Spider-pets update (Patreon)

She burst: once, twice, three times, then she lost count. Through it all, Peter’s stiff cock kept going like a piston into her roiling cunt.

“Fuck, you’re ruining me!” she groaned. “You’re stretching me—busting me wide open! I’ll die from this, goddamnit! Oh shit, I can’t stop coming!”

Peter slid his cock out of her. Mary Jane imagined his big stiff member: how it must look, dripping wet from her cunt, how big it had to be to go with what she had felt. Her mouth began to water, becoming just as damp as her sex. Thankfully, Peter took hold of his prick and rubbed it along the twitching slit of her raw, tender womanhood.

“Jesus, Peter!” she wailed. “It hurts, but it’s sooo fucking good!”

Peter padded over her, shuffling on all fours until he was straddling her chest. Feeling his nearness, his need, Mary Jane opened her mouth. Pressing her tongue down to the bottom to make room for his prick.

Peter shoved deep into her mouth. She sealed her lips around his girth and sucked, even as he pumped in and out. His hot, stiff erection glided over her tongue, scintillating her taste buds with the musky flavor of his arousal and the bittersweet taste that came from her own well-used pussy.

She mouthed his cock, milking it, stroking it with her tongue both for the taste and to please him. From the thrumming of Peter’s erection, Mary Jane knew he was almost there, that she only had a moment or two to enjoy sucking on him before she’d be inundated by his hot, salty cum.

Sucking as hard as she could, trying to memorize the taste and feel of his manhood between her lips, Mary Jane brought about his ejaculation. Peter erupted into her, his seed gushing out of him in torrential waves. Mary Jane sputtered as lips and throat took his cum, a lake of it suddenly held in her mouth. Then another burst was pushing the first down her gullet. She was drowning in his climax, but she would gladly suffocate if her last experience was the taste of his warm cream.

Reaching back, Peter cupped Mary Jane’s pussy and ground the heel of his hand into it. Still another orgasm rippled through Mary Jane, as if in answer to the one that was washing down her throat.

After a long while he was soft, and his sticky prick came out of her mouth. “You bastard,” Mary Jane moaned as soon as her mouth was empty.

Peter rolled her onto her side and lay down next to her, petting the sweat from her naked body. His flesh was warm and strong where it pressed against hers.

“You bastard,” she repeated. “It’s not enough to lock me up in this thing… you have to fuck my brains out too? Remind me that no other man could ever make me come the way you can?”

“Well, they can’t, now can they?” Peter retorted. “It’s just as well, this way. I wanted to fuck you all the time anyway, before, and now I can. And you enjoy it. And of course I enjoy it. Even Felicia and Gwen enjoy it.”

“Maybe I don’t care whether they enjoy it or not,” Mary Jane snapped.

“Me neither,” Peter answered readily. “But they do tend to—just like you.”

“No wonder you tied me up and treat me like some kind of sexual animal. It’s because you love me.”

“That’s right,” Peter agreed. “Now, do you want me to undo the blindfold and all that?”

“Not on your life. Not yet. Oh, Peter, I thought we wanted to be normal…”

“This is as close to normal as it gets. We do have a happy marriage after all. You’re enjoying yourself. I’m enjoying myself. Not that I wasn’t before, but Gwen—God, she was lovely, but it was like she was full of ice cubes. Meanwhile, you and Felicia were just so ravenous. How else could the three of you get along if not like this?”

“Of course you’re right, master. It’s a lot easier to get along when we’re all in the same boat. But let me be a little greedy, won’t you? Before I take any of this off?” She wiggled her ass back into his limp yet warm manhood. “I know this poor little guy has had a big workout, but that’s never stopped him before, now has it? And I just can’t feel like your bitch if you don’t make sure to use my ass, too. I know, it’s a pretty nasty thing, but if you can’t live without it, master, then I suppose I have no choice…”

Footsteps—only doubled—echoed through the room. Peter rolled to the side to see Felicia padding across the floor in her own bitchsuit. Other than that, she was wearing the same outfit as Mary Jane: nothing at all. And in her submissive costuming, she exuded the same lusciously defeated sensuality that Mary Jane showed, post-conquest.

She teetered up to the bed, delicately vulnerable, smiling like a Renaissance painting. “If those screams were any clue, I take it someone else just got tuned up into a properly sexy little whore. Sounds like it was hard work, Master Peter. Now how about you relax and take me for a ride? You know I’m always broken in just right…”

Peter grabbed up Mary Jane’s leash and, when Felicia came close enough, picked up hers as well. Each leash ended in a loop for the user to stick their hands through. Peter looped one leash through the other and pulled, drawing them together into a juncture until Mary Jane and Felicia were face to face. Sensing their master’s plan, they met in a wet kiss.

“You taste like Peter,” Felicia said knowingly. “And I bet if he gave me a mouthful, it would taste like you. Mmmm… no wonder my teachers were always trying to get me to share. It’s such a good idea.”