Spider + Cat + Redhead mini-update

“I don’t think I’m asking for anything too difficult,” Felicia said. “Just some maternity wear.”

“Ma’am, this is a lingerie store.”

***

The boutique didn’t help her out much either.

“I know I’m nine months pregnant,” she said. “Believe me, I’m reminded of that every time I pee, because I have to do that every five minutes. What I’m asking is if you can find me something sexy to wear.”

“But you’re…”

“Yes!” Felicia interrupted. “I know! I’m huge! I’m massive! But I’ve been doing yoga and swimming—work with me here.” She turned. “Look at my profile! That is a great ass! Yes, clearly I need an elastic waistband, but we can show off the total lack of cellulite, can’t we? I used to wear twenty different shorts with a crescent moon out. And my tits! I think I’m an F-cup now! Yes, my nipples are doing some things that even I haven’t tried before, but can’t you come up with a little lace number for me to wear? I just want my hubby to look at these things and think ‘titjob!’ instead of ‘baby nourishment.’” Felicia looked down. “The whole belly shirt thing may admittedly be a lost cause…”

***

“Let me guess,” Felicia said to the shoe salesman. “No five inch heels that would fit an elephant?”

***

“Admittedly,” Felicia said, “there’ve been some stops I’ve made that I didn’t think would pan out, but I was sure this one would help me. I’ve been such a good customer. I get all my stuff here. And essentially what we’re talking about is a harness; I cannot be the biggest person who’s ever wanted a harness.”

“I just don’t know if it’s advisable in your condition,” the owner said.

“It’s not like the strap-on will go into me!” Felicia protested. “I’ll be putting it into the other girl!”

***

“I can’t believe it,” Felicia said after her long, fruitless shopping trip. “I literally don’t have a thing to wear.”

Peter had furnished each room in the suite with at least one place to lay down that you could park a tank on, and Mary Jane helped Felicia to the drawing room’s couch, then helped her out of her shoes.

“Well,” MJ said, “you can always go naked.”

“Or use a double dildo.”

Mary Jane smiled at her. “Don’t push your luck.”

***

“Goddamn!” Peter cried, before Mary Jane gave him a few more strokes. His cum burst out in a geyser, a tremendous river of his semen pouring out of his cockhead. Mary Jane’s hand pushed down to the base of his cock, drawing his foreskin back so that his knob flared out and there was nothing to stop the volcanic eruption that flew out of him and splattered directly onto Felicia’s face. The pearly white sperm splashed on Felicia’s chin and plastered her cheek as well. She ducked her head low, letting the hot cum cover her face. 

Peter was kissing Mary Jane by now, thanking her with his tongue as he had so many times before, and Felicia’s lips parted too as a second spurt burst out of Peter’s member, jetting right into her open mouth. Her tongue flicked out, curling as his warm seed landed on it, and Mary Jane kept pumping steadily until Peter was drained and the flood had ceased.

Felicia smiled, her teeth as white as the semen that coated her face and ran down her chest. “Finally,” she said, “something fashionable to wear.”