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A Gift To Remember (Spider-Man)
🕑 Added 2024-12-27 17:59:37 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Breeding, Threesome, Rough Sex
Summary: MJ and Felicia put aside their differences to give Peter the best Christmas Present ever. Namely them... together... no holds barred. Of course, neither of them is expecting how good it is to share. They might just have to make this arrangement permanent after they experience everything Peter has to truly offer them as a pair.
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As Peter signs the bill and hands it back to their waiter for the evening with an exorbitant tip attached, he honestly doesn’t even feel the financial sting. He’s way to full of happiness, good companionship, and good food right now to care. MJ agrees apparently, because even as the waiter bows and leaves them at their table, she reaches across and takes his hand in her own, giving it a solid squeeze.
Peter feasts his eyes upon his gorgeous super model girlfriend’s visage for a moment, just soaking in her beauty. Red hair, green eyes, and a body that just won’t quit clad in a gorgeous green dress. She looks absolutely stunning tonight, even as she flashes him a smile that’s won her dozens of modeling contracts over the years.
“Tonight has been truly special, Peter. Thank you for this amazing Christmas Present.”
Peter flushes but smiles back, pleased to have made her happy. Sure, this was one of the most expensive restaurants in New York City… but they’d both had a good year. Him with his own company, and her with her modeling. They weren’t the fresh faced young college kids struggling to make ends meet anymore.
“In fact… you’ve made tonight so special that it only makes me more confident I’ve made the right decision in MY Christmas Gift to you~”
Oh? Peter blinks, but before he can ask Mary Jane what she means by that… his tongue catches in his throat as another woman walks up to the table. His eyes widen and he panics briefly as Felicia Hardy, aka the infamous burglar known as the Black Cat, struts up behind MJ. The gorgeous white-haired thief is currently sans her usual catsuit and mask and is instead wearing an absolutely stunning silver dress that gives his girlfriend a run for her money.
“Heya, killer.”
MJ glances up at Felicia… but doesn’t look surprised to see her long time rival for his love. Truthfully, despite Felicia’s criminal alter ego… Peter has dated both women on and off again over the years. Mostly its been MJ, but whenever his antics as Spider-Man have gotten to be too much for her, or they’ve split up for some other reason, Felicia has been there for him…
And yet, far from being angry at Felicia for crashing this fine dining experience, MJ just smirks and looks back at him.
“What’s the matter, Tiger? Cat got your tongue?”
Again, before Peter can muster up a response, they both take his breath away and leave him REALLY tongue-tied… namely, by Felicia leaning down and MJ tilting her head back and looking up… as they kiss right then and there in front of him. And they don’t just kiss either. No, this is a full blown makeout session with a boatload of tongue involved.
For a heartstopping moment, Peter wonders if this is how he finds out he’s turned both women gay and they’ve realized they would rather be with each other than him at this point. But then the kissing comes to a close and they pull apart, faces flushed, chests heaving, and smiles directed towards him again as Mary Jane explains.
“This is your Christmas Gift, Peter. The two of us together, all night long, no holds barred.”
Felicia’s eyes twinkle as she picks up where MJ lets off.
“We’re all yours for the evening, Peter. To do whatever you like with. What do you think?”
For a long moment, Peter stares at the two impeccably dressed women. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly reaches over with his left hand to his right arm and gives himself a hard enough pinch that he jolts. This gets half-amused, half-exasperated looks from MJ and Felicia as Peter confirms that he’s not dreaming.
Then, he looks around the restaurant and quickly realizes just how many jealous, envious, and downright angry people are looking in their direction.
Frankly, the only reason they haven’t already been asked to leave is probably because they paid their bill and were about to leave anyways. With a rueful chuckle and shake of his head, Peter rises from his chair.
“I think… we should take this back home, ladies.”
Neither MJ nor Felicia have any complaints in THAT regard, thankfully. Still… the whole situation felt downright surreal for Peter even now. But at the same time, he would be damned if he didn’t take advantage of it. From their words, he got the impression that this was supposed to be a one night affair. However… what if he could show them both that it didn’t need to be?
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“F-Fuck! Tiger! GOD!”
Peter drives his tongue deep into MJ’s sex as she all but gushes across his lower face. From down below where he is between her legs, he stares up at her, even as she gasps sharply and moans wantonly, her back arching off of the bed in the process. He’s not holding anything back, delving deep into her glistening wet folds with each pass.
MJ’s fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him firmly against her aching core as he feasts upon her most intimate of places, but Peter is in control all the same, MJ’s ragged voice making it abundantly clear who is taking charge of who here.
“You… g-god Peter, you never go this hard. Nnngh, s-shit… where is this coming from?!”
A husky, trembling chuckle comes from off to the side as Felicia leans into MJ, all but cuddling with the red head.
“M-Maybe, mm, he’s looking forward… t-to me~”
Despite Felicia’s antagonistic words, it’s not like Peter is ignoring her even slightly. In fact, even as his tongue is diving deep into MJ over and over again, his deft fingers are plunging into Felicia’s dripping quim, pumping in and out of her at breathtaking speeds. Hearing her taunting MJ like she is, Peter redoubles his pace, going even harder on her until the Black Cat is writhing and moaning positively wantonly beneath his touch as her inner walls clench tight around his digits.
“F-Fuck killer! You’re going to make me… make me… ahh!”
With a squeal that’s particularly melodic to Peter’s ears, Felicia tips over the edge and cums HARD all over his fingers. But he doesn’t let up even then.
See, there’s something neither woman has ever really understood about him. When it’s just him and one of them… Peter has to hold back. He has to hold back a lot. He’s a man who can bench press a metric ton. He’s a man who can exchange blows with the motherfucking Hulk (though Peter doesn’t recommend it, obviously.)
In comparison… neither Felicia nor MJ are physically enhanced whatsoever. And that… well, that means Peter has to watch himself around both of them. But more than just watching his own strength, he also has to keep from tiring them out in bed too fast, because his own stamina… well, it might as well be endless.
It’s actually been the cause of a couple of his and MJ’s breakups in the past. Peter could literally fuck the red head into a stupor and then go do hours of patrolling without feeling an ounce of exhaustion. But just because he COULD do that, didn’t mean it was something MJ wanted him to do. It didn’t make her feel good if she woke up a couple hours after he’d fucked her silly only to realize he’d left again.
So Peter had learned to modulate over the years. He’d learned to match their stamina and give far less than one hundred percent of what he was capable of. But not tonight. Tonight, they had said no holds barred. They’d told him they were his Christmas Gift. And so Peter… Peter was going all out.
MJ’s breasts heave with each ragged breath, her rosy nipples straining towards the ceiling. Felicia’s toned body glistens with a sheen of sweat, her curves undulating as she loses herself in the throes of climax after climax. He makes each woman cum again and again under his tongue and fingers, and by the time he pulls back, they’re both staring at him with wide eyes and heaving busts as they struggle to catch their breath.
Peter just grins at them, before grabbing Felicia by her hips and flipping her over onto all fours. He enters her doggystyle before either she or MJ can offer any protest and shoves her face forward into his girlfriend’s sex for good measure.
Felicia’s muffled squealing is rapidly drowned out by MJ’s rapturous moaning as Peter fucks the white-haired cat burglar forcefully enough that BOTH women feel it. He pounds Felicia silly from behind, jolting her deeper into the space betwixt Mary Jane’s thighs with every powerful plow of his hips.
Growling, Peter reaches down and around to give Felicia’s tits a much needed squeeze, while also reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair and pull it together into a makeshift ponytail. Then, he fucks her even harder, until the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh drown out even MJ’s moaning.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Felicia moans into Mary Jane’s sex, the vibrations adding to the exquisite sensations consuming the fiery-haired beauty. Her own hips undulate instinctively, grinding into Felicia’s face as she so clearly chases the building pleasure. Meanwhile, she watches on hazy eyes and drunk on lust as Peter slams into Felicia’s toned rear again and again. His throbbing mast plunges in and out of the thief’s creamy depths, stretching her and filling her up to the brim.
The Black Cat’s body shudders and quakes as the burglar meets her sexual match, her inner muscles clenching tight around Peter’s pistoning cock but never truly able to withstand his pace or even match his speed or strength.
Finally, Peter cums inside of Felicia. He fills her womb up with his hot, sticky seed before pulling out of her and giving her ass a hard, hefty slap.
S-SMACK!
With a squeak, Felicia all but leaps forward… and to her credit, she seems to understand the unspoken assignment perfectly. Without missing a beat, she whips around and swings one leg over to straddle Mary Jane’s face. The red head doesn’t even have a chance to do more than gasp as Felicia lowers her slick, swollen, creampied folds over her mouth.
“Taste us, MJ~ Taste what Peter has given me~”
Felicia’s voice, as ragged and thick with desire as it is, comes out in a purr even as she lowers herself onto MJ’s waiting mouth, smearing the heady mix of her and Peter’s combined juices across the red head’s eager lips and tongue.
At the same moment, Peter positions himself between his girlfriend’s quivering thighs. The super model has now been eaten out twice in short order, first by Peter’s tongue and then by Felicia’s. Now, the thick head of his still hard cock nudges against her slick, heated entrance. A muffled drawn out moan escapes from under Felicia’s crotch, signaling MJ’s enjoyment of the flavor of Felicia and Peter’s rough fucking.
That moan turns into a sharp, keening cry however as Peter drives forward, his throbbing cock spearing into her dripping sex and going nice and deep. In response, MJ’s back arches off the bed again while her fingers dig into Felicia’s taut rear and her tongue laps up against the other woman’s clit.
Felicia’s wanton moans fill the room even as Peter watches her face contort in ecstasy. All the while, his hips slam forward again and again, his thick length plunging in and out of her slick, tight core.
The room echoes with the symphony that is their passionate three-way lovemaking. Peter can’t stop. He can’t hold back. Not if he wants to present the best argument possible. He continues to fuck Mary Jane Watson like he’s never done before, giving her everything he has to a certain extent. There’s still a line he can’t cross for fear of actually injuring her, but Peter takes them both right up to it, just as he did when he was fucking Felicia.
Eventually, with a final powerful surge of his hips, Peter buries himself to the hilt within MJ’s spasming sex. His thick, hot seed erupts and floods her depths, triggering another explosive orgasm on her part. The super model screams her pleasure into Felicia’s folds, her body convulsing wildly as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes over her. This in turn causes Felicia to throw her head back as she cums too, squirting all over MJ’s face.
They probably expect that to be the end of it. But Peter isn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. He’s still got stamina for days. He’s still got several loads to deliver and all night long to do so.
He fucks Felicia again. And then MJ. And then he fucks them both together, with the two former rivals clinging to one another as he thrusts his rock hard cock between their grinding cunts like there’s no tomorrow.
Peter uses the two women all night long, and even when he finally stops it’s not because he’s tired or anything like that. No, rather… he’s simply decided to show mercy.
Both Mary Jane and Felicia are covered in sweat, coated in sexual fluids, stuffed with his cum… and panting heavily as they nevertheless cling to his arms like he might disappear on them if they let go. Which, to be fair… they might think he would go out and patrol if they let him. But not tonight. Tonight, Peter is proving a point. They’re stronger together. They’re better together.
“Sheesh Tiger… give you an inch and you take a mile…”
“Heh, I don’t think we were the ones giving inches tonight, MJ. That was Peter and he gave several inches to the both of us… repeatedly~”
“Mm… crude as ever, Felicia.”
And yet, despite the sniping, they both sound far less confrontational than usual. Almost… friendly with one another. It was working.
Finally, they both turn their gazes up to him, their eyes turning more serious.
“… That was the best sex we’ve ever had, Peter. The best sex I’ve ever had, bar none.”
“… Yeah, same here.”
Peter hums, before pulling them both tighter against his body.
“Well… I guess I was motivated to impress. And I suppose you two just learned the value in having a tag team partner when trying to tackle a metahuman in bed.”
Heavy handed? Yes. Too blunt? Well… maybe. Peter watches with bated breath as his girlfriend and his fling share a glance over his chiseled chest at that, wordlessly communicating for a moment. Until finally, they look to him again.
“Mm… you might have a point, Tiger.”
“Something to talk about in the morning, killer.”
Well, heh, that was probably the best he was going to get right now. Grinning, Peter holds them close and lets them drift off against his sides. With the two lovely, naked ladies penning him in, he can’t go anywhere if he wanted to. But for just this once, he doesn’t want to. Instead he focuses his enhanced hearing on the steady, slowing heartbeats of Mary Jane Watson and Felicia Hardy and lets the shared rhythm lull him off to sleep as well.
Of course, after how many times Peter had cum in both of them that night, the three were going to find themselves irrevocably tied together no matter what…
Comments
Uzu
I called the next poll with spiderman 👀
Alun Lewis
Peter definitely shot for the Moon when taking advantage of MJ & Felicia's Xmas present...but he's certainly more than entitled to some perks for being as amazing and spectacular as he is. Though the last line hints that Peter gave both women an extra gift on top of being fucked silly...so if both are now in the pudding club? They're going to be a little less able to take what Peter can dish out...so maybe a peek at future holidays like Valentine's Day and the ladies' gift to their baby daddy?
Uzu
Kinda want she hulk to be in the action🤣
Kael Hyun
Silver Sable maybe? Or if we want to go to the games Yuriko "Yuri" Watanabe aka Wraith (She and Spider-Man flirted a bit in the game)
redhawktiger
Great story, feel like MJ and Felica need to recruit a few more girls if they want to truly satisfy Peter though lol.
FanofLife
Great job! Would love to see this story continued!
