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Crime & Punishment 2
🕑 Added 2024-03-24 14:00:02 +0000 UTC“I wanna see how hard someone else comes for you,” Mary Jane whispered in Peter’s ear before pressing him forward.
A sigh of pure pleasure billowed from Felicia’s pillowy lips when she felt Peter against her. Even with his wife there, Peter couldn’t resist nudging his reddened cockhead against the waiting heat of Felicia’s white-fleeced pussy. She tensed, quivering in delicious anticipation at the tip of his prick.
Peter heard a sharp intake of breath from Mary Jane. She really did want to see him fuck her.
Felicia’s breath came in short gasp. She wiggled her hips, trying to get him to impale her, to tempt him into giving her what she wanted. Peter still wouldn’t give in, though he hardly felt faithful at the moment, his glans lying against Felicia’s folds even if he hadn’t yet entered her.
“Oh, Spiddeeerr! Don’t tease!” Felicia cried in frustration.
“Don’t tease,” Mary Jane agreed, her whisper light as gossamer, guiding Peter’s hands to Felicia’s hips and then moving to make him pull them together. Joining inside of Felicia’s burning sex.
“Put it in! I need you so bad!”
Peter had made his masculine instincts play possum for as long as he could. The pressure pent up in his loins begged for release as loud as Felicia did. Mary Jane stroked his body, caressing and arousing him just as Felicia would if she weren’t so enticingly restrained.
With one demanding stroke, he forced all of his thick length into Felicia’s moist, roiling snatch. Letting her have it until he was balls deep inside of her. Her warm cunt pressed it tight around his rampant erection; he groaned with pleasure at the feel of her surrounding all his hardened need. Like a warm, swirling bath, inciting his body to one last exertion yet already starting to relax him.
Another whisper, quiet as a dream, but boiling in his head: “Say something, tiger. Let her know how much you like that pussy. You know how I like it when you tell me.”
“You feel like a virgin, Cat—hot, tight… and so damn grateful.”
Beads of sweat broke on Peter’s forehead and soaked his mask. He came out of Felicia only to burrow back into her. He ground his crotch forcefully into her groin, feeling his bloated balls nestle inside her thigh gap, as he put his hands on her supple ass and hungrily dug his fingers into the warm, decadent flesh.
Felicia squirmed inside and out, reacting with pleasure that rattled the air duct she was sticking out of. Her moans echoed inside its metal confines while Peter reamed her out over and over again, pausing only long enough to enjoy the tremors of pleasure and lust for more that wrapped around his fat cock.
Almost forcibly he was reminded of Mary Jane, as she circled around him, perching on the very air duct that Felicia was trapped in, her legs apart and showing him the scintillating view up her skirt.
He could only watch, motionless save for the thunder rolling through his erection, as Mary Jane thumbed the waistband of her panties and skinned them down her legs. Cheerleader-like, she stuck her legs up in the air, propelling her panties up to her feet, then playfully opening her legs and stretching her panties, before giving a jaunty little kick that sent her underwear up to be caught in the wind and blown God knows where.
Peter wondered who would find them and what he would think if he knew they belonged to supermodel Mary Jane Watson-Parker.
“Ohhh! Yes! I feel your cock getting even bigger!” Felicia keened. “What are you thinking of doing to me, Spider? And how soon can you do it?”
Peter was never so thankful for his mask. His eyes might’ve strayed down to Felicia’s quivering ass, pushed up against his groin until the buoyant flesh flattened on the abdominal vee that both women loved so much. But he forced his body to settle for the feel of Felicia’s cunt alone while drinking in the sight of Mary Jane’s red-tufted sex… and that gorgeous, movie star face… plump lips mouthing the words I need you.
Peter rolled his mask up over his mouth. With his lips exposed, Mary Jane splayed herself out, lifting her groin into the air, her skirt falling about her waist as photogenically as one of her modelling shoots.
He took his hands off Felicia’s ass—unable to believe he would be touching both women at once—and moved them to cup Mary Jane’s sex. His fingers described the trembling lips of her womanhood, then opened them. Baring the rich pink inside of her. Showing him where to lick. Her inner folds were visibly shuddering, glowing with wetness… as eager to massage his tongue as Felicia was enjoying doing the same to his member.
Peter watched the arousal run from Mary Jane’s convulsing opening. He ran his tongue through it, laving up the wetness of her lust. It was too delicious for him to ever get enough of it. He swirled his tongue in and out of Mary Jane, who was completely helpless under the onslaught of his tongue.
All she could do was cover her mouth and try not to let Felicia hear the moans and shrieks she was voicing. Her mind spun too fast to think. The redhead was lost in a sea of ecstatic thrills, Peter’s tongue creating a maelstrom that it was impossible for her to avoid. Her whole body jerked as she was covered with wave after wave of pure pleasure.
“More! Give it to me harder! Oh God, YES!” Felicia was all but screaming now, pressing up onto her tip toes to deliver her naked ass up to Peter’s hard fucking. Thrusting her wet cunt out into his thrusts to take as much of his driving erection as she could get.
Peter felt his control slipping, his coupled desire for Felicia and for Mary Jane becoming passion for its own sake—a selfish, wild need to climax that would use both women to be satisfied. His long, even strokes became urgent, even brutal, as he approached the precipice.
As greedy as his lust was, though, Felicia didn’t care; she enjoyed it. His deeply penetrating ruts brought fresh moans from Felicia every time he was hilted inside her. She kicked out her long, leather-clad legs and he wrapped his hands around them to hold them up, now positioning Felicia like a wheelbarrow and pulling her back into his plunging hips with each thrust.
He could hear her pounding her skull against the side of the air duct she was trapped in, actually shuffling Mary Jane around a little as his tongue feasted on her cunt with the same ravenousness that he was mounting Felicia’s with.
“OH! GGGHHHH! MORE!” Felicia panted, tossing her head from side to side, not caring if it dented the outside of the air duct. “Fuck me, Spider! Fuck me and never stop!”
Peter couldn’t reply, lost in the hot gluttony of delving into Mary Jane’s pussy, which was just as well. He didn’t think MJ would like to hear how much he was enjoying Felicia’s generous, abundantly female flesh.
But he couldn’t restrain his bodily excitement, had to speed up the tempo of his strokes, and Felicia felt that. She cried out, loving how much of his incredibly hard phallus he was cramming into her juicy slot, grinding her creamy thighs down into the hard metal that supported her.
Her greedy little pussy couldn’t get enough of being fucked, sucking and shuddering around his pounding cock, wetness running from it to dampen his balls—Peter couldn’t help but think of Mary Jane and all the cream surrounding his wiggling tongue. They were such a perfect match, these two girls. Peter knew of no one but the pair of them who gave themselves so entirely over to sexual abandon, to the complete voluptuous fulfillment of being fucked.
“Fuck, Spider, you’re so BIG!” Felicia trilled, no doubt with drool running down her chin, as always when she totally surrendered to her passion. “You just put it in and you fuck my little clitty! I love it! Fucking rub that big dick against my magic button! Come inside me and get me off! Kitty wants to come with all your hot cum inside her!”
It was obscene, but hearing her squeal made Peter think of how Mary Jane loved having her button pressed too. He ran his tongue up her convulsing slit and found the little red trigger straining to be satisfied.
Mary Jane moaned hotly as Peter’s tongue approached her throbbing clit. She wasn’t bothering to restrain her lustful satiation, but Felicia was in no position to notice. The redhead held her breath and angled her groin up, getting it nice and open for Peter’s sweeping tongue.
His tongue sought out her clit; she jerked when its tip swiped over it. Peter knew how sensitive that little thing was. He was sure she would go as wild as Felicia was: him flicking MJ’s clit back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of Felicia.
Far beyond the sexual thrill for himself was the knowledge that he was getting both these beauties off as only he could. It became an effort not to come; distracting himself with pleasing Mary Jane only made him more aroused, closer to his release. But Peter knew he wouldn’t truly be satisfied unless he got both these women off. Then he’d happily empty his bloated balls.
