In Every World, In Every Story update

For a moment, he could only stare. It felt like he was seeing Mary Jane for the first time. And that was on top of her being naked. His eyes lavished attention from the rosy tips of Mary Jane’s large, perky breasts—down her softly rounded belly—into the silken tangle of her pubic hair.

Then he looked at Gwen and she was just as beautiful, just as lovely, just as much a part of him.

He didn’t even know who he was, but he knew they were a part of him.

“I’m sorry I forgot how much I loved you,” he said. “Both of you.”

“Uh, Peter?” Mary Jane said. She wrapped an arm around Gwen’s waist. Smiled. “I’m kinda seeing someone.”

He took her hand, kissed it, put it on his heart. “Does her heart race like this when you’re together?” He let go of her hand—it stayed on his chest—and reached out to touch Mary Jane’s heart. “Does yours?”

Mary Jane looked to Gwen. “Yes.”

“I just…” Gwen moved suddenly, kissing Peter, kissing Mary Jane, talking when someone wasn’t kissing her. “I don’t care anymore. I don’t care. Just fuck me. Someone fuck me and don’t judge me and love me—“

She was in the air suddenly, Peter’s arm wrapped around her. The other was wrapped around Mary Jane.

He carried them both to the bedroom.

***

Mary Jane had been looking forward to even more of Gwen’s delicious cunt, but she didn’t mind trying something new. She’d thought about this a lot. She had all sorts of ideas.

“I know how we can all get off at the same time,” she said, smiling proudly. Gwen giggled like a kid with a new toy. “Gwendolyn, lay down on your back.”

Gwen eagerly obeyed.

“Just wait there,” Mary Jane told her, moving up to straddle Gwen’s body. Gwen was so innocent, so eager to please… a dark horse just like Peter. They made a good couple—the three of them.

She was now sitting over Gwen’s face, her body easing down to give Gwen access to her cunt. She squealed when Gwen’s tongue shot up, licking at her clit. “Peter!” she said, recovering, “you—“

But he was already diving between Gwen’s legs, lining himself up with her sex.

“Oh fuck yes,” Mary Jane said, and undulated slowly, dancing to the sounds of the fuck—Gwen’s hungry lips, Peter’s wet entry—losing herself in the sheer texture of it all. The aura generated by all of them fucking at once.

Peter pounding himself into Gwen’s cunt, Gwen sucking frantically at Mary Jane’s sex, Mary Jane groaning without pause, thrusting her juicy pussy down against Gwen’s face, thighs jerking taut every time she bounced her firm ass on the bed.

“Mouth feels so good on my cunt!” the writhing Mary Jane moaned sharply, her thighs as far apart as she could get them, a cheerleader split from one side of the bed to the other. “Keep sucking, keep kissing my pussy! You’ll make me come! You’ll make me come so damn hard! Ohhhh! Mmmmm!”

Peter laid on top of Gwen, hammering his throbbing cock into her in a rage of lust, his hips slamming into her soft thighs without remorse. She could feel the engorged head of his prick barreling into the lust heat of her body, the walls of her pussy gripping his shaft wetly, and it drove her to lick and nibble and tease at the folds of Mary Jane’s pussy, to smack her lips on the fleshy need of her clit. Her face was drenched with Mary Jane’s slick juices, her face burrowing into Mary Jane’s sex, wallowing in its wetness.

Gwen and Peter were lost in each other, Gwen barely understanding why it was so important that she keep licking the warm flesh before her, doing it mostly because it was so deliciously tangy. Mary Jane was drowning in lust too, riding it the same way she rode Gwen’s face, looking over her shoulder at the intoxicating sight of Peter fucking his wife.

“Deeper, deeper!” Mary Jane urged him. “Slam that stiff cock deeper into her wet little cunt! Uhhh! Slide your prick so far up that snatch she’ll never get it out!”

Gwen slapped her hands to Mary Jane’s thighs, holding on tightly as her tongue cleaved deeper, thanking MJ for telling Peter exactly what she needed. The delicious feel of Peter’s cock traveling deep into her slickly gripping cunt made Gwen want to give all the wanton pleasure she could, to both Peter and Mary Jane. Her sex throbbed feverishly, sucking wetly at the pistoning shaft of her husband.

She kept grinding her hot cunt up against Peter, shuddering uncontrollably with each plunging jab he made. Sweat poured down her threshing body, both hers and Peter’s, her tanned flesh dotted with jewels of moisture that would’ve made it hard for Peter to hold onto her if her thighs weren’t also clasped around his waist.

As she sucked on Mary Jane’s dripping pussy, desperate for every drop it gave her, Gwen pried Mary Jane’s pert buttocks apart, poked a single finger into her warm asshole. Mary Jane jerked with a gasping cry, shocked and pleased, her screams joining a symphony of Peter’s pleasured grunts and Gwen’s muffled moans.

“You’re turning me inside out!” MJ groaned, her smooth body trembling violently like Gwen’s tongue was a bucking bronco. “I’m almost there! Almost there! Feel it—so close—keep sucking my clit—fuck my asshole—fuck the hell out of my asshole while you eat my cunt! I can feel it coming, I can feel it coming!”

But it was Gwen’s turn to come. She moaned, sticking another finger into Mary Jane’s clenching ass, sliding the pair in and out feverishly as her whole body went tight and taut and full and then wonderfully loose.

Peter forced himself to ignore Gwen’s climax, wouldn’t let himself join her. His eyes were on Mary Jane, moaning and writhing steadily—so close to it that even he could feel it.

“I want you,” Peter said hoarsely, pulling out of Gwen, the parting sensation almost making Gwen faint.

Mary Jane’s tongue nearly lolled out of her mouth. She pulled Gwen’s hand from her open ass. “I’m yours.”

He lunged forward, taking his cock in his hand to guide it to Mary Jane’s willing asshole. Thrust into her, penetrating her all in one shove. She let out a scream of ecstasy and rode Gwen’s face harder, shoving her hips up and down, taking his cock into her ass again and again.

“Ohh! Uhhh! Deeper! Harder! Push it as far up my ass as you can! Fuck my ass off, oh, oh! Slam your stiff prick…” The rest was lost as the violent orgasm Gwen gave her mingled in a bizarre melding with the pounding pleasure in her ass. MJ let out a sudden moan and Peter knew she was there. He was on the verge himself and as he thrust into her, he emptied himself deep inside her anus. Mary Jane kept coming as he pulled his cock out of her—still hard.

“Oh, Peter!” Gwen sighed, caught by some of Peter’s splattering ejaculate. “You’re coming! You’re soaking her!”

Mary Jane was bent over Gwen, pussy crushed against Gwen’s face, Peter’s cum shooting over her back, all the way to her hair. Peter’d thought it was sexy how his seed blended in with Felicia’s silvery hair, but it was nothing compared to the contrast between Mary Jane’s striking crimson and his own creamy white.

Gwen grabbed hold of him as he came. She didn’t even think about it. It was just something to do as she watched Peter lash Mary Jane’s writhing back with a mosaic, a blanket, of white, delicious cum. “Jesus!” she moaned, jerking him off, wanting him to keep going, just wanting this not to end. “Keep going, Peter! Don’t stop!”

Peter fucked his cock through Gwen’s fists, his balls exploding, hot cum flying from his cockhead. He tossed his head from side to side, lips quivering, teeth bared… Gwen’s eyes bulged, big and glassy, as she saw each spurting load of semen shoot from him as if in slow motion: slit dilating, cum squirting out, stretching in the air, and finally splashing against Mary Jane’s back, her ass, even Gwen’s face. When it did that, her pussy burned hot.

By the time he was finished, Gwen’s face painted white, she’d come again.

“Oh fuck,” Mary Jane stated, and pitched over, falling on her belly, cum-soaked hair pointed at the foot of the bed.

Gwen would’ve done the same, but even if she wasn’t lying down, she couldn’t exactly move.

With some indomitable strength, Peter took her hands and whirled her around so she was face-up beside the prostrate Mary Jane. The redhead turned to regard her. Then stuck her tongue out and licked a little of the cum from Gwen’s cheek.

“Original recipe,” MJ said. “I’ve missed that taste.”

Peter collapsed beside the two of them. He seemed less exhausted—his cock was still half-hard—then emotionally worn down. Gwen had seem him conflicted, seen him weary, seen him neurotic, but she’d never seen him serene like this. Not just contented, but happy, at peace. The rush of it had to be draining.

“When was the last time you came like that?” Peter asked Gwen.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that. I need to lie down.”

“You are lying down.”

“Oh,” Gwen said, and fell asleep.

“Smart cookie,” Mary Jane said, yawning. “I can see why you married her.”

She was asleep.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “Me too.”

***

No dreams. He just couldn’t sleep.

The human resistance movement. Lily. The goblin formula. It was all coming together, he had all the corners and edges filled in, but there were still a few pieces missing. And at the same time, thoughts and plans swirled, making him feel so much more alive than if all he was running to was another movie, another PPV.

He could use the company. Give the goblin formula to resistance fighters, give them a fighting chance against mutants. A goblin nation.

Yeah, he was pretty sure the universe was still laughing at him, but at least he was in on the joke now.

So he was barely surprised when he noticed Karla at the foot of the bed.

The red skin, horns, and black wings came as a bit of a shock, though.

“Sofen?”

“The doctor is out at the moment,” Karla—or whoever she was—said. “I’m Mephista. I hold your contract.”

“Ah. Mephista. Of course. I should probably be… scared? But all I can think of is a bunch of jokes about the farmer’s daughter and the traveling salesman…”

Mephista looked over Mary Jane and Gwen with a pleased smile. “You’re right not to be afraid. I don’t want you dead. No, not at all…”

“So what do you want? And, just for the sake of curiosity, what’s up with Karla?”

“Exactly as she told you.” Her wings folding back along her shoulder blades, Mephista sat down on the bed. “She made a deal with me to retain her memories and power, no matter how reality shifted, in exchange for… well. Think of it as a ride-share program.”

“You’re possessing her.”

“That’s such an ugly word.”

“Well, couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.” Peter adjusted his pillow, making himself comfortable. “So… Mephista. Any relation to…”

“My father. He found his purchase from you… unpalatable. So I bought it.”

Déjà vu. Peter remembered something from his dreams, though they were even more ineffable than his memories of his past lives (and wouldn’t Aunt Anna be just stoked that that turned out to be a real thing?). “So you own my marriage to Mary Jane. One, that’s a really weird thing to want—“

“So’s thirty shares of coffee beans, but you’ll find Wall Street tycoons bidding on them every day.”

“Not sure that’s right.”

“It’s Wall Street. Who can keep track? The point is, your relationship, healthy as it was, might not’ve been of specific interest to Mephisto, but it was of value in trade. To me and my kind.”

At this point, Peter just made an enquiringly confused gesture.

“Succubi,” Mephista said.

“Obvs,” Peter replied.

“I don’t want to make the world a worse place. I don’t care about storming the pearly gates or bringing about hell on Earth… honestly, that’d be gentrification at this point. I do want to overthrow my father and rule in Hell, naturally…”

Peter nodded understandingly. “I hear it’s better than serving in heaven.”

“Thank you. I take my power from sexual energy, from lust, of the kind you’ve been generating over the past few days.” She held up her hand. There was a brightly glowing orb in it.

It always came back around to orbs…

“Your marriage. A little portion of your soul and her’s. Yin and yang. The bit of you in her and the bit of her in you.” She lowered her hand, the glow dimmed, and despite all his sarcasm, Peter felt a profound wave of anxiety. He wanted to jump her, wrench it from her hands… that probably wouldn’t work. “Your literal better half knows what you do not. We’ve made a new deal. All the lust you can produce in exchange for your souls being made whole.”

“But you didn’t make us reconcile. We just…”

“Found each other?” Mephista asked. “Please. You’ve been hungering for her, she’s been hungering for you, because I whetted your appetites. So stay with Gwen. And Mary Jane. And even Felicia, I like her. But I want you fucking and sucking every chance you get.”

“I’m kind of a homebody,” Peter said. “I don’t know how many women you expect to throw themselves at me…”

“Oh, opportunities will present themselves. You leave that to me. And of course, you do have a redhead and a blonde at home. I doubt they’ll have any complaints about trying to satisfy your lusts… though I don’t think they’ll be able to manage it. And of course, the same applies to Mary Jane. You actually shared Lily, though not as… cooperatively as you might’ve. The couple that fucks together…”

“So all this… all the wheeling and dealing, the manipulation, phenomenal cosmic power…! All of it just so Mary Jane and I will be… swingers?”

Mephista gave a slightly embarrassed nod. “Admittedly, there are some fringe benefits for me.”

“Oh?”

Mephista stood up. And started to disrobe.

“So Karla’s in there? She can feel everything you feel?”

“Oh yes. Just as I did when she was in the driver’s seat.”

“Then I think I’d like to fuck you in the ass.”

***

Several rapid thrusts of his cock later, Mephista started getting used to having Peter in her ass. Her muscles slowly relaxed, her breath came easier, and a few moments later it actually began to feel good to have Peter fucking her asshole. She groaned with relief. On either side of her, Mary Jane and Gwen slept on.

On all fours and moaning softly, Mephista breathed through her mouth. Her supple body wiggled with a squirming, jerky motion and her red skin was slick with sweat. With each driving thrust of his hard cock up her ass, she gasped with a sharp sigh, shuddering all over, her extended wings beating the air. They slashed at Peter as he bent over her from behind, holding onto her horns for leverage to pound himself into her ass.

“I can’t believe how far your cock is going up my asshole!” Mephista groaned, beginning to pump her naked hips. Steam rose from them, hisses of burnt-away moisture where Peter’s sweat met her body. “Can’t believe this all fits in Karla’s ass! Finger my pussy! Finger it while you fuck me in the ass!”

Taking one hand off her horns, Peter dug his fingers under her twitching hips, finding the kinky hair of her cunt. He slid his fingertips into her gaping pussy, rubbing at the hot wetness so she was writhing beneath him even harder. He probed into her tight cunt, squeezed her tingling clit, felt her asshole pucker as she got hotter and hotter.

Jerking taut with a low groan, Mephista gasped, “Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Make me come! Shove your fingers in my cunt! And your cock! Uhh! Uhhhh! Keep shoving your big cock into my asshole!”

Peter massaged her shuddering clit, not stopping until she was squirming and kicking her bare feet against the mattress as best she could while on her hands and knees. The electric spasms coursing through her cunt were overwhelming her with pleasure. She thrashed from head to toe, her hands clawing at the mattress while she thrust her sweaty ass back into Peter’s cock in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she groaned hoarsely, only staying in place by the death-grip Peter had on one horn. “Ream my asshole out! Go deeper with it! Deeper—fill my ass with your big dick! And my pussy, finger my pussy—feels so good when you finger my pussy!”

More fingers stabbed deep inside of Mephista, her slick juices spilling out between his fingers, brimming out of her snatch as her lust mounted. She was rocking her entire body back and forth now, her toes digging into the bed. With a squirming wiggle to her hips, she thrust her ass out in a desperate effort to take Peter as deep as possible in her ass.

“Don’t stop fucking my ass!” Mephista moaned, her glowing eyes closed to slits. “Fuck it till it’s full of cum! I don’t want Karla sitting right for a week!”

“Me neither,” Peter groaned.

Karla could feel her firm breasts being pressed into the bedsprings, her nipples swollen into engorged points, throbbing with wild desire. She could feel Mephista’s lust, Peter’s need, her own body someone else’s. She was utterly helpless, completely dominated not only by Peter, but by Mephista as well.

She was about to come.

Peter’s hips churned up and down furiously as he plunged his rigid cock into Mephista’s clenching ass, his fingers sliding around eagerly in her dripping cunt. The harder he slammed himself into the depths of Mephista’s asshole, the louder she gasped, the better Karla liked it. The better they all did.

Peter groaned between ragged heaves for breath. “Your ass is gonna suck the cum out of my balls!”

“Then give it to me!”

“Here it comes—!”

Mephista tensed, feeling Peter’s cock shift with a wild jerk inside her anus. A split-second later, Peter’s burning cum geysered into her ass, filling her bowels with his seed.

“Ohhh fuck!” Mephista panted, her pussy throbbing with lewd fulfillment as she reached her climax. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Shoot your cum right up my asshole! Fill me up to the brim! Yes, yes!”

Bucking wildly beneath the man, Mephista squirmed for every drop of pleasure she could get from his jabbing cock. Her breath came in raspy groans as she ground her cunt down on his hand, forcing his fingers further into her clenching, climaxing sex.

“Ohhh, yeah!” Mephista cried out. “Fuck your cock all the way up my ass! Fist my fucking cunt! Make me come for you! Oh! Oh! I’m coming my brains! Ohh! I just keep coming and coming and—“

Peter shoved her head down, burying her face in the pillow, letting her scream as loud as she wanted with the goose feathers to muffle her.

Gwen stirred, not quite awake, and looked up at him. “Peter…?”

“It’s nothing,” he told her. “Go back to sleep.”

***

Peter woke up to the sound of a shower running. As soon as he’d registered it, it cut off.

He had a moment of private contemplation. Mary Jane and Gwen were gone from the bed, but Peter didn’t miss them, nor was he worried. He felt confident; assured and calm.

The door to the bathroom opened and the girls came through, a ruffle of towels as Mary Jane wrapped her hair in one. Both of them were wearing robes. MJ was giggling and, seeing Peter had awoken, Gwen ducked her head and tittered.

“Next time,” Gwen said, stalking up to the bed, “use some of that proportional strength and speed and get us some moist towelettes before we fall asleep. You have any idea how hard it is to wash off dried spider-seed? MJ’s gonna have to go to her next photoshoot smelling of you.”

“Like they’ll notice anything different,” Mary Jane said.

Peter just stared at them. “This is the best thing to wake up to in the entire world, hands down.”

“Well, it would’ve been, if Gwen had let me—“

“He needed his sleep,” Gwen interrupted. She smiled at Peter. “Seems like an eternity since I’ve seen you so well-rested.”

“Yeah. I am well-rested.” He grabbed hold of Gwen’s wrist and pulled her onto the bed with him. “Ready for anything!”

“Peter!” Gwen cried, before he silenced her with a kiss.

Mary Jane sat on the bed, long legs emerging from the shower robe as she casually watched how Peter felt up Gwen’s body, the blonde playfully trying to twist away, just able to escape, but Peter held onto her robe and, unwilling to go naked, she let herself be captured in a hug.

Peter kissed Gwen’s head one last time. “Mary-Jane Watson, would you like to get coffee sometime? And go to a movie? And eat dinner?”

“And have more hardcore sex? Yes, absolutely.”

Gwen bit her lip. Together, they pulled back the sheets.

Gwen clapped her hands to her cheeks. “Peter!”

Peter knew he had sick abs, but not that sick. He looked down, finding his body marked with light bitemarks, burned handprints.

“What happened?” Gwen insisted.

“Mephista,” Mary Jane answered. “It’s okay, Gwen. Just a business associate.” She traced a set of four scratches over Peter’s chest. “Like downing a shot, isn’t it? It burns, but in a good way…”

“And you do love a nice hard liquor,” Gwen commented.

In agreement, Mary Jane gave the blonde a quick kiss. Gwen practically melted.

“Wait, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try!” She jumped up from the bed, slapping Mary Jane’s hand away when the redhead tried to hang onto her robe. It still came loose a little, and Gwen didn’t bother to adjust it. “I’ll be right back! Don’t start without me!”

“Start?” Mary Jane asked as Gwen ran off. “When did we stop?”

Peter held her close. He could wait. Just being with Mary Jane, having her in her arms… it was his wildest dream.

“So you’ve known? This entire time?”

“More or less,” Mary Jane said. “What can I say? The feminine mystique—guess I’m just more attuned to the dreams.”

“No, really. There’s gotta be an explanation.”

“Always the scientist.” Mary Jane kissed one of his scratches, and let out a gratified gasp as it faded before her eyes. Peter always had been a quick healer. “Maybe I just love you too much for that part of me to stay put in some… glowing ball. And you love Gwen, and Felicia, and that’s fine, I’m so happy you’ve found them. But for me, it’s just you. And so for you, Gwen could… I don’t know… keep you content. But for this kitten…”

“She didn’t,” Peter said. “I wasn’t.”

“C’mon. Gwen’s great.”

“She is… and maybe I would’ve been, if I didn’t have the ghost of you, of us—somewhere underneath, waiting for the paint to be scratched. But I don’t think so. I think it’s you and me, whatever the story, whatever the world. Maybe we can be meant for other people too, but there has to be an us. There just has to be.”

Gwen came back in time to see them kiss. She didn’t feel jealous. She felt honored. Especially when she got onto the bed with them and their only response was to kiss them too.

“We need to change the bedsheets anyway, so, Peter…” She handed him a bottle. “You’re on honey duty.”

“Okay, I get that, but what’s with the jelly?”

“And the peanut butter?” Mary Jane asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re making a sandwich.”