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Mary Jane squealed, loud. Peter’s tongue was exactly where she needed it to be. It pinned her stiff clit down and screwed it against her pubic bone. Hot bursts of passion filled Mary Jane’s sex fuller than a cock ever could.

It felt too amazing; she had to moan and squeal, letting out all her delight in how Peter was fucking her, fucking her with his tongue while Felicia enjoyed his cock.

“GUUHHH!” A guttural groan flew out of Felicia’s mouth as she reached a new level of sensual gratification, all of her lustful body pulled into the orgiastic feeling.

She knew that Peter was getting her off—it was only a matter of time before all of her went into the climax that was building and building. She pumped her hips as best she could, working to masturbate Peter towards the eruption that would give her the last ingredient of her supreme pleasure.

The sudden, frenzied motion sent fresh, desirous spasms thundering through Peter’s cock. Felicia’s sex squeezed and shifted all around him. His driving need for release was growing stronger with each degree of heat his cum gained in his balls—churning and boiling, ready to spurt into Felicia’s hot cunt and make it even hotter.

Mary Jane’s heels beat against the ground under her. She just couldn’t keep still. Peter’s tongue flashed against her clit, over and over again, and each time it did the delight of it became more and more intense.

She’d never felt this way before. They felt like lightning strikes inside her body, blotting out her vision and burning her cunt. There was no way for Mary Jane to control herself when each passing moment could give her more of this ecstasy.

Felicia screamed her own uncontrollable passion, the only way she could take the unending onslaught of Peter’s massive cock rutting in and out of her clenched sex. The lewd sound of it sluicing through her coupled with the added spice of his heavy balls slapping against her juicy buttocks to drive her wild. She even felt his wiry body hair tickling at her puckered sphincter, a sensation she knew always came when Peter was drilling her to a totally unreal orgasm.

“Yes, YESSSS!” she hissed through gritted teeth. “So much PRIICCCKKK!”

“You have the tightest… hottest… little cunt… there is…” Peter moaned between laps at Mary Jane’s pussy—there was no point in worrying about his wife overhearing when she was as far gone as his tonguing had reduced her to.

He felt Felicia’s thigh muscles clasp and ram against his legs as she lunged back to needfully skewer herself on the thrusts he was making into her steamy cunt, furthering the impalement of his rock-hard erection. He felt her warm wetness quivering on every inch of his manhood, sliding back and forth with his pumping, her talented inner muscles pleasuring all of his engorged length.

“Suck me!” Mary Jane cried. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. There was no restraining herself, thinking of Felicia hearing her, with Peter’s head down between her thighs and his tongue treating her clitoris to a new level of rapture.

She had to scream out how aroused she was. It was the only thing she could do when she was about to come this hard. She would die if she didn’t get to the release that Peter’s lashing tongue promised with each second that it touched her.

Peter was startled to hear her crying out; he hadn’t expected she would do anything to give away that she was part of his sex with Felicia. But he liked the sound of her begging, even liked her telling him what to do. He wanted to go down on MJ better than anyone else ever had. Whatever she asked for, she would get. And so would Felicia.

Damn, it was a good feeling to be bringing them both to orgasm. The heady feeling of having both women desire him was now a full-on delirium. Peter knew he was the best fuck either of them would ever have.

Peter whipped Mary Jane’s clit one last time. Then he wrapped his lips around her stiff little button and sucked on it. He crushed it in his lips and flicked it with his hot tongue. All Mary Jane could do was enjoy herself.

“AAAGH!” Mary Jane wailed, too excited to speak. There was nothing left for her to do but cry out, shrieking at the ongoing massage of her sensitive bud.

Suddenly Felicia’s tightly kneading passage was gripping Peter so tightly that he had to fight not to go off then and there. His beautiful, busty cock-holster was seconds away from orgasming, giving all of herself over to his ramming weapon.

“NNNNHH! Oh, Spider!” Felicia screamed. “I’m, I’m there! I’M THEERREEEEE!”

And as always happened, Felicia’s mind flickered between the images of Spider-Man’s mask and Peter’s handsome face as she hit her peak. In her mind and thus to her body, she was making love to both men, being possessed by the two incredible individuals she had come to know so intimately.

The sweet, reliable Peter and her exciting, intoxicating Spider. She threw her hips back so violently that she almost threw him off of her, but he kept on her—there would be no end to Felicia’s mounting while her cunt was roiling so sweetly around his member.

Gurgles and moans echoed around in the air duct as Peter forced his prick as deep as it could go, making Felicia’s orgasmic pussy massage all of it. It was very nearly too much for Felicia to take, but her need allowed her to bear it. Her eyes crossed, her mouth hung open, she drooled as if all the thoughts that had fled her obliterated mind were now leaking out of her.

“Spider… Spider… Spider…” she sobbed over and over, tears of joy running down her soft cheeks from out of her glazed eyes.

“Tiger! Oooooh, tiger!” Mary Jane cried. “It’s happening! My pussy is almost there! I can feel it!”

Her pussy was rippling deep inside, far past where Peter’s tongue could reach. It felt like she was connected to a livewire. Colorful explosions burst behind her closed eyelids.

Peter felt her clit thrumming between his lips. Her entire slit was wet and hot, not from his saliva, but from her own creamy arousal. His tongue slid over her hard bud and Mary Jane’s whole body tensed.

“HHNNNN! Peter!” MJ screamed. Her body lifted up—she jammed her cunt into his face.

Back bent like a tightly drawn bow, she shuddered and shook so hard that it was almost impossible for Peter to keep his mouth on her clit. He grabbed her waist in both hands to make sure she couldn’t stop him from continuing her pleasure.

“More!” Mary Jane shrieked. “Please, I need more… just a little… hhaaa! YESSS! OHH!”

Her whole body convulsed. Mary Jane felt her clitoris drumming so hard that a dull roar made its way to her ears. She heard a high-pitched scream and barely grasped that she was the one making the noise.

Jolts of pleasure were coming so fast now that she felt like she was being carried away by a windstorm, pushed and twisted around violently, with only Peter’s face at her hot little clit keeping her even a little in this world instead of being transported off to wherever pure bliss came from.

Her womanhood gave a hard spasm. Artillery shells detonated inside her head; her ears started to ring. Luscious thrills shook her entire body and she came seeing a blinding flash of sheerest light.

The thrilling waves of sensuality went on and on. Mary Jane thought that if it were possible to die from coming, she would die now. She’d never been so aroused before this; now she was coming just as immensely.

She was sure that Peter must be soaking from all the cream that had escaped her convulsing pussy.

The combined sensations of Mary Jane and Felicia’s orgasmic frenzy was enough for Peter to reach his peak. Felicia felt his erection jerk and thunder deep inside her, swelling to its maximum with the cum rushing through it before he spurted right into her, rope after rope of white-hot seed with nowhere to go except her womb. His sperm-bloated balls demanded to be empty, giving all their blistering load to her eager hole.

“Jesus! God!” Peter shouted as he exploded, the sweat pouring down his body just as his rich, thick semen geysered straight to Felicia’s hunger. “Hnnh! So good, Felicia! Goddamn! That pussy was meant to take hot cum!”

“Yesss! Your hot cum! Fill me with your fucking babies, Spider! I don’t care if you breed me, just give it to me! Don’t fucking stoooopp!” Felicia squealed, eyes rolling up in her head as she felt his jizz landing deep at the core of her. They were locked together at their shared orgasm, their flesh all but one as they spasmed and strained to the next of their ecstatic throes.