a hero’s reward. And since Mary Jane helped, doesn’t she deserve a reward too?”

Peter blinked. “Okay, this is really an unsexy thought, but you kinda led me to it—Annie helped too.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “God, you’re neurotic—I’ll give her a fruit rollup or something. For fuck’s sake…” She took Peter’s other hand from Mary Jane and pulled it to her other breast. Peter was helpless to resist gripping all of her cleavage, the nipples hardening under his fingers. Felicia closed her eyes, sighing and purring as Peter caressed her nipples into being longer and stiffer than ever. 

Mary Jane felt Peter swelling in her rectum as Felicia wrapped her arms around the man, embracing him all the way up to his mouth. She kissed Mary Jane’s juices off his lips, tongue working into his mouth to taste the redhead and Peter’s own delicious flavor. Then she gave Peter a brisk slap on the ass and he began to rut his cock into Mary Jane again, fucking her ass as his tongue tangled with Felicia’s. Mary Jane shrieked happily—the more he sucked, the harder he fucked.

The three of them tangled into a complete sharing of flesh, one body so inseparable from the next that all their caressing and fucking was almost masturbatory. Symbiotic. Peter’s cock was shoving in and out of Mary Jane’s well-lubricated asshole. Felicia ended up down underneath MJ, feeding her sex to the redhead as she herself licked at Mary Jane’s pussy, Peter’s balls, enjoying the mixture of tastes, the knowledge that she’d seduced both of them.

Peter’s cock rode deep into Mary Jane’s bowels. “Oh, Mr. Parker, you’re going to make me come!” Mary Jane moaned, though her words were hardly audible with her face trapped between Felicia’s thighs. Felicia’s tongue locked against her clit, pouring fuel on the fire that was already burning inside the redhead.

She screamed as an orgasm burst inside her, somewhere between Felicia’s flashing tongue and Peter’s driving cock. Her climax just kept going, as if feeding on the erotic energy of one sex act every time the other flagged. Soon, Mary Jane couldn’t stand another stroke, and she begged Peter to spare her, to let her rest for a moment, wondering if he could stand a stop to this pleasure anymore than she could.

“In me,” Felicia hissed, pulling Peter’s cock away from Mary Jane and bringing it straight to her mouth, not sucking, but offering herself up as just another orifice for Peter to plunge into. And he did, fucking her mouth and throat for ten gasping strokes, Felicia drooling and panting on his erection. He looked down at Mary Jane, whose breathing had not calmed at all now that it was another woman being pumped into by her husband.

“Fuck her,” Mary Jane demanded breathlessly. “I want to see you fuck her!”

Felicia’s eyes lit up with the command and she let Peter’s cock out of her mouth, going down onto her back beside Mary Jane, legs apart, pussy more than wet as she took Peter on top of her and he unerringly found his way into her waiting cunt.

“Yessss!” she howled as she impaled her, showing her what she’d been missing, what Mary Jane had been enjoying, what would be her reward from now on for submitting to the two of them. Felicia couldn’t be happier than with his hardened flesh fully seated inside her, his cockhead seeming to go all the way to her belly.

Mary Jane thrust both hands between her legs, massaging herself lewdly as she watched her husband with another woman. It was a blisteringly illicit thrill. Now she knew how Felicia must have felt, watching her with Peter. She could only imagine how Felicia would feel when Peter was fucking Sable…

Peter kept looking at Mary Jane, as if still not sure that she approved. She nodded eagerly as she shoved her fingers in and out of her aroused pussy, agreeing just as much to the pleasures of this voyeuristic exhibition as she was to the prospect of Peter with another woman. “Yes, fuck her,” she said huskily. “Fuck her hard and fast and deep—just like you do me. In fact, why don’t you put it in her ass? She likes that as much as I do…”

Thirty seconds later, Felicia was proving it beyond a shadow of a doubt. She lowered herself onto Peter’s lap, riding his cock with her ass, rocking up and down with her anus stretched around his manhood. Mary Jane was behind her, massaging Felicia’s ample cleavage, taking kiss after kiss from lovers both male and female. She slid around beside them to feed them each one of her breasts, and when they turned away from her bosom, needing to kiss each other, she burrowed down between them to get her tongue on their joined sexes, just as Felicia had done to her.

When Felicia orgasmed, so did she. It was a spontaneous reaction, like Felicia’s climax was just too big not to spill over into another feminine vessel, like Peter’s fucking demanded two receptacles for the pleasure he gave instead of just one. But even that wasn’t enough to satisfy the wild women, and no sooner had Mary Jane pulled Felicia off of Peter than they both turned on him once more, falling upon his still-hard member with enough hands and mouths to finally contain its almighty length. 

They shared it back and forth, each of them wanting to suck every part of it. It didn’t matter that it had fucked both of them, that it dripped with the rampant juices of both their cunts. They weren’t tasting anything they hadn’t already tried, and it tasted even better on Peter’s shaft. Their mouths met around his bellend and they kissed in a wet show of tongues, keeping their lips together until the only taste was that of their swapped saliva.

“I love you,” Peter moaned, and neither could tell who he was talking to. Neither could care. “Oh, shit, here’s how much I fucking love you!”

Immersing his hands in both their vibrant manes, he jerked them from the pulsating point of his erection and pushed them out so they were arranged cheek to cheek in front of it. When he exploded, they took it on both their faces. Peter’s fingers went slack as he continued to come and the two women easily freed themselves, milking his cock with their hands, their lips, before turning to the cum that had collected on each other’s faces. And when they had cleaned both him and each other, they stretched out with Peter on the bed, one woman on either side of Peter, their still-excited nipples teasing into his sides, their cunts still wet and warm against his legs.