There was one last bed for Peter to break in and it was a doozy. Lowering from the ceiling of the living room and suspended like a hammock from several ropes, it was big enough to fit all of them—half again the size of a California King. "Alright, girls," Mary Jane called, grinning widely. "Time for us to hit the jackpot!"
Crowding onto the bed, she kept her eyes mesmerizingly trained on Peter's as she sucked his throbbing cock into her hot, slick throat, feeling him shudder against her. Felicia and Ana followed her lead, Felicia embracing Peter from behind, her own weight leaning against one of the ropes, while Ana joined MJ in a fellating Peter's balls. Peter's head was cushioned by Felicia's overfull breasts as she bent to kiss him, her hands roaming his naked chest just as Ana and Mary Jane's were.
Peter's whole body trembled like a leaf. He had never been so pleasured, so horny. He looked around at the three beautiful women, treating his body to such delightful thrills, and he shuddered and shook with passion.
"Oooh! He moaned. "God! It's so good! Keep going, MJ!"
Mary Jane looked up at Peter and smiled, Ana's head now bobbing on his prick. "It's going to be even better now," she commented softly. "Now that we have so many new friends to play with. Who knows, with me around, we might even be able to teach these bitches a thing or two about pleasing a man."
Then she pulled Ana off by the hair and swallowed his cock eagerly, just in time to feel his hot cum shoot down her throat in joyous bursts. She winked at Felicia and Ana, knowing that everything was just perfect.
Get ready, Peter! Get ready for the time of your life! You're going to get every bit of happiness you deserve! You're going to find out what swinging is all about and I'm going to be the one to teach you.
Then she smiled happily as she kissed Ana, sharing Peter's hot cum with her.
Rogue couldn't believe it was over. She had watched it, watched all of it, and it had gone on so long, hours, Peter fucking them one after another, the women fucking each other, over and over again.
And she'd touched herself, she'd touched herself through all of it. And after they had finished, she'd kept touching herself. And it still wasn't enough. She'd come so many times, more than she'd known she could, and it wasn't enough, wasn't as good, as what any one of those women had experienced in Peter's bed.
Now Peter's head lay in Felicia's lap. Mary Jane was sleeping against his chest, one hand nestling in his pubic hair. Ana was vined around his leg, her head laid down beside his groin. They were all so… fucked. Copious fluids drenching their thighs, and other places, where Peter had brought them pleasure. She could even see how Mary Jane's anus gaped from taking Peter so deep inside. Peter's hair was sticking up wildly where Ana's enthusiastic enjoyment had squirted up his face.
"Your mother begged me for this cock," he'd told her, as Mary Jane and Felicia held Ana down. "But I'm giving it to you instead."
She had come practically the moment he entered her.
And now it was over.
It couldn't be over.
Rogue emerged from her hiding place, moving as quietly as possible through the apartment. She was no Wolverine, or even Kitty Pryde, but her experience with the X-Men had taught her a lot about being stealthy when she wanted to. She snuck up on the bed, drawing a sodden glove off her hand. It still hadn't dried from her own 'enthusiastic enjoyment.' Freed and exposed to dry air, her hand tingled like it was already touching something.
She knew it was wrong, but she needed this. If they only knew how much she needed this, they would let her have it. It was just a little embarrassing to actually ask, that was all. Besides, they were sleeping. And she wouldn't hurt them, not either of them. She would just be taking a whiff of what they took for granted. Pocket change, that was all she was taking. Pocket change from millionaires.
Her hand fell over Peter like a shadow, touching the side of his head gently.
She had to know.
Guess this means I'm officially unable to complain about the Parker Luck ever again.
Temporarily sated, we were sprawled about the bed, too tired for the moment to walk the short distance to the shower. And after the last session, we all could've used a shower. I don't think even Felicia could've slept with the amount of… well…
When Felicia and Ana finally left to bathe together, Mary Jane rolled over to me. God, she was beautiful. I know it as a cliché, but I had to wonder how I got so lucky. I don't think that was just me being neurotic, though. With her, any guy would wonder what she saw in him.
"Well?" she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"Well what?"
"Anymore left for your old, boring wife?"
"No. Plenty left for you."
I reached for her and she promptly rolled away, onto her belly, shoving her cute little ass invitingly upward. A sudden spike of wanting-her was driven through me—I had no idea how I could still need her so much after all this time, it was like I'd never even touched her at all.
"In my ass," she breathed, burying her face in the sheets and spreading her legs in waiting. "You've fucked my pussy raw… and I want you to do the same for my ass."
I got between her slender thighs and poised my throbbing cock above the tight circle of her anus. "It will hurt," I warned, barely able to give into my own flaring lust with that in mind. Knowing she would hardly let that stop her, I reminded myself how good it would be, for both of us.
"I don't care. I want to feel it! Put it in!" she gasped, her body tensing.
And just then the phone rang.
"Shit!" MJ exclaimed. "Let it ring!"
I was already getting off the bed to catch it before it bothered Felicia or Ana. I patted her flushed buttock. "I'll be right back."
I hurried over into the kitchen and growled into the phone. Listening to the voice at the other end, my cock stayed good and hard. Yeah, this was kind of what you'd expect from being married to Mary Jane Watson and Felicia Hardy. Then, grinning, I went to the bathroom and found a jar of Vaseline, coming back with one hand coating my throbbing prick from head to base.
"Who was it?" Mary Jane asked disgruntledly, flexing her cheeks in expectation.
I resumed my position, just touching her anus with the tip of my cock. "It was," I began, then pressed down, forcing the cockhead through her tight sphincter and into the incredible heat of her. It felt it consume my glans.
"UUUHHHHH!" Mary Jane groaned. "Hurts—no, don't stop!" she barked before I could suggest it.
"I won't!" I promised. I gave her another inch and waited for the inner muscles to relax. "That was well wishes from Carol and Jessica." I shoved another inch into the nearly impassible sleeve.
"AAANNGGH!" Her face was buried in the bed and her ass shook with the strain of acceptance. "What did they want?"
"This!" Another three inches filled her anus, spreading the tissue into a quivering circle. I was almost halfway in.
"Ohhhh! Shiiiiit!" she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the bed in desperation. "It feels like you're breaking into a safe!"
"Want me to stop?"
"No! God no!" Her ass lifted, feeding another inch of that hot grip onto my cock. "I want it all! That bitch Jessica, that cunt Carol, they can wait in line!"
She gave a gasp and her muscles seemed to suddenly relax. With a moan of pleasure I slid my cock into her until my balls were cradled in her splayed cunt. She flexed her ass around my stiffness.
"I thought you liked Carol and Jessica," I said breathlessly.
"That was before they made me wait for this! Don't make me wait, tiger! Don't ever keeping me waiting again!"
"No more waiting," I agreed, pulling my cock almost out of that delicious grip and easing it back again, feeling the hot churning as the tip forced its way through the resisting channel. "We've waited long enough."
"It was worth it!" she sighed.
"See if you still think that when I fuck you to death!" I taunted, stroking into her a second time. Her hips caught the rhythm and began to move in concert with my pumping. My prick slid in and out with increasingly enjoyable thrusts, each one making her grunt.
"UUUHHH! If it feels—UUUHHH!—like this... UUUHH! You can fuck... UUUHHHH! UUUUHHH! UUUUHHH! OHHHHH, DAMN! PETER! OOOHHHH! I'M GONNA COME!"
I wrapped my arms about her undulating waist and grabbed those luscious breasts for leverage, driving fast and hard into the flexing channel of her ass, my belly whacking her buttocks. I screwed her like that, driving her rearing ass down onto the bed with the savagery of my thrusts. MJ yelped and wriggled her way through five climaxes before the girls came back.
Ana tugged me off the bed and onto my feet; my cock swung up, stiff and pulsating. She pressed her nakedness against me, capturing my tool between our bellies as her lips sought mine, her tongue driving and twisting inside my mouth.
Mary Jane and Felicia joined in. From all sides, warm breasts and much warmer cunts rubbed against me. Goddamn, it was a good thing they were into polygamy. I don't think I'd've ever been able to choose between them if they weren't.
Ana sank down onto the bed and carried me with her, spreading her legs and guiding my cock into the hungry wetness of that eager cunt. My brain briefly tried at the memory of her mother, trying to think what commonality they had. I suppose I should've resigned myself to being a dirty old man the moment I married Felicia. We were going to grow old and perverted together.
"Your mother begged me for this cock," I told Ana, watching her eyes flare with excitement and almost uncontrollable lust. She bucked and reared, snapping her teeth at me, but MJ and Felicia were holding her down, knowing Ana would enjoy it even more that way. You don't go out with the guy who invented webbing because you're not into restraint at least a little. "But I'm giving it to you instead."
With a groan, I eased myself into that wriggling socket and held it hilted while her ass jerked in a bucking climax, feeling her sex shudder and spasm around my cock. I gave her a second or two to recover before I drew back and began pumping. I didn't feel about her in quite the same way I did Felicia and Mary Jane—it was more the heat of some of my less emotional relationships, although I found myself caring about her more and more—but that just made it easier to quell my romantic feelings and feel only sheer lust with her.
"UUUNNHHH! Master! Need that! AAANGGG! I've been so hot I couldn't—UUUN!—stand it! OOOHHH!"
She would take about five strokes before the feeling knocked the speech out of her, and all the while her ass was working under my hunching hips to screw that greedy pussy up to me.
I managed to turn my head long enough to see Mary Jane and Felicia in the middle of the bed, engaged in a furious sixty-nine. They were on their sides, staying carefully clear of Felicia's pregnancy to form a sort of circle, a yin-yang shape that bent them like bows around the baby. Mary Jane ground her crotch against Felicia's slurping mouth, while her own red head worked lovingly between the mother-to-be's quivering thighs. Was it possible for me to be in love with how they loved each other?
The urge to want to be a part of their pleasure, to enter one of them and join in the love they shared was almost overwhelming, but I knew that for now, they were better left to each other's devices. I would just throw them off; Ana was the one who could really appreciate me at the moment.
I reached back and grabbed Ana's legs, pulling them up to lift that dripping cunt for an even more vicious attack, slamming my prick into her with fierce thrusts. She welcomed them with little yelps of excitement. She tightened those skilled muscles of hers in perfect rhythm and I felt my lust knot and strain as my balls rapped her elevated ass with each full-length reaming.
She clamped her teeth into my shoulder as she felt my cock leap in the convulsion of orgasm, and her ass twisted even more wildly, her pussy sucking and spasming on my cum. Mary Jane and Felicia were gurgling through a mutual climax as well, gulping and sucking as their mouths and pussies combined in a body-wrenching
It was too much. It was the three of them, all of them—like she had tried to absorb Magneto's power, Rogue felt full and full and full and she was falling, falling, sprawling out on the bed, the impact sending it shifting on the ropes it hung from to sway like a hammock in the wind.
Rogue thought it was that that kept them from waking. She forced herself to dismiss the lingering sparks flowing through her body and come back to herself, no matter how intoxicating her borrowed memories were. She had landed flat on her face, on… skin, soft skin stretched taut over hard muscle, and it was beginning to shift as she raised her head and bumped into something.
Something long.
Something hard.
Then she heard flaring nostrils at her legs. Craning her head, she saw almost entirely unconscious Mary Jane parting her thighs, sleepily lowering her face to Rogue's pussy.
"MJ…" Peter moaned in his sleep, and then his hand was in Rogue's hair, dragging her closer to…
To his cock.
It was right in his face, she could smell it, practically taste it, then feminine lips touched to her cunt—someone was touching her—and her mouth gaped open and there was Peter's cock, so full, so big, so huge, the lingering aftertaste of all those women smeared over it, but underneath it, the musky aroma of him…
The doorbell rang.
"Errh?" Peter said, tossing his head. Then, dismissively, "Urr…" He settled into the pillow of Felicia.
Rogue was frozen. Saved by the bell, she thought. Or maybe the opposite…
The doorbell rang again. This time Felicia blearily twitched. "Peter, get the… get the door…"
Peter stirred, raising his hands to blearily rub at his eyes.
I need to get out of here, Rogue thought, I need to get out of here or think up an explanation for why they don't remember me being in the orgy with them!
Although, irony of ironies, she did remember being in it with them. Stupid powers. Wait… she had powers!
Marshalling her flight ability, Rogue took off, nearly going through the roof as she threw herself as far from the foursome as possible. Below her, Peter rose, yawning, and flung his legs over the edge of the bed. When he dismounted, he stumbled, nearly crashing over the couch before he caught himself. Then, cumbersomely pulling himself along by one of the bed's ropes and then another, he started for the door.
Why wasn't he dressing himself? Who was he expecting? Not another contestant in the Sexual Olympics?!
Rogue watched as Peter bumped into the corner, then painstakingly oriented himself to go past it, down the hall to the door.
It couldn't be… it couldn't have been that he was discombobulated, could it? She hadn't taken that much from him! Only…
Ana sucked me to a renewed hardness and rolled aside so Felicia could mount me, her weight pressing the hot wetness of her cunt down on me so fast I could almost think it wasn't need that drove it.
Her whole body trembled and shuddered with the strain, and when she had succeeded in getting about half the length into her, she began a steady hunching that carried her pussy further down my shaft until she was completely impaled. She reeled back, bracing her hands on my thighs, and stared down at her belly as if ruing how it blocked her view of her own widely stretched pussy lips taking my endless shaft inside.
Still, she could feel it as well as I could feel her churning heat. "God!" she hissed. "What a cock!" Her exuberant sexuality had once struck me as a little overwhelming, hard to keep up with, but I now saw it endearingly. As a challenge I was always absorbed in meeting. I hadn't discovered anywhere near all of her secrets, but I thought her sex appeal had a lot to do with pleasing her partners as well as herself. She wanted to offer of herself as much as she could, if on her own terms, to give any lover more than enough reason to stay by her side. I think that made it all the more gratifying that we stayed by her regardless, even as her pregnancy wreaked havoc on her body, trying to satisfy her even more than she did the rest of us.
Ana lay down beside us and pushed her face between Felicia's buttocks, lashing her tongue out to the joining of our bodies, that tongue teasing from the wide splay of Felicia's entrance, to the base of my prick, to the sensitive space between anus and cunt where Cat was especially vulnerable.
Felicia held her hands over her mammoth breasts, holding them still as I took her by the hips and helped her ride me, sliding her up and down my cock, her juices oozing down my shaft to be gathered up greedily by Ana's flailing tongue. Her pregnant belly was like an implacable weight atop me, almost all I could see as her head and shoulders leaned back, an Indiana Jones boulder rolling down to crush me.
Keeping one hand on her waist, I put the other on her belly, cresting it with fingers outstretched as she continued to buck and rear atop me. It was like I could feel the sheer life inside her, reacting to the pleasure I gave her and to our joining like a… magnetic field raking iron filings into symmetry. There was an underlying order to the slow, steady rhythm I was helping her set, answering the insistent twinges of her hips and guiding her gently onto my hardness, and I heard it in the soft cries Felicia gave.
As she passed Felicia, Mary Jane kissed her mouth, her breast, and her belly, before she straddled my face. Her pussy had been picked clean of cum by Felicia and she lowered that delicious cunt to my mouth, trembling with pleasure as I drew my tongue through the moist slit before stabbing it into her as if sending it to join my prick inside womanly heat.
The sensations blended until I no longer thought about or cared who was doing what. Felicia's pussy rode up and down on my prick, churning and spasming in orgasms that followed each other so closely they seemed like one never-ending climax.
Ana shifted her attention to my balls, kneeling between my legs and licking away at the juices that warmed them from above. She wormed her tongue between my testes with a little moan of delight, now able to bat them around with the tip of her tongue. Mary Jane's pussy was grinding against my mouth, her juices forcing me to swallow almost constantly as the deliciously tart fluid was coaxed from her by my wiggling tongue. Felicia's cunt moved faster, fucking up and down with noisy need that I could barely contain with my gripping hand, seeming to suck at my cock with its constant undulations, squeezing and quivering.
Maybe what I'd thought about Felicia had hit a little close to home; I found myself far better able to enjoy Felicia riding me knowing that Mary Jane was enjoying herself just as much. I could hear Mary Jane moaning, panting, begging with little breathy words not for me to be faster or harder or deeper, but just for these feelings not to end, while Felicia felt the same perfect ministrations from her end, making her swear, curse, howling out her pleasure just as she would her pain after stubbing a toe. She actually vented "Fuck you!" at me over and over again as I made her come; I knew in the heat of the moment that that was how she said she loved me.
Ana's tongue wiggled its hot tip and made my hips buck upward to shove more savagely into Felicia's rolling pussy.
When I felt my own orgasm begin, I managed to fasten my lips on Mary Jane's clit and sucked it as my seed bolted up through my cock and followed the path it had taken nine months ago into Felicia's body. She took the full length and just ground her cunt about me as it spasmed in answering climax, seeming to gulp my cream in its avid suction.
Throughout the jetting ecstasy, Ana was stabbing her tongue into my balls in exact rhythm with the jarring bursts of cum. The exquisite combination had me biting down on MJ's clit, shaking all over as I tried to avoid hurting anyone with an involuntary jerk of my superpowered body.
It took a while, after that, to get me hard again. But with six hands and three willing mouths playing over my body, it was accomplished. My cock stood up like a soldier ready for battle, the purple knob glistening with their combined saliva. I almost would've surrendered, let them play with each other and please each other the way they so clearly could, but we were a codependent bunch. Knowing they were satisfying me was as much an aphrodisiac to them as enjoying themselves could ever be.
And, like a general commanding his troops, I had them lie down on the edge of the bed, side to side, their legs spread and those three exquisitely formed womanhoods gaping in invitation. Each of them was divinely beautiful, from Ana, still a girl really, much the same age I'd been when I'd first met MJ and Felicia, just as naïve and as romantic in her own way.
And Mary Jane, still as fiendishly decadent as ever, insistent on claiming her own adventure from a world that tried to deny her, but now more mature about it, wiser about how to get what she wanted, so elegant and refined in her own way that she made the dancing party girl I'd once known look like a rank amateur as a woman.
And Felicia, the temptress, the succubus, sex personified, but so much more now: to Mary Jane, to me, to our family. She had so much in common with Mary Jane, as they'd both realized, but they'd matured so differently… Mary Jane refocusing her energies to a certain extent where Felicia doubled down, becoming even more of a seductress, a thief, but that and also wife, mother, a change marked by how beautifully she carried the weight of her pregnancy, glowing inside her like the cat burglar had finally stolen fire from the gods.
I loved all of them, in different ways, with different parts of myself—from the weird, new, unexplored liaison with Ana to the familiar warmth of MJ to the ever-deepening affair with Felicia. And I would never hesitate to please them.
"One more time, Peter," MJ begged, holding her sex open, as vividly red as the hair on her head. "It'll hurt, but I can take it. Get me pregnant, tiger."
I mounted her first, making the redhead cry out as I eased my prick into her still tender pussy, sliding through the juicy clutchings of her sex until the head was jammed deep inside. Then, as she cried out again in ecstatic surrender, I pumped it in and out just long enough to feel the hot spasms of her climax.
Then, pulling my cock from those dripping lips, I mounted the waiting Ana and drove balls-deep with the first stroke, fucking her with savage thrusts until her legs flew up and her ass bucked in uncontrollable convulsions as she clawed at my back and tightened her cunt in a gurgling orgasm of her own.
Gritting my teeth with an effort at self-control, I tugged myself from Ana's flexing grip and stood between Felicia's warm thighs, feeding my prick into her slippery pussy while her legs shot past my waist and her ass circled to hasten the full entry of my spear, groaning with joy as I drove it in and out until her cunt seemed to explode about me in delicious shudderings.
Back to Ana for an even juicier thrusting that made her come before I had completed a dozen strokes. Then, over and into Mary Jane's treasure where I fucked my way to a grunting finish that made her scream with the first spurt of my hot
Rogue realized she was falling just before she landed on the couch. Thankfully, between its ample cushioning and her slender build, the loudest noise was that of the legs shifting several inches to the side. In the hallway, Peter turned away from answering the door, but with it unlocked and the knob turned, Tabitha barged inside.
"You must have some nerve—!"
By then, Rogue had recovered at least enough to know she couldn't be caught. She flung herself off the couch and scrambled on her hands and knees under the bed, thanking her lucky stars that it had enough ground clearance to offer her sanctuary. And she could see Peter and Tabitha as the blonde harangued him so loudly, it was a wonder the whole apartment building didn't wake up.
"IF YOU THINK!" Tabitha continued, pointing an angry finger at Peter, before realizing he was pointing at her too. Her eyes trailed down his body as she trailed off. "Think… think…" She shook her head. "Why are you naked?"
Peter shrugged. He was definitely not feeling like a morning person at the moment.
"You better not think that just waving a big… a huge…" Tabitha's eyes darted up to Peter's face before looking down again. "Christ, I thought I knew how big you were. That thing is massive!"
Peter stifled a yawn. "Can I go back to bed?"
Tabitha's hot eyes boiled him. "Oh yes. I think you can. You absolutely can!"
She threw herself forward, tackling him. Peter yelped with surprise as the slim blonde knocked him to the floor. His cock sprang up before he could, standing stiff and ready. Tabitha whimpered lustily at the sight of it.
"Now listen—" Peter began.
As he was protesting, Tabitha dipped her head way down, opened her lips, and slid her wet mouth down around his cock. Peter gave a helpless groan of lust as she began sucking. He shivered and writhed under her.
"Unnnhhh, Christ!" he babbled hoarsely. "This isn't right… gnnnh."
He could complain till he was blue in the face, but Tabitha wasn't quitting. Now that she had his big throbbing prick in her mouth, she couldn't think of anything but moving it down the back of her throat to the bottom of her gullet.
"Mmmm, ummmmm!" she moaned.
She sucked hard and hungrily on his cock. It had been too long since she'd had a good one to practice her skills on. She was absolutely starved for the taste of cock and she showed it now.
Peter stopped protesting and just groaned and panted as Tabitha sucked loudly and greedily on his member. She soon realized that his cock wasn't down her throat because he was having a bad time. Peter groaned in bliss with every inch of his manhood that she swallowed.
Maybe he thought this was as far as they'd go. After all, he'd considered it okay to finger—maybe she was just returning the favor. But if he thought she was leaving without getting fucked, he was dead wrong.
Tabitha worked her juicy mouth up and down the hard, throbbing shaft, sucking up the salty pre-cum that oozed into her mouth like an offering. Peter watched her with lusty eyes, his nostrils flaring. He was red with excitement, his face twisted into an overwhelmed grimace. He was going out of his mind with excitement and that was just what Tabitha wanted.
She drew her cheeks in further, making her mouth tight and searing hot. As she worked her lips up and down the hugely engorged shaft of his manhood, Peter's eyes bugged out and he snorted with excitement. Meanwhile, Tabitha unbuckled her belt, pushed her pants down, kicked them off, then repeated the process with her panties so quickly she ripped them away. The next day, she would think to herself that Peter had done it. This left her wearing a jacket, a tee, even a baseball cap, while naked from the waist down except for a pair of sneakers with the socks sagging practically to the laces. Tabitha considered this a Look.
She drew her head back and let Peter's spit-soaked cock snap free. He groaned in frustration, staring mournfully at his nearly exploding prick.
"Goddamnit!" he cursed.
"Something wrong, babe?" Tabitha asked innocently.
"Are you kidding?" he demanded. "Look at my cock!"
"Oh, I still want it," Tabitha purred.
"There it is!" he panted.
"I'm just going to do it a different way."
"Any way you want," Peter sighed, closing his eyes.
Maybe he was expecting a handjob, but he didn't get it. Instead Tabitha sat astride him with a mocking smile, the dripping mouth of her cunt plunging down on the fat purple head of his prick. She impaled her starved pussy with the thick, iron-hard shaft as if completing herself.
"Ahhhh, yesssss!" she moaned as Peter yelped.
He opened his eyes to see Tabitha sitting on his lap, grinning away. She was fully skewered on his prick and only his balls were showing. Her steamy cunt gripped and squeezed his shaft.
"Mmmmm, at last!" Tabitha gurgled. "I haven't been fucked like this in weeks! I just gotta have it! Come on, be a pal and gimme, gimme, gimme!"
"You're insane," Peter sighed.
"You're the one fucking me," Tabitha grinned.
Peter grunted and grabbed her by the waist. With a lusty snort, he began pistoning his hardness into her cunt. She wailed with delight, soaking his hammering prick with her sizzling arousal.
Growling and groaning, Peter worked his enormous hard-on faster and faster into Tabitha's greedily tugging cunt, giving her blasts of pleasure that made her howl and writhe. At last she had what she wanted, the thing she couldn't live without. She'd known Peter Parker could give it to her.
"Ohhhhh, baby, YES!" she wailed. "Fuck it to me, don't ever stop! Shit, I didn't know I needed it so bad! So good!"
Peter was watching his thick cock pump in and out of her dripping cunt. He was fascinated by the sight of the strange pussy taking him in. Now and then he looked up at her lust-contorted face, and that made him even more aroused.
Tabitha could guess what he was thinking. He was wickedly excited to be fucking the Boom Boom, driving her out of her mind with pleasure. She sensed that it had been a secret fantasy of his for a long time.
"You've wanted to fuck me, haven't you, Peter?" she grinned.
"Since the moment I met you," he said honestly. He pounded his steel-hard cock into her smoldering depths and she wailed with pleasure.
"Mmmm, baby, you're fucking me so good!" she whimpered. "God, I love it!"
Her praise just spurred him into stronger action. Tabitha knew he was almost overloaded—who wouldn't be with her?—and that she'd better get off while she still had time. She tightened her hot little pussy around his pile-driving cock and let the red-hot friction carry her to the brink of orgasm.
"Ohhhh, God! You're gonna make me come!" she gasped.
"Yeah, I could tell you were enjoying yourself a little," Peter deadpanned. His eyes rolled and he yelped, "Awww, fuck, shit—yeah!"
Tabitha screamed. The first sizzling jet of his cum had set her off. She was going off right along with him, her greedy cunt sucking up his seed. They rocked and bucked together for almost a minute and then she collapsed on top of him.
"Mmmmm… fantastic," she gurgled.
"Satisfied?" Peter asked.
Satisfied? Tabitha didn't know the meaning of the word, at least not when it came to sex. She'd been starved for so long—ever since he jilted her at the reception, in fact—she just couldn't get enough. She'd had a fantastic climax, but already she was thirsty for more.
"I'll never get enough of you," she breathed, squeezing her inner muscles against his prick. "Just stay where you are, hot stuff, I'm not finished with you yet."
"You gotta be kidding me," Peter groaned.
Tabitha didn't answer. She just went to work with the walls of her greedy cunt, giving his cock an erotic massage. Peter groaned with excitement and pretty soon she could feel him swelling inside her. She soaked his shaft with her own heated arousal as she wiggled lustily atop him.
"Oh, good!" she hummed. "Now we can have more fun."
"You want fun?" Peter asked her. "You've got it!"
He got to his feet, Tabitha wrapping herself around him, keeping her cunt clamped greedily on his prick. Not letting him escape.
Rogue's eyes widened. From her vantage point below the bed, she could see Peter carrying the bottomless Tabitha back there, to the bed, his bare feet padding across the floor with their combined weight. God, he wasn't going to—in his own bed? With his wives still in it?
She watched in disbelief as Peter's feet stopped beside the bed. Then the moaning started again.
Did she dare poke her head out and see what was happening literally right on top of her?
Set down on the bed, Tabitha rolled onto her hands and knees, sticking out her cute little ass. Peter ogled the rosy-pink flesh of her sex, thick rivers of his seed pouring from her famished little cunt. Breathing hard with lust, he grasped her hips.
"Yeah, honey, stick it in me!" she panted. "I want you to fuck my brains out!"
"Keep it down," Peter said. "People are trying to sleep."
He pressed the enormously swollen head of his cock into her opening, spreading her lips wide. Tabitha gurgled with lust, drenching his cockhead with her lust. He started pushing into her.
"Unnhhhh, yeah, give me that big cock!" she wailed. "Give me all of it!"
Nothing was more exciting to her than that first long thrust, feeling a rigid throbbing cock being fit to her cunt. She clawed the sheets in her wild excitement, and her molten arousal ran down her legs steadily and helplessly.
"Oooooh, shit, ooooh!" she cried.
Peter was panting and growling with lust as he eased his fat cock painstakingly into the tight velvety passage of her sex. He really was taking his time, savoring every inch of penetration, but Tabitha loved it. She never wanted that first delicious thrust to end. She was practically coming, she was so hungry for it. Every other man had left her famished for cock, but Peter was giving her as much as she needed. She whimpered and shivered and creamed as Peter gradually filled her with his pulsating weapon. More than enough!
"You got it all now, baby," he said hoarsely. "Jesus, this isn't half-bad. Let's not rush, okay?"
"Okay," Tabitha gurgled. "Take your time… I don't have to be anywhere for, like, twelve hours."
Peter nodded to the other women. "They'll be up before then."
"You're up now!" Tabitha whined.
"Keep it down…" Mary Jane muttered plaintively in her sleep, turning over and colliding with Felicia.
Peter picked up a pillow, stuffed it under Tabitha's face, and pressed her down into it. "Bite down," he told her.
With a growl, she did as she was told. He started fucking her slowly and sensuously. Tabitha whimpered and dug her nails into the bed, practically coming with each long steady thrust. Each time he reached for her belly, she released a flood of her juices.
It was a wonderful change from her usual quickies. That was all she got anymore, just fast rolls in the hay. It was often over before she could get off, and she was lucky if she even got that much more than twice a month. Clearly the X-Men were bored with fucking her. Well, surprise! She was bored with fucking them too. Tabitha was just now realizing how bored she'd been for the past couple years. Fucking a new man was so exciting. So… fulfilling.
Now she knew what she'd been missing all those years. A real man. Things were going to be different now. She was an honest woman, from here on out, and she'd be getting some good goddamn dick on the regular!
She twisted her face away from the pillow until she could speak. "Yeah, fuck me, Peter, fuck me forever!" she sighed lovingly. Peter grabbed the back of her head and twisted her to face the pillow, stuffing her down into it. She clenched around him.
He shivered with arousal at her need and fucked into her a little faster. Tabitha liked that. She always liked to be fucked fast, just as long as it wasn't over fast. What she craved was a hard, steady fucking that would finally quench her fiery lust. And Peter was doing that for her.
"Mmmm, baby, that's so good!" she gurgled into the pillow. "Fuck me a little faster now, okay?"
His sweaty hands were kneading her hips, keeping the same pace as his cock. He sped up and Tabitha gasped with excitement. His slow grinding had been wonderful, but this was even better. The harder, the better!
"Yeah, yeah, give it to me!" she panted. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
Peter's fat cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot cream from her pussy. The honey was running down her thighs in bursts. Tabitha hadn't creamed so hard in years, but then she hadn't been fucked like this in years.
For the first time in months she knew she was going to get off. She knew she was going to get all the fucking she needed. If only he were married to her instead of a bunch of rap video bimbos!
"Unnnhhh, that's great, honey!" she moaned. "You're fucking me so damned good!"
She wondered how that homo Gambit would react if he walked in right now. She imagined him opening the front door and seeing his beautiful blonde 'conquest' on her hands and knees, taking a stiff cock that made his look like a pinky. She came furiously.
"Harder," she panted, throwing the pillow aside. She loved the sound of her own voice as she came. "Fuck me as hard as you can, Peter!"
Peter ripped away a bedsheet like a magician working a tablecloth, winding it into a tightly twirled rope. "You sure you can take it?" he asked.
"Try me," she gurgled lustily.
Peter looped the rope he'd made between Tabitha's teeth, gagging her. And just like that, she was coming her brains out. He gave it everything he had, fucking into her so hard that she was knocked forward onto her face. She grasped the bed and moaned. His belly slapped loudly against her hot ass. It was an almost brutal fuck, but she loved it.
"Yeah, that's it!" she wailed unintelligibly, and more importantly, quietly. "Fuck me hard, baby, don't stop!"
Peter groaned and pounded his cock into her, bringing both of them to the brink of orgasm. Tabitha hovered there, gorging herself on the delicious sensations. Then she felt the first hot sting of his jizz against her pussy and she really came.
"Unnnnh, Gawd—whaahhhhhh!" she screamed, muffled.
Tabitha sobbed in ecstasy as she took his hot load. The boiling seed overflowed her cunt and gushed down her legs. She came violently, again, her spasming cunt sucking every last drop of semen from his hammering prick.
"Mmmmmm, I loved that…" she sighed as consciousness fled from her pleasure.
"Glad to hear it," Peter said. "Who are you again?"
Rogue bit her lip as Peter pulled out. Suddenly, there was an avalanche of his fluids falling between his legs to the floor. Without his member plugging Tabitha up—and Rogue could see that member dangling down into her view—the plentiful cum he had filled Tabitha with was going in the one direction it could. Kee-rist, he must've totally ravished her pussy…
She saw Peter's feet tap in inner debate, then he stooped to pick Tabitha up. Rogue watched as he carried her away. She was still biting down on the bedsheet, trailing it after her like a bridal train.
As Peter hefted her body into one of the guest rooms, Rogue herself took the opportunity to make a run for the kitchen. There, she hid behind the island and tried to get her breathing under control. She only knew that it was working when she yawned.
Something about the excessive pleasure of her voyeurism, then the tension of being 'underfoot' while Peter fucked that new woman, had combined in her relief to rob her almost entirely of consciousness. She could barely keep her eyes open as Peter visited the bathroom, urinating and washing up, then he padded back to the bed and laid down, clearly as tired as she was. It took a few minutes, but soon his baritone snoring joined the women's.
Teetering, tottering, Rogue got to her feet and trudged off to her own bed. She had no idea how she would keep up appearances in the morning—act like she hadn't seen all of them piled atop each other like some goddamn fertility cult. She would just have to think of something.
She was just about to fall in her own bed when she noticed the shape occupying it. Already caught by gravity, she kicked her flight into overdrive, reversing course and flinging herself backward to clang into the closet door. Startled by the noise, Tabitha stirred in her sleep and rolled over, tangled in the drool-stained sheet.
She still wore a big grin. Peter's work, obviously.
Clearly still exhausted and scatter-brained from Rogue's touch, he'd tucked her into Rogue's bed, thinking it was unoccupied. Tucked her in—he'd pitched Tabitha onto the bed and cleared out! The woman was dripping cum all over Rogue's bedspread!
Well, no matter what her karma at the moment, Rogue was still a lady, and she wouldn't disabuse that interloper if it just meant sleeping on a bed of… that! Yawning again, Rogue left, picking a room at random and going in to sprawl out on the bed. Clearly, the women of this apartment saw their beds as interchangeable… surely no one would mind her borrowing one until she could change her own sheets.
It wasn't until she was under the covers, kissing the pillow, that Rogue began to wonder if just grabbing Peter's prick and stuffing it in her mouth would've worked as well for her as it had for Tabitha…
The thought kept her awake.
Anyone could read a lot of newspapers in the morning: Reed Richards devoured a science journal during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Tony Stark got the Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and Daily Bugle delivered every morning—to Pepper Potts.
But a great agent had to be a little more informed than that, so Maury Diktovich had his tablet set to download the front pages of over two dozen gossip sites for his perusal during his morning bowel movement—something that at his age, gave him ample reading time.
Usually, this only netted him little tidbits to use. Today, though, he got a whale. One of his own clients had something to land herself on just about every comment section on the internet. Mary Jane Watson had not just had herself a gay wedding, but a normal one too. The woman had put a ring on having a threesome! As of that six AM, every guy in the country would want to be between her and her new wife—even the gay ones would line up to lick her Louboutins.
Tossing the tablet onto the bath mat, Maury groped for his phone until he got it. He had to scroll through a full five pages of contacts, but he finally found Mary Jane's number. He dialed her and got voice-mail. Between a new husband and a new wife, he could believe it! Maybe they were making a sex tape. Jesus, if they were and it leaked, he could get her in the next Star Wars!
"MJ, honey, babe-a-ma-tabe!" he greeted the hard drive of her phone. "Tell your old friend Maury a little something: you still wanna be a star, baby-cakes?"