Chapter Two: Fantastic Foursome

Although Peter was still confused about the transformation that was going on with his body, one thing was for certain: he was feeling better than he had ever felt in his entire life. He was at least five times stronger than he had ever been before… maybe even stronger, and his penis had grown one-and-a-half times its size overnight, which allowed it to sway back-and-forth like a pendulum as he strutted down the streets of New York. The only bad thing, so far, was the fact that his hormones had also increased greatly as well. Luckily, thanks to his science teacher, Miss Basinger, he was able to get some relief from those uncontrollable desires when she allowed him to fuck her brains out after class. Unfortunately, though, that relief would only suppress those hormones for a short while.

It all started right back up again when a squad of women joggers ran past him. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the tight leggings they wore, which revealed the shape of their perfect asses, not to mention how their perky breasts bounced up and down inside their sports bras. Even as the joggers got further and further away, it was as if his eyesight continued to zoom in closer and closer, the same way binoculars were able to do.

He had to shake his head a couple of times in order to regain his regular vision. "Okay. So… I'm stronger, longer, and now I have super eyesight?" he thought to himself. "I wonder how fast I can run now?"

He looked to see how far away the women joggers had gotten. "Let's see how quickly I can catch up to them," he proposed, taking off running as fast as he could.

Within a few seconds, he was running so fast that he thought his feet were going to lift straight up off the ground like an airplane. "Woo-hoo!" He shouted gleefully.

After a few more seconds, he could see that he was nearly about to catch up to the ladies. Unfortunately, he was staring so closely at their asses that he didn't see the car that was heading right for him.

Just then, that tingling feeling went off in his head again, just like it did when Principal Hawking was about to enter the science class while he was fucking Miss Basinger.

Instinctively, his body told him to jump out of the way before his eyes could even see the car coming. When he did, he found himself springing through the air like a grasshopper until finally landing on a concrete surface.

He was completely shocked to see that the concrete surface he had landed on was a vertical wall, and he was somehow able to stick directly to it as if he had suction cups attached directly to his hands and feet. Based on how far down the ground looked, he figured he must have jumped nearly thirty feet high.

He looked at his fingertips. There, he discovered small fibers protruding from his skin, allowing him to stick to the wall like a bug.

He turned his head upwards to see how tall the building was. He then decided to scale the wall until he made it to the top.

"Amazing!" He said to himself. "I have freaking superpowers!"

He then looked over towards a taller high rise building and decided to also scale that one all the way to the top as well.

After making it to the roof, he looked down towards the ground again. The city looked so small from up there. He threw his hands in the air. "I'm the King of New York!" He shouted, though nobody was around to hear him.

Suddenly, a buzzing noise started vibrating inside his ears. When he looked around to see what it was, he realized it was only a fly. But the buzzing noise sounded much louder than it should have been, his hearing obviously now enhanced as well.

The fly kept buzzing past his head over and over again. "Go away, you damn fly!" Peter demanded, trying to swat it away.

The fly circled back around. This time, Peter focused his eyes more closely on it. His focus became so sharp that it almost made the fly look as if it was circling in slow motion.

Instinctively, Peter swung his arm around and pointed his wrist at the fly. And then, something miraculous happened when a silky web-line shot out of it, hitting the fly, and trapping it against the wall.

Peter's eyes widened. He wasn't quite sure about what had just happened. "Did I just shoot sperm out of my wrist?" He asked himself, studying the silky smooth web-line still attached to his wrist.

When he touched it with his free hand, he realized it wasn't quite as gooey as the stuff that had shot out of his penis earlier. This was more firm, and when he pulled on it, it felt more taut.

Just then, something else completely different caught his attention. It was no longer the web-line that had just shot out from his wrist, No, it was something he saw from the penthouse of an adjacent building.

Three barely dressed women were dancing near the window. And from what he could tell, they were beautiful. All of them were dressed in lingerie. His eyes couldn't help but continue to zero in on their tight figures. His lust began to grow.

That's when something crazy entered his mind. "I wonder if this web-line could get me over there," he pondered.

"Now, if I can just figure out how I made the webs come out in the first place."

He then stuck out his wrist and hollered, "Go web!" But nothing happened. "Fly! Up up and away! Shazam!" Still nothing.

He stood and concentrated harder. He knew he wanted to make it over to the penthouse. "Come on, webs! I need more pussy!"

Just then, a web shot out, but it didn't quite reach the building. He then concentrated even harder. This time, the web shot out and managed to attach itself to the top ledge of the penthouse.

He grabbed hold of the line, said a little prayer, and then leapt off the side of the building.

He thought he was simply going to swing across, however, the web-line was a bit more elastic than he expected it to be, causing him to swing much further down than he thought it was going to. And then, just like a bungee cord, it shot him straight back up.

"Whoa!-Whoa!-Whoa!" He screamed, realizing his upward trajectory was going to make him slingshot completely past the penthouse balcony.

At the last second, he managed to spin another web, attaching it to the window of the penthouse, the sudden redirection nearly causing him to get whiplash.

He was now heading directly for the balcony. However, he realized he was coming in too fast and he had no way of slowing himself down. The only thing he could do was hope for the best.

The ladies were still dancing inside the penthouse when they suddenly heard a loud thud against the glass. When they looked out, Peter was flattened against the window like a Garfield ornament on the inside window of a car.

They rushed out to help him as he slowly melted down the window.

One of the ladies looked over the side of the balcony. "How the hell did you get up here? We must be at least thirty stories high."

Peter was still dazed. "Web… Lingerie… Dancing," he mumbled.

"Let's get him inside," another woman said.

"Our boss doesn't like unexpected visitors. Especially ones that mess up the glass like that," the other one stated as she helped pull him inside the penthouse.

After helping him inside, they tried sitting him up on the couch.

"Check to see if he has a wallet."

Just as they started to reach for his back pocket, Peter grabbed the woman's wrist. "You don't need to do that. I'm starting to get my wits back."

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Peter," he replied.

Just then, Peter got a better look at the three ladies. He was amazed at how familiar the three of them looked to Hollywood starlets. He first looked at the white woman with sandy blonde hair. "You look just like Scarlett Johanssen, the one that plays Black Widow in those Avenger movies." Then he looked over at a caramel-skinned woman. "You look just like Jessica Alba, the one who played Sue Storm in those Fantastic Four movies. And finally, he looked over at the black woman. "And you, you look just like Halle Berry, the one who played Storm in the original X-Men movies."

"We know," the Scarlett Johanssen look-alike replied. "Our boss gave us plastic surgery so that we would look like them. In fact, we even got our names legally changed to Scarlett, Jessica, and Halle."

"Your boss?" Peter repeated. "Why would he do that?"

"Because. We are high class working girls. And he wanted our customers to have the Hollywood girlfriend experience."

"Working girls?" Peter repeated, befuddled by that comment.

"Yeah. Working girls. You know… prostitutes?" The Halle Berry look-alike responded.

"That's why we were going to look inside your wallet. We were hoping you had some money in there. Or… at least, you better have some money if our boss catches you up here."

"Umm… I don't have any money on me right now," Peter retorted. "However… I do have THIS," he continued, pulling his penis out of his pants, wanting to show it off.

The three women's eyes got big and their jaws dropped. "Wow! This boy is packing some heat!" Jessica declared.

"True dat! Now I see why his name is Peter," Halle smiled. "Big Peter!" she added, causing the other two ladies to giggle.

"I bet, when he swings his hips, it looks like a grandfather clock," Scarlett quipped.

"Did you think you could just come up here and whip out your big ol' penis, and we were just going to give you some?" Jessica asked.

Peter started to sweat. His plan wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped it would have.

Once again, just like before with Miss Basinger, his perspiration caused irresistible pheromones to drift through the air, causing the ladies to get horny.

"Well, I guess we could give the kid a break. I mean… he did manage to climb all the way up here somehow," Halle made mention, giving Peter a wink.

"Yeah. I guess we could give the poor guy a freebie this one time," Scarlett stated, licking her lips while staring down at Peter's penis.

"I mean, as long as the boss doesn't find out, I think it would be okay," Jessica agreed.

At that moment, the three ladies knelt down in front of Peter, who was still sitting back on the couch, and all three of them grabbed hold of his penis at the same time.

They began massaging it slowly, allowing the shaft to become more and more erect, until finally, it was standing rock hard. This time, even bigger than it was when he fucked the science teacher.

The ladies' mouths began to drool. The pheromones had completely taken over at that point.

Jessica tilted her head to the side, putting her lips on his shaft, and then began french-kissing it up-and-down, slobbing on it like it was a corn-cob.

Halle also tilted her head and began french-kissing the other side of the shaft up-and-down, the same way Jessica was doing.

And then, Scarlett opened her mouth wide and placed it directly over the tip of his penis, the sensation of her warm lips causing his penis to start throbbing uncontrollably.

Scarlett then started bobbing her head up-and-down, taking in as much of it as she could, almost choking on it when it hit the back of her throat, also causing Peter to moan euphorically.

Jessica stopped for a moment so that she could pull off her red-laced bra. Then she stood up on the couch, bent over, and placed her supple breasts directly in Peter's face. "Suck on my titties," she begged, placing the left nipple near his mouth.

Peter puckered up and began kissing the areola. He then worked his way over to the other breast, kissing around that areola as well. After that, he began moving his head back-and-forth between both breasts in a figure-eight formation, sucking each nipple as they poked out firm and high.

Halle also stood up for a moment, removing her white-laced panties, and then made her way towards the top of the couch, nudging Jessica over a bit. She then turned, placing her perfect ass directly in Peter's face. "Squeeze my cheeks," she instructed, bending over in a vertical sixty-nine position.

Peter took both hands and placed them directly on her ass-cheeks and began squeezing. He could feel her wet pussy as it pressed against his chin. And then his tongue began to flutter inside his mouth. It wanted to taste that pussy. Without hesitation, he lifted her pussy up to his lips, and then he began licking it up and down, burying his face in as far as he could, causing Halle to let out a loud moan.

Scarlett could tell Halle wanted to suck on his rock hard cock, being that she was in the perfect sixty-nine position, so she took her mouth off and allowed Halled to take over.

That gave Scarlett enough time to stand up and remove all of her light-pink lingerie, tossing them into Peter's face.

Peter stopped munching on Halle's pussy just long enough to get a whiff of Scarlett's panties. "Mmm-mmm-mmm," he smiled, the panties smelling like roses.

Then Scarlett tapped on Halle's head, letting her know she was ready for more action. After Halle removed her mouth, Scarlett stood directly over Peter's dick, and then slowly lowered herself down onto it, sinking further down until she couldn't go any further. "Oh!" she moaned. Then she started moving up and down, her back fully erect as she enjoyed the pleasure of each stroke.

Peter began breathing heavily, still trying to stick his tongue inside Halle's pussy as far as he could.

Jessica tried staying involved by smacking Halle on her ass as she moaned from Peter's tongue twirling around inside her like a Texas-tornado. Jessica then grabbed hold of Peter's hand and placed his fingers on her dripping wet pussy. "Bang the shit out of me," she commanded.

Those soft fibers began to form on his fingertips again. He then placed them into her pussy and started moving them in a curling formation, as if he were posturing for someone to "come here."

Jessica's body began to tingle all over as she felt the soft fibers caressing her insides. "You've got such magical hands," she whispered, while tugging on his earlobe with her teeth.

Scarlett continued moving up-and-down on his shaft until she couldn't hold back the feeling any longer, letting out a loud moan as she came all over his dick.

Halle took that as a sign. "It's my turn to ride now," she demanded, lifting her pussy off of Peter's face and repositioning herself in a reverse cowgirl position.

Scarlett lifted herself off of his penis and allowed Halle to hop on. She then went over to the opposite side of Jessica and allowed Peter to bang her with his other hand the same way he was fingering Jessica.

Halle continued riding up-and-down his throbbing shaft, her apple bottom looking glorious to Peter's eyes. Each stroke was making him harder and harder.

Within seconds, Halle couldn't take it anymore. It was like trying to last more than eight seconds on an untamed bull. She let out a loud moan as she lifted herself off of him, her pussy dripping with cum.

Scarlett was also feeling the tingles from Peter's fingers moving around inside of her to the point that her pussy started squirting all over, shooting out like the webbing did from Peter's wrist earlier.

Jessica was happy to see that Peter's fat cock was now available for her to ride. She took his fingers out of her and got herself into a doggy-style position. "Put it in me," she pleaded, her perfect ass up in the air begging for a pounding.

Peter quickly repositioned himself to be right over her ass. He grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks and then plunged his giant cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh-yes!" she moaned.

Scarlett made her way around, laid on her back, and placed her pussy directly in front of Jessica's face, allowing Jessica to eat her out while she was getting pounded.

Halle then made her way over to Scarlett and sat directly on her face, now allowing Scarlett to eat her out as well.

Peter couldn't believe his eyes. Three of the most beautiful women in the world were having a fantastic foursome with him.

His eyes moved back-and-forth, first staring at Jessica's rump bottom, then over towards Halle's perfect breasts, watching her receive oral pleasure from Scarlett. While at the same time, Scarlett received oral pleasure from Jessica.

That's when the tingling sensation in his shaft began to form. It grew stronger and stronger with each stroke inside Jessica's wet pussy. And finally, he couldn't hold back any longer as he barely was able to pull out in time, shooting his web-like cum all over Jessica's backside, even spraying some of it onto Scarlett's stomach, and all the way over onto Halle's breasts.

The three ladies were in shock at how much came out. Plus they were amazed at how sticky it was, nearly impossible to remove from their skin.

Suddenly, Peter got that buzzing feeling in his brain again, warning him about something. "Someone is coming up the elevator," he announced.

"Shit! It must be Hammerhead!" Jessica fretted, hopping up to gather her clothes.

"Hammerhead?" Peter retorted.

"Yeah. That's our pimp!" Halle replied, also rushing to get some clothes back on.

"Why do you call him Hammerhead? Is that the shape of his penis, or something?" Peter genuinely wanted to know.

"You don't want to stick around long enough to find out," Scarlett warned. "You better get out of here."

"Where am I supposed to go?" Peter blurted.

"The same way you got up here, I suppose," Scarlett suggested, pushing Peter out the door and onto the balcony.

She then closed the blinds just as Hammerhead walked in.

The three ladies stood there, hoping Hammerhead didn't suspect anything, knowing they would be in big trouble if they had sex with someone without making good money.

Meanwhile, Peter stood on the balcony, trying to get webs to shoot out of his wrists again, but it was of no use. He must have emptied himself when he shot his load all over the ladies. Even the sticky fibers weren't showing up on his hands to allow him to climb down the side of the building.

Hammerhead realized something was wrong right away. He could smell the sex in the air, not to mention how badly the couch looked with Peter's web-like semen still stuck to it. "Where is he!?" He demanded to know. "Someone shot their wad, but I don't see a wad of cash on my table."

That's when he pushed the ladies aside and opened the blinds.

There, Peter stood with a scared smirk on his face. When he caught a glimpse of him, Peter finally realized why they called him Hammerhead. His head was big and the top of his skull was flat… like the head of a hammer.

Hammerhead also noticed the smear marks on the window from where Peter smacked into it earlier. He then slid the door open. "You fucked my women, AND fucked up my windows… without paying any money! Now I'm going to fuck you up and then throw your ass over the side of the balcony!" He declared, lunging in Peter's direction.

Peter barely had time to react because Hammerhead was surprisingly fast.

Peter leapt into the air at the last second, causing Hammerhead to slam into the rails of the balcony.

"Get back here, you little shit!" Hammerhead demanded, watching Peter run back into the penthouse.

Peter tried making it to the elevator, but Hammerhead was fast, and within a split-second, he had already caught up to Peter before he could get the doors of the elevator to open up.

Hammerhead then grabbed hold of Peter's collar and flung him across the room, causing Peter to land onto a table.

Before Peter could react, Hammerhead was already back on him, pinning him down, and smashing his head into the table. "You are going to pay me a thousand dollars for each woman of mine that you fucked… OR YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" he threatened.

While Peter's head was getting smashed into the table, he noticed an advertisement for a wrestling event in the newspaper. It read, Last Three Minutes in the Ring Against Buzzsaw and Win Three-thousand Dollars.

"I know how I can pay you!" Peter shouted, allowing Hammerhead to release some of the tension. "I promise, by this time tomorrow night, I will have your money!" he assured him.