Slaves of Spider-Man update (Patreon)

Felicia let out a pleased moan at the idea and Mary Jane released a hot breath. That was all the approval Peter needed. He straddled Felicia’s waist, shoving his cock into the deep valley between her breasts.

The cat burglar gasped at the feel of him, the heat radiating from his prick, pressing into the lavish heft of her tits. She raised her head, but still couldn’t see Peter’s manhood through her blindfold, she could only feel it. And with her hands webbed behind her back, that was all she could do. She couldn’t even protest—not with more web gagging her mouth—and not that she ever would.

She was Peter’s to do with as he wanted.

“Felicia, those tits of yours are so big, I almost don’t need to hold them together to fuck. Almost,” Peter mused aloud. “Now, how should I fuck them? I suppose I could web them together… not that you’ve ever needed a bra before, Cat…”

“Let me do it, master,” Mary Jane said. “I know you already let her eat her out, but I want more, I want to do more…” In a smaller voice, she added: “Help you with her like she helped you with me.”

“Alright. Turn around. Let me get your hands.”

Mary Jane presented her back to Peter. He gave her soft ass a love-tap, then undid the webbing binding her hands with preternatural skill—just pulling one thread and the entire thing came undone.

Mary Jane still wore her blindfold and didn’t move to take it off. Instead, she blindly ran her hands up Felicia’s body, the cat burglar cooing and undulating her form as Mary Jane touched her, until Mary Jane’s hands were clamped firmly on her plump breasts. The ample flesh was smooth and soft, filling her slender fingers with aplomb. A quiver passed into Mary Jane’s hands as she pressed the teats together and she realized Felicia was in ecstasy, enjoying surrendering to her as much as Peter.

Good.

Mary Jane squeezed as hard as she could. Felicia’s stiff nipples got more engorged, throbbing with a frightening amount of life between Mary Jane’s gripping thumbs and forefingers. MJ twisted them as she dug the rest of her fingers into Felicia’s tits. Helplessly, Felicia struggled against her bonds, but it was futile. Felicia would only receive what Peter and MJ gave her. She couldn’t get anything more no matter how hard she tried. With her mouth webbed up, she couldn’t even beg.

Now Mary Jane milked Felicia’s teats… pretending Peter had bred the other woman, a thought that brought a pleasing warmth down to her loins. She stroked from the outer slopes of Felicia’s tits all the way to the nipple, increasing the pressure as she neared the pink points that tipped Felicia’s areolas. The cat burglar’s harsh breaths told Mary Jane that she was getting hotter. She might not have any milk, but MJ was still getting plenty out of her. And there was still plenty to taste.

Lowering herself down to Felicia’s pliant, voluptuous body, Mary Jane licked underneath her right breast. She slid her tongue along its lowermost slope, circling above it with the tip of her tongue, then working the flat of it down the snowy white flesh of the other side. Only when she’d come all the way around to the bottom did she paint her way up to the red nipple, pulsing so hard.

She pushed the little marble around with her tongue, then skipped to the other breast, kissing it right on its own yearning tip, then working her tongue frantically down the slope toward where she’d started. Mary Jane wanted to lavish the cleavage between Felicia’s pendulous breasts with as much saliva as possible. That would make the fucking nice and easy for Peter, for her master.

“Hurry it up, slave. My cock’s getting impatient,” Peter said imperiously. He’d moved off of Felicia in going to undo Mary Jane’s bindings and now he waited, his cock out and throbbing. Even if Mary Jane couldn’t see him through her blindfold, she could feel the aroused masculinity in the air. Peter’s virility wouldn’t go denied for much longer.

Mary Jane grinned to herself. She knew what to do for her master. She slid off Felicia’s body, lying next to her on her side, her head resting over on Felicia’s shoulder. She was staring down between Felicia’s breasts, her lips nestled against the upper slope of the left one, waiting for Peter to insert himself into place. And Peter did, mounting Felicia’s midsection with his left leg kneeling between her body and Mary Jane’s, then easing his heavy cock through Felicia’s cleavage.

When his pelvis settled against the underside of her breasts, Mary Jane made her move. Dragging her face lovingly across Felicia’s chest, she kissed the engorged head of Peter’s member, licked her way down the veiny shaft, and finally found his pubic hair with her beautiful face. Peter groaned loudly, his hips making tentative thrusts as he felt both the warm softness of Felicia’s breasts around his manhood and Mary Jane’s luscious lips kissing at his groin.

They were all ready, all doing it, all enjoying themselves. Peter was fucking Felicia’s tits, but what he was really doing was mastering her, and he was mastering Mary Jane as well. She swooned to have him servicing her, giving her the satisfaction of letting her serve.

“Mmmm, yeah, these tits of yours feel as good as they look, Cat,” Peter sighed. He petted Mary Jane’s crimson hair with condescending love. “And that mouth always feels good on my cock, MJ.”

“Thank you, master,” Mary Jane purred, Felicia making her own muffled answer through the censoring web-gag. No doubt it was the same thing.

Peter pushed his stiff cock back and forth in the confines of Felicia’s full breasts a few times, getting a feel for the caress of her silky skin along his length. Mary Jane tightened her grip, pushing Felicia’s breasts together around Peter’s thick member. She forced them inward so tightly that the nipples almost touched.

Peter pushed himself in to the balls. Felicia gave a little jump as if trying to unseat him, but all she did was thrust him further up her chest. His cockhead skated along the hollow of her throat. When Felicia swallowed, Peter felt the bob on the tip of his prick.

And as he pulled back, Mary Jane dared to press her lips against his girth. His shaft dragged against them, feeling the spicy little caress along with the overwhelming massage in rubbing against Felicia’s cleavage.

“Would you like to suck me, slave?” Peter asked.

“MMMMM!” Felicia cried out, the gag effectively muffling her. She could’ve been roaring her approval of Mary Jane getting him in her mouth—or asking for Peter to use herlips instead. “MMPH! MMM!”

Mary Jane reached behind Felicia’s head and grabbed her by the hair. But she didn’t pull, she pressed, using her fisted hand to force Felicia’s head forward—lowering her chin to her collarbone. When Peter next thrust through Felicia’s décolletage, his cockhead brushed against her mouth. With Felicia gagged, that was all it could do.

But Mary Jane still seethed with the feeling of supremacy she had. She knew it wouldn’t last, that she was on top only so long as it wasn’t her turn to bottom. Peter was the only master here. But MJ knew she wouldn’t mind being dominated, even by Felicia, if it was on Peter’s orders. As long as she was his. And for now, she had the lovely bonus of being able to make Felicia do almost anything she wanted.

Whispering so that only Felicia could hear her, she said, “I’m going to suck him, Hardy. But don’t worry. When he comes in my mouth, I won’t swallow all of it. I’ll save some to spit in your face.”

Felicia moaned into her gag. It sounded like she was getting off already.

She pulled her closed hand between the mattress and the headboard, yanking Felicia down flat to the bed, so that she could splay her cheek on Felicia’s collarbone and offer her mouth to Peter, right through the cat burglar’s abundant cleavage.

“I’m ready to suck, master.”