Crime & Punishment 4 (Patreon)

Slowly, slowly, Felicia’s breathing stilled. The din of thundering blood that signaled her orgasmic pleasure began to quiet. Her thighs softened, letting her feet out from under her, but the webbing held her comfortably up. She only felt Peter’s member relax by a few degrees, but he leaned against her back and she knew she’d taken it out of him, even just lying there and taking it. Both of them were gasping for breath.

For minutes that seemed like hours, they shared the relished exhaustion of soaking in sweat, feeling pangs of orgasmic pleasure, his cock still deep inside her, their bodies held together like two magnets.

Peter felt Mary Jane’s cunt shudder and squirm and spasm. He kept at it, only a little, the bare minimum to keep her at her plateau for as long as possible without hurting her oversensitive folds. He waited until the last little tingle had fluttered through her walls, then he gently took his tongue away. Then he grinned at her. Smugly. As if to ask her how she’d liked climaxing as a duet.

Mary Jane was so astounded that she couldn’t respond, couldn’t even make a face. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, her nostrils flaring, her eyes glazed. She shook her head as if in disbelief and then tried unsuccessfully not to shudder as much as she was shuddering. She waited until her breathing was normal and then, looking Peter in the eye, she mouthed words as if speaking to her reflection in his lensed mask.

I never, ever, thought that it could be like that, she said, and even her silent lips were shaky with lingering pleasure. Even you haven’t made me come like that before. And Felicia…? She had to have.

Peter nodded, his smile widening. There was no doubt how Felicia had enjoyed herself. Even without feeling her convulsions, inside and out, it’d been clear from her voice that Felicia had been swept along on their passion all the way to its final consummation. He just wished he could see her face, because one look at Mary Jane told him the loving, utterly satisfied expression that a woman wore after coming like that. And the only thing better than seeing it on MJ would be spying it on Felicia’s beautiful face too.

Mary Jane’s face was still red and she looked like she’d just won the lottery. Even her eyes shined brighter than the usual mischievous spark they were gifted with. She was more beautiful than Peter had ever seen her—gloriously radiant. It was a testament to Felicia’s gorgeousness that she could even begin to compete with that, but there it was. The wondrousness of the familiar home. Always rivaled by the allure of the hidden mystery.

Mary Jane managed to sit up. She seemed about to say something, but Felicia spoke first: “Okay, Spider. That was fun, and you’ve had your fun, but there’s a difference between you seeing me butt-naked and anyone with a quadcopter seeing me. How about we move on to doing this without the webs? I promise I’ll make it as good as it was when I was your little bondage slut…”

Mary Jane clamped her hand over Peter’s mouth. She giggled lewdly.

“Spider, are you feeling alright? You sounded a little fey just now. I know we did it pretty hard, but you still have your balls on, right?”

Mary Jane knelt down behind Felicia and once more moved in to brush her lips over the cat burglar’s taut buttocks; closing her eyes and drawing in an appetizing sniff of her heated cunt, now that it was full of Peter’s steaming cum.

She opened her eyes. Felicia’s silvery pussy beckoned to her, spread out invitingly only an inch from her face. It was hot and juicy, sweet and freshly fucked. Rivulets of white-hot cum were still appearing on Felicia’s lips, dripping out of her pulsing folds and running out into her thatch of platinum pubic hair, joining the beads of creamy smooth arousal that already glistened there. Mary Jane’s excitement grew. As she watched, a droplet of Peter’s cum fell out of Felicia and hit the pavement of the roof. Mary Jane nearly moaned. She hated to see such a delicious treat go to waste, but she didn’t want to rush in and just start eating Felicia out. She wanted to savor this.

She’d never eaten pussy before. Many times she’d wanted to, but the opportunity had never presented itself. Or if it had, she’d let it pass her by, trusting that she had plenty of time to go everywhere and do everything. Then things with Peter had gotten serious and more serious and marriage serious and the time for experimentation was over. She didn’t want to cheat on her husband. She never would. But she was so curious! The conflict tied her up in knots. It got so that when she masturbated, Mary Jane wanted to taste her own fingers, fresh from orgasm, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She even felt neurotic about how much she liked going down on Peter after he’d been inside her—reassuring herself that she was mostly tasting him, her husband, who she loved with all her heart.

Felicia had to bring her back to this, which wasn’t cheating, and which certainly wasn’t hurting her beloved Peter at all: “Uhh, Spider, I appreciate that you don’t have a problem with doing a girl a favor, but you’re getting my hopes up here. You’re not really going to eat me out after you just whitewashed me, are you? I mean, take it from me, you are delectable, but you’ve never been the type of guy who—then again, if you are, can we try pegging?”

Mary Jane rolled her eyes. Her tongue came out and she eagerly ran it over Felicia’s cunt, tasting both her own dripping oils and the musk off Peter’s dick. The pungent aroma and bittersweet taste combined to make her want more, want to know what was all Peter and all Felicia. She stuck out her tongue a second time, sending it into Felicia’s wet pussy.

“HHHAAAGGGHHH!” The touch of a slippery tongue on her sex sent Felicia’s thoughts racing until they were a blur. Peter had always been good at oral sex, attentive to what worked and what didn’t and what his lover wanted from him—how could he not be, when MJ certainly wouldn’t settle for anything but the best? But this was simply astounding. It was like he knew… not just guessed, but knew… exactly what would produce the swirling feelings of passion that Felicia experienced.

Mary Jane’s tongue sank in deep, hooking and wiggling to capture all the many tastes inside Felicia’s cunt. Then Mary Jane hauled it out and made a slippery, skidding circle around Felicia’s clit. The cat burglar thought she would pass out from how extreme the sensations had grown.

“HHUUUNNH!” Felicia groaned. “Oh fuck, that’s incredible! You like the way that pussy tastes, huh? So fucking yummy with your cream in it, dontcha think?”

Deep in her pussy, Mary Jane caught the taste that was purely Peter—thicker, tart, and deep—inundating Mary Jane’s taste buds to make Felicia’s flavor seem weak in comparison. She slipped her tongue out to swish it around in her mouth, then dipped right back in, eagerly tasting her way through Felicia’s womanhood to get back to all the cum Peter had deposited in there. As much as she liked drinking him straight from the source, this was an absolutely decadent way to taste her husband—Mary Jane loved it so much, she trembled.

Then Felicia let out a long wail, feeling Peter’s tongue moving over her pert ass. She couldn’t believe it: there was a tongue still in her pussy, but also one licking her ass, holding her by the hips, spreading her buttocks apart to expose her anus… and it felt so good!

“Peter, how are you doing this?” Felicia gasped, bouncing her ass up and down, flexing her cheeks, tightening them so they closed in on the face he shoved between her buttocks. “Your tongue’s in your pussy and… oh God… you’re kissing my ass! Oh God! I’ve told you that plenty over the years, but I never thought it’d feel this good! Oh shit, baby, it’s the symbiote, isn’t it? Fuck, I don’t care if our color schemes match again! Fuck me with every tentacle you’ve got! I already love it!”

She felt his wonderful tongue roiling deep inside her. It was an amazing sensation. Feeling his stiff tongue entering her at the same time another tongue, or tentacle, who cared?, rubbed at her clit. Rimming her and reaming her and Felicia growled, pounding at the duct on all sides of her, wishing she could get free and assist Peter in stimulating her body. It was insane to think that he was doing all this while she was bound, unable to do anything but take and take and take.

A tongue scraped the sensitive walls of her pussy, leaving her inner muscles fluttering, clenching on the invader. Another tongue licked her asshole, unshaven face scraping against the smooth white flesh of her buttocks. Her cunt wetly sucked at whatever was inside it and she heard Peter smacking his lips—it was all things she had never felt before. Felicia loved the pleasure rushing through both her holes, almost seeming to connect them, and she loved it more and more until there was no more room in her for all her ecstasy. With a choking gasp, her mind departed, leaving her the drooling mess she would be until the memory of her rapture faded enough for other thoughts to make their way into her insensate pleasure.

When they did, the webbing had disintegrated. Felicia was able to pry herself out of the duct and make her way home. It was there she found lipstick on her ass. There were several kiss marks adoringly plastered over the sweep of her buttocks and the words ‘MJ’s favorite hole’ written in a shade that Felicia knew belonged to her rival. ‘Peter’s favorite hole’ was written on her inner thigh, just under her pussy.

She knew the graffiti was an invitation for more, but just then, Felicia couldn’t face the prospect. The knowledge that she’d been used and fucked and tasted by both Peter and his wife was simply too much.

She needed to masturbate before another minute went by. She ran to the drawer where she kept her dildo and her buttplug—Felicia needed to fuck both Peter and Mary Jane’s favorites.