Capítulo 396: A Spectacular Foursome (Marvel)
A/N: A Spectacular Foursome was a pair of P atreon Poll Winners. Originally written back in 2019 over two parts, I've combined it to a one-shot for posting here on FF so people can enjoy!
Themes: Harem, Breeding, Fucked Silly
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Peter Parker was used to being ambushed. It was a sad thing to say, but in his line of work, it happened all too often, and with several years of superheroing under his belt at this point, yeah, he'd run into his fair share of problems. Sneaky surprise attacks were usually a supervillain's best tactic, at the end of the day. But of course, that was one of the reasons Peter excelled at kicking their asses and at escaping ambushes unscathed.
Thanks to his powers, the Amazing Spider-Man had a danger sense, one he called his spidey-sense. Sometimes it did arrive a LITTLE bit late, and it could be worked around if the trap was created properly, or if he was simply overwhelmed by the amount of firepower inherent in the ambush. But regardless, his danger sense had gotten Peter out of more jams than he could count. It was always there to warn him, just a moment before something bad was about to happen, before he or someone innocent was going to be hurt by something HE could stop.
So yeah, Peter was used to being ambushed. However, part of that was the fact that he was all too used to having prior warning beforehand. When he steps up to the door of his apartment and opens the door, there's no warning from his spidey-sense. As such, he's completely and utterly gobsmacked to find three of the most important women in his life waiting in his living room, all… sitting with one another and getting along.
The moment Peter closes the door behind him and steps into the living room, three sets of eyes snap towards him. Mary Jane Watson. Gwen Stacey. Liz Allan. Three gorgeous young women, all of whom hold a place in his heart, if he's being honest. And all of them, or at least one of them, it seems, know where the spare key to his apartment is hidden.
"Uh… ladies."
Peter sets down his book bag and eyes them all, gulping a little at what he sees. Rather than any of them being remotely ashamed of sneaking into his apartment, they seem all too smug about what they've managed to do in surprising him. Rather than them being divided as they always have been, eyeing each other up and growling under their breaths, they seem… strangely at ease and comfortable with one another.
Under any other circumstances, Peter would have said that was a good thing. As it were, having three of your ex-girlfriends all hanging out in your apartment at once was not what he would consider Bueno by any stretch of the word. He still carried a torch for all of them, if he was being honest. And all three were good people, considering the fact that they all knew he was secretly Spider-Man, and so far, none had blabbed to anyone about his secret.
But they were in the latter years of college now, and it'd been a long time since High School, which was when he and each of the three of them had given the dating thing a try. For different but at the same time similar reasons, it just hadn't worked out between him, or any of them. And even now, with his life in a pretty stable place where it might make sense to try again… Peter couldn't choose. He couldn't just pick one of them and leave the other two in the dust.
"Why don't you sit down, Peter."
That's Gwen. Brilliant, genius Gwen, looking at him rather hungrily, like a shark. She's gesturing to his armchair, the three women all sat on his sofa across the way. Peter half-expects MJ and Liz to pipe up to try and undermine Gwen… yet neither of them does. So… he sits. Liz is the next to speak up.
"Let's get right to the point. Each of us has made overtures to you in the last six months about getting back together."
Peter flushes at that. While true, he hadn't actually told any of them that the other two had made said overtures. But a glance at both MJ and Gwen showed that neither was at all surprised by what Liz was saying. It seemed that his exes had been talking about him without his knowledge. That… was ominous.
"Look, Peter. We all want to be with you. We all know the risks involved. Just like we all know that the only reason you won't choose any of us is because of the others. So, we've decided that the only way to have you choose is to give you the one thing you never got with any of us… our bodies."
What? Peter's mind blue screens for a moment as he just stares at Liz, wide-eyed. She can't be serious. But she is. She and MJ and Gwen… they're all serious. This is a prank. It has to be. He's being punked. Or, they're trying to trap him in some way, even if his danger sense STILL isn't going off. Maybe one of his Rogue's Gallery has found a way around it, and this is all an elaborate ruse?
"He's never going to just believe we mean it until we actually go through with it girls. And if you blondes can't get your act together, then I'll go first."
And like that, Mary Jane Watson stands up and shucks her shirt over her head, exposing a bountiful pair of breasts clad in a bra. That bra doesn't last for long either though, even as Gwen and Liz sputter at the disparaging comment thrown their way. And yet, neither of the other two women try to stop her as MJ strips her apple bottom jeans off of her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass either, nor do they raise a word of protest when MJ slips her panties off as well and then walks right over to where Peter is sat in his armchair, wordless.
"Just relax, Tiger. Let me handle the heavy-lifting."
He… doesn't know what to do, so he just doesn't do anything, even as MJ pulls his cock out of his pants and licks her lips at his size, stroking him up and down a few times. It's not like it's all that difficult to get him hard, not when her naked breasts are right in front of his face, along with the rest of her model-esque body.
Climbing on board, MJ's breath hitches as she impales herself on his cock, sliding down his length. Peter looks past her, to Gwen and Liz, trying to convey that he really, REALLY doesn't know what's going on, but each of the blondes he's pined after all these years are staring back at him with determined, flushed gazes… and then they exchange a glance with one another and stand up, only to begin removing their clothing as well.
"Oooh, fuck… Peter, you're so damn big. We should have done this back in high school, GOD!"
Peter can't help but groan as MJ tosses her head back, her hands on his shoulders, and climaxes around his cock even while continuing to ride it and gyrate across it. Her inner walls tighten and squeeze around his length, and she mewls quite happily. It feels really good, if Peter is being honest. Like, really, REALLY good. He can't exactly disagree with what MJ was saying. He too wishes they'd done this back in high school, but the furthest he'd gotten with any of the three girls before their relationships inevitably fell apart for one reason or another was kissing, and maybe some hand-stuff.
Now though, now he was buried inside of MJ's quim, a-and both Gwen and Liz were naked as well by this point, stroking themselves and preparing themselves for… f-for their turns. This had to be a fever dream. Maybe he'd tripped on his way home, hit his head, and was currently hallucinating. But even if that were the case, Peter didn't want it to stop. He didn't want any of this to stop.
He's not going to last long buried in a hot, velvety cunt like MJ's though, not when it's tightening and squeezing down so hard around his length. In the end, it's not long at all, only a couple more orgasms on her part, before Peter is groaning and cumming and MJ is swallowing up his attempt to warn her with a kiss, smashing her lips against his and grinding down on his cock as he empties his balls into her womb.
"Off. It's my turn."
Peter blinks, still a little dazed, but while MJ does scowl as she whips her head around to glare at Liz, she nonetheless does as she's told, climbing off of Peter's cock and making sure to give him one last smirk as she trails her fingers across his chest.
"We each get a turn with you, until you cum, Tiger. Those are the rules. But… if you want to go again once you're done with these floozies…"
Now this is the rivalry and the dislike that Peter expected to see between these three women. Liz just scoffs though as she kneels on the couch, leaning over the back of it and pressing herself up against the wall, one of her hands reaching back to spread her pussy lips wide.
"C'mon, Peter. Go ahead and give it to me. You know you want to~"
Gwen looks slightly annoyed from where she sits at the other end of the couch, but she doesn't try to gainsay Liz or take the other blonde's spot… so, Peter rises from the armchair and goes over to where there's yet another dripping cunt waiting for her. He's still half-expecting this to all be a hallucination, and he really hopes he's not somewhere out on the streets of NYC with his dick out… but fuck it, he's not passing up this opportunity.
His cock spears into Liz from behind, and the blonde lets out a throaty moan as Peter grabs her by the hips and fucks her hard, then and there. It's a LOT faster paced than his time with MJ was, mostly because he was still completely out of it, and more of a bystander in the fucking, rather than an active participant.
Now though, now it's Liz who's getting fucked BY him, rather than MJ fucking HERSELF on his cock. Peter takes the beautiful blonde from his high school days to pound town, and soon she's squealing in climax in a most satisfying way, his cock throbbing and his balls churning with arousal. When he cums inside of her a few moments later, Peter doesn't hold back, and this time, he doesn't even think about holding back. He wants her… he wants to seed her.
Before he can even fully recover, Gwen is at his side, pulling him out of Liz. For a moment, the brilliant young woman leans in and slides her mouth over his cock, slurping his length clean of the combined fluids from the previous two encounters. But she doesn't stay there, quickly drawing back and then laying on the couch as she uses her hold on his cock to draw him over to her.
She draws him down into a kiss then and keeps kissing him with her arms wrapped around his neck, even as Peter thrusts into her, finally penetrating her. He's having sex with Gwen Stacey, after fucking both Mary Jane Watson and Liz Allan, one after the other. It HAS to be a fever dream… but the thing is, it all feels too damn real.
He goes a little rough, maybe, fucking Gwen, kissing her, tongue intertwining with her tongue. He's not as gentle as he would be on say, a wedding night. If this is all just a dream, then it might be the only chance he ever gets to express the very primal feelings of longing that he has within him, directed at these three women. He's stopped himself from being with any one of them to avoid hurting the others, but now they're all here, and they're all willing… and Peter isn't going to stop for nothing.
He cums again, this time inside of Gwen, creampieing her right there on his sofa. And when he pulls out of her and stands up, leaving her to recover, MJ is the first to speak.
"Damn, Tiger. You're still rock fucking hard…"
Peter looks over at the fiery red head, and despite her earlier words, she still looks somewhat shaken by the fact that his large cock is still ready and raring to go. With a growl, Peter strides across the room, and before she can say or do anything, he grabs MJ's naked body up and pushes her against the wall. She's forced to wrap her arms and legs around him for support, even as Peter spears her cream-filled pussy again with his meaty length. He wastes no time in pounding into her, his eyes staring into MJ's green irises, watching her face contort in honest, mind breaking pleasure.
Once he's done with her, he doesn't stop there either. Liz is next, again, and then Gwen, and then all three of them, using their mouths to clean him off even as they jostle for position in front of him. Then, he goes back to fucking them, one after the other, and while they do attempt to take his attention away from each other here and there, with kisses and pressing their nude bodies up against his, Peter never stops fucking whoever he's fucking until AFTER he's pumped a thick load of seed up into their quims yet again.
The night becomes a bit of a blur, for the young man, truth be told. He thinks there's some anal involved at some point as well, and there's plenty of oral and vaginal, and quite a lot of tits to play with as well. He doesn't exactly lose his mind, but he certainly loses track of time and the world around them as… well, as he gets out everything, he's ever wanted to do to the three gorgeous girls in all the years he's known them.
And in the end, he falls asleep with their naked, soft bodies pressed up against his own on all sides, a satisfied smile on his face, sure that this probably wasn't real… but damn if he hadn't enjoyed himself.
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That sensation lasts until Peter wakes up the next morning and realizes that he's not alone in his bed. As he comes awake, there's a hot, wet mouth encircled around his cock, and two blondes curled into either side of him, staring at him with wicked smiles. Looking down the length of his naked, chiseled body, Peter finds MJ bobbing up and down on his shaft, though when their eyes meet, she pulls herself off of his cock with a pop and resorts to giving him a handjob as she grins at him and speaks.
"We've talked it over amongst ourselves, Peter. After yesterday… and half the night, we've come to a very simple conclusion. You have way too much stamina for just one woman. You'd almost certainly run any one of us dry, if we made you choose. So, we're going to share you, from now on."
Peter's mouth opens and closes a few times like a goldfish, words escaping him. But in the end, there's really only one response to give, at the end of the day.
"A-Alright then…"
And as MJ returns to handling his morning wood HER way, and Gwen and Liz lean in to begin kissing him and licking at his bared flesh, Peter knows he's made the right choice.
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Peter blinks as he steps into his apartment to once again find people waiting for him. This time it's not too surprising… MJ, Gwen, and Liz had all practically moved in at this point, and they were all planning on ending their leases soon so that they could pool their resources and perhaps look into purchasing a house. So, finding them waiting for him in his living room wasn't surprising like it was the first time it'd happened two weeks ago.
What WAS surprising was the fact that they weren't alone. With them is Elizabeth Brant, though Peter knows the leggy, altogether gorgeous brunette better as Betty. Betty smiles hesitantly as he walks into the room, eyebrow raised and gaze sweeping across his girlfriends, and the one friend who was a girl, but not currently sleeping with him.
"What's all this about then, guys?"
"I want in!"
Blinking as Betty jumps into the conversation feet first, as she always has, Peter turns his attention solely to her, as the other three women lean back and let Betty take the reins. Gwen and MJ both looked like they might have been about to speak up, but they close their mouths when Betty leans forward and speaks up for herself.
The brunette has a nervous energy about her, but the look on her face is one of pure excitement and sultry, seductive eagerness. Peter can only blink at her as she licks her lips rather salaciously.
"These fine ladies have told me what sort of thing you have going here, Peter Parker. They've also given me their blessing to join in on the fun. If you'll have me, we can consider this a trial run… and if you like what I bring to the table, then I'll be joining you all in this new place you're planning on moving into."
Peter just sort of stares for a moment. Really? He already had three gorgeous babes jonesing for his dick all the time. And they wanted to add a fourth? To be fair, Peter did end every night with exhausting the three girls he was already sleeping with on the regular. And ever since the four of them had gotten together, he'd found himself feeling a little strange, as if exhaustion was a thing of the past, and he actually couldn't get tired anymore.
That was impossible, of course, but it did feel less like he was burning the candle at both ends these days, and more like he was finally figuring things out. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but something about fucking three gorgeous babes silly day in and day out actually gave him MORE energy somehow. Which, sure, it was maybe a little suspicious, but Peter really didn't want to look into it too deeply, if he was being honest.
Regardless, he did have an issue to deal with, it seemed. Betty wanted in, and the others had already given their approval. What right did Peter have to say no? Well, it was his dick, so he supposed he had every right… but at the same time, WHY would he say no? A lopsided grin spreads across the young man's face and he shrugs his shoulders.
"Sounds good to me. Why don't you show me what you can do, Betty?"
At his challenging tone, Betty immediately rises from her seat, the brunette stalking across the living room to him, wearing two-inch high heels. And then, to Peter's surprise, she drops into a crouch like that, balancing all of her weight on those high heels with clear expertise as she puts herself at eye level with his crotch. Reaching up, she hesitates and looks up at him from her new position, a wicked sort of smirk on her lips.
"May I?"
Thoroughly reminded that he's surrounded by sexy, sassy, and altogether intelligent women, Peter swallows and nods, not able to take his eyes off of the brunette as Betty extracts his cock from his pants and begins to stroke it, right then and there, giving him a handjob in front of all three of his girlfriends, that Peter has to say… is one of the best handjobs he's ever had. And then she puts his mouth on his cock.
Throwing his head back, Peter groans as Betty bobs up and down on his knob without hesitation and without slowing down for even a moment. Of course, she's very focused on only the first few inches of his cock, using her hands for the rest of his sizable length. It's a mark of her experience, the fact that she can obviously tell immediately that she's not going to be able to take him all the way to the base without some 'help' from Peter.
But this is Betty's test run, so he's not going to interfere, at least not for now. And to be fair, so far, she's doing a pretty damn good job without him stepping in at all. Grinning, Peter lets Betty go to town on him for the next little while, noticing how she starts to slow down eventually, her jaw probably growing a bit sore.
He doesn't hold back or anything, but he has noticed that it's getting harder and harder for his girls to make him cum with just their mouths these days. It still makes for excellent foreplay, but if they want to bring him off with just their mouths and tongues, they need all three of them to do it, so that they can lip and lack and suck at every inch of his sizable shaft at the same time. Something that Betty simply can't manage on her own.
Eventually she pulls off, heaving for breath, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip and his cock as she stares at it, eyes slightly glazed over, slightly dazed, but mostly just frustrated. Glancing up at him, she blushes at her own perceived failure, and quickly pops out of her crouch, standing up and turning around to bend over the chair she'd been sat in, right then and there.
Grabbing the arms of the chair for support, Betty hikes up her dress and reaches back to pull her panties aside.
"Come get it, Peter. It's all yours… go ahead and sink that big, fat cock of yours deep inside of my tight little cunt."
Well, he's not one to say no to that, now is he? Striding over, Peter grabs Betty by her hips, holds her in place… and rams it in. Her cunt is dripping wet at this point, to be fair, and that's probably her only saving grace, because Peter is none-too-gentle as he slams his massive member deep into Betty's drooling quim without a single ounce of warning, before proceeding to jackhammer in and out of her rather fast and hard.
He doesn't necessarily WANT to be this rough with her, but if she's going to become part of whatever the hell this thing is that he's got between him and the others, well… she needs to know what she's getting into. So, Peter doesn't hold back. He doesn't show mercy. He doesn't hesitate to fuck Betty Brant as hard as he fucking can, until he's pulling her back from the chair and dragging her arms behind her back, holding her by the wrists and still slamming into her shaking, quivering backside with each and every thrust of his massive, thick cock.
The others are all touching themselves by the time he finishes with her. Peter finally cums, Betty's extremely tight, rapidly clenching insides finally milking him of his load, which he uses to fill her womb to the absolute brim. Letting her drop face first into the seat cushion of the chair in front of her, leaving her knelt there, laid out on said chair, Peter looks around the room at all of his moaning girlfriends and cocks his head to the side.
"… So? What do you think?"
"She'll get better, Peter. Just gotta give her a chance."
"She deserves this just as much as we do…"
"Mm, I liked her O-face. I want to see you make her look silly again and again."
Peter can't help but be a little surprised. He half-expected the three women to use this chance to tear Betty down or something, but instead they were propping her up. A smile spreads across his face as he moves towards MJ, intent on making her show him and the others HER O-face. Needless to say, the next several hours are full of endless debauchery and depravity.
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It's later that night, once Peter has properly exhausted all FOUR of his new living mates, that he gets dressed as Spider-Man and crawls out the bedroom window without waking any of them. In all fairness, they aren't so much sleeping as they are resting, recovering in mini pleasure comas from the way he plowed them all silly.
However, Peter doesn't even get further than his OWN rooftop before a familiar voice calls out to him.
"Going somewhere, Spider-Man?"
Blinking, Peter turns around to behold the smiling white-haired vixen that is Black Cat, otherwise known as Felicia Hardy, staring at him boldly… but also with a curious sort of glint in her eye.
"Black Cat. I hope you're not planning on stealing anything tonight."
That startles a laugh from the gorgeous femme fatale, and she begins to prowl forward, her smile only growing until it could be better described as a wide, wicked grin.
"Maybe I am, Spider-Man. Or maybe I don't want to steal some THING… but instead, some ONE."
Peter blinks at that, cocking his head to the side as he looks at the cat burglar in confusion from behind his signature mask. She'd never engaged in kidnapping or human trafficking before, so what the heck was she talking abo-
"Take me, Spider-Man!"
And like that, he had his hands full of a gorgeous kitty cat as Black Cat practically threw herself at him. Peter is a lot stronger than he looks though, so it's not like it's all that hard for him to hold her up as she wraps her arms and legs around his body. His hands do end up squeezing her leather-clad behind though rather harshly in the process, but that only makes Felicia moan, even as she yanks his mask up over his mouth but no further, and proceeds to kiss the ever-living daylights out of him.
To be fair, this wasn't the first time Felicia had done something like this. She WAS a criminal though, so these flings didn't tend to last. Of course, right now, even after the sex marathon that had been the last eight hours… Peter was still ready and raring to go about two seconds after Felicia's body impacted his. The kissing between the two of them only made him all the harder in his Spider-Man costume, his cock tenting his bottoms and rubbing up against Felicia's ass crack as a result.
When she pulls away, the white-haired cat burglar just grins and grinds her ass down onto Peter's erection.
"Mm, I see someone's happy to see me… and after what I caught you doing with those weak bitches down below. I guess they couldn't satisfy you, could they? No wonder the four of them had to band together to handle you. But I'm different. I'm all the woman you need. Let me prove it to you, and then we can leave these silly hussies in the dust, WISHING they were woman enough for your big… fat… cock."
For a moment, Peter freezes up as he processes Felicia's words. His first instinct is to reject her, to send her away, to defend the honor of his girlfriends, including his newest girlfriend. But he KNOWS Felicia Hardy. He knows the Black Cat. And he knows what she'll do if he tries to shut her down. She's not the kind of woman to take no for an answer.
… Better to show her instead. In a moment, Peter has Felicia slammed up against the wall of the roof-access and is kissing her again. She purrs at him, taking this as agreement, and clenches all the tighter around his body. It takes some maneuvering, but ultimately, Peter is able to get his cock out of his costume and Felicia shows him how to unzip the crotch of hers, exposing her cunt to the bulbous, massive head of his member.
"Soooo big, Spider-Man! I always knew you were well hung! Go on then, give Kitty her cream~"
Well, with an invitation like that, how was he supposed to refuse? Peter has to hold back a snort of derision, but he DOESN'T hold back when he thrusts forward and begins fucking her. Maybe it's the anger of Felicia's sheer audacity, maybe it's knowing that she can take it even more than the other girls because of her life of crime… but Peter is pretty sure he fucks the gorgeous cat burglar even hard than he'd fucked Betty Brant earlier that day.
He'd laid into Betty like he had because he didn't want her to have any misconceptions about what life with him would be like going forward. Even after her first fuck with him had temporarily broken her mind, however, Betty had been all sorts of gung-ho when she'd come back to consciousness, and she'd taken just as much part in the ensuing orgy-sex marathon that the original three had.
But with Felicia, Peter is like an animal, pounding into her with bruising force as he holds her up against the wall of the roof access. At first, the Black Cat is all about it, begging him for more, moaning wantonly, crying out lustfully, as if she thought she could wake up the others with her voice and have them come up and see his 'betrayal' or something. None of them were going to wake up any time soon though, and while Peter knew he was probably waking some of his neighbors, Felicia was yowling like a cat, and nobody wanted to deal with that shit.
So, he fucks her, and he fucks her, and he fucks her some more. At some point, Felicia's screams turn into mewls and murmurs. Her moans become groans as Peter continues to make use of her womb like it's his own personal meat condom. He rails into her incessantly, endlessly, and slowly but surely, Felicia begins to realize something critical… she isn't any better than the others are. She isn't any more capable of handling him alone then the others are.
When Peter finally finds himself about to cum, he doesn't cum inside of her. She hasn't EARNED that, and she may never earn it. Instead, he pulls out, and Felicia's weak arms and legs fall away from him as she slumps down to her knees, barely able to stay up that much thanks to the wall at her back. Peter unloads all over the cat burglar's face and tits, exploding across her features, painting her nice and white with his utterly massive load of cum.
Then, without further ado, he tucks his dick away and turns around, planning to go back to the girls sleeping off the orgy they'd had down below. Of course, as he expects, Felicia stops him. Her voice is raspy and hoarse from screaming, even as she calls out.
"W-Wait! Please, wait… I was wrong… I-I was s-so wrong…"
Peter looks back over his shoulder at her, his eyes hidden behind his Spider-Man mask, but still managing to convey all of his disdain.
"You can tell that to them, if you can swallow your pride. And if they say you can… you can stay, as well."
That decides it for Felicia, though Peter makes her sleep out on the couch as he rejoins the others in bed. The next morning, he lets them all know what happened, and asks them their opinion. Admittedly, he's a little surprised when they unanimously vote to include Felicia in their strange, now six-way relationship, but maybe they know something he doesn't. They are exchanging these strange looks with the white-haired cat burglar, like they're having some sort of silent communication, coming to some sort of silent understanding.
Peter will never understand women. But that's okay, because his morning is spent eating cereal while five gorgeous babes all crowd around his dick under the dining table and put their tongues to work worshipping his massive cock and ball sack. And that? That right there is the best feeling in the entire damn world.
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