The Pussycat Club

Mary Jane stood before the balcony window of the hotel suite and let the crisp night wind wash over her luscious, naked body, waking her up, sending tingling remembrances of the past night shooting through her. It had been the loveliest second honeymoon she could imagine, even if their budget had only stretched to booking the penthouse of a luxury hotel. Days on the balcony, sunning her body to a ripe, gentle tan, evenings of dancing and dining and, yes, champagne, and nights of hot, loving, irresistible sex with her Peter. No worries about her career, his career, about cleaning the apartment or tuning up the car. Just each other.

She had acquired quite a taste for making love, for having a man, Peter, inside her. Whatever self-denial she’d once had had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.

Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon; two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her husband had purged her mind of anything that had accrued to threaten her happiness over the course of their marriage. 

Mary Jane looked at herself in the window glass. Yes, her body was lush, creamy-skinned, and perfect, her breasts round and firm like grapefruit, her hips and legs slender, her mound covered with silky, whiskey-red fur, her belly smooth and flat. She smiled wryly. Maybe not so flat for much longer. Not that she cared—Peter would love her if she looked like Venom--but she regretted that sex would not be quite as easy during that time. She shook her head. She was getting to be quite a sensual woman. And here she’d thought it was just an act.

"Hey there, tigress," came Peter's husky voice from the bed. She knew he appreciated her not being some kind of sexless, virtuous brainiac, no matter how that supposedly lent itself to being a homemaker. "Come here, you shameless strumpet."

She turned. He was holding out his hand to her. Mary Jane smiled shyly, then walked forward and took his hand. She let him pull her down to him, and her whole body tingled at the thought of what was going to happen. It never changed, and she loved it that way. He was going to caress her body, pull her into place, give her his lovely manhood—and probably in some surprisingly new and exciting way. She began trembling with anticipation. She was so happy to be married. They could do this all they wanted and the ring on her finger practically bragged about it.

Peter's mouth covered her pink nipples while his hands kneaded the two rounded hills of her beasts. She allowed him to pull her on top of him so that she straddled him and felt his virile, stiffening cock rubbing into the moist split of her labia. Immediately she felt herself getting wet in preparation for what she knew would be a flight through the galaxy. Peter was guiding her hips to position the tip of his cock at her tight entrance. They’d been so busy the past year, so stressed, but for the past two weeks they had been doing it three times a day and it was amazing how little everything else mattered when the sex was good. Mary Jane had learned to control her responses, had learned to move her young body so that she came to orgasm every time. Now the challenge was to hold back. Peter seemed to delight in tormenting her with a climax almost before she was ready.

She looked deep into her husband's bright eyes as she felt his cockhead stretching her, entering her. Oh! This is different! she hummed mentally as she felt it lance up inside her to depths that felt like they’d never before been probed.

Pleasure sliced through her loins as she found she could regulate the depth of penetration and Peter guided her shapely, smooth-skinned hips up and down. Her ass began gliding up and down faster and faster, more effectively, driving his beautiful prick in and out of her pussy.

Peter looked up at her wickedly beaming face, her full red lips parted with passion, her fire-red hair swirling about her head and shoulders, her big, pink-nippled tits jiggling with each downward stroke of her hips. She was the picture of aroused young womanhood, brimming with love and devotion, overwhelmed with emotion and physical joy, in the grip of romance. He looked down to the plump, silky-haired mound at the base of her belly, to the warm split where his cock went on disappearing and reappearing with soft, salacious, wet, sucking sounds.

Together they moved in this new position, harder, deeper, and faster until their moans and gasps of joy resounded through the room, thunder wracking their bodies as they began to come, as Peter's seed shot into her greedily accepting cunt. Their coming lasted for what seemed like an hour, and finally Peter lay exhausted as Mary Jane collapsed over him, still straddling him, his member locked in her flooded sex, her body covered with the sweat of her passionate efforts.

The honeymoon was ending now, she thought, as her breasts heaved with her impassioned breathing. Or at least, their reservation at the hotel was.

***

They called themselves the Pussycat Club. It was Peter’s idea, in a roundabout fashion, which would prove ironic quite soon.

He’d told Felicia about the totems, how there was a Spider-God who’d chosen him as its avatar, and how correspondingly many of his allies and enemies aspired to their own totems. Felicia was a cat, obviously. So it stood to reason that other feline-themed marvels were aspirants to some Cat-God-Totem.

Maybe it was bullshit. A lot of guys, even smart guys like Peter, believed in at least a little crazy shinola. But she’d tested enough to find that she and her fellow felines, Hellcat and Tigra, got along just great, despite all their other differences. Maybe they really were in the same sorority.

They made a good tribe, swirling around the Manhattan nightlife, feeding on each other’s rawness and not giving a fuck, getting off on their own collective power. It was intimidating. It was supposed to be.

But some nights you just couldn’t reach it. No action, costumed or otherwise. Their energy tangled and crackled against each other, like cars drifting too close together, scratching each other up. 

“You know what sucks?” Tigra asked. “Slim pickings like this, one of us is going to have to go without. I just know this is going to end with two of you bitches going off with some guys you found, leaving me with nothing. The furry girl always gets picked last.”

“How do you know just one of us won’t get lucky?” Patsy replied. “Could be two of us strike out. Or even all three.”

“Then we could at least have a threesome,” Felicia said. “If we’re not all too depressed for it. What’s with us? Are we old?”

“We should have a threesome,” Patsy said. “With the first guy that comes along, I mean. Two of us would enjoy themselves and it’d leave another available guy out there for the third.”

“Why not just have a foursome?” Tigra asked. “As long as we’re at it?”

“What guy could keep up with all three of us?”

Suddenly, Felicia was smiling. It was like a drug had just kicked in. Like when the other two hadn’t been looking, some guy had approached her and made all the right moves. “What if I knew a guy?”

***

Peter came slowly awake after a long, restful sleep. His head rested on a soft, yet firm pillow. His body felt terrific, absolutely great, like he’d been able to feed off the sheer life in his night with MJ. He squeezed his pillow to find that it was a warm and silken thigh. For a moment he was puzzled as to what he found inches from his eyes. Then full intelligence returned. What he stared at was a graceful cunt, the red hairs just beginning to dry from his tonguing. He heard a couple of giggles.

He became aware that his cock, so richly emptied by Mary Jane, was hard once more. Impossible! There could be nothing left inside of him. Yet his prick thrilled and exulted with pleasure.

When he looked down Mary Jane's sweetly curved leg he saw why. At the foot of the bed Felicia and Patsy played with his penis, first one and then the other sucking on his stiff shaft.

Peter could’ve questioned it, but that seemed like a waste of time. Obviously, Mary Jane had arranged one last surprise for their honeymoon. She’d staked her claim with their vigorous lovemaking the night before, and now she was going to let him be borrowed for a few hours. 

"More?" he asked sleepily as lust began to flame inside him. 

"Your cock wants it," murmured Felicia.

He lifted his head. He was still on the bed. So were Patsy and Felicia, naked. Tigra, equally naked, was lying against Mary Jane, petting the redhead as she slowly came to. Peter put his head back down on Mary Jane's creamy thigh. She sighed and stirred. Her cunt brushed his mouth. Feeling the new lust capture him he opened his mouth and began to eat her out, bringing her fully awake with suction, his tongue and his teeth.

"Oh, Peter!" she whispered. She started to pull back, then realized the fun wasn't quite over, and pressed herself to his mouth, shivering in dawning arousal. Yes, it was almost dawn.

As Mary Jane flowed, he sucked her avidly, drinking down her body-warm juices, while she gasped and fucked faster and faster on his face. Patsy and Felicia were getting serious with his hard member, sucking and slurping his shaft, giving him teeth that dragged over excited nerves, hot closed mouths, and warm saliva.

"Uh, uh, uh," he said as he bucked happily. "Don't know... if have anything left."

"If it's there, we'll find it," laughed Patsy.

Mary Jane closed her milky thighs on his head, bucking in rapture, so he could no longer hear or see, with her belly close to his eyes. With the other two on his legs, sucking him off he was buried in nude, hot flesh. It was a strange and thrilling sensation to lie there, giving up his cock to whichever mouth was at work, while he gobbled Mary Jane's cunt and drove her crazy with pleasure. Faintly he could hear her gurgles and the other two laughing and sucking on his prick. It was total immersion and he wanted it to last forever.

"Mmmmmm," was the only sound he could make, and he was the only one who heard it but it was the exclamation of total satisfaction.

He tried to hold Mary Jane back as well as himself to stretch out this fantastic morning but his tongue on her hot little clit maddened her right up to orgasm. Maybe he made it last ten minutes, the best of his life. It was touch and go between the furious rich delight of his sucked cock and her writhings to ecstasy. She gave up her cunt slightly before his cock burst. He felt her throbs and whines with utter joy as he took her. Then she pulled away panting, murmuring, "Never... had it... so good!"

He grabbed her lower body, pressed his face into the satin-warm stomach, stiffened and gave himself up to his astonishing peak.

"Ah... yes" he yipped and then the jism shot off, an incredible amount after all he'd thrown off last night. Each gush brought him thrillingly alive as he shot off leaping sperm, first into Felicia's mouth and then into Patsy's as she grabbed his bursting manhood away to drink the rest of his shots.

"Ah, ah, ah," he expired completely, open and milked, glowing and relieved.

Mary Jane was cooing and sighing, caught in Tigra’s petting embrace like a flower inside pPrspex. Peter looked up at her lovingly as he watched the catwoman soothe her, Mary Jane petting her right back.

“What a wonderful idea you had, tiger,” Mary Jane said, scratching Tigra behind the ears. Tigra flexed her claws and dragged them lightly along Mary Jane’s sweat-soaked skin. “Mmmmm… I can’t keep up with you, but they sure can. Between the four of us, we’ll finally have you completely satisfied. And I get to enjoy the show…”

“Wait, wait,” Peter held up a hand. “Wonderful idea I had? I thought you invited them. Y’know, girltalk and all that?”

“You think girls talk about what orgies they want to have?” Tigra asked, kneading Mary Jane’s breast with little pinpricks of her claws.

Mary Jane brushed her hand away. “Well, if you didn’t invite them and I didn’t invite them, what’re they doing here?”

Felicia kissed Peter’s thigh. “We a little invited ourselves,” she said.

“Don’t be angry,” Patsy added.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, both of you,” Felicia said. “You just could never admit it without a little… nudge.”

“You call this a nudge?” Peter asked.

“If you want to punish me…” Felicia grinned, resting her chin on his pelvis. “I’ll throw myself on the court’s mercy.”

“God!” Mary Jane cried. “Anything to get off, this one.”

“You’re the one who went and married him,” Felicia said, patting Patsy sympathetically as the redhead cuddled against her. “Leave some for the rest of us, why don’t ya?”

“Let’s not fight,” Peter said. “Fighting means we’d have to move.”

“Part of you is moving,” Tigra pointed out.

Mary Jane huffed a sigh. “You know what? I’m cool with all of this. I kinda like the thought of all of you seeing what you’re missing, and envying me like hell.”

“That’s the spirit,” Felicia said.

“One thing, though.” Mary Jane reached down to fiddle with Peter’s hair. “If you want my Peter’s services, us Parkers expect something in return.”

“We do?” Peter asked.

“We do. And it’s your asses. Either leave now or let Peter fuck you in the ass.”

Felicia and Patsy looked at each other. Then they look at Peter’s cock, erecting itself massively between them. They got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, Felicia’s voluptuous body as mobile as ever, rippling with a tidal, oceanic pull through her curvy buttocks and supple breasts. Patsy was taller still, more slender, sylphlike, the very pertness of her slim body expressing itself in a vibrant quiver through her narrow ass and nubile breasts. There was something delicate and tempting to her sleek body, with its creamy whiteness and freckled luster.

Tigra got up to join them, her body powerful and athletic. Her fur was so fine and light that it was almost invisible, except for the orange, striped tattoo it gave her skin. Her tail swished behind her, in counterpoint to her swaying hips, their generous proportions reminding him of Mary Jane’s own, even if she weren’t quite so muscular as the bestial Avenger.

And Mary Jane got up too, moving graciously to the end of the line, where she leaned down and braced herself against the glass, her ass thrust out as if to provide a comparison to the others that she was in no fear of losing. "Let me have it up the ass, too.”

"You can help get them ready for me," Peter grinned.

“They’ll never be ready for you.”

Mary Jane waited for Peter to pick the first girl. Patsy. As he said, he wanted to stick with redheads for now. Tigra protested that she was a ginger, but Felicia pulled her tail and said that most of her hair was blonde, as long as you didn’t count her head…

Peter stood behind the three girls, his prick high and hard, precum drooling from it.

"Come on, red," Patsy wiggled. "Play with my cunt and slick my ass with juice, like Peter says."

Mary Jane moved up behind Patsy, dipped her best finger in her swollen, wettening cunt. When it was good and wet she rubbed the dew around on the cute pucker of Patsy's asshole.

Peter stood behind Patsy. Bending over, her legs wide apart, her ass was at just the right height. Gripping Patsy's hips, Peter pushed his prickhead against Patsy's orifice. He took his cock in his right hand and brushed his knob around to make her little asshole wet with his lubricant.

"Tell me, Watson, does it hurt?" Felicia asked, peering closely.

"It feels too damn good!" Mary Jane breathed.

Peter nudged his prick at her dainty asshole. Patsy trembled, tipping her hips back and up. Peter pushed harder. Patsy winced, and then his big prickhead started into her ass. Mary Jane shook with envy.

"Ohhhh, it hurts so good!" Patsy whined.

Patsy cringed and whimpered through being sodomized, her discomfort relieved with stressed moans as she accommodated the massive intrusion into her anus. Peter stroked her reed-thin back and her long crimson hair, plying it up and letting it flutter down back to her freckled skin. He never actually stopped, but he slowed dramatically, letting her parse how she was being entered, so it never grew truly painful. Her moans became more frequent, louder and deeper, and she rolled her head against Peter’s hand as he reached to her cheek and distracted her with a soothing stroke. She kissed his palm down to his fingers and sucked on his fingertips, desperately centering herself on the strange pleasure of his touch as the overbearing knowledge of how she was being invaded became more and more clear.

With about three inches of his prick in Patsy's ass, Peter rested. The wide smile on her face told the others how good it felt. "Now, reach down and play with your clit, Patsy," he said. "When you go off, your asshole tightens. You might just get me to come inside you."

"Oh, Peter, it already feels good!" Patsy exclaimed. "Give me more!"

Mary Jane watched Patsy shoot her right hand down under, to her cunt. Her fingers were busy on her clit, desperate between her thighs, the pressure turning her fingers white as she just pressed down on her core, rubbing, massaging, unable to really set up a rhythm with Peter claiming her, conquering her. But it still felt damned good, Mary Jane could tell, the relief of the sensation cutting the pain-pleasure in her ass like she was diluting a drug. Peter's hips trembled; he pushed more of himself into her ass. Patsy’s eyes rolled back in her head.

"Yeah," he muttered, stroking out, then back in. "Yeahhhh, you’ve got a damn fine ass, Patsy!"

"Oh, Peter, I'm about ready to cum!" Patsy gasped. He hand was flying on her cunt and clit.

"Cum, baby, cum for me!" Peter urged. His prick was now fully buried in Patsy's asshole. Patsy's legs shook, her face twisted. She was crying and her mouth was open with a never-ending sob, a hysterical grin pulling at the corners of her mouth, her expression transcendent in its pain. The only obvious sign of her ecstasy was how she desperately plied her fingers inside her sex, like she was determined to open a stubborn jar, like she had only seconds to do it.

"Come inside her, Parker!" Tigra breathed, standing in close.

"Uhhh, ohhhh, it's happening!" Patsy cried.

Her slim legs vibrated, Peter stroked in and out, and Patsy's fierce cry of delight rang around the penthouse. Her asshole did clench Peter's prick.

"Yeahhhh!" he growled. "Fuck, that's so damn tight, Patsy!"

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, and I thought I was just going to give you my pussy tonight. This is better!" Patsy whimpered. "I didn’t know—didn’t know it would feel this way!"

Peter patted her, her hand came away from her cunt, her fingers all slick with juices. Peter drew his cock out of Patsy's asshole. The girls and Mary Jane stared at his prick.

"Why didn't you shoot in my ass, Peter?" Patsy asked.

"I have three more assholes to fuck."

That includes me, too, Mary Jane thought, her lust leaking down her thighs. Maybe I'll be the one to take his jizz.

"Okay, Felicia, you’re next," Peter said.

"I’m surprised you could wait this long!" Felicia giggled, slapping her tight ass. Patsy rested in a chair nearby, legs sprawled. Mary Jane knew that Patsy had had enough for awhile; if it was possible for her to get enough, that is. Peter could be inspiring on that account.

Felicia was already starting her cunt play as Mary Jane used her lube to moisten Felicia's pretty little ass. Peter grinned his appreciation.

"You’re good with that stuff," he said.

"With the size of your prick, I have to be!" Mary Jane giggled.

Peter slipped his finger in Mary Jane's cunt and spread her juices around on the tip of his prick. Mary Jane was slicking up Felicia's ass. She got out of the way as Peter stepped up behind Felicia, just close enough that the tip of his dick touched the boisterous curve of her buttocks. He rested his hand on her shoulder, tightened his grip, heard Felicia sigh as his touch brought a touch of crisp pain to her overly sensitive body. She was keyed up, gagging for it, and she almost whimpered as he hauled her upright, making her wait just a little longer. 

Now she was standing up in front of him, her face to the glass, her back to him, almost sandwiched between him and the window as he stepped closer. He pushed her forward after a taunting whisk of his manhood between her cheeks, so that they were on more out of contact. Her perfect body pressed against the glass, her fabled breasts flattening against them, Felicia actually gasping as the chill of the touch raced through her naked body. Still, even as soft as they were, there was only so far such hefty masses could be manipulated. They stopped Felicia only so close to the window, almost like airbags in a collision. Peter brought his swollen cockhead against Felicia's dainty asshole and pushed, but didn’t go in. His lips were at Felicia’s ear as she trembled, lips wibbling, eyes fluttering, totally in his grasp.

“That was a naughty thing you did,” he said. “Interrupting my wife and I on our honeymoon. We might not’ve been in the mood for company.”

“Better to ask forgiveness than to beg permission,” Felicia said. “Remember the first time you fucked me in the ass?”

“I only put it in a little at a time.” He was whispering now, only speaking to Felicia. He knew that turned her on more, having a touch of intimacy with him, having something that was just hers, even if she wasn’t his wife, wasn’t even his mistress, just a slut that could distract him for an hour or two. She loved the challenge of being that slut. “Maybe this time I should go in all at once. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can take it.”

Felicia purred deep in her chest. “You’re too much of a sweetheart to really hurt me, Peter. But it’s fun to watch you try.”

“You know what MJ said I should do to you? She said I should slap your tits around a little some time. Like a spanking. She knows how sensitive they are when they’re that big.”

“Just as long as you fuck me, Spider. Just as long as you don’t make me do without.”

“Never.”

He forced himself into her ass, as hard as he’d said he would be, but he knew she could take it. Her anus reflexively convulsed around his shaft and her mouth fell open in a scream so tight it didn’t let sound out, just a long huff of heat that fogged the window glass. Then she bit her lower lip and her head drifted up with a long sigh.

"Uhhhh, ooohhhhh!" Felicia gasped. "Spider, that's so good!"

"Yeah," he muttered, his ass muscles bunching. "I’m surprised it’s so tight after last time.”

"You make me wait too long before fucking me. And I never let anyone touch my ass but you. Oh, Spider, fuck some cum up my ass!" Felicia whined, her right hand whipping her clit. Peter groaned and stroked his prick all the way into Felicia's asshole. Her legs trembled. Peter's grip on her hips held her steady. Felicia's legs were about ready to give way.

"Don't cum yet, Felicia, this is too fucking good," Peter said, stroking again and again. It looked like he was going to gush a load of jizz in Felicia's ass. His prick had gone in very smoothly.

She felt damn good. She knew how to take his cock, relaxing her hole as he went in, then clenching as he pulled out, making it easy to thrust into her, but it still felt as tight as ever. It was ironic, but he had to distract himself from how good her ass felt, play for time to stop himself from coming in her ass. He should’ve made her go last. She knew how to get his cum all too well.

He focused on her face and its ghostly reflection in the window. It was a lovely, mischievous face, sensual, succulent, slightly exotic, with her full lips, her strong eyebrows, her pert nose. Even now, her eyes were seductive, insinuating, meeting him in their reflection and begging for more. Whereas MJ had some wholesomeness, some all-American cuteness in her rounded face and its easy grin, Felicia was completely sexual. She couldn’t look innocent if she wanted to. And with ragged gasp ripping through her, fogging up the glass at her parted lips, flaring her nostrils and widening her eye with each thrust she took…

"I gotta cum!" Felicia cried. 

"You’ve got a nice, tight asshole, Cat," Peter growled. His thrusts quickened. He was cumming.

"Ohhhh, Spider, I'm cumming hard!" Felicia cried. "Fuck your spunk up in my ass!"

Peter groaned, his balls were knotted tightly at the root of his pumping prick. A few more strokes and he had his cum. He shouted, his ass whipped in and out, and Felicia screamed. Mary Jane knew how precious these few seconds were for Felicia. Her asshole was clenching around Peter's pumping prick.

Mary Jane dropped on her back between Peter's outspread legs. When his huge cock finally came out of Felicia's twitching asshole, a gush of spunk oozed out and a big glob of the white jizz dropped into Mary Jane's opened mouth.

She drank the hot, slick spunk, greedily catching the next pulse too. Peter now aimed his cock at Mary Jane's mouth so she could get every drop of excess spunk. It tasted so very good.

"Mrs. Parker, you must love sucking jizz!" Tigra giggled.

"If I can't have him cum inside me, I'll take it in my mouth," Mary Jane drawled, smacking her lips.

"It does looks tasty!" Tigra agreed. "Okay, Spidey, now it's my turn! You’re coming this time and MJ isn’t getting any of it!"

Peter grinned, his prick not as thick as before. Mary Jane got to her feet, another gush of arousal drooling down her thighs. Tigra wiggled into position against the window, her ass lifted up and out. Her boldly swollen cuntlips showed, too.

Mary Jane dropped into a chair, her cunt and tits flaming. Felicia staggered into another chair, her right hand on her cunt. Patsy was now recovered from her climax, and she moved over in front of Mary Jane.

"Red, let me suck your cunt," Patsy smiled. "I think you need a cum."

"As many as you can give me!" Mary Jane breathed, her thighs wide open in invitation. Patsy dropped to her knees between Mary Jane's legs. Peter was wetting Tigra's asshole with juice from her cunt. She was giggling and waving her ass at him.

"Spider, fuck me in the cunt, then my ass!"

"Good way to get nice and slick," he chuckled.

He had saved Tigra's ass for last. That tail seemed meant for a special occasion. Peter gripped Tigra's hips, bringing his prickhead against her cuntlips. She giggled, he drove his cock deep in Tigra's swollen cunt. His ass muscles flexed.

"Ohhhhh, Peter!" Tigra cried. "Fuck my pussy good!"

"Yeah," he muttered, driving his prick in hard. He let it soak while Tigra gasped and quivered. "That cunt is so damn tight and good I think I'll save your ass for later."

"Spider, you can fuck me in the ass any time. I need prick! I need prick in my cunt!"

Mary Jane shook with mounting lust. Patsy was lapping and sucking her cunt like she was starved for it. Patsy's long tongue was shooting far into Mary Jane's cunt, stroking almost like a cock. Mary Jane gripped her tender tits and watched Peter dog-fucking his sweet kitten. Felicia rested in her chair, playing with her cunt.

Give it to her, Peter, Mary Jane thought. Us redheads have to stick together…

"Ohhhh, I'm cumming, Spider!" Tigra wailed. "Fuck faster!"

Her tail flicked as if she were being shocked with every stroke Peter gave her. It lashed against Peter’s muscular chest. When he slowed, it curled against his chest and wrapped around his neck. He pulled on it a little, making Tigra breathe harder. She reached behind herself and spread her cheeks with her hands, purring heatedly as she dug her claws into her own flesh.

"You cute little cunt!" Peter muttered, stroking hard. "I'm gonna shoot jizz clear up in your throat!"

The slap-slap of Peter's groin against Tigra's pretty ass, her whimpers of delight, started Mary Jane's own explosion.

"Eat my cunt hard, Patsy!" Mary Jane cried. "It's cumming good!"

Suddenly Patsy's right hand shot inward, her finger slid deliciously into Mary Jane's ass. Mary Jane's asshole clenched, her cunt tightened. Her clit stiffened and started pulsing.

"Fuuuuuuck, shiiiit, yesssss!" Mary Jane shouted.

Patsy's long tongue danced in Mary Jane's spasming cunt. Mary Jane's tits heaved in her clutching fingers. Throb after throb of cum raked her crotch and hips and tits.

Peter's loud, hoarse shout filled the air. The flex of his ass muscles, the curve of his back as he humped his prick in and out of Tigra's cunt, excited Mary Jane into another wild, furious cum. Patsy sucked and sucked.

Tigra cried out. "Spider, Spider, you're fucking your jizz way up in my cunt!"

"Yeah, baby!" Peter moaned agreement, humping his slender lover with a fervor the both frightened and excited her. "I'm putting a hot load way up in there!"

Mary Jane relaxed in her chair, panting and shaking. Patsy's clinging, sucking mouth finally lifted, and she smacked her lips.

"That's some tasty cunt, Mrs. Parker," Patsy smiled.

"You sure know how to make it cum good!" Mary Jane giggled. She looked over at Peter and Tigra. "Say, Felicia, why don't you go over and catch Peter's jizz when it dribbles out of Tigra's cunt?"

"Oh, yes!" Felicia exclaimed, leaping out of her chair.

“Here, kitty—kitty—kitty!” Peter grunted as he buried himself in Tigra for the last time. Her tail went rigid, standing straight-up like an exclamation point. Peter’s head fell back, exhaling through a satisfied smile as he let himself go in Tigra’s warm sex. The second cum was always better than the first. The sharp jolt of adrenaline-spiked lust was mostly gone, making it less a rush, more of a drawn-out, luxurious experience. He felt like he was bathing himself in Tigra, his whole body being massaged with some essence of her, as his body unwound with a steady unspooling of the process it had begun when he came in Felicia. Smooth, easy pumps hit Tigra one by one, Peter feeling them flowing out of him with a warm flush through his whole body, pulsing one at a time, as his seed filled Tigra up and flooded around his manhood. He felt it trickle out onto his balls, leadenly insensate and yet curiously anticipatory .

Tigra was gasping, moaning, groaning, losing herself in getting his cum and unable to believe that there was more, always more. She trilled happily as he seeped out of her, soaking the fur alongside her largely bare crotch. (Surprising everyone, she shaved.)

Gliding down between her ex’s spread-out legs, Felicia waited for Peter's cock to emerge from Tigra's well-fucked cunt. Finally his shrunken prick fell from her well-used cunt, and a stream of sticky white spunk splashed down into Felicia's waiting mouth. She swallowed and gulped the creamy jizz, along with Tigra’s juices.

"Mmmmmm!" Felicia gurgled, moving to her feet. "That's a lot of spunk, Spider. Nice of Mary Jane to leave so much for us."

Peter patted Tigra on the ass and moved over to take a chair at Mary Jane's right. His cunt-wet prick was shrinking, more spunk dripping from his hole.

"Spider, let me get the rest of your fuck!" Felicia giggled.

She sank to her knees between Peter's legs and lifted his prick until she could close her red lips around it. She sucked his cock and rolled her eyes. His prick began to harden again.

"Easy, Cat," Peter said, gazing down at Felicia. "Suck it slow and easy," Felicia gurgled her pleasure, slowing her mouth and head strokes. Tigra staggered over to a chair at Mary Jane's left and dropped her pretty ass down. Then, purring happily, she contorted her body around and began to lick Peter’s seed from her own groin.

“Shit,” Patsy said, eyebrows raised high. “If she can do that, what’s she want with a man?”    r