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A Spectacular Foursome (Spider-Man)
🕑 Added 2019-05-17 17:09:10 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Foursome, Breeding, Fucked Silly
Summary: In which Peter ends up very lucky indeed when all three of the most beautiful women on the normal side of his life decide that the only way to have him choose is to have him try them all out, one after the other. The foursome quickly discovers three things. One, Peter loves plowing them all. Two, they love being fucked nice and hard by his enhanced strength. Three, Peter and his big cock are NOT meant to be managed by only one woman.
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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.
Comments
Derek58
Mmm, very nice
MuffinMark
That was great. Only thing I can say if I want to be pedantic is that in Spectacular they made Liz Allen a Latina instead of her usual blonde
