Spider-Man: Blended

“What kind of surprise party is this?” Gwen asked Felicia as they arrived on Earth-Peter, as Gwen thought of it—the one where Peter was alive and not black. And single.

Felicia—the goggles Felicia, who seemed to have a thing for universes where Peter was alive and not black and an adult—looked at her innocently. “What do you mean? It’s a birthday party. You, me, and Mary Jane give him lots of cake.”

She referred to the Mary Jane of Earth-Peter, who Gwen quite liked and slightly wanted to open-mouth kiss. “See, that’s just it, cake, there’s a bit of a double meaning…”

“What are you getting at here?”

“Just that we’re not going to jump out of a giant cake in bikinis or anything.”

“Of course now. It would be a very tight fit. Neither of you are that flexible.”

“Good… wait, wha-hey?”

They’d reached the door to Peter’s apartment, privacy concerns having compelled them to arrive only in the hallway outside the apartment and not inside.

“Mary Jane should be here already,” Felicia said, trying the doorknob. “If she’s not, I can definitely pick this lock.”

“I’m just saying,” Gwen continued. “Peter’s single here, so… and Mary Jane is single, too.”

Felicia paused with her foot in the door. “So you think they’re going to get together?”

“So I think you may be going to seduce one of them. Or both of them.”

“Feeling left out?” Felicia teased, and threw the door open.

The lights were off, or so it appeared in the microsecond before the darkness rushed out and yanked them inside.

***

Peter was not worried about the darkness. At present, he was apoplectic over the thought of his small, intimate birthday dinner with MJ turning into some kind of riot. He’d just remembered Spider-Gwen had hinted at dropping in—saying there was a present she meant to give him, but she might as well save it for his birthday—and the Felicia over in Miles Morales’s universe had pointedly read out his date of birth from his license after swiping his wallet. She too had vowed to get him something.

The last thing he needed was the multi-car pile-up of all of them trying to show him a good time at once. Judging by how well normal dates went, three women trying to flirt with him at once would probably merit a Skrull invasion.

So thinking, he came up to his apartment, reflexively unlocked the door, tried the knob and realized that he’d locked it by rote. He unlocked it—again—and was just realizing that the door had been unlocked as he opened it, and the darkness added him to its collection.

***

Peter awoke how long later he didn’t know, stripped down to his boxers, twisting and turning to the will of a rope. His hands were tied, bound together by superstrong symbiote webbing, and a webline held him suspended in the air as a cracking whip slashed pain into his back.

“Jesus! God! What the hell is going on?”

“Shussh! Every birthday boy gets a spanking!” The whip lashed at his bared back and he arched in unpretending reflex to the sting. The voice was familiar—sly and mischievous like Mary Jane’s, but speaking in the sultry lounge singer cadence of Felicia. 

“MJ? Cat? Who’s there?”

“Why, both, of course.” Coiling the whip back up in her hand, the woman circled in front of him. “And Gwen too, lover.”

Peter couldn’t believe it. He saw just about all there was to see of her. She was tall and statuesque, with long legs covered in the symbiote to form something of a cross between thigh-high boots and simple stockings. Further dwindling strands of it connected across her thighs, like garters, to bridge the footwear to the main body of the symbiote.

On her torso was essentially a one-piece corset, cutting between her buttocks like a thong and stopping at her breasts like a tube top. Another strand of symbiote, like saliva left from a licking tongue, ran up from between her breasts and became a choker at her neck. Gloves—connected to the symbiote on her chest by free-hanging strands like manacles—completed the ensemble. Their glossy vinyl look made her look like a dominatrix.

Beyond that, she was gorgeous, with Mary Jane’s legginess, Felicia’s impressive bust, and a little of Gwen’s mischievousness in her sparkling eyes. Each was of a different color—one blue, one green. Her hair was bright red, but the pubic hair he could see curling to the sides of her high-strung crotchband was white. To him, she looked nothing short of perfection—a dream brought about by meeting Gwen, Cat, and MJ all in one day.

“Who… who are you? How are you?”

“The symbiote,” she said, pulling the coiled whip taut in her hands. “It’s matured now. It can do what the rest of its race can. Grow its own hosts by combining DNA, combining memories. I’m Mary Jane… and I’m Felicia… and I’m Gwen. All the women you love. And now, in this form, you’ll find the thought of merging with us… far more pleasant.”

“Uh-huh,” Peter said. “Where’re the real things?”

She rolled her eyes. “Safe. It’s not like you’re involved with any of them, so… no need to remove the competition. Yet.”

“And why would I be interested in some unholy amalgamation of Mary Jane and Gwen? GweMJ? Sounds like one of those crazy slash ships.”

She smiled at him. “You can call me Eve. And together, we’ll make hosts for the continuation of both our races.”

“Oh, now you want to get old-fashioned. Take me to the real MJ. Now!”

“Uh-uh,” Eve said, letting her whip fall to the ground. “I have all Felicia’s memories, remember? I know what you like. What you need. And while Gwen may be rather useless to me, superpowers aside, I did take one interesting thing from her: her pussy.” She smiled and drew back the whip. “You’re going to take my virginity, Spider. All of it.”

Peter felt himself growing after hearing that—not that he could hold himself back much after seeing the love child of MJ, Gwen, and Felicia parading around in a spare Emma Frost number—and Eve stared in mock indignation at the swelling of his cock.

“Peter!” The surprise in her eyes was pure mischief. “There’s no need to get all hot and bothered! We’re not starting yet…”

A mixture of wild emotions stormed Peter as he hung there. He knew he wanted to stay soft, to play the hero cleanly, indifferently... he also knew there was no way that was going to happen, unless he received a sudden transfusion of liquid nitrogen. 

With the way things were going inside his head and his hypered body, it was going to be craziness everywhere. The crawling certainty took him that he didn't care now. He really wanted to keep it down, but everyone else wanted it up. Staring down his front, he glared at his half-inflated erection, still contained miraculously by frantically stretched boxers. Last desperate moment willing the hardening to stop. It refused to go away.

"That's gorgeous, Peter," purred Eve. "Vent a little frustration, Mary Jane!"

Sprawled indolently beneath her prisoner on the rope, irritated at two newcomers showing up at their birthday party, Mary Jane used Eve’s hand and wielded the whip with devastating effectiveness. Her lashes were slightly painful, but massively erotic in their sting. Peter's cock, storming to total erection, leaped from the top of the thin boxers and straight-armed the air, helpless and unattended.

Peter turned in the air, and now he saw that beneath him in the studio apartment were Gwen and Mary Jane, held under a layer of symbiote like butterflies in a collection, moving together like they were underneath silk sheets. 

Gwen kissed her way across thrusting breasts and down MJ’s midriff. Mary Jane let Gwen's lips creep closer and closer to her vulva.

It was torture to Peter to be hung like a side of beef above their play. His phallus, swollen but obviously uninteresting to them, danced in rigid protest from the front of his body and he felt its pulse exploding throughout his body.

“Call it a wet dream,” Eve said. “I thought that’d be way more fun than the bondage thing. You know you’re the only one we want to tie up, Spider…”

Peter continued to rotate, and saw a figure that could only be Felicia cocooned to the wall by webbing, the thin but strong layer of mummification showing all her curves through its wrapping. Only her nostrils were exposed, and Peter could see the strands of webbing shifting with her heaving breaths.

“Don’t worry, deep down she likes it,” Eve said. “Haven’t you figured out by now that the reason she keeps coming back for more is that you keep tying her up? But don’t worry—she may be a sub, but MJ’s in here too and she’s a total dom.”

A dangling Peter, refused cooperation by the one part of his body he wished would dangle, hung hopelessly aroused to his inspection by Eve. He gawked, helplessly intrigued by Eve’s skintight costume, more bodypaint than clothing, her nipples and labia obvious but unobtrusive within the symbiote’s thin, gentle caress. 

"You're very pretty, Peter." Eve stood directly under the swaying figure, watching the awkward penduluming of his hard-on as if it was the most ordinary occurrence she had seen all day. “No wonder we all want to fuck you. You should hear what Felicia wants to do to you, mmm-mm-mmm! I don’t know if you can satisfy all three of us. We might have to get a Spider-Woman or two as well…”

Eve stood arms and legs akimbo in full view of the dumbfounded prisoner. Her dazzling femininity glowed in ivory perfection under the harsh naked lightbulb... and there at her groin was a devastating, tantalizing contradiction to the luscious flesh surrounding it. A great black shaft capped with a frighteningly real white crown ramrodded from the womanliness of her lower body. 

“Felicia knows exactly how to use it. Maybe that’s why you rate her so highly. She knows exactly how she’d fuck herself, and when you finally stop getting hung up on the law and give it to her, well…” Eve slapped the cat o' nine tails in a nasty suggestive smacking against the palm of her hand, her hips rocking slightly to shake the dildo at Peter as if it were really alive.

Then Eve spoke in Felicia’s voice: "Beat him!" squealed Felicia.

Raw passion tore at Peter as every woman he’d ever loved laid on him with the torturing strands. He was fiercely aroused by the sizzling wonder of her combined body. He saw Mary Jane and Gwen burrowing into each other in maddening indifference to his troubles.

Thwacckkk! The thongs slapped smartly across his buttocks and the savage reflex against the ropes made it seem his shaft would leave his front.

"Wait!" shrilled Gwen. "You’re about to give him a dick slip!”

“Yes—it is ridiculous for him to be so covered up," Mary Jane said.

Eve stretched to the turbulent groin of a now frenziedly writhing Peter. The boxers shredded from his hips and loaded testicles joined the bared display. 

"What’d happen if you whipped his pretty parts?” Felicia asked.

“Hey, we’re using those!” Mary Jane said.

“It’s so big though,” Gwen said.

“Your impressions aren’t impressing me,” Peter said. “If those three are in there, they’re fighting you and they’ll win.”

“Oh, Peter, don’t you get it?” Eve asked. “This is what they want. The one thing all of them… want.” The strands slashed dangerously close to his flailing cock and the sheer threat to his most tender zone by one so tender in her love was an erotic nightmare to the prisoner. Writhing and wriggling, contorting in frantic want of the female striking him, stung him to the core.

"Take it, Peter... take it!" The seething excitement of Mary Jane and Gwen hugging each other, mating their pussies beneath their explosively wonderful breasts, sizzled through every nerve ending even more than the tantalizing sting of the thongs.

"Awwhhhgg... I... I'm gonna..." From deep and far off his climax charged, as he swung in an aggravated arch before his audience. All action in the apartment stopped to watch the stunning rain of male desire flying frustrated and uncontrolled from Peter. Legs crossed, powerful upper body strained in outrageous contortion, he let the climax spray in total abandon as his body swung helplessly attached to the rope.

"What a waste!" shrieked Felicia. "Cut him down!" Gwen shrilled. "The tiger must be punished at once. Drop him from the rope and let him know our' displeasure."

Peter landed on his feet before Eve and almost simultaneously bounced to the floor as she dropped him with a surprise tackle. Before he had absorbed the seriousness of Eve’s intent, she had him spread on the floor, smiling at his defeat. Dropping to her knees, red hair pulled in sexy disarray almost obscuring her face, she was to Peter a totally different person from all her predecessors. Now she was a woman taunting him with a goddamned pretend prick. He'd show her.

Peter reached almost savagely to snare Eve’s unprotected arm and drag it sharply across her deeply bent back. He was determined to end the contest and put things back to some kind of sense. 

Staring at his musculature, worshipping his male body, Eve forced him back in a violent arch and as he strained in a deep crescent, he felt only want for her. What a sight he must present to Mary Jane and Gwen! God... and Felicia must be listening too!

Blood was driving now, pounding into that most overdeveloped of his muscles. The glow of the bright bulb overhead shone directly on his torso and he let himself be forced back still more by Eve. Down his front he caught a glimpse of how the light accented the hills and valleys of his splendidly toned musculature. There at his groin soared the most rigid bone of all—a ripe, freshened erection. What had drooped lifeless when he was dropped from the rope, was rock-hard in total readiness. On bared display to the eager eyes of his tormentor.

"Hawyahhh!" The bullish cry broke from his lips and he lurched and wrenched free of the ineffective hold Eve had. "Now let’s just cut the crap! You want to know what I think of your drag show?" He threw himself across Eve and ripped the play cock unceremoniously from her front. With the symbiote there removed, he could see her real groin underneath. Pubic hair white as the driven snow.

His arms swept Eve's hips before she could dodge and she spilled helplessly across Gwen and Mary Jane's succulent curves. cushioning her fall to the floor. "I'm going to introduce you to what a real cock feels like!"

"Is this going to hurt?" Eve murmured, suddenly speaking in Gwen’s soft, neurotic voice. "Your cock looks like it will split me in two!"

Peter felt a sudden swell of sympathy for her. She wasn’t Venom, she was some creation—an alien lifeform brought into a world she couldn’t quite understand, built out of three different jigsaw puzzles that were themselves unfinished. She was no more responsible for her actions, really, than a robot that had just been activated. And as much as he’d decided the only way to get out of this was to just go along with it, he might as well be a gentleman about it.

"Don't worry about it," Peter answered, his voice soft and low as he placed his right hand over her white hairs, feeling the hot, moist entrance of her cunt. He glided his finger gently against the opening, feeling her clit harden beneath his touch.

Eve mooned with pleasure as jolts of excitement filled her body with feelings she hadn't known possible.

"Oh fuck me!" she whimpered into his chest. "Get rid of my cherry!"

Peter slipped a finger into her churning cunt as she jutted her hips forward. He fingered her gently, slicking her cunt up with her juices, feeling his finger being sucked and caressed with her inner walls.

"I want your cock!" Eve cried out. "Stick it in my pussy!"

Peter pulled himself over on top of the girl and spread her legs with his knees. He nuzzled his large cockhead against the needful warmth of her slit and rolled his hips around, slicking up his cock with her juices, as his heart pounded with lust.

"I will," Peter moaned, his mouth on Eve's. "I’ll fuck you nice and slow—like I know all of you like."

He slipped his enormous cockhead into the tight opening of her cunt, not moving it any further. He felt the girl tense up, as the first hard cock of her life was being pushed into her stretching cunt. Although it was almost impossible not to lunge deeply into her pussy, Peter maintained control and gently pushed his cockhead in and out, until he felt her tense folds relax a little.

"Give me all of it!" Felicia groaned, Eve’s body thrashing against his, both of them aching with anticipation.

“No, this is nice, romantic—“ Mary Jane said.

“It’s so big,” Gwen said.

The amalgam of the three ladies might all love him, all appeal to him, but there was a massive difference in preferences: from Mary Jane’s wild frenzy to Felicia’s sensual play to Gwen’s nervous, needy passion. It was filling Eve with conflict to try to satisfy all three of the ingredients that had made her—Peter could use that.

Peter slipped in his cock a couple of inches, totally filling her and pushing out against her tender virginity, and then he pulled his cock almost all the way out. The next time he forced more of his cock into her pussy and increased his momentum. By now he had almost half of his cock into her tiny hole, feeling the pressure of her membrane against his cockhead.

Eve screamed out in pain and pleasure, not knowing which sensation was greater as Peter pulled his cock almost all the way out and then, in one movement, buried his cock deep inside her, tearing her cherry apart in one thrust.

"Oh, God!" Eve screamed, biting Peter's tongue and lips. "Fuck me! Fuck us!"

Peter felt his balls tremble with a gigantic load of hot cum as his cock was soothed and caressed against her inner muscles. He began to fuck Eve savagely, thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his cock in and out, and hammering away.

“No, wait—“ Eve buckled with orgasm and placed her legs around Peter's waist, forcing in all of his cock, feeling the scratchy hairs of his balls slam against her asshole. “Is this right? Is this how it’s supposed to feel?”

Peter lunged deeply into her slit, banging away, feeling his cockhead balloon as the first spurts of creamy cum shot out of his cock and directly into Eve's depths. He rammed his groin into hers, feeling the base of his huge cock press against her opening.

"Enough for all of you," he sighed as load after hot load of jism emptied into Eve's clenching cunt, slicking up his shaft with warmth.

And as it climaxed, Eve felt another rush of orgasm rip through her body, while she gasped with unbelievable pleasure. She locked her leg around Peter's back and pumped up and down, tightening her pussy in a sucking motion against his throbbing cock.

"Oh, baby!" she panted, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Even Gwen wants it!"

After the last load of hot cum had spilled against Eve's backbone, Peter began pumping up and down with fury, slamming his cock in and out, feeling Eve climax again and again, a seemingly unending rush of orgasm spearing through her body.

They lay panting for several minutes. Peter felt his cock begin to grow limp, slipping out of her slicked-up cunt. He could feel her pussy continue to throb gently, sucking on his dick like a hungry mouth, and then he grew hard again, thinking of poking his cock into her mouth and having her suck out his cum.

"Your mouth is still virgin," he whispered. "You want me to fuck it too?"

"Yes!" Eve whispered, her voice blurring between all three of theirs. "Let us suck your cock!"

Peter pulled himself upwards, straddling her shoulders, his knees pressed against the outsides of her neck, dropping his cock onto her face.

Eve began licking the underside of his shaft, sucking in the cum-smeared piece of meat, feeling his hairy nuts tickle and rub against her chin and neck, her breath coming fast and warm against his flesh.

"One of you put it in your mouth!" Peter commanded. "Suck my cock! Take it all in your sweet throat and suck out my cum and drink it! I know that all of you know how!"

"I will, I will!" Eve whispered, placing the purplish head of his enormous cock between her lips, tasting the warm, musky scent of her own juices and his silky cum.

"That's it, MJ," Peter whispered, placing his hands behind her head and pushing her face into his crotch. "Take it all and suck like you've never sucked before!"

“Don’t care what body I’m in,” Mary Jane replied, “this prick is mine…”

Eve felt the gigantic roundness of his cock as it slipped across the roof of her mouth and pushed into the back of her throat. As Peter lunged his hips forward, slamming his entire dick into her mouth, she gagged, unable to breathe. She thrashed around on the floor, gasping for air, but Peter held her head hard against his loins, pumping his prick in and out relentlessly.

Gwen managed to pull her face away after some struggle and whispered, "I can't suck it all! It's too big!"

"Sure you can, just relax, it’s fit in all of you. I'm going to come down your throat and you'll love it!" Peter said, rubbing his cock around on her face.

"Okay, I'll try," Eve said, opening her mouth wide and closing her eyes.

She expected Peter to thrust his cock deeply into her mouth, and her throat muscles locked. But instead, Peter only slipped his cockhead into her mouth and gently pumped back and forth, letting her get wed to the feel of his cock between her lips. After few seconds of this, Eve felt her throat begin to ache with a desire to swallow his entire cock, and even his large, cum-filled balls.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, feeling the warmth of his cockhead against the tip of her tongue, as it danced in and around his foreskin, lapping up the coppery taste of her own popped cherry. It was strangely intoxicating.

Peter was slow and easy this time, allowing the girl to suck only a couple of inches of his prick. When she pushed her mouth upward to take in more, he pulled his hips back, in a teasing manner. Just as the girl had thrashed around on the floor a few minutes before, gagging on his cock, she now began to flail about as his cock slammed into her throat!

"I want it all!" she moaned. "Please let me suck all of your cock!"

But Peter continued to tantalize her aching desires, by not pushing his cock into her mouth past his foreskin. He looked down at her hungry eyes as they drank in the beauty of his huge cock, while her lips quivered with sucking desires.

Eve licked the underside of his shaft, running her tongue up the enormous length, flickering her tongue around it and sucking it up deliciously with her warm spit. She lowered her face under his cock and sucked on his balls, feeling Peter's body flinch as she took them one at a time into her mouth and gently massaged them with her teeth and lips.

"That's it, suck my balls!" Peter moaned, raising his body up just a little so that his nuts were in her mouth. "Suck them in and out, and try to swallow them!"

Eve pulled his balls in and out of her mouth, her lips latched around them with a gentle suction, as she swallowed them around on her tongue, trying to take them into the back of her throat. She could feel them pulsate with globs of cum that would soon be warming the inside of her. She felt a jolt of pleasure rip through her cunt just thinking about having a load of cum sliding down her throat!

"Now! I want to suck out your cum now!" she begged, running her mouth up the hard shaft, placing his cockhead between her moist lips.

"Your turn, Felicia, suck it all!" Peter said, slowly pushing the entire length of his cock past her lips and into her throat.

Eve felt a warm rush of pleasure that started off slowly and then became almost overwhelming as she felt the gigantic prick begin to fill her mouth and throat. Peter's cockhead was throbbing against her tonsils, pressing her mouth open even wider, to take it all in. She felt a glorious climax hit her throbbing cunt as the base of his cock pressed against her pursed lips. His pubic hair was sweet and musky against her nose, and she lapped her tongue out trying to lick his balls while she sucked on his cock.

Peter felt a tremendous pressure in his balls and he began pumping hard against her face. He pushed her head with his hands against his crotch, forcing his entire dick into her throat as he sensed the first wellings of jism about to shoot out. And then he shot a gigantic wad of cum into her throat, followed by several more hard spurts, filling up her mouth and throat, oozing past her lips and onto her chin.

Eve climaxed again as the thunderous amount of cum poured out of Peter's cock and into her mouth. She sucked long and hard, trying to capture every creamy drop, but the wads of cum came too fast for her to swallow it all. She felt the warmth of his jism as it oozed don her throat while his cock flexed rock hard and throbbed against the insides of her mouth. She drank deeply, tasting for the first time a huge, hairy cock emptying all its cum into her burning throat.

She lay there gasping for some moments, with his wilting cock in her mouth, bobbing her face in and out of his crotch, wanting more of his cum to suck on. She placed her fingers on Peter's ass and gently massaged his firm buttocks, pressing his body forward to bury more of his cock into her throat, her mouth still not satisfied. She felt after such a glorious cock exploding in her mouth, she never would be totally satisfied again, unless she could drink gallons of cum.

"For a first time, you give one hell of a blowjob!" Peter said, pulling his body away from her face.

"Was it good?" Eve asked, a gratified tone in her voice.

"It was the best I've ever had!" Peter said, truthfully.

"Can I suck you again?" Eve asked, her hands going for his limp cock. "Please let me drink more of your cum."

"Hold on, you little cocksucker!" Peter said with a smile. "You've got to give me a few minutes, at least!"

"And then will you fuck me again?" Eve asked.

Peter pulled the eager girl into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. He felt her full tits press against the hair on his chest, her nipples throb against his skin, and then he laughed.

"You haven't had enough?" he asked.

"I don't think I can ever get enough of you!" she whispered, her young body already ready and willing for another round of torrid fucking.

“We’ll see about that.”

Peter pulled himself on top of the girl, placing his cock between her legs, and closed his eyes. He began to slowly pump and grind his loins into hers, forcing his hardening cock into the moist, warm tunnel of her cunt. And then his mind flashed to Mary Jane, to Felicia, to Gwen. This one is for you, girls, he thought and began fucking Eve like she would never be fucked again.

***

Eve left eventually, and Peter didn’t have it in him to deal with her. Literally didn’t have it in him. A few minutes later, he changed clothes and gave himself a hobo bath in the sink, then went to free the girls.

As promised, the trio were unharmed, and discombobulated enough by the whole affair that he was easily able to separate them and seat them around the living room. As they fully came to their senses, he explained as much about the situation as he thought they could handle. Venom had taken them all hostage as part of a plot against him, but Peter had beaten him and freed them. So maybe they should all just go home and call the party a wash.

“Can’t believe I slept through a party,” Felicia groused as she guzzled down the refreshments Peter had served. They might as well go to use rehydrating everyone. 

“It was really more of a fight,” Peter said.

“Can’t believe that either. The really weird thing is that I didn’t dream about Venom or fighting at all.”

“That’s not so weird,” Peter said, quickly refilling her Dixie cup.

“I dreamt I was possessed or something and I was fucking you. It was pretty good, too. Guess getting kidnapped by supervillains just puts me in the mood.”

“Me too!” Gwen chimed. “The dream about Peter, not—getting kidnapped by supervillains.”

“Did he take your virginity and then face-fuck you?” Mary Jane asked.

“Yeah.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, that is weird,” Peter said. “Maybe one of Doctor Strange’s spells went wrong over in Greenwich and that’s just the way it affected everyone…”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Mary Jane said, “but does it smell like cum in here to anyone else?”

“Definitely,” Felicia said. “I thought it was just cuz he’s a bachelor who lives alone…”

“What’s cum?” Gwen asked. “Is it Indian?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” Peter said, “but c’mon, it’s not like you all could’ve been possessed by Venom…”

“I’m feeling a little possessed at the moment,” Mary Jane said. “How about you, kitty?”

“Definitely,” Felicia agreed. “Nothing worse than a wet dream and no morning wood to dry it off…”

“Wait, what?”

Gwen began unbuttoning her blouse. “You bastard!” she grated, but her tone told him she wasn’t angry. Not angry at all. “I cannot believe your birthday bang was some supervillain hussy!”

“Yeah, we can’t let that stand,” Felicia said.

“Now I can’t stop thinking about how long it’s been since I sucked a dick,” Mary Jane concurred.

All three of them were undressing, and Peter’s eyes had trouble deciding which pair of breasts to linger on longest. Clothes went flying and three inviting triangles of pink beckoned him.

“Happy birthday, Peter,” Mary Jane said. “Think you can handle all three of us at once?”

“Somehow, something tells me I can.”

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