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Subject: {ASSM} (Dimitri M.) Spider-Man : Manipulations [3/5[ - (M/F, F/F, oral, drugs)
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        Spider-Man : Manipulations (3/5)

        She drew back until just the head of his cock remained inside of
her mouth, then she quickly lowered her mouth back down over the length
of his meat, sucking his cock in.
        "Oh yeah," moaned Harry, beginning to pump his cock slowly in
and out of Mary Jane's mouth, exposing and then burying the glistening
length of his cock-shaft.
        She bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, sucking and
slurping her mouth and tongue over his cock, bringing him closer and
closer towards orgasm, closer and closer until she sensed he was going to
blow.... and then she pulled her mouth away.
        "AH! AH!" he gasped,"Ah! Ah! Ah? MJ?"
        He opened his eyes, which had been screwed shut with the pleasure
as he felt her sucking on his cock, and the sight that greeted him was
almost enough to make him cum anyway.
        Mary Jane had moved further into the room, the very same room in
fact (although she didn't realize it till the next morning) where she had
lost her virginity to Flash Thompson, settled down on the carpet and spread
her legs wide, exposing her cunt to his gaze and the much wanted penetration
of his cock.
        "What are you waiting for, Harry?" she asked seductively, making
Harry swallow,"This?"
        She slowly dipped a finger into her cunt up to the first knuckle
and then slowly, carefully stroked it back and forth, letting out a soft
little coo of delight.
        A long, slow, delighted grin spread across Harry's face as he
watched Mary Jane running her finger up and down the tight slit of her
cunt.
        "Shit MJ, do you have any idea how hot you are," he moaned,
fisting his cock slowly, his prick still glistening and wet from her
mouth.  He walked into the lounge, dropping to his knees between her
out-spread thighs, staring down at the erotic sight of the incredibly
beautiful red-head masturbating herself, waiting to feel his cock inside
of her.
        He crawled over her, getting his cock into position as he lightly
kissed and nuzzled at her large tits, suckling on them momentarily before
he moved up to her mouth, slowly kissing her, sliding his tongue over
hers as his cock slid along her cunt, pressing against her finger, which
was slick with her own juices.
        She pulled her finger out and raised her ass up, clenching her
buttocks together as she spread her legs further, parting them so Harry
could slide his cock deep into her.
        They continued to kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouth,
Mary Jane lightly sucking on Harry's tongue inside of her mouth.  She
slowly slid her body up and down, loving the feel of his skin against
hers, rubbing against each other, her tits squashed against his chest,
her legs spread wide, his cock pressing firmly against her cunt.
        He reached down between his legs and grabbed the base of his shaft,
steadying his cock in hand.  Mary Jane slid a hand down and wrapped it
around his hand, both of them gripping his cock, and staring into his eyes,
Mary Jane pulled him forward as she lifted her own hips, sinking his cock
balls deep inside of her cunt.
        "OH!" she gasped, her eyes going wide, seeing the same look
in his own eyes,"OH.... oh... oh HARRY!"
        "Oh fuck me, shit!" gasped Harry,"Oh shit MJ, shit!"
        There was none of the pain and frustrated desire she had had with
Flash, and none of the quick, eager fuck-strokes of the three men she'd
had relationships with during College.  Instead she felt complete, totally
fill and satisfied, Harry's cock giving her something she'd never had
before, something only he could give her, something she desperately wanted.
        "Oh.... oh FUCK ME HARRY!" she screamed, and slammed her crotch
up against her own, mashing her clit against his pubic bone and moaning in
pure sexual pleasure.
        Harry didn't have to be asked twice, and he quickly began to
do just as he was told, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt with long,
powerful strokes that reduced Mary Jane to a squirming, sobbing, squealing
bundle of nerves, moaning and writhing beneath him in ecstasy.  Her hands
clawed at the carpet, twisting her head from side to side, whimpering
with pleasure as she felt his cock slamming in and out of her, giving her
a good fucking for the first time in her life, his crotch slapping against
her clitoris, balls slapping against her ass, all in time to the grunts
and moans and whining and whimpers and gasps coming from MJ.  She slammed
her hips up in time to Harry's fucking prick, grinding their crotches
together, her extremely fuckable ass clenching tightly as she slammed up
to meet his every stroke.
        "Oh YES!" she cried,"YES HARRY! You're fucking me! FUCKING ME!
FUCK ME!!!!"
        Harry plunged into her over and over again, all thoughts of
Gwen gone from either of their minds, replaced by the delightful and
unmistakable pleasure of their sex.  Mary Jane couldn't believe that
a cock could feel so good slamming in and out of her cunt, how much
pleasure could be drilled into her by the staccato beat of his balls
slapping against her ass, the feel of his hands sliding through her hair,
over her breasts, pinching her nipples, the knuckle of a thumb grinding
against her clitoris, all of it driving her to higher and higher plateaus
of sexual pleasure.
        She threw her arms around Harry's neck and drew him close to
her, kissing him hungrily, sucking on his tongue before forcing her own
deep into his mouth, licking him inside his cheeks.  Her long, sexy legs
spread wide and came up, wrapping themselves around Harry's waist and
squeezing him tight as she used him as an anchor to pull her cunt up
firmly against his cock again and again.
        Her back arched and she tossed her head back and forth, breaking
their kiss to gasp in a lungful of air, then expelling it as she cried out
in pleasure.
        She rammed her cunt up hard against his crotch, loving the feel of
his cock filling her over and over again, his pubic bone mashing firmly
against her clitoris, causing her to moan and cry out happily.
        Harry was using every trick he knew - without even thinking about
it - to bring her pleasure and hold of his own orgasm.  He wanted to be
like this forever, feeling the sucking heat of Mary Jane's cunt pulling
on his cock, her big breasts squashed against his chest and her mouth
against his.  He worked his hips in long, circuitous strokes, getting
maximum penetration at different angles, affecting different parts of her
crotch, driving her wild with each one.  Then he would pull his hips back
as far as he could with her legs wrapped around his waist, then slam back
deep into her, burying his full shaft deep into her pussy over and over
again.
        Mary Jane whimpered and squirmed beneath him, the harder his cock
slammed into her the more she loved it, the deeper he impaled his prick
into her dripping snatch, the more excited she got.
        Her hot cunt sucking on his prick, her cunt-walls tight and
massaging, her juices flowing steadily around it as she moaned and cried
out for more, slamming her hips hard against his with tireless need,
crying out for more, more, MORE!
        Every stroke of his cock into her, every time he filled her
up, everytime his shaft rode along her clitoris, she felt herself being
pushed closer and closer towards orgasm, and she didn't fight it, she
couldn't fight it, she was lost in a haze of sexual fulfillment.
        Harry's cock slammed into Mary Jane's cunt with a wet, sucking
sound as the constant pressure of their sticky, juicy bodies together and
apart again created a vacuum.  She was working her cunt up hard, her tight
ass liftng higher and higher, clenching so tight it almost looked like she
had only one ass-cheek with a line through it.
        Each successive thrust of his cock deep into her seemed to excite
them both more and more, each one better than the last, each one making her
cry with pleasure and him moan happily.
        "OH FUCK YES, HARRY!!!!" she cried,"OH YES! I'M GOING TO CUM HARRY!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM HARRY!"
        Her body stiffened as he slammed fully into her and ground his
crotch against her clitoris and cunt-lips, then began to shudder and twist
about, her vagina rippling and quivering around his deeply imbedded cock
as she came, clenching her teeth and then, figuring what the hell, opened
her mouth wide and let out an earth shattering scream of satisfaction.
        "Oh shit yeah MJ!" he cried,"ME TOO! I'M CUMMING INTO YOUR FUCKING
CUNT, MARY JANE!"
        His eyes squeezed shut as he felt her cunt grip firmly onto his
cock, milking it greedily as he blasted his cum deep into Mary Jane's
spasming, orgasming cunt.
        He moaned and collapsed on top of her as she let out a long,
low, guttural moan of satisfaction, then let her legs drop away from his
waist, her arms and legs splaying out to her sides.  She lay beneath
Harry, moaning and panting happily, for several minutes, and then Harry
roused long enough for them to have a long, slow and extremely erotic
kiss.
        They fell asleep in each other's arms, as they had the previous
three nights, and didn't awake until late the next morning.

        On the roof of the building across from the one Harry and MJ
were in, however, was a man who wouldn't get to sleep until about the same
time they were getting up.
        "A job well done," he chuckled, sliding his camera into it's bag
and heading off to his apartment, where he would develop the several rolls
of films he'd just taken in his darkroom.
        After that he'd select those he wanted for his private collection,
make doubles, then send them off to The Daily Tattler, which would be sure
to pay a handsome sum for pictures of Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson
getting over the death of their girlfriend and best friend respectively
in their own unique manner.


        Mary Jane felt alive and vibrant the next day, almost skipping
her way onto the grounds of Empire State University she was so happy.
        That all went away by the following day, however, when she beamed
her way onto Campus and found people staring at her.  Normally there was
nothing strange about that, she was an incredibly attractive young woman
with a great body and no know attached males, but these were different
looks.
        Most of the men looked her over as usual, but with a smug, almost
arrogant gaze, as if she wasn't something to be coveted but something
that was theirs and theirs alone.
        The women looked at her with a mixture of contempt, disbelief and
disgust, and she soon found out why.
        The Daily Tattler was one of many papers to be found on Campus,
and this particular one had the headline emblazoned upon it : Billionaire's
Son Has A Good Mourning!
        She scooped it up in disbelief, spotting the front cover's photo,
an extremely clear image of a red-head getting fucked hard on her back,
legs wrapped around the waist of the man fucking her.
        The photographer, who wasn't credited, had caught a particularly
good (or bad, depending on who you asked) moment to snap his photo,
getting a shot with both the man and the woman looking right at the camera,
making identification undeniable.
        Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson.
        She heard the whispers then, low muted voices, only certain words
audible, but all the more hurtful because they were obviously spoken louder
to get her attention.
        ".....Gwen was supposed to be her best friend...."
        ".....think she sent The Green Goblin...."
        ".....always been jealous...."
        ".....great tits on her, eh?...."
        ".....see that shot where you can see her cunt?...."
        ".....what a slut...."
        ".....body wasn't even cold...."
        It was too much for her, she turned and rushed away,
tears streaming down her face.


        "You. have. forty-nine. new. messages," stuttered out the answering
machine.
        "Oh no," she moaned, slumping down on her bed.  She knew she'd have
to face this sooner or later, she may as well make it sooner, she just
hadn't expected so many calls on an unlisted number.
        She punched the button for playback.
        "First. Message," spoke the emotionless voice of the machine.
        "Mary Jane.... this is your Aunt Anna.... well I.... um.... call
me, okay darling.?"
        "Second. Message."
        "Oh shit Mary Jane!" gasped Harry's voice,"I guess you've seen
it by now.... shit! I'll call you back okay."
        She buried her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with barely
stifled sobs.
        "Third. Message."
        "Mary Jane.... uhhh, this is Peter... Peter Parker? Anyway,
listen, I saw the... uh, well, anyway..... geez this is awkward, I think
that.... uuhhhh, damn, if you need a shoulder to cry on something, well,
give me a call okay, I'm staying with my Aunt May for the next couple of
weeks so... uh, your Aunt Anna will have the number."
        "Fourth. Message."
        "Mary Jane Watson, this is Howard Stern calling, hoping that
you'll be my lucky number, why don't you pick up and speak with that
pretty mouth of yours? Unless of course it's full, my Mother always told
me to never speak with my mouth full after all....."
        "Fifth. Message."
        "Howard here again baby! Listen, you done yet or did you bite
off more than you could chew? OUCH!"
        It went on in that vein, MJ eventually just fast forwarding
through them all until she came across the final message.
        "Mary Jane, baby! This is Sal over at Victorious Modeling,
just wanted to know if you've reconsidered our offer of employment? We're
always looking for new talent, MJ, and believe me, you are HOT! You'll be
on every magazine cover in the world by the time we're done with you,
believe me!"
        She snorted back a bitter laugh.
        "Anyways, babe, give me a call, anytime you want, just ask for
Sal!"
        She looked down at her books, then over at the phone, then back
at her books, remembering all the good times she'd had at College, good
times with Gwen.
        Gwen was dead.
        She picked up the phone and rang the number, one she knew off
by heart by now after all the attempts Victorious had made at signing
her up.
        "Can I speak to Sal, please?" she asked after only a moments
hesitation, fully prepared to finally leave behind the world of High
School and College, and all the bitchy gossiping that went along with
it.


        "Can you believe she's wearing THAT!" gasped Mary Jane, whispering
conspiratally into Naomi's ear,"In HER condition."
        Naomi stifled a rather un-Supermodel like snort of laughter
and lifted her glass of champagne in order to cover her response, just
as Mary Jane was doing with her palm.
        "You're so wicked, MJ!"
        "Not as wicked as her husband will be if the baby turns out to
have skin color closer to Mario's!"
        "Hah!" gasped Naomi, almost spitting out her mouthful of champagne.
        Suddenly the two were all smiles and laughter as the object of
their scrutiny came close.
        "Oh darling, you look wonderful!" gushed Naomi,"You're glowing!"
        "Positively radiant!" laughed MJ, pecking the air by the woman's
cheek as she did the same in turn.
        They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before her and her
elderly husband, the Count, moved on.
        "Oh wow, her skin looks like it's about to fall off of her face!"
chuckled Mary Jane.
        "Is she going on a trip?" asked Naomi,"Because she's got some
pretty big bags under her eyes!"
        "Maybe Calvin will use her for his next advertising campaign!"
        They cackled with false laughter before Naomi excused herself to
go and literally powder her nose.  Mary Jane was tempted to join her,
but a second later all thoughts of getting high disappeared as she spotted
a familiar face.
        "Flash?" she whispered, and moved closer, it WAS Flash.
        Turning, the former football star's eyes widened as he spotted
her, then a wide grin crossed his face and he moved towards her, throwing
his arms wide and scooping her up in a fierce hug, doing terrible damage
to her expensive dress, although she was too surprised to really notice
at the time.
        "Flash? What are you doing here?" she asked.
        "I'm here with Felicia Hardy," he replied with a grin, naming a
wealthy model who, while not up to the Supermodel level of fame that Mary
Jane and Naomi had reached, was extremely well known in The New York
Fashion Scene,"Geez Mary Jane, what has it been? 2 years?"
        "At least," she replied, still a bit dazed at finding Flash
Thompson at an extremely exclusive Fashion Party.  Seeing him all decked
out in a tuxedo had brought memories of the prom flooding back to her,
and she was having trouble getting her head straight,"It's good to see
you Flash, how are things going for you?"
        "Great MJ, great," he laughed,"I'm Head Coach at our old High
School, but that's not important, I'm doing a lot of work for the Community
now, cleaning up the old neighborhood, organizing sports to get kids out
of gangs, really giving something back!"
        "That's.... that's great Flash," she replied, looking around for
Harry.  It looked like Harry had become the Community equivalent of a Born
Again Christian, and she knew that any moment now he'd likely start telling
her how someone with her fame could do a lot of good work.....
        "You know MJ," he said, his wide grin dropping for a second before
returning in full force,"With your fame...."
        "Flash Thompson you dirty son of a bitch!" laughed a new voice,
and Harry Osborn slid up beside Flash, draping an arm around his shoulder
and hugging him close,"How the hell did you get past the door!"
        "Ha... Harry?" asked Flash,"So, you and MJ are still together?"
        "Course we are, Flash," chuckled Harry, turning Flash away from
Mary Jane and walking him away, moving towards the bar,"We just keep it
quiet so those bastard paparazzi won't bother us again, Mary Jane was
really cut up after last time...."
        That was an understatement, MJ thought to herself, remembering
that dark day over two years ago when she'd taken her last steps onto
Empire State University and the horror of a day that had followed.  Things
were far better now, she lived the jetset life of a Supermodel, traveling
around the world to exotic locations, getting paid millions to stand still
while photos were taken of her, appearing on chat-shows, attending premieres
and hanging out with the beautiful people.
        Life was good.
        "You must be Mary Jane Watson," chuckled a voice, and MJ turned
to find herself facing a strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps a little older
than herself, with glorious long white hair and what was obviously a
magnificently conditioned body beneath her figure hugging black dress.
        "Felicia Hardy, right?" asked Mary Jane,"I was just talking with
Flash."
        "I know," laughed Felicia, and Mary Jane found herself smiling
for no reason that she could fathom, something about Felicia just seemed
to speak to her,"Let me guess, the big Community Speech?"
        "Yeah," chuckled Mary Jane,"How did you know."
        "It's how we first met," replied Felicia,"He approached me at a
photo shoot I was doing and gave me the 'with your fame you could do a lot
of good' speech."
        "Oh geez," chuckled Mary Jane, raising a hand to her forehead
in mock exasperation, at the same time being careful not to mess with her
make-up,"What a catch, huh!"
        The two laughed together.
        "I had to admire his moxy, though," Felicia continued after a
moment,"And I agreed to help him out with a fund-raiser, I figured what
the hell, it'll be good PR anyway, but after that he had me on the hook
and now we're in a relationship."
        They both laughed again, and moved into a corner of the room to
continue their conversation, as Harry and Flash stood by the bar, chatting
away themselves.
        "I'm not really supposed to drink anymore," Flash was telling
Harry, who had just offered him a martini,"I got kicked out of College
for drinking too much and it became a big part of my life, I kicked the
habit and haven't drunken anything since."
        "Ahhh come on, Flash," chuckled Harry,"You're a big boy, one
drink isn't going to hurt you."
        "I'd rather no...."
        "You're not an alcoholic or anything, right," Harry interrupted,"I
mean, you didn't have to go to AA or anything, am I right?"
        "Well no...."
        "Well come on then, just one drink will be fine," Harry laughed,
pressing the martini into Flash's hand,"It'll be good for you, show you
that you're still in charge."
        "Well, I guess one drink can't hurt...." muttered Flash, obviously
a little unsure, but he took the drink from him.
        After all, he was Flash Thompson, he could handle one little
drink, couldn't he?
        While Harry Thompson quietly slipped the vial of pills back into
his pocket, now several pills short.


        Mary Jane threw her head back with a snort, eye firmly closed before
they shot open and she let out a long, low exhalation of breath.
        "Oh that shit is good," she said after a moment, causing Felicia
to chuckle.
        The white-haired beauty moved into MJ's place and bent over the
toilet-paper receptacle, pressing one finger against a nostril and snorting
up the line of cocaine left into the other.
        "Yeah!" she sniffed, stepping back and wiping her nose with her
fingers,"I know a guy."
        Mary Jane smiled as she felt the familiar buzz spread over her body,
stretching out to all of her extremities.  Her finger-tips and toes were
tingling and she could feel her nipples stiffen and grow erect beneath
her extremely expensive dress.  A twinge shot up through her crotch and
she let out a low moan, gently sliding her hands down over her hips, making
a show of pulling her dress down slightly.
        "Horny?" asked Felicia, causing Mary Jane to blush furiously.
        "Relax," laughed Felicia,"Good blow always does that to me, my
nipples get erect and my pussy gets wet and I need a good, hard fucking."
        Mary Jane gasped at the crude language coming from the beautiful
woman, but at the same time felt another twinge shoot through her crotch.
        "I... I don't know about that," she said at last,"I'm just feeling
a little light-headed is all."
        "Sure you are!" laughed Felicia, and then before Mary Jane could
react, the white-haired model reached out and grabbed MJ's dress on either
side of her eye-popping cleavage, tugging them down and revealing her
large, firm breasts and clearly erect nipples,"Light headed indeed!?!"
        "Hey, what are you doing?" asked Mary Jane, casting her eyes about
nervously, as if somehow a large hole might have been cut into the partition
wall, and hundreds of photographers would have gotten their way into it
to snaps more humiliating photos.
        "Oh calm down," chuckled Felicia,"Like you've never done anything
like this before!"
        "I haven't, stop... OH!" gasped Mary Jane as Felicia unexpectedly
cupped MJ's large breasts in her hands, lowered her head and took one
erect nipple into her mouth.
        "Oh no.... no this is wrong," gasped Mary Jane, even as she felt
a delightful shock of pleasure rush through her breasts, shooting up
through her nipples, throughout the flesh of her large, firm breasts,
firing up her neck and down her stomach simultaneously, a wave of pleasure
which hit her brain and her vagina at the same time and....
        "OH FUCK!" she gasped, her body hunching forward, hands slamming
against the two partition walls on either side of her as she hit the
quickest orgasm she'd ever had.
        Felicia pulled away and smiled at Mary Jane, who was staring at
her in shock, then roughly pulled the hem of MJ's designer dress up and
pressed her other hand roughly against her pussymound, cupping it firmly
and squeezing.
        "Oh fuck" Mary Jane repeated in disbelief, her voice barely a
whisper.
        "Yum, someone's all wet," chuckled Felicia, then slid her hand
down MJ's panties and slid a finger deep into the Supermodel's vagina,
making her roll her head and moan with the heretofore unknown
pleasure,"And hot!"
        "I've never... I mean I...." moaned Mary Jane,"Not with a woman."
        "Oh really?" chuckled Felicia,"You telling me that in your entire
life you've never done something even remotely homosexual?"
        A sudden flash of memory hit Mary Jane as she remembered being
14 years old, practicing french kissing with Gwen Stacy and the loooong
solo masturbation sessions she'd have after Gwen had gone home.  But that
didn't count, surely?
        "No," she whispered,"Never."
        "Well it's about time you did," chuckled Felicia,"Why don't we
get out of here."
        "Wha... what about Harry and Flash," she moaned.
        "Let's bring them with us," laughed Felicia,"The more the merrier!"
        Mary Jane felt a flush of excitement at the thought of such a
dirty act she was contemplating, and slowly nodded assent.

        After readjusting each other's dresses and making sure there was
no sign of cocaine on their faces, they stepped outside to a scene, a
rather disturbing one, as Flash Thompson was hauling himself up onto an
oaken table.
        "Whoze da man!" he roared drunkenly, side-stepping into a large
bowl of punch and almost going over.  He recovered and looked around at
the shocked (and also slightly bemused) elite of New York, various actors,
Politicians, models, Supermodels, the odd Crime-Lord, Designers, the
wealthy and the well connected.
        "Lookz at ya all!" he grunted, drawing himself up in drunken
dignity,"The oh-so rich and famous, living your vapid lizzle livez and
having yo lizzle self-congratzalatori parzies, patting each ozzer on the
backs for being so rich and famous and BORING!"
        "Oh shit, Flash," muttered Felicia, pushing her and Mary Jane
against the wall so that he wouldn't see them,"Why now of all times?"
        "Well yooze all live your bullshit lizzle lives, coz none of
you are really happy, yar a buncha degenerate fucks vampires living of
the life-blood of the hard-working man... none of you care abouz the kidz,
it's all about the kidz man....."
        He burst into tears and then with sudden finality slammed down onto
his ass on the punch bowl, his legs draped ridicicously over the side of
the large glass bowl.
        What had been muttered comments and the odd nervous laugh from
the assembled elite quickly changed to uproarious laughter at the pathetic
sight that Flash now was.  Felicia flopped her hair over her face and
lifted a forearm up over her eyes, grabbing MJ with the other arm and
pulling her away.
        "Let's get the hell out of here," she whispered furiously,"If
anyone finds out I'm with him I'll be finished in this town!"
        They moved away, Mary Jane grabbing an amused Harry Osborn along
the way and pulling her with him, and then they were heading out to try
something none of them ever had before.


        Once again it was the same apartment, the same place where Mary
Jane had lost her virginity to Flash Thompson, been introduced to the
pleasures of sex by Harry Osborn and now, with a little luck, where she
would have her first sexual experience with another female.
        But first certain precautions had to be taken.
        "Harry," she said, in no uncertain terms.
        "No problem, love," he replied with a smile, grabbing a remote
control from a shelf by the door.  He flicked a button and as Felicia
watched, shades turned and blocked out the magnificent view of the city.
        "And," MJ added.
        "Of course, dear," chuckled Harry, winking at Felicia as he
explained,"Infra-red."
        Another button click and the windows were sealed off by air-tight
metallic seals.
        "Wow, paranoid much!" chuckled Felicia.
        "It was bad enough them getting photos of us when I was a College
Student and Harry was just the son of Norman Osborn," offered Mary Jane
as a way of explaining her justifiable paranoia,"Now I'm a Supermodel and
Harry runs several of his Father's companies in his own right, I don't want
that rag making any more money of me."
        "Did we come here to discuss The Daily Tattler?" asked Harry with
a grin, pouring some champagne into three glasses,"Or to engage in lewd
sexual acts?"
        Felicia and Mary Jane exchanged startled glances, then grinned
at each other before sliding arms around their shoulders.
        "Lewd sexual acts sounds good to me, what about you Felicia?" she
asked.
        "That would be preferable, yes," chuckled Felicia, then turned
and lightly ran her tongue up the side of Mary Jane's face.  This startled
the beautiful red-head for a moment, then she turned and locked lips
with the white haired beauty, allowing Felicia's tongue to part her lips
and explore her mouth.
        Sudden memories of Gwen sprang up again in MJ's head, recalling
all those years ago with Gwen, when they had learned to kiss by practicing
on each other.
        But things had never reached the level they did with Felicia a
few moments later as the beautiful woman slid her hands down MJ's back
and gently cupped her firm buttocks, squeezing them as they ran their
tongues over each other.
        "Delightful," chuckled Harry, sipping his champagne with a grin
before he headed into the bedroom to get a sexual aid he knew they'd both
be into.
        When he returned Mary Jane and Felicia had mainly pulled their
expensive dresses away, revealing firm, sexy bodies that any man would
give his right eye to catch a glimpse of.
        Mary Jane was experimentally nursing on one of Felicia's breasts,
lightly nibbling at a plump, pink nipple as the white haired model lightly
stroked the red-head's hair.
        Harry grinned before going back to his preparations, pulling off
his clothes and moving the couch around into position.  He settled down onto
the couch, putting two glasses of champagne within easy reach as he opened
the small vials he had brought with him.

        End 3/5 

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