Jean gasped, "Oh, yes, yes, guys!", her hand reaching around to squeeze Gwen's breast comfortably, with her other hand moving closer to Jasmine's body, "Jasmine, where do you want me to do with my hand?", wanting this to be fair all around.
Jasmine took a deep breath. "Could you... could you be willing to maybe touch me... down there?", she asked Jean, and she was a bit surprised by that. Then again, everyone was pretty much feeling pleasure down there during this moment, so maybe she just didn't want to be left out and gained enough courage to ask for it.
Jean smiled, "Of course I can, our desert flower.", moving her hand comfortably and steadily down to Jasmine's groin in her harem pants.
"Oh!", Jasmine cried out at the rush of pleasure that practically shot through her upon Jean's simple touch; something that hadn't occurred for such a long time with her; it was almost a feeling she had forgotten since she had touched herself before in the past when she was much younger and slowly blossoming into a young woman.
And even more, it was so liberating for she was forbidden to pleasure herself while under Jafar's reign of terror...It was like he had cameras all over the place, except that it was dark magic in a way.
And so, for five years before she became involved with Jean and Gwen, it was also so hard as well, and this...this is the first time she ever felt this again. She gasped softly, "Oh, Jean, please!", and Jean gladly complied, and so the foursome was in pleasure for several minutes before Jean groaned lightly in feeling so close to the edge, yet she was eager to help Gwen as it is her turn.
"Let's switch, okay, Peter?", Jean replied, looking at Peter who was already so hard, nodding, and Jean looked at Gwen with a smile, and with a spin, Gwen is now in the place, looking sensually at Peter, "Come on, Pete, go for it.".
Peter exhaled, nodding before going to kiss Gwen's breast, with Jasmine having a sudden idea, and whispered to Jean, "I'll go behind Peter, help him get pleasured to the limit down there while you help Gwen get pleasured to the limit down there.", feeling now confident to open her bra, and touch Peter's back to rub her breasts against his skin while she will still caress and rub his big man tent in his pants, kissing Peter's neck.
"Sounds like a plan...", Jean chuckled, really liking this more outgoing side of Jasmine who was not afraid to take charge in pleasurable play.
Jasmine then crawled over to rest behind Peter, taking another deep breath, and released her bra, as Jean went to rest behind Gwen, her hand already in motion to stroke and pleasure Gwen's groin through her pants, and Jasmine exhaled slowly across Peter's neck, causing him to shiver, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt supple flesh, no, plump supple flesh, a pair of breasts rubbing across his back, feeling lips touch his shoulders, and then gasped as he felt a hand stroke across his abs, down to his big man in his pants, and he spared a glance before whispering in shock, "J-Jasmine?".
"Just relax, Peter... let me do this.. I... I need to do this.", Jasmine was saying 'need' in terms of trying to boost her confidence and such; and of course, let Peter enjoy the pleasures of all that was happening... which was slowly starting to come to an end as Jean could start feeling the slow strain getting to her. She was indeed able to make things go a bit longer, but she still had very quick limits in terms of time.
Especially when she can feel the sunlight of the late afternoon coming into view to wake them up soon, with the thoughts of a few people out there still, and the fact that they need to come home for dinner.
Peter exhaled, nodded, relaxing for Jasmine's sake, "Okay.", releasing still a bit of nervous tension out of his body, and went to pleasure Gwen's breast, with Jean already stroking Gwen's groin, and Gwen moaned and cried out in pleasure while Jasmine worked on caressing Peter's back with her breasts and belly, kissing Peter's neck, while her hand began to stroke Peter's manhood in his tented pants.
"How does that feel, Peter?", Jasmine asked as Peter gave a small moan. "That feels wonderful, Jasmine... please, don't stop...", he bit his lip as she smiled.
"Good...", Jasmine kissed his neck once more as she started to move her hand on his tent a bit faster. Jasmine never imagined this to be wonderful and freeing for her, and there's one other thing that puts Peter way above Jafar, and that is saying please.
She finally realized that Peter would always be there for her, to listen, to care, to protect her, and she knew at last that she is ready, but from the looks of it, she saw that this is having to be finished soon, well, that is, for the pleasure part...but she hopes that they are okay with her not wanting to wait long for tonight.
She doesn't know if her hymen wall would exist here in the dreamworld, but she would technically lose her virginity...She may be 16, almost 17, but she has been stuck like this for five years, and well, she hopes they would understand...
"Jasmine...", Peter moaned once more as he was already starting to feel himself getting closer to the edge. With all the teasing and touching since almost the first moment things started, Peter was quite glad he was able to hold out for so long.
Jasmine whispered into his ear, "Is it really getting good, Peter?", as she stroked his tent a bit harder, confidence in her voice as she kissed under Peter's earlobe, and Peter moaned louder, "Oh...oh, yes, Jasmine, please keep going!", as his hand replaced his lips on Gwen's first breast and moved over to Gwen's other breast.
"So good!", Gwen moaned with pleasure as the others could certainly agree to that as their touching of each other got even faster. Peter could feel himself about to burst with how much pleasure he was feeling and thanks in part to Jasmine's efforts rubbing against his penis.
Jean rubbed Gwen's groin against her pants with her hand faster as she rubbed her own body over Gwen's back, kissing Gwen on the neck, whispering huskily, "I'm about to erupt. You?".
Gwen gasped, "Yes! So fucking close! How about you, Jazz?", and Jasmine nodded, "Yep.", rubbing herself even more over Peter's back, kissing Peter's neck deeper, "What about you, Peter? And you can curse, it's okay.".
"Fuck... I can't hold...", Peter groaned as he was seconds from bursting... which sadly for all involved was also pretty much the same time that Jean was unable to keep up her control on their minds.
The foursome blinked, waking up in the late afternoon light, and Jasmine mewed in frustration, "Aww, come on, I wanted to see the look on Peter's face when he was about to come!", followed by seeing that the girls felt the same way, with Peter exhaling as he saw that he was normal, not having a hard-on or got his boxers soaked, and clothed in the shirt, yet he felt so frustrated, realizing that somehow their dream soul selves are frozen in time, just waiting for release so badly.
"Sorry... Sorry...", Jean quickly tried to apologize. "I just couldn't hold there...", with a frustrated sigh. "It's alright.", Gwen said. "Gave us much longer than we had before, that's for sure... what time is it now, by the way?".
Peter glanced at his phone, widening his eyes, "Damn, we have been at this for an hour and half! It's already 5!", and Jean exhaled, "Best record for daytime immersion into the dreamworld, a good long nap there...Looks like you better fly back home, Gwen, if you don't want to miss out dinner with your dad.".
Gwen shook her head, "I already had dinner with Dad the last four nights...Still, I will text him. He will be fine about me wanting to come over for dinner, preceded by a sleepover, which your parents still need to know about us, Jean...".
Jean sighed deeply, "I know, but it doesn't feel like the right time...I mean, we had Jasmine's first life die on us last night, and I just want to forget...", and Jasmine sighed, meowing, "You can forget about it, Jean...All of you...I...I don't want to stop in the middle of the dreamworld like this...I'm ready...".
"You sure?", Peter asked her. "I mean, I know you say it now, but we mostly were just rubbing and kissing, that sort of thing. It's a bit different compared to full on sex and such...".
"He's got a point, Jazz.", Gwen added. "Last thing any of us want is for you to jump into the deep end too soon and let your mental injuries causing you issues.".
Jasmine sighed, "You know that I can't age, thanks to Jafar's curse, and for five years plus some, I've been stuck in my 16, almost 17 year old self, and yes, I helped out with Jean and Gwen in their pleasure sessions both in Jean's bedroom, and in my bedroom rarely, but you...you aren't Jafar, and if we're doing it in the dreamworld, you wouldn't have to hurt me down there if it's not there, though I don't know truly...And besides...you don't have to worry about making me pregnant thanks to...you know...", almost grieving for that part, but held strong...She's a princess forever and always, even if she's not royal anymore.
"I know.", Peter sighed as he leaned over to gently hug her while trying hard not to aggravate her injuries. "I... I would do whatever it takes for you though... you know that.".
"Known that for five years.", Jasmine cracked a little joke as she leaned to lick Peter's finger; the best way of her basically trying to kiss his hand.
Peter chuckled softly, "True...", stroking her paw tenderly, and Gwen exchanged looks with Jean, and Jean exhaled, "Okay, there's something on your mind, Gwen. What is it?".
Gwen bit her lip, "Should we do it too, to show Jasmine that it isn't scary?", and Jean frowned softly, "You heard Jasmine...She wants Peter tonight, and it's fair for she needs to face her fears, but it doesn't mean that we can't help her...If we help Jasmine get comfortable and relaxed, and stay at her sides when Peter does it, she will see that she isn't alone or forced, just loved and surrounded by all of us...".
"Wait, tonight?", Peter asked as Gwen chuckled, "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet, Pete... pretty much most guys would be jumping at the thought of doing it with someone like Jasmine as soon as they could.".
"Yeah... but...", Peter closed his eyes and rubbed his temples for a moment to get his mind in order once more. "Alright, if she wants to do it tonight, I guess I can-".
"Wait.", Gwen tensed up. There was a brief pause. "Someone's near...", she said as everyone froze up. "No, wait... make that two.", with a nod. "Two?", Jasmine asked as Jean closed her eyes, "Yes... man and a woman...".
"The man's a bit of a distance behind her, he's not with her...", Gwen said as she continued to listen when Jean's eyes widened. "Shit! For good reason! Sick bastard's following her, waiting for the right time to assault her!", Jean exclaimed.
Jasmine gasped, widening her eyes in fear and worry, shivering despite her fur, "She needs help! But how can we help?!", and Peter narrowed his eyes, seeing Jasmine in place of the woman, and he knew he had to do something.
He asked Gwen quickly, "How close are they?", and Gwen replied, "Coming near the west side of the warehouse. What are you going to do?".
Peter responded fiercely, "I'm going to stop him. I need to help. I didn't do anything last night with that bouncer!", running from the couch, and whipping out a web to his backpack, taking out his mask.
He didn't know why he kept the suit under his clothes as he practically didn't sleep well last night, being exhausted and not caring to change out as the suit brought him near-tragedy with Jasmine's first life-death and managed to put some deodorant and all for the day, but now he realized why he kept it, is because he was looking for a reason to.
"Which direction?", Peter asked as he pulled the mask over his head as Jean and Gwen pointed which way before Peter decided to get up high and sent up a web and used some momentum to pull himself through one of the upper windows of the warehouse and get himself up onto the roof.
"Gwen, go with him... keep an eye out on him just in case he might need help...", Jean suggested. "You sure? I mean, I don't exactly get a mask or anything like that... last thing I would want is for that creep to see my face and remember me.", Gwen replied.
Jean replied, "Use your superspeed to trip him or something. He would blame that on gravity or himself failing to watch his step.", and Gwen nodded, zooming into the shadows, joining Peter.
Jean held Jasmine in a cuddle gently as much as possible, watching her bandages and injury, "I'm here, Jasmine...Everything is alright.", and Jasmine nodded softly, praying that Peter is safe...
Peter quickly got his clothes off, instinctively turning around to see Gwen joining him, and he spoke, "You ain't budging, are you?", and Gwen replied, "You ain't alone, Spiderman. I'll be in the shadows. He won't see me if I use my superspeed.".
Peter nodded, "Alright, fine.", sprinting to the edge of the warehouse where he is starting to hear the woman's shouts, "Don't touch me! What are you doing? No, no, stop it! Help!".
'Shit, he's already trying it...' Peter thought to himself as he soon reached the roof edge where he was able to look down and see the man had the woman at knife point and was pinning her against the wall. 'Okay, Parker... one chance... get the knife away and this guy is toast.'
He soon leapt off the roof towards the next wall where he would be behind the assailant and stuck to the wall while taking a deep breath and aiming his wrist.
One moment, the guy is enjoying the terrified look on the woman's face, eager to take this rather pretty woman's goods, his knife scaring the woman into submission, and then the next moment, he saw something grab around his hand, and he was pulled hard, slamming into the ground, losing the knife, and he grunted, scrambling to grab his knife when a foot stepped into his hand, and he looked up, his eyes widening in confusion, shock, seeing a creepy yet badass suit, wearing black and red, two red eyeholes looking at him.
He heard a voice, a male voice speaking angrily, "You are a bastard, going for an innocent woman. You deserve a good pummeling. What will it be?".
The man quickly glanced as the woman was running as fast as she could away from him. "Yeah, get home safely, miss! I'll make sure this guy gets his just desserts.", her savior called out to her before turning his attention back to the man. "Now then... your choice?".
The man decided to take out his anger on this wannabee hero and managed to punch him in the knee. That really didn't work as the man suddenly felt his free hand hurt really bad as it was almost like punching a brick wall there. Peter's improved body and the Kevlar stitched into the suit made sure of that.
Peter hummed, "You're an insect. Remember this, then.", before laying a spin-kick into the side of the guy's head, and the guy rolled not once, but twice, slamming into the wall, and he groaned, feeling his ribs bruise up really good, and he's having a nasty headache, and he widened his eyes as the costumed hero walked up to him, "Don't, please, don't!", cradling his painful hand, shaking his head.
Peter snorted, "I don't kill insects or bastards like you, but there's one more thing to remember. Spiderman, that's me, always promises one way or another, and I promise you'll never, ever threaten a woman or even be of use to any of your gang or yourself, and this is your just dessert.", before stomping hard on the guy's groin.
He knew that this isn't Jafar, but this is the least best way possible for him to imagine without killing a person here in New York City, and if a sick bastard deserved it, well, who would blame Peter?
Peter took a deep breath as the man basically wasn't going anywhere. Part of him hoped that the woman that he was attacking might have run to the police and that maybe they're on their way... when he glanced up to see Gwen watching him.
An idea clicked as he sat the man up before webbing his wrists to the wall. "Just to make sure you stay put for a bit.", Peter said before climbing up the wall to Gwen.
Gwen whistled in awe as Peter made it, "You did it...You took your first bad guy down.", and Peter blinked before smiling under his mask, "You know, I did...You hear any sirens anywhere?".