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Felicia could already feel herself surrendering to Peter, to her master. She could do nothing but lie there as Peter’s fat cock thrust through her breasts, into Mary Jane’s mouth. The redhead licked at it, pushing her tongue against his glanshole. MJ was enjoying herself, but from somewhere in her mind came the idea that if she made Peter come, there would be yet another exotic arrangement of their bodies, some game newer and even more exciting for them to play. So she licked with lavish vigor all over Peter’s purple cockhead.

Her tongue swirled under the corona and her lips suckled the sensitive areas underneath his collar. She kissed down to the upper slopes of Felicia’s breasts, which she also sucked on, imprinting hickeys in the snow-white flesh. But she’d disappointed her master, or at least not given him the proper encouragement to linger. As she worried at Felicia’s breast with her teeth, she felt the heat of Peter’s erection diminishing—it was sliding back through the soft, warm valley of the Felicia’s cleavage.

“God, you two are pulling my cum right out of me!” Peter moaned, thrusting back into the warmly tightened cleft provided by Mary Jane squeezing Felicia’s tits together. “Each of you are so good when it’s just the two of us—I didn’t see how it could be much better, even with both of you. But shit, Cat, your tits feel even better around my prick when it’s MJ squeezing them…”

He thrust into Felicia’s décolletage with easy power. She felt the soft friction of his MJ-lubricated prick pulling at the insides of her cleavage. It was erotic, turning her on but in the oddest way—with Mary Jane’s naked body pressed to her own, she sensed the redhead’s heart racing, her blood singing, the prickle of her skin growing aroused. Mary Jane getting turned on, turned her on. And she had to be doing the same to MJ. The contact of Peter’s throbbing erection between her tender breasts was both unbearable and tantalizing.

Peter thrust harder, faster, burning away the lubrication Mary Jane’s licking had provided. Felicia didn’t have to worry, though. Mary Jane wouldn’t allow herself to be left out. She buried her face in Felicia’s chest, exactly as her man had so many times, and lavished her tongue into it just like Peter was ravaging in with his cock.

Felicia felt her tongue flicking between her breasts, brushing over her skin and stroking across Peter’s manhood. Tasting it. Wetting it. And Felicia for good measure. The saliva smeared over Felicia’s cleavage, greasing it enough to slicken Peter’s motions. And turn Felicia on even more.

Her flesh seemed to ache sensually, the tingling feelings spiking as Peter’s endowment railroaded through, touching her pillowy bosom on all sides. Felicia could do nothing else but respond to this feeling of being sandwiched between Mary Jane’s mouth and Peter’s prick.

If she weren’t gagged, she would beg—tell Peter how much she wanted this. But it didn’t matter what she wanted. It was what her master desired that counted. All she could do was enjoy him taking what was his. And enjoying it was as easy as could be.

Mary Jane’s burning lips pressed into Felicia’s nipple, already pregnant with a kind of anticipation. The sucking mouth pulled at it, filling its overweening emptiness with satisfaction. And that was before Mary Jane bit down on it. Then Felicia was filled to excess, filled to bursting.

She arched her back and cried out, the pain lashing down into her plump breasts too much for her to bear, except for the answering surge of pleasure that came with it. That called out to her too sweetly—its ecstasy too much for her to ignore. She had to have more, no matter how it hurt!

“Go on and scream,” Mary Jane told her smugly. “Show Peter that’s all you can take. When he fucks you, that’s how much he’ll hold back—and it’ll all be saved up for me.”

Felicia gritted her teeth angrily. She knew Mary Jane wasn’t a sadist… wasn’t kinky enough to be one… so she was saying that to motivate her, to get Felicia out of her own head and back to focusing on Peter, pleasing Peter, thanking him for all the wonderful pleasures he would visit on their submissive bodies.

The way Mary Jane sucked and bit at her nipple told Felicia that the redhead was helping her. Peter’s harem plan had worked. Their rivalry was more or less on hold. All either of them wanted now was to service Peter. And if that meant fucking each other, they’d do it happily.

It wasn’t like it was a hardship to play together, no matter how hard they’d competed over Peter.

Peter rutted slowly in and out of the clinging heat between Felicia’s luscious breasts. The softly yielding flesh surrounded him entirely, pushing the pleasure of its feeling into his sensitive erection. Every inch of his manhood was caressed, going in and going out. The blood that swelled Felicia’s tits pounded with excitement and he felt it up and down his prick.

He had to strain to hold in the fiery eruption that was coming. He didn’t want to release so soon on his first performance with Felicia and Mary Jane as a double act. He wanted to show them who was in charge, and why. The fact that he’d already fucked both of them separately didn’t matter. How he did when they ganged up on him, that was the important thing. The supreme pleasure, the ultimate temptation, the only convincing inducement to weakness.

“You both get my cock, bitches! Enjoy it!” he told them as his cock passed all the way through Felicia’s marshmallow breasts and pushed out into Mary Jane’s mouth. Her soft, plump lips parted before it, while his engorged cockhead pulsed menacingly towards it.

Peter thrust his hips forward another inch and laid his glans down on top of MJ’s lower lip. Now it throbbed from Mary Jane’s mouth to between Felicia’s tits, all the way to the base of his cock and his thrumming, bloated balls, filled with enough sperm for both of them… twice over.