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A Buffet of Pussy Pt. 2 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2022-01-29 16:11:37 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Threesome, Breeding, Dom/Sub
Summary: Part 2 of A Buffet of Pussy. Peter Parker arrives home after a long day at his Tech Company, which has expanded and grown about as fast as the bellies of his three wives. He arrives home to a surprise. Storm and Emma Frost in swimsuits that barely contain their gorgeous figures. Seems that both had been going through a dry spell and were given permission from his wives to let them have their way with him, so long as they could watch.
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The last few months had been a whirlwind of activity for one Peter Parker. In the wake of his triple marriage to three lovely women, he’d been motivated to actually DO something with his life, rather than living paycheck to paycheck. It wasn’t about him anymore, or even about him and MJ. His supermodel girlfriend was gone, and not coming back… even if she’d wanted to, Peter doubted that Felicia, Greer, and Ava would ever allow it.
Regardless, his motivation had only increased when he’d found out that his three new wives were all pregnant and would be giving birth around the same time. Peter liked to think even one child on the way would have galvanized him into action… but three? Without hesitation, Peter had become a businessman overnight. He’d always been a scientist, with several ideas that he’d incorporated into his crime-fighting. But now he needed capital. He needed money to spend on his beautiful wives and the kids they had on the way.
And so Peter had gone into business, started a Tech Company with the help of both his wives and some of his richer friends… and then taken the whole concept and positively ran with it. His Company had grown as fast as the bellies of his three wives these past several months, and his inventions were proving to be a hit on a global level.
He’d already paid back his loans to those who had initially helped finance his start-up and then some, and was well on the way to being a multimillionaire for the first time in his life. Peter had never really cared about money before, but when it came to providing for his growing family, he’d do absolutely anything to make sure they were taken care of. He had some serious Papa Bear syndrome going on, but in Peter’s opinion that wasn’t a bad thing.
Still, it’d been a long day and as Peter pulls up into the driveway of the ‘modest’ ten bedroom house he’d bought for him and his wives and their upcoming batch of babies, he’s looking forward to relaxing with the lovely ladies that he’d drunkenly wedded and then not-so-drunkenly knocked up.
Stepping into his home, he can hear them in the living room, talking amongst themselves and laughing. Smiling softly, Peter moves toward the sound of their voices, until he finds them there, all lounging on the couches, their gravid bellies on display as they… eat popcorn? Peter raises a brow at that, only for his vision to catch on what’s currently playing on the living room’s massive TV.
… Is that Storm and Emma Frost from the X-Men making out in a hot tub? Wait, hold on, is that Storm and Emma Frost from the X-Men making out in HIS hot tub?
“Uh… ladies?”
All three of his lovely wives give him matching grins, with Felicia nodding her head towards the backyard.
“They’re waiting for you, Peter. Go on… we’re just going to watch from here.”
Peter’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Is this a test?”
Greer Grant, aka Tigra, giggles and shakes her head.
“No, silly. Although it might be a test of your endurance. Those two are certainly a handful, aren’t they?”
On the TV screen, Storm and Emma pull apart from their extended makeout session, and as they come up for air, Emma whispers something to Storm, before looking right into the camera and giving it… giving HIM, Peter realizes, a grin and a wink. Storm seems a bit more embarrassed, but nevertheless gives a wave.
Both mutant women are in gorgeous bikinis. Emma is wearing her signature snow-white, just in bikini form, while Storm is clad in a navy blue bikini that really accentuates her body. They both look absolutely gorgeous, as they sit up in the hot tub, clearly waiting for him to join them.
Ava Ayala, aka White Tiger, is the last of his three wives to speak.
“The three of us are too far along in our pregnancies to handle your needs at this point, Peter. And Storm and Emma have been going through a bit of a dry spell. When we heard about it, we told them they could have their way with you, so long as we got to watch.”
Peter raises an eyebrow at that.
“Their way with ME?”
All three of his wives snicker at that, with Felicia batting her eyelashes and licking her lips salaciously.
“We’re excited to see how it goes. Feel free to… put them in their place, if you want~”
… Really, what had Peter’s life become? This was ridiculous. And yet, at the same time… the sight of Storm and Emma Frost making out in his hot tub had been quite arousing. And now that he knew his wives’ reasoning for this offer, it made more sense that this wasn’t some sort of trap. And so, giving his three beautiful, heavily pregnant wives a nod, he makes his way out into the backyard.
Emma and Storm rise from the hot tub at his approach, stepping out and onto the deck to stand across from him. The water droplets drip off of their glistening flesh, their swimsuits barely containing their gorgeous figures. They look absolutely spectacular, and Peter grins roguishly as he cocks his brow at the two of them.
“I’m told you’re here to… have your way with me.”
Storm blushes but steps forward all the same, the dark-skinned white-haired weather controller holding her head high as she saunters up to him. Emma, meanwhile, takes a bit of a slower approach, following along behind her fellow mutant with a knowing grin on her face.
“T-That’s right. All you need to do is stand there… we will take care of the rest, won’t we Emma?”
“Mmhmm~”
Peter hums, making a note of where the camera is located on the patio and giving his wives the best angle possible as both Emma and Storm drop into identical crouches before him, popping squats that make their beautiful breasts bounce and jiggle all the harder, even as they drop those fat, gorgeous asses of theirs down reeeal low in order to get eye-level with his crotch.
Taking the lead, Storm reaches out and unbuckles his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as well, before reaching in to fish his cock out of his boxers. All the while, Emma is watching on with a knowing grin on her face. Peter can’t help it… he laughs at the expression of shock and surprise that spreads across Storm’s face, when she finally pulls out his cock and realizes just how BIG he is.
“My… my word~”
The weather controller shoots a look over at her fellow mutant, but Emma has already schooled her own expression into an appropriately shocked look. It confirms what Peter already suspected… poor Storm is the only one not in on the joke. The dark-skinned mutant had every intention of trying to dominate Peter tonight, while Emma had used her psychic abilities to discover just what sort of man he was ahead of time, both in size and in talent.
It's obvious that the beautiful, pale blonde knows exactly what she’s gotten into… and even more obvious that Storm does not.
“Well? Are you just going to stare at it all night, Storm?”
Flushing at his tone of reproach, Storm shoots a pouting frown his way.
“I-I did not realize you would be so LARGE. But… no matter.”
Pulling her bikini top down, the beautiful white-haired mutant lets her massive chocolate breasts bounce free of their confines. Wrapping her tits around the lower half of his cock, she leans forward and envelopes his dick tip and the first couple inches of his bulbous shaft in her pouty, pillowy lips. Peter groans in enjoyment as she begins giving him a dual titjob-blowjob combo, her efforts certainly nothing to scoff at.
And yet, he sets himself like a tree and does not waver, even as he looks over at Emma, seeing the way her eyes glitter with avarice. She knows exactly what’s going to happen here… and she’s looking FORWARD to it.
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“OH FUCK! YOUR BIG FAT COCK IS DRIVING ME INSANE! DON’T STOP! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!”
Storm had tried to keep the upper hand, but she was gracious in defeat, at least. Chuckling as he fucks her hard and fast from behind, Peter delivers a stinging smack to one of her dark, upturned ass cheeks, spanking her harshly.
SMACK!
“EEEK!!!”
She clenches down hard around his cock, cumming for him on the spot. And it’s not the first time either.
After he’d cum all over her face and down her throat, the weather controller had been too out of it to really resist. And so Peter had manhandled her over to the hot tub and back into it, before bending her over the side to give his wives the best view possible of her O-face as he fucked her from behind. Pounding into Storm, plowing her silly, has prompted quite the delicious round of dirty talk from the beautiful white-haired mutant. She’s completely given up on controlling the encounter, on ‘having her way with him’. Instead, she is the one who’s being had now, and they both know it.
Emma Frost, meanwhile, has not been idle either. The telepath had followed them back into the tub, and is even now rubbing her tits into his back as she whispers sweet nothings into his ear.
“Fill her up, Peter. Breed her and make her another mare for your stable. Then, do the same to me. We will join your harem, and bear your children, just as the other women do.”
Snorting, Peter keeps fucking Storm, even as he considers Emma’s words.
“Pretty sure that wasn’t the deal you made with my wives, Emma.”
“OOOH! YES! HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!”
His cock slams home into Storm’s quim again and again, his crotch slapping into her ass cheeks, which jiggle with the force of every blow. Her fat chocolate tits are bouncing all over the place, even as they drip with his white, hot glaze that he left all across her front.
Emma, meanwhile, just scoffs.
“Deals can be changed… and you are the man of the house, Peter. YOU are in charge here. If you want us, you can have us.”
“Would Storm agree with that, do you think?”
The woman in question is too busy squealing and begging him to fuck her harder to hear their quiet conversation, but Emma just giggles.
“Do you think she wouldn’t?”
Peter is forced to agree with her, to be fair, even as he rears back a hand to spank Storm’s ass again, prompting another delicious stream of word vomit from the cum-covered dark-skinned mutant’s messy lips. Its obvious that while Storm thought she came here for one reason, she really came here for another. The gorgeous mutant is all his, and will likely stay all his even after this. If he cums inside of her and knocks her up, she’ll gladly carry his baby to term.
… Well, if nothing else, he did buy a big enough house to accommodate some more women and children. With a victorious roar, Peter Parker proceeds to paint Storm’s insides white with his seed, filling her womb to the brim with his hot, proven virile cum. Only once he’s deposited every last drop inside of her does he pull out and let her collapse against the side of the hot tub, positively draped over it as she pants heavily and moans, his seed slowly seeping out of her into the water she’s half-submerged in.
Peter doesn’t spend long taking in the sight however. Instead, he immediately whips around and grabs Emma, pulling her in for a savage kiss that she happily accepts. Aware that she’s reading his mind, he makes it abundantly clear what he intends to do with her, while giving her one more chance to back out.
Instead, Emma leaps into his arms, wrapping her limbs around his body as Peter catches her, grabbing her by her ass, just as fat as Storm’s. Her massive tits press against his chest, and her bikini bottoms slide aside as his cock slips up into her, the gorgeous telepath using her mutant abilities to shift things into place so she’s impaled upon his cock.
When they pull apart after a moment to get a breath of air, Emma is already bouncing on his dick and Peter is holding her aloft, using his hands to help her ride him. Looking him in the eye, the gorgeous blonde mutant makes her opinion abundantly clear.
“Concubine, Wife… titles matter little to me. I want the happiness that you and those three pussy cats have found. I want in. So go ahead, Peter. Knock me up. Breed me. Make me your latest broodmare as you did Storm, and add me to your stable. If your wives will not abide by a fourth and five addition to the marriage, then I shall become your mistress, consort, or concubine. Whichever you prefer, so long as you don’t stop fucking me.”
She says it loud enough for his wives to hear, and Peter grunts, giving a nod to seal the deal so to speak. If Felicia, Greer, and Ava have a problem with this, well then, they can bring it up later. But in all honesty, if they didn’t want something like this to happen, they should have considered the possible consequences of their actions.
As soon as he agrees with a nod, Emma’s mouth is on his again, the gorgeous blonde kissing him deeply as she quivers in his grasp. His big fat cock makes her cum again and again, just as it did to Storm, though at least she’s not so out of it that she begins to say truly silly things with every thrust into her tightening, clenching quim.
She definitely moans, squeals, and cries out though, her melodic voice filling the air whenever they pull apart to breathe, whenever they’re not making out heatedly with one another. Bouncing her up and down on his dick nonstop, Peter grunts and growls, getting closer and closer to his final release.
When it arrives on the back of another explosive orgasm from Emma, her tightening pussy walls milking him of his seed, Peter growls as he spears her womb directly upon his cock and deposits a hot, thick load of his jizz into her.
Emma responds with her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she loses her grip on his neck and falls back. Rag dolling, dangling back with her tits in the air and her spine arched, Emma looks completely defeated, just as Storm does.
Turning, with her still impaled on his cock and him still pumping hot, thick cum into her womb, Peter looks right into the camera where he knows his three pregnant wives are still watching. He just raises an eyebrow questioningly, as if to ask if this was what they’d wanted all along. Were they not entertained?
A moment later, the patio door opens and the three beauties all walk out, one hand on their bellies as they sport matching grins. Felicia is the one who speaks, even as Peter slowly pulls the insensate form of Emma Frost off of his cock.
“We don’t mind them joining the family, Peter. It’ll be good to have some powerhouses in case anyone comes after us.”
“You do have enemies, after all… and so do we.”
“This is for the best. They bring a lot to the table… and we could tell you liked them, quite a lot.”
Well, when they all put it that way… Peter can only shrug. It looked like his marriage had just grown from four… to six.
Comments
Issei
Lol at first I kept thinking Storm meant Sue of Fantastic 4. Not Ororo lol
