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Eight Legs For Three Ladies update
🕑 Added 2023-03-09 23:59:01 +0000 UTCFelicia jumped like she’d been jabbed by a needle. “Who’s that? Where are you? Show yourself!” she demanded, her words coming out rapid-fire, her shock at the interruption was so great it lent her prudishness.
“I would’ve thought you’d shown enough for all of us. And with Mary Jane here, well, that’s just overkill.”
He stepped out of the shadows, into the swath of moonlight that singled out the two women like God’s finger, pointing to the most desirous thing on Earth. Felicia pulled her blouse closed over her lush breasts, but that left her lower body unprotected. She let go of her lapels to reach down and cover her pussy with her hands, but her well-endowed chest betrayed her and pushed her undone blouse open again, giving Peter an unfettered view.
Peter just grinned at her, watching the rare sight of Felicia Hardy flustered, trying unsuccessfully to protect her modesty. Then she saw what her lack of modesty had done to Peter and her hands fell away from her lap entirely, kneading the firm muscle of her thighs as her mouth went slack and her eyes bulged.
Obviously stricken by the passion she’d shared with Mary Jane, Felicia now remembered the show she’d been treated to by Peter and Gwen. She wasn’t one to believe that turnabout was fair play—she did unto others as she wanted to do unto others—but in this case…
“Felicia Hardy,” Mary Jane said, “allow me to introduce you to Peter Parker.”
“Big fan,” Felicia said.
“I didn’t know I had any.”
“Not me, you.” Felicia’s wide eyes narrowed to slits, focusing again on his bulging erection. Now savoring the sight of it more than ever. “Very big fan…”
“I told her about you,” Mary Jane said. “That you were the kind of guy who could satisfy a girl and then keep his mouth shut about it. In fact, that you could satisfy one girl so well that you’d probably be enough for two girls…”
“And how did you two meet?” Peter asked.
“I’m pretty sure you just watched us ‘meet’. Now you want a replay?” Felicia teased, shucking off her blouse altogether.
“I think he wants to meet you,” Mary Jane said, skinning her panties off and finally fully amputating her bra. “I’ve handled the introductions—now let’s see you two get to know each other.”
Before Peter quite realized it, both women stood up, stark naked in front of him. With their lust for him in full bloom, their attractiveness was at its zenith. They simply could not be more appealing to him, young and gorgeous, wanting nothing more than his body and his pleasure and his love.
“Well, I was going to offer to let you use my bed,” Peter said. “Seems like the least you can do is let me use it with you…”
***
Peter lay around Mary Jane and Felicia, his arms around their nubile bodies. Encouraging them with tiny strokes and caresses to snuggle closer, until he could entirely span their shoulders and cup their breasts. One of MJ’s and one of Felicia’s. Rolling the stiffened nipples across his palms. Feeling their racing heartbeats stir the blood just under their skin, tingling on the pads of his fingers. God, the only thing more glorious than touching one of them so intimately was touching both at the same time.
Naked, his cock pulsed up from his groin, towering in the air like an angry snake. Peter opened his legs wider, as if to make room for it, and groaned as he felt his legs brush against those of Felicia, of Mary Jane.
All I need now is Gwen and we’re all set—one big happy family, Peter thought to himself, before striking the idea from his mind. He’d been phenomenally fortunate to get these two beauties into bed. To add Gwen to the mix was asking for a miracle, and anything but fair to this pair who desperately deserved his full attention…
“You’re lucky you saw him first… I might’ve been too greedy a bitch to share, if it were just me,” Felicia teased Mary Jane across Peter’s body, lowering her mouth to run her tongue over Peter’s hairy chest, licking up the heady sweat that glistened on his pecs.
It was pure masculinity and Mary Jane shared it with her, ducking her head and kissing into the other broad, well-defined pec that jutted from Peter’s lean torso… so much muscle that it was hard to believe he could hide it with baggy shirts and thick jackets.
She sucked at the sweat that sprang up, compelled from his skin by the feverish heat of two women crowding in on him, fondling his body. Both exploring it for themselves and showcasing it to the sapphic lover he was being split with.
Peter’s chest now gleamed with saliva, the taste of his sweat long since lost to the two women’s tongues. There was nothing left for them to be tempted by but his nipples and with a shared grin, Peter’s lovers happily went to them.
Mary Jane on his left, taking the left nipple between her lips, and Felicia on his right, biting down on the right nipple. Peter could only moan as their tongues swirled, their teeth chewed, filling his flesh with a passion that made what he’d felt when he watched the two women seem like no more than a mild allergic reaction.
Felicia’s hand dripped down his physique with the sweetness of honey, not stopping until it’d sampled every muscle above his cock. Her slender fingers wrapped around that swollen heft—its aroused liveliness drummed against her palm, carrying Peter’s own excited pulse.
She thumbed the knob of his erection and felt the stickiness of his precum cling to her fingerprint. A stroke of her thumb and she’d pulled his foreskin down from his glans. The texture of his cockhead was smoothly marbled, seething with heat, glossy with precum that titillated the surface of her skin. Felicia licked her way up Peter’s throat, knowing that if her mouth were on his erection, the taste would be even more delectable.
“Are you ready, Mr. Parker?” she asked, inching her way down his body, sweeping her breasts over a figure that rippled with muscle. There was more sweat to taste on his sternum, his abs, beaded in the trail of body hair that led downward until her chin brushed against the tip of his masculinity.
The musk of his seeping precum surged into her senses. Felicia groaned with delirious hunger, knowing there was nothing better than what she was about to get.
“Wait for me,” Mary Jane said. She didn’t roll her body down Peter’s, but turned, rearranging herself to his supine form so that her hips were parked beside his face, her luscious glutes on full display to Peter even as she treated herself to all he had to offer.
“Oh, you want some too?” Felicia asked, mock-surprised, then tittering with kittenish delight at their combined naughtiness. Two women who had been exactly as slutty as each other, with each other, and now with a man. Their man.
“I have half,” Mary Jane replied. “And I want a sexy bitch like you treating the other half just as nicely.”
“That’s too bad. Because if there’s one thing I’m just no good at—it’s ‘nice.’”
“Ladies,” Peter groaned. “Is there any chance you could save the repartee for later and put at least one of your mouths to work?”
“At least one?” Felicia trilled with shock. “You mean he doesn’t want both of us?”
“He really is too humble. A cock like that absolutely deserves two.”
“It might even rate a titjob.” Felicia smiled wickedly at MJ. “Or a little backdoor action, if it’s you.”
“You think I couldn’t give him a titjob?”
“Well, it’d be more of a tit hobby…”
“Girls!” Peter cried.
Felicia and Mary Jane giggled together.
“Fun to tease him,” MJ noted.
“Even funner not to,” Felicia retorted, and her mouth opened wide…
