“Okay now, are you ready for it?” Peter asked, spreading Felicia’s asscheeks.
But he wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to Mary Jane. Even while his eyes were all over the pink, puckered opening of Felicia’s anus.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Mary Jane groaned, vibrating a little, feeling her own nerves mixed with Felicia’s neediness.
The symbiote bound them together, made it so she felt whatever the Cat felt… a chance for her to indulge in anal sex without losing her virginity there. To know if it was worth it without totally ODing on pain. Because Felicia absolutely did anal. And now, Mary Jane did too. Sort of.
“She’s ready,” Felicia said, her voice a deep purr. “She’s excited about it. She’s all up in her head, but I can feel her heart racing. She can’t wait to share what you and I do together, Spider.”
“With tits like yours, you really don’t have to do ASMR too,” Mary Jane spat.
Felicia chuckled. “You want to beg for it or should I? Go on. It’s fun to ask for it. Then when you get it, you totally feel like his bitch.”
Mary Jane bit her lip, unable to admit it, but Felicia raised an eyebrow at her. What she’d told Peter wasn’t the half of it. Mary Jane was exhilarated… she’d always wondered about anal sex and if Peter weren’t so big… but then, Felicia could take him. Of course, Felicia could probably take the Rhino if it came right down to it.
“Okay, rude,” Felicia snapped. Stupid symbiote link. “Just for that, you have to beg. Peter, don’t you dare fuck me until she begs.”
Mary Jane rolled her eyes. “Please fuck her with your cock, tiger! She really wants it in her ass!”
“With feeling,” Felicia said. “Come on, you’re an actress. And you’d not even faking. Get a little method, will you?”
Mary Jane gritted her teeth. As much fun as Felicia was, she was also—this. “Fuck her, Peter! I want to feel you fuck her! Give it to both of us! I want us to be anal sluts together!”
“Much better,” Felicia mewled, with Peter crushing down on her body; unable to wait until she gave him permission. Not that he needed it, when she’d done everything to show him she was his.
Mary Jane cried out, feeling pain stab into her ass. Even without Peter actually penetrating her, her mind was a maelstrom of Felicia’s sensations, Felicia’s lust, and her own churning feelings. Revulsion at the pain she was experiencing, and yet… it wasn’t that bad. And Peter’s cock was always so good. And Felicia was so excited; she wouldn’t be unless she really, really liked what was about to happen.
Peter wriggled around, getting his cockhead to Felicia’s asshole. After a few moments where Mary Jane wanted to scream from suspense, he lifted his body, then brought it down on Felicia, pushing into her rectum.
“Yeah, that’s much better,” he groaned, kissing around the locks of white hair that covered the back of Felicia’s neck.
Mary Jane couldn’t believe that she was really feeling something so intense. All she registered from Felicia was pleasure, but it felt to her like he was bruising the walls of her rectum. Yet Felicia didn’t tense up. She managed to keep nice and loose, giving Peter only the friction of his too-big cock in a passage that just had to spread.
“Just relax,” Felicia purred to her, voice gritty with the immensity of what she was feeling. “If you don’t, you’ll never survive when you’re really getting ass-fucked.”
Mary Jane couldn’t answer her. She looked to Peter, poised above Felicia like some demonic presence ravishing her angelic beauty. “This is comfortable for you? It feels like her ass is strangling you…”
Peter huffed a laugh and smiled. “God, MJ, you don’t know how fucking good it is.” He reached under Felicia’s body and got in a feel of her massive breasts. “This sweet ass to fuck and these huge tits to play with… it’s a wonder I ever take it out.”
Felicia purred out a smile. “Don’t be greedy, Spider. Mary Jane will want a turn too. We can’t let that dumptruck ass of hers go without getting fucked—”
“Come for me first,” Peter husked in her ear, his voice trailing off hungrily, and Mary Jane felt a jagged spike of arousal—she didn’t know whether it was hers or Felicia’s. Maybe both of them. Even if she weren’t feeling what Felicia was, she’d still want the cat burglar to have an anal orgasm. Just the sight of it…
He kneaded Felicia’s breasts and for a moment MJ envied him—there was no point in envying Felicia, when she could feel exactly how sensitive those enormous mammaries were, all the tender sensations spiraling out of them at Peter’s touch, and his warm mouth too, kissing the back of her neck, Felicia’s neck. And his cock… his absurdly hard, big cock… sinking slowly into Felicia’s asshole.
Mary Jane wondered how long he could possibly last in that exquisite tightness. Five minutes? Ten? But did it matter? Every second was its own wounded orgasm, gemlike in its perfection, a cut-crystal precise balance of pleasure and pain.
“You’ll have to relax more than that,” Peter said, his voice grinded out of him, as he looked at Mary Jane’s glutes clenching up like Felicia’s wouldn’t, couldn’t. “If you want to try it.”
Mary Jane sighed loudly and forced herself to relax, to loosen—to emulate Felicia, training her body to respond as the cat burglar’s did. And she seemed to sink deeper into Felicia’s senses… feeling jostled about like a ragdoll when Peter’s muscular frame moved in, speared into her again, and sent a throb of pleasure through her that was indistinguishable from pain…
“Now she’s getting it,” Felicia grinned. “Now she likes it. Bring your pussy here, Red. I’ll eat you out while your husband reams me. We’ll all get off on it.” Her eyes rolled up in a pleasure that was as self-induced as it was wracked on her by Peter. “You know how he loves it when we get along…”