Caught In Her Web - Chapter 32 (Patreon)

Tags: Vanilla, Exhibitionism, Sex in Public Place, Sex in front of another couple

Ororo sipped her tea with a contented smile on her face, humming in approval at its rich flavour, and at the video she was watching both. NGOs the world over were converging on Africa to marvel at the work Peter and his IRI had achieved. The locals, as instructed, hid nothing and answered all questions, welcoming all good-faith and curious reporters, scientists, doctors and philanthropists alike.

Her smile widened as she envisioned a future where her people grew the most nutrient-dense crops on the planet, where they no longer had to worry about hunger and strife and their children got the education and care they deserved.

It had been a fantasy a year ago, and in less time than her Wakandan subjects spent protesting the building of the Stairway to Heaven, Doctor Peter Parker had achieved more for her people than her husband's people had ever done.

Her gaze flicked up and she sighed sadly at the sight that greeted her. She used to marvel at the city of Wakanda, its mesmerising blend of tradition with ultra-modernity both an inspiration and source of pride. 

Now though, when she looked out at the city she supposedly jointly ruled over, pride was the furthest thing from her mind, the city that gleamed with vibranium feeling more like a weighted ball and chain around her ankle.

The door to her chambers crashed open and Ororo didn’t even deign to look at the obviously furious intruder as she continued to sip at her tea and gaze at Wakanda’s towering spires, nor did she flinch when her husband slammed a folded up newspaper down on the table between them.

‘Must you be so loud so early in the morning?’ She was being childish, she knew. Her husband had every right to be angry, and before even looking down at the newspaper, she knew what she would find.

She and Peter, in their passion, hadn’t exactly been…discreet.

Indeed, on the front page of the local newspaper - owned by the isolationist faction, one that had despised her ever since she let her desires to help their impoverished brothers and sisters be known - were full-colour, high-definition images of their naked queen fornicating with a man almost universally hated by the Wakandan people - they didn’t even bother with censoring her nudity.

Seeing the images, Ororo stifled the urge to smile, her nethers tingling with delight and phantom pleasure as she recalled her wondrous affair with the handsome and philanthropic Doctor Parker.

The reporters had certainly been…thorough. The two largest pictures showed her bent over the railing of one of the newly constructed buildings, one from the front and showing both her heavy, hanging breasts, her face contorted in pleasure, and the other from the side, showing both of their forms in profile.

They did censor their union, unfortunately. Ororo wouldn’t have minded seeing it back to refresh her memory. Peter was an incredibly talented lover - one of the best she’d ever had - and they looked good together in the image, her dark skin contrasting deliciously with his pale.

She failed to hide her grin as she imagined how some of her racist detractors would react to that.

‘Is this some kind of joke to you?’ T’Challa fumed with barely repressed rage. She schooled her features and finally gazed at her obviously furious and humiliated husband, already dressed in his traditional black suit and looking as regal as ever - save for his obvious anger. ‘You’ve humiliated me, humiliated us. Every news agency in the world is reporting this! You know what the political situation is like at the moment!’

She could have been petty and pointed out T’Challa cared more about their public image than the fact that she’d cuckolded him, but not only would it be a waste of time, she knew it not to be true. The hurt in his eyes was as obvious as the anger.

But T’Challa was king first, aggrieved husband second.

‘You humiliated yourself by allowing foreign philanthropists to make you look weak and incompetent.’

The hurt and betrayal intensified in his expression and his eyes flashed with rage. He looked as if he wanted to strike her, to lash out, but he screwed his eyes shut and took in several deep, calming breaths.

That…wouldn’t have ended well for him and they both knew it.

Without opening his eyes, he spoke. ‘You are Queen of Wakanda,’ he said, his tone one of forced calm. ‘Whatever our issues, you have a responsibility to our people. Your…actions have harmed us and our position on the world stage.’

‘What position?’ Ororo countered with a disbelieving scoff. ‘Wakanda prided itself on being the most technologically advanced nation on Earth. Now your people are a laughing stock and you only have yourselves to blame.’

T’Challa rapidly shook his head in confusion, and though she felt genuine sadness for the hurt she saw in his features, she didn’t for one second regret her actions. ‘What do you mean you and your people - you are their queen, they are our people!’

Instead of immediately answering, Ororo calmly stood and gazed out at the city of Wakanda for perhaps the final time before turning back to her husband.

‘No,’ she denied with a sense of finality, ignoring T’Challa’s wide-eyed disbelief as she lifted her wrist to gaze at her watch. ‘My people are at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters…and I have classes starting at nine.’

As Ororo calmly strode out of the royal chambers, she ignored the furious screams and the sounds of crashing and breaking finery. She pulled out the newspaper she’d discreetly slipped under her arm and bit her lip sexily as she gazed fondly at the images, her womanhood tingling and her core igniting with remembered passion.

I wonder if they will let me watch the video…

Though she’d been ignoring the stares and hushed whispers that followed in her wake as she made her way to the X-Jet, she stopped dead in her tracks as a thought suddenly occurred to her.

Miss Stacy will likely expect some form of payment to watch the video…

Gazing dismissively at the wait-staff who were gaping at her in shock, she waited for them to scurry away before allowing an impish smile to grace her beautiful features.

I’m sure we can come to an…arrangement…

-

Pete smiled at his aunt and allowed her to hug him one last time before she and Ben left. 

‘Oooh, happy birthday my beautiful boy!’ She'd said it countless times that afternoon, cooing and fussing over him like he was a literal child.

Her maternal instincts are definitely going into overdrive…

He pulled back with a chuckle, his eyes flicking down. May had long since started to show - it wouldn’t be too long now… 

May’s smile was emotional and angelic as she followed his gaze and gently rested a hand on her belly. ‘She wishes her big brother a very happy birthday too.’

Pete flicked his eyes over to his uncle and he grinned when he saw the man discreetly, but fondly roll his eyes. 

‘How do you know?’ Pete teased. ‘Maybe she'll hate me.’

May scoffed and slapped his chest. ‘Oh honey, don't be ridiculous.’

His smile faltered and he winced in phantom pain when he realised what he had to ask next. He didn't want to, but holy smokes the curiosity was killing him. 

Gwen had hosted his birthday party at their place and all their mutuals had turned out - even the ever busy Doctor Strange, who these days never missed an opportunity to marvel at how his brain was growing and changing. 

With the news of his affair all over the papers that morning, he'd had to endure his fair share of teasing and being the butt of plenty of jokes - especially from Logan.

He knew his friends knew, or at least heavily suspected, the less than traditional relationship he had with Gwen. 

What he'd been dreading had been his Aunt and Uncle's reactions, but they'd been suspiciously, conspicuously silent on the topic.

I still remember the lecture Ben gave me when I swiped a single candy from the bodega…

‘I, uh, noticed you didn't have an opinion on the news this morning…’

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ben trying and failing to stifle a grin, the older man turning away and discreetly adjusting his crotch. 

May’s wide smile shifted into one that made him decidedly less comfortable. It was impish, full of mischief and…something else he dare not even acknowledge in the privacy of his own mind. 

‘Oh I didn't want to say anything, dear’ she consoled him with faux compassion. ‘I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. From what I saw, that lovely young lady certainly enjoyed herself, it's good to know I raised you right.’

‘First,’ Pete began with a forceful shake of his head, ‘stop talking like you’re an old lady, you sound ridiculous. Second…you're right, I'm feeling decidedly uncomfortable.’

May laughed jovially and Pete froze when his mind caught up and picked up on something May had said. 

‘What do you mean from what you saw?’

His eyes narrowed at May’s too-innocent expression, the look giving her away as easily as the one he had when he stole from the cookie jar.

‘Oh, did I say that?’ she asked coquettishly, her long lashes batting at him with faux innocence. ‘Slip of the tongue, dear, honest!’

Pete's eyes narrowed in suspicion. ‘What ever happened to all those lectures about how horrible it is to lie?’

She patted his arm affectionately, one hand on her protruding belly and the other resting on his forearm. ‘Do as I say, not as I do, dear.’

His lips twitched at the absurdity of her statement, and despite how annoyed Pete was with his girlfriend - because who else spilled the erotic footage to his aunt other than his deviant better half, she'd already been doing it for ages - he couldn't help feeling elated witnessing his naughty aunt's behaviour. 

Ever since miraculously falling pregnant, it was as if his May had been infused with new levels of youthful vigour and hutzpah. Pete honestly loved seeing it, even if her new, lighter, flirtier personality had him feeling decidedly uncomfortable for reasons he'd rather not analyse. 

Ben had likewise changed, his handsome features set in a perpetual smile while the two acted like horny teenagers unable to keep their hands off each other. 

He appreciated that they at least tried to limit their degeneracy to out of his line-of-sight.

…Not that he was one to judge.

May patted his arm again fondly, her smile wide and causing her face to metaphorically glow. ‘You don't need to worry about what those terrible people are saying about you in the media, honey. We know you and we'll always be proud of you.’

His thin-lipped smile became less forced and he gathered his aunt up in a hug. The tender moment was ruined when the hellion groped his ass and giggled like a hysterical child. 

Pete started and jumped away as if he'd been burnt, his cheeks red as May smiled at him cheekily, her arm now around Ben's waist. 

‘Next time you're with Miss Munroe, don't be afraid to be a little rougher, dear,’ May lectured with a wink. ‘She'll love it. Call it a woman's intuition.’

‘Oh God you're a menace,’ Pete cried, his lovely, pure, innocent aunt completely unrecognisable. 

‘Hey, at least you don't have to live with her,’ Ben joked and winked at him. ‘Menace doesn't even come close to covering what she's become.’

Pete groaned in pain as May turned to her husband, leaned up on her tippy-toes and raked her teeth over his chiselled chin. ‘You're gonna pay for that when we get home, my love.’

She'd said it playfully, her tone full of mischief, but the way May looked at her husband, and the way Ben shuddered in response alerted Pete to the erotic undertones.

‘Oh God,’ Pete wailed, herding the giggling pair into the elevator like a couple of horny, unruly sheep. ‘Stop, I can't take it anymore!’

‘Hah!’ Ben barked out a laugh as they turned and eyed their nephew through the closing elevator doors. ‘That's what she said!’

Pete almost joined his uncle laughing at his corny joke until he heard his Aunt's reply just as the elevator door closed in his face, her mischievous, naughty smile as she uttered her reply imprinted on his mind. 

‘How would you know?’

She'd looked up at her husband when she spoke, but she turned back to look at him as the elevator doors slowly closed, winking cheekily just before her beautiful face disappeared from view.

His cheeks flaming red, he refused to acknowledge or examine the meaning behind her words. 

Unfortunately, his traitorous mind was rapidly analysing them anyway despite his best wishes.

Ugh. Why me?

After the last of their guests had left, Pete basked in the silence and collapsed on the couch in the living room with a sigh of relief, his face buried in his hands as he desperately tried to bleach the recent conversation from his memory. 

He loved his friends and family, and having them over to celebrate his birthday had been special, but he was exhausted and completely drained of energy.

He put most of that at Gwen’s feet.

Gwen had been enthusiastic, her libido supercharged after his affair with Ororo. Not only had her initial reclaiming been epic, but she’d spent the entirety of the last week ravishing him, completely ringing him dry and going to town on his poor ass. Just when he thought her lust had been sated, they’d watch the video back again and she’d be all over him.

The video May has apparently seen too…ugh, kill me…

To be fair, it’s not like he was any better over the last week. Pete gave almost as well as he took.

Gwen might have been a little too enthusiastic though, with discreet usage of the Space Stone the only thing allowing him to sit on hard surfaces during the following days, but Pete understood. As hot as they both found the affair, Gwen wanted to reclaim her man.

He sympathised. Pete felt the same way after she fucked other men and, in turn, Gwen was often the beneficiary of his consequently raging libido.

The extra large dildo was a little extra though… all he did was tease her about her not having fucked royalty…

So sensitive…

He grinned and snorted in amusement.

As an army of his drones zipped around the penthouse and cleaned up the mess, Gwen joined him, her eyes narrowed as she plopped down on the couch beside him.

‘What’s funny?’

Pete decided to magnanimously let go of his traitorous girlfriend's betrayal. He'd known for a while now that May and Gwen were much closer than he was comfortable with, he'd just been happy to remain blissfully ignorant…until now. 

I'll get her back for this I swear…

Pete smiled wide and leaned over to peck his girlfriend on the lips. ‘You.’

Her eyes further narrowed into slits. ‘I’m not sure I like the sound of that - eek!’

Her threat fell completely on deaf ears and Pete assaulted her with his wriggling fingers, assaulting all her weak points and reducing his sexy girlfriend into a giggling, laughing fit.

Naturally, this could only end one way… Gwen sitting on his lap, his wrists restrained and held in her powerful grip as they both breathed heavily and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.

Calming down, Pete finally took in what his girlfriend was wearing. Her hair was still wet, as if she’d come out of the shower, and she was dressed in skinny jeans, a ripped tee that completely exposed her pierced nipples when it shifted just right, and a leather jacket.

His heart sank and he whined like a little kid.

‘We’re going out?’ His voice was as pouty and pathetic as he felt. Not only was he exhausted from the day’s festivities, but a week of intense fucking had completely sapped him of energy.

Gwen only grinned, her face completely lacking in sympathy. ‘I still haven’t given you my present…’

Seeing the excited look in her eyes, Pete just sighed wearily. ‘Alright, let me get ready…’

Gwen released him and he stood. He sensed the spank coming before he felt it and, instead of letting his girlfriend abuse him more, Pete stepped through a portal and teleported directly into his bathroom on the other side of the penthouse. Looking over his shoulder, Pete winked at his pouting girlfriend as the portal winked out, her hand low and having swiped at empty air.

‘That’s SUCH bullshit!’ he heard her muffled voice scream and he could only cackle in glee.

After a quick shower and dressing, Pete joined Gwen in the elevator lobby, linking his arm with hers.

‘So, where to?’

Gwen’s smile was so wide and excited he couldn't help feeling a little giddy himself, if also a little trepidatious. Gwen's idea of a gift meant anything was on the table… ‘Come, Stud! Your steed awaits!’

He smiled but stared at her in bemusement as she pulled him into the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage. It was only as they made their rapid descent that Pete realised this was the first time he’d ever stepped foot on the level after his initial explorations. With neither him nor Gwen owning a car, and with the Loop Station down below, they never really had a need.

That was, apparently, about to change.

With a ping, the elevator doors slid open and Pete sucked in a breath, his eyes widening in shock.

Before them, right in front of the elevator, was a beautiful Toyota GR86, a huge, turquoise ribbon tied around it with a bow the size of his head perched on top. The sleek machine had a white body with black accents - specifically the hood, wheels and the lower portions of the side and rear panels.

It was a perfect recreation of the paint job of the protagonist's car from his favourite anime - only on the car’s latest model - even down to the black Kanji scrawled on its side. His AR lens’ translation feature engaged automatically, visually transforming the Japanese symbols into their phonetic counterparts.

‘Pa ka tofu ten?’ Pete asked, his smile so wide his cheeks were hurting. ‘That’s adorable.’ 

The actual car from the anime, the AE86, was manufactured in the eighties, but apparently Gwen had been paying attention to what he drove in his racing sims and opted for the latest model instead.

‘Babe,’ he whispered in awe, slowly approaching the magnificent Japanese machine, ‘This is awesome…’

He could hear the proud smile in her tone, even if he couldn’t rip his eyes away from his new car. ‘Your friends at SI all wanted to chip in to help beef up this thing, but I told them not to. Figured you’d prefer it to be as faithful as possible.’

He snapped around, his smile still firmly in place, and giggled. ‘As possible?’

Gwen shrugged. ‘They did some cool shit converting the engine to run off an arc reactor without making it electric - figured you’d hate that,’ she explained, and Pete nodded in confirmation, his hand gliding over the sleek panelling almost reverently, still disbelieving that Gwen had bought him a car. ‘They have it powering some fuel generating magic thing, I dunno, don’t ask me how it works.’

His eyes widened and Pete turned back to the car - his car and engaged his AR lenses again to look under the hood. His eyes widened when he saw what Gwen was talking about and he whistled appreciatively. ‘Woooow, that’s clever. If it didn’t make the car horrifically expensive it might actually be a viable way to make sure internal combustion engines don’t go extinct…’

Gwen giggled and nodded as she drew up beside him. ‘Yup, they said that too. They also did some crazy shit with the tires using your nanites. They’ll never wear out and you can adjust their traction however you like - drive like a crab or drive like a proper racer, the choice is yours.’ Pete laughed and elbowed her in the side for her cheek. ‘Other than that,’ she continued, ‘l tricked out the car the exact same way you did in your game…I hope you like it.’

Pete turned and gaped at her in shock. ‘You hope I like it?’ he asked incredulously, and Gwen squealed and laughed with glee as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against his new car, kissing her for all he was worth.

When they broke apart for air, Gwen grinned smugly at him. ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’

Pete stared at her in confusion before his eyes widened in understanding. ‘Oh, right! Don’t want to damage the body -!’

Before he could pull back to continue mauling her away from his beautiful new car, Gwen tugged him back with a hysterical, incredulous laugh. ‘Not that dumbass, we can fuck later.’ She raised her hand between them, the car’s keyfob appearing in her fingers like a magic trick. ‘Let’s go for a drive!’

Pete paused, his smile dimming. ‘I - I don’t have a licence.’

Gwen shot him an unamused stare and he yelped as she herded him towards the driver’s seat with a liberal amount of spankings on his still smarting behind.

His hands ran over the interior reverently, and as Gwen slipped into the passenger seat beside him, he gripped the wheel with an almost sexual delight. 

‘Wow,’ Gwen remarked in a teasing tone, leaning over and running her hand over his abs. ‘Do you and the car need a minute?’

‘Probably need more than a minute…’ He laughed and squirmed as Gwen started poking him. Turning to her, Pete could sense the smugness roiling off her in waves. 

Who didn't like nailing a gift? 

‘Come on, let's go,’ she finally commanded after they stopped screwing around. Dematerialising her boots, she smirked when he sucked in a startled breath after she disrespectfully put her bare foot up on the dash. Seeing his anguish, she poked her tongue out at him. ‘My feet are immaculate, thank you very much.’

‘I know,’ Pete teased, reaching over to pinch and wiggle her big toe before starting the car with a press of the button. Hearing your engine roar to life had him groaning with bliss. 

It was perfect. His simulator of choice was scarily accurate. 

Turning to Gwen, he winked as he put the car into gear. ‘Your chat keeps reminding us how much they love your feet. 

She grimaced and squirmed in discomfort. ‘Ugh, can you not bring up the foot-weirdos? You should see my DMs.’

Without looking, he put his new car into second and reached over to flick his girlfriend on the forehead. 

‘You're the last person that gets to whine about being uncomfortable after the conversation I just had with my aunt.’

She responded in her usual, irreverent, unapologetic way, but he found it hard to honestly concentrate on his girlfriend.

Sim racers were a blast, and he loved them - his ability to drive as naturally as if he’d been doing so his entire life proof how realistic they were - but they didn’t quite capture the feeling of having a ton of precisely engineered metal under his control. He could feel the power of the engine, the way the car responded to his touch, his tires grip on the asphalt…

It was sublime.

And he was only just turning into Manhattan traffic…

‘...and you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?’

Pete started and flicked his eyes towards Gwen. ‘I’m sure it was some ridiculous justification as to why you sent my aunt porn starring me.’

Gwen made to protest but thought better of it and shrugged. ‘Pretty much.’ Her grin then turned positively lupine. ‘You should see the porn she sends me.’

Oh for fuck’s -

‘Right then! Where to?’ He all-but screamed, cutting off her hysterical laughter at his obvious discomfort.

She’s lying. She’s just trying to get into my head. There’s no way May is sending her sex -

He couldn’t even finish the thought before his guts started to roil.

When Gwen finally calmed down, she pointed East. ‘Go to SI,’ she gasped out, getting her laughter under control.

‘SI?’ Pete asked in confusion, his ankle twitching as he yearned to put pedal to the metal, the traffic surrounding him making that impossible. ‘Bit late to go to work, don’t you think?’

‘Just go!’ Gwen ordered in exasperation and Pete shrugged, doing as his lady demanded.

It took a depressing amount of time to make the relatively short trip, but he’d made it smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt. When he turned into the SI employee parking lot, his eyes widened when he saw a tunnel entrance he was sure hadn’t been there the last time he’d been driven past here in one of the company cars.

‘What the -?’

‘Turn in there,’ Gwen instructed and Pete turned to her in surprise. Gwen was grinning at him, her eyes shining with mischief and delight.

Hoping he wasn’t about to be punked, he again did as instructed, the heavy-duty bollards automatically sinking into the road at his approach and allowing him entrance. The tunnel spiralled down below Stark Tower for several floors until he came upon a familiar, yet wholly new sight he didn’t expect to see.

It was a Loop Station…but not like the main hub that had to also be nearby. The white floors and walls were still a main feature and depressingly overpowering, but instead of looking like a futuristic Grand Central, this one was relatively simple, with ramps that looked just wide enough to fit a car leading into dozens of tunnels.

‘What’s this?’

‘We live in Manhattan, baby,’ Gwen teased, taking in the sight along with him. ‘Not many places we can take this bad boy for a spin around here… Go into the third tunnel from the left, then turn off the engine when you see a red light.’

Turning, he raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend, but at her insistent nod, he shrugged and did as she bade. Slipping into the tunnel, it closed behind him and Pete switched off the engine when they were bathed in red light. He heard and felt something mechanically locking his car in place and, though he couldn’t see out of the small tube they were in, he was only a little surprised when the wall sank into the ground in front of them and they started to move.

They were encased in a cylinder just large enough to encase his new car and they were rocketing down what could only be some kind of Loop line he was unaware of.

‘Where are we going…?’

‘That’s a surprise,’ Gwen teased before hopping over the gearstick to plop down in his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck and her lips pressed against his. She moaned into his mouth and Pete groaned as their tongues duelled, his hands slipping down her back and over her jeans to cup her glorious ass. Pulling back, Gwen pecked him on the nose and licked his face with a girlish giggle. ‘Happy Birthday, Pete.’

‘Thanks.’ He grinned and pulled her down into a deeper kiss. His eyes widened in surprise when he felt Gwen’s pants dematerialise, her gushing, naked pussy grinding directly against his groin.

‘We’ve got, like, ten minutes,’ Gwen panted, her hands working feverishly at his buckle and zipper. Pete didn’t fight it, his hard cock springing eagerly out and standing to attention the second Gwen freed it.

‘Ten minutes on a Loop line? How far are we - mmmh - going?’

‘Less talking,’ Gwen grunted, then moaned in bliss as she sank all the way down to his base, his girthy member stretching her fiery core and scraping against her warm insides. ‘More fucking.’

Pete chuckled breathlessly as Gwen rode him, their tongues duelling ferociously and her body undulating hypnotically. The GR86 wasn’t a large car and with the two of them in the driver’s seat, it was a tight fit, Gwen’s back often hitting the steering wheel and tooting the horn. They both ignored it though, focusing on and hungry for each other despite how much of the past week had been spent in each other’s arms.

Putting her lips against his ear, Gwen purred, her voice oozing pure sex.

‘Wanna see the videos May sent me?’ she teased, holding him tight so he couldn’t recoil in disgust. ‘They’re so hot!’

Pete moaned in protest and Gwen chuckled breathlessly, pinning him to the seat as she continued to whisper torturous, evil things into his ear.

‘You’re not even related by blood,’ she whispered, her tone mischievous, unheeding of the turmoil inside him, or maybe pressing on because of that. ‘If you think my sex tapes are hot, you should see hers. Who could have guessed prim and proper May could be such a… slut?’

Pete grit his teeth and he shuddered at the words as they conjured forbidden images in his mind.

He’d had to endure nonstop teasing while growing up with a guardian like May, such was the fate for the kid in class with the ‘hot’ mom - and his friends and peers never let him forget it. Of course he knew how attractive she was, objectively, but seeing her as anything other than his maternal figure just felt wrong - disrespectful, even. 

It was as if his mind was unwittingly tainting their relationship, with the help of his evil, cunning, conniving girlfriend.

Then why is your dick so hard, Parker?!

Growling in frustration, Gwen squealed and laughed when he gripped her ass with all his strength and spanked her with one hand, yanking her head back by her hair with the other and biting her neck.

Gwen laughed. ‘Hit a nerve, did I?’

‘Shut. Up!’ His frustrated growl only served to cause Gwen to laugh, and moan, harder.

In what felt like no time at all however, their surroundings, which had initially just looked like an endless, dimly lit tunnel, changed. They were in a small room once more, bathed in red light. Pete idly realised it felt like they were in a car wash.

Or rather, what he imagined car washes to look like.

With a groan of disappointment, Gwen crawled off his lap and back into the passenger seat, trailing a line of her juices all over the central console and gearstick.

‘Put your pants back on, you slut,’ Pete growled, slapping her big, naked ass and enjoying how her skin rippled at his contact. ‘You’re making a mess.’

Gwen didn’t immediately take her seat however, arching her back and waving her ass in his face some more. ‘Ooh, I dunno Stud, I’m feeling a little…disobedient.’

Snorting, he smacked her ass again with even more strength and Gwen moaned, arching her back like a kitten as more of her juices ran down her thigh.

It wasn’t until he gave her one final spank that she relented and materialised her shredded jeans with a disappointed sigh. Slipping back into her seat, she smiled lovingly at him and waved in front of them.

‘Green means go, babe,’ she teased, referencing the green light they were now bathed in. Indeed, as the engine roared to life, the wall in front of them disappeared into the ground and, after a short drive through a dark tunnel, Pete’s eyes widened when they exited out onto a road in the middle of a forest.

Pulling up his GPS, Pete’s face contorted in confusion. ‘Adirondack National Park - what the hell is that?’

Gwen laughed. ‘We’re in Eastern Upstate New York, in the mountains.’

Pete zoomed out of the map and his eyes widened. ‘What the - we’re that far? How fast were we moving?!’

‘You’re surprised?’ Her teasing tone brought a smile to his lips. ‘You always knew they could push the Loop Stations even harder - aren’t you the one that said the entire nation should be connected this way?’

He nodded slowly. ‘True.’ 

Looking around, he couldn’t see much through the dense forest, the road reminding him of the ones near Xavier’s mansion. Gwen directed him through the GPS on her phone until they found a side-road that wasn’t on his car’s GPS, its entrance guarded by more bollards that disappeared into the ground at his approach.

Giving Gwen the side-eye, he ignored her mysterious smile and took the turn, the road starting to steadily ascend up the mountain through a series of both sharp, hairpin and winding turns. Pete only paid the barest amount of attention to his surroundings though, just enough that he didn’t drive off the edge off the road and into the abyss. Not that that was much of a concern, it was pitch black out at this time, but the road looked brand new and was decently wide with a strong barrier guarding the edges.

No, his entire focus was on how incredible the car felt in his hands. Not only did it handle like a dream, but it handled exactly how he imagined it would based on his sim games, from the traction to the weight of the car, it all felt so familiar.

‘It’s wild how accurate the sims are these days,’ he muttered and Gwen hummed in approval. He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was watching him with a faint smile on her face, recording him driving on her phone while leaning against the door.

Ignoring her, he picked up the speed a little, putting the car into fourth while failing to hide his excited grin.

A part of him wanted to push harder, to see how much his new baby could handle in reality, but he was on an unfamiliar road, even if it was barricaded with bollards. Who knew who could be driving just around the next bend?

The road both slowly and sharply ascended for another half hour before they emerged into a wide, open area at the summit that offered a stunning view of the forested surroundings. As well as ample parking and a small cabin, there were countless hiking trails that disappeared into the trees, and half a dozen other roads that presumably also led down the mountain. 

It wasn't until Pete saw the other car in the clearing that his heart threatened to beat out of his chest and his grip on the wheel tightened so hard he heard the material creak.

Tony’s custom Audi R8 flashed its lights at him in greeting and Pete turned to Gwen in awe, his eyes wide with shock. She was still filming him, her smile almost splitting her face in two.

‘... Is this-?’

Gwen cut him off, answering his question with a short story. ‘When Tony saw the techs working on your new car, he got curious…and he made an interesting point. What's the point of a sports car if you don't have anywhere to race it?’

His smile quickly mirrored his girlfriend's. ‘So he built a tōge?’

Without waiting for an answer, Pete put his new car back in gear and slowly approached his mentor so that his window would stop right next to his. They both lowered the tinted glass and Pete was surprised to see not only Tony, but Emma in the passenger seat. 

‘What is this?’ Tony’s tone was infused with cheek, his smile devious and mocking. ‘Bring Your Girlfriend To Race day?’

‘You built a fucking race track in the mountains?’

Tony was just oozing smugness. ‘You can thank me for your birthday present later - are we gonna race or not? Your girl seems to think you actually have a chance with that weak ass, baby bitch car.’

Rolling her eyes, Emma leaned around Tony and smiled at him in the way she always did, somehow both cold and warm at the same time. ‘Happy birthday, Peter,’ she cooed, ignoring her partner's antics. When he felt the slimy feeling of her mental tendrils trying to reach into his mind, Pete's smile widened at the look of shock and consternation on her beautiful features. 

‘Why thank you Emma, it really is so good to see you!’ He put on his most shit-eating grin, making sure to record Emma’s frustration for Jean as she tried, and hilariously failed to wriggle her way into his shielded mind. 

Tony wasn't considered a genius for nothing. He looked back and forth between his girlfriend and protegé for only a few seconds before he masterfully schooled his features, ruthlessly quashing the amused smirk that threatened to form. 

He knew where his bread was buttered, and pretended to not notice what was going on. 

Still, she turned to him with a furious glare, his mind obviously not as well protected as Pete's own.

‘You okay, Emma?’ Gwen teased, leaning around Pete to grin at the beautiful, flustered older blonde. Her eyes narrowed further at the teasing, her rosy cheeks making her look incredibly cute, especially given the way she usually held herself. 

The older couple held each other’s gaze, a silent conversation passing between them as Emma’s eyes narrowed into slits. The woman then leaned into Tony and whispered in his ear, causing him to freeze and his back to go ramrod straight. Tony then turned to him with a wicked grin.

‘Sorry kid, Happy Birthday and all, but the boss wants me to put you in your place.’ He then motioned to the road Pete had just emerged from while Emma regarded him far more coolly than she had before, her eyes still narrowed. ‘We doing this?’

Pete couldn’t help his giddy smile and, instead of answering, he revved his engine and put his car in gear, pulling away from the far more expensive and powerful beast of a car and towards the entrance of the mountain pass Tony had selected.

What Pete hadn’t noticed before in the dark were the poles by the entrance to each road, each one having four, large light bulbs running vertically along the top portion of their lengths. Pulling up beside Tony’s car, both of them revved their engines as the top light on the pole lit up a brilliant red.

As the second light lit up, Pete took his right hand off the gear stick and marvelled at it. He was noticeably shaking.

-

Gwen watched her boyfriend in silence, unable to help the pride welling up within her over the last hour or so at his response to her gift.

Hah, top that Parker!

Her crushing it at the gift olympics aside, she couldn’t help but frown when Pete pulled his hand off the gear stick and beheld it shaking like a leaf. ‘Are you…scared?’

He turned to her, and Gwen sucked in a startled breath at the smile that greeted her, his face otherwise bathed in luminescent, red light.

‘I’m excited,’ he corrected, his hand going back on the gear stick as he revved the powerful engine some more.

Finally, the last light lit up a brilliant green and both drivers slammed their feet down on the accelerators, the revving of engines and tortured squealing of tires earlier not even coming close to the sounds that assaulted her when they finally put pedal to the metal.

Gwen was a superhero, her body able to handle punishment that would kill most humans, but not even she was prepared for the sheer g-forces in play when both cars rocketed into the darkness, their headlamps lighting the way.

Despite how hard her boyfriend’s new car pushed her into her bucket seat, Gwen’s eyes widened when Tony’s R8 quickly pulled ahead, leaving them in its metaphorical dust.

‘What the -?’ she tried to grit out as Tony pulled further and further away. She turned to Pete, but not only did he not look surprised, he didn’t look concerned either. If anything, he looked serene as he put his new car into fifth and chased after the apparently much more powerful machine.

Sensing her stare, his smile grew. ‘Why are you surprised? The Audi’s engine dwarfs this one, and I made sure its internals were made from vibranium, that thing is way lighter than it should be.’

She frowned in consternation as the R8’s rear lights pulled further and further away. ‘So you can’t win? What the hell?!’ Indignation welled up within her, spoiling her good mood. The final stretch - or initial, now that they were going downhill - of the mountain road was a fairly long straight, and Tony’s beast of a car was chewing up asphalt and quickly disappearing into the distance. She crossed her arms like a petulant child. ‘Man, that sucks.’

Pete barked out a laugh and corrected her. ‘No, that’s physics. Hold on.’

Gwen’s eyes widened as Pete sped up as he approached the corner, rather than slow down. 

She'd seen how he drove in his video games, but it was one thing seeing it on a tv screen, it was quite another experiencing it from the passenger seat. She wasn't scared for herself, but more for her boyfriend and his much less resilient body. 

Gripping the handrail above and preparing to shield Pete's body with her own should the worst happen, Gwen screamed as her boyfriend slammed the clutch and brakes, the front of the car dipping low with the force and the rear lifting and losing traction.

Just as he did in his racing sims, he pumped the gas with his heel, increasing the revs as he executed a controlled oversteer, tackling the corner with perfection and exiting at high speeds. 

‘Whoo!’ Pete exclaimed and laughed. ‘Alright, I think I've got a handle on this, I won't brake as early on the next turn.’

Gwen gaped at her crazy boyfriend, his face a mask of pure serenity and his eyes focused on the road. 

What have I done…?

Though Tony’s Audi was clearly the more powerful car, it was quickly apparent that Pete was the more skilled driver, his less powerful 86 better at cornering even with the R8’s lightweight, vibranium interior. 

He rapidly made up the ground between them between each successive corner, but Tony would quickly pull away on the straights.

Gwen was growing frustrated. It felt like Pete was close to overtaking Tony several times, but each time he came close, he'd let off in the gas and his mentor would pull away. 

Eventually, she snapped. She wanted her man to win. 

‘Why do you keep letting him get away?!’

‘Because chasing is more fun than leading.’

Other than a small, indulgent smile, his expression didn't change, his eyes glued to the road and his body working like the machine he was driving. 

It was infuriating. She knew Pete was just as competitive as she was, so why wasn't he trying to smoke Stark?!

Suddenly, Pete burst out laughing. 

‘What's so fucking funny?’

‘Nothing,’ he amended and Gwen held on for dear life as he threw them into another turn at insane speeds, her door almost kissing the other car before Pete let off and allowed Tony to pull away. Hearing Gwen's growl of frustration, he chuckled again before amending his statement. ‘It's just I can almost hear your thought process,’ he explained. ‘You're trying to come up with something to tempt me into winning, but you're frustrated because you realise you're too good a girlfriend, and you already give me everything any red-blooded male could possibly want.’

Her cheeks pinked and her nostrils flared in frustration. 

Smart ass.

So maybe she couldn't offer him anything, and any threats to withhold sex or something equally ridiculous would just be shooting herself in the foot.

She calmed, a smug grin slowly spreading on her beautiful features. 

Pete frowned. ‘I've suddenly got a bad feeling…’

‘Heeheehee,’ Gwen giggled knowingly, scrolling through her phone until she found what she was looking for.

If she couldn't appeal to his Inner Lothario…she'd appeal to his Inner Weeb.

‘What are you doing?’ Pete asked warily after several moments of uncomfortable silence. 

She’d been looking at this backwards. She didn't need to entice Pete to win, she just had to get him to want to win.

‘Me? Nothing,’ she replied without looking up from her phone, her tone hilariously insincere as she tried to hold back her evil laughter. She could hear his narrow-eyed stare.

That no longer mattered though, she’d already won.

Her phone now connected to the car’s speakers, she hit play.

‘FOREVER! TOGETHER! FOREVER! TOGETHER!’

Turning so her back was pressed against her door, she pointed her camera back at Pete who, while he hadn’t taken his eyes off the road, froze at the sound of the incredibly familiar lyrics.

‘You bitch!’

‘Sorry!’ Gwen cried over the energising riffs of the electric guitar. ‘I can’t hear you over the intensifying Eurobeat!’

She watched with glee as Pete bit his lip to stifle his bark of laughter, his knee unconsciously bouncing as one of his favourite songs from the anime screamed out over the car’s decently impressive speakers.

Ever since Pete had repaired his legs, they’d been consistently working out together. While most would pump to heavy metal or real bassy rap, Pete was different. Nothing got his blood pumping more than trashy Europop, particularly of the kind popularised by his favourite anime.

It was like magic, and as Gwen cast her spell, her boyfriend obediently fell under her command.

‘You’re gonna get us killed!’

Though his words were serious, Gwen smiled wide at the look on his face. His will was crumbling, his excitement palpable. Instead of answering, she reached over and turned up the volume.

The bouncing of his knee intensified.

‘FUCK!’

Pete rarely cursed, but this was a comprehensive victory on her part and he knew it. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the wheel and the gear stick so tight that she heard the material creak. The look on his face changed, calming as a steely resolve shone from his eyes.

‘Put your seatbelt on.’

It was hardly necessary, no material would provide better safety to her than what her legs could, but she did as he asked anyway.

If Gwen thought Pete was flying into corners before, she was sorely mistaken. Despite knowing she’d - and subsequently Pete, she’d make sure of that - would be fine were the worst to happen, Gwen couldn’t help her guts clenching every time Pete slammed on the brakes so late into the corners, the speeds they were moving defying what she thought she knew of physics.

Each time they screamed into a corner, Gwen looked out her window and could see the equally focused Tony Stark so close she could reach out and shake his hand if she wanted, his jaw clenched and his brow shiny with perspiration.

No matter what Pete did though, every time he pulled close in the corner and threatened to overtake, Tony would put his foot down and pull away, cutting off the inside line as his beast of a car accelerated and blocked Pete’s access.

They’d just entered the final five hairpins before the end of the course and the bottom of the mountain, even if Pete’s blood was pumping, there was little he could do if Tony didn’t allow him any room to overtake. As the very same scenario played itself out again on the fourth hairpin, Pete spoke, as if sensing her unease.

‘People often think the most important part of a car is the engine,’ he explained, now firmly in lecture mode. ‘These people know nothing about these beautiful machines - what good is having a million horsepower if your tires can’t transfer that energy to the road?’

Gwen’s eyes widened at her boyfriend’s confident smirk, and she held on tight as they approached the final corner. Like last time, Pete threw himself into the corner, but instead of going on the inside, he swung wide.

He’s gonna overtake on the outside?!

Tony must have sensed this too, as he adjusted his line mid turn to block Pete’s path on the outside.

And when he did, Pete struck.

As soon as the inside line opened up for Pete, he took it, putting pedal to the metal and accelerating through the gap his opponent graciously opened up for him. When Tony realised he’d been duped by Pete’s feint, he made to block the inside again, but Gwen sucked in a startled breath as Tony’s tires lost traction, and he understeered. Barely in control of his own car and fighting the g-forces himself, Tony was unable to block the inside line again, giving Pete more than enough room to overtake. 

As Pete zoomed by through the gap, Gwen had just enough time to turn to Tony and give him the double fingers through her window, her laughter borderline psychotic as adrenaline and victory created an intoxicating cocktail in her veins.

‘You did it!’ Gwen cried with joy, her tone part pride and part disbelief that she was so hyped over something she technically had no part in.

As Pete sped away, the couple barely had time to bask in their victory when they heard an explosion from behind. Before they could even turn to find out what had made the terrifying noise, a streak of blue light shot past them from above towards the finish line like a jet.

As Pete groaned in annoyance, it took Gwen a few seconds to realise what had just happened, what her eyes had just witnessed.

Tony’s car was no longer on the road. It had somehow spouted rocket engines and short, stubby wings and flew past them.

‘Oh that’s some bullshit!’

-

After calming down Gwen enough so she wouldn’t immediately chase down Tony and throw his car off a cliff, Pete drove back up the mountain using one of the other tracks. This one was more of a mixture of up and downhill and even longer than the one they raced on.

Even though he traversed the course at a leisurely pace - for him - he couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in his veins at the thought of setting and beating times on these tracks.

I can’t believe Tony built racetracks on a mountain… how did he even get permission…? It’s not like he could buy it, the parks are public property…

As they reached the summit again, Pete jerked when Gwen slid her hand across his groin. Turning to her, he grinned when he saw her eyes smouldering with desire. After calming down from her tantrum at Tony’s blatant cheating, she’d been, let’s say, highly amorous since.

Turns out watching him race turned her on.

Such an adrenaline junky.

It wasn’t like he was immune, but just as he was about to find a quiet spot to park and see to his woman, they both spied Tony’s car parked at the other end of the summit’s clearing, silent and off.

They shared a look and when Gwen shrugged helplessly, Pete creeped up on his mentor, pulling up beside his car in the opposite direction so their windows were side-by-side.

Somehow, despite his window being wide open, Tony didn’t notice them. He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched with effort.

Pete and Gwen shared another, amused look and were about to ask what the heck was going on when they heard it.

Soft, suckling noises and muffled, feminine moans and slurps.

They shared another shocked and amused stare and, before Pete could say anything, Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and dove for his zipper.

The click of the belt finally alerted Tony to their presence and he started in his seat, his eyes wide when he looked out the window and saw Pete staring at him.

‘Err, sup?’

Tony just stared at him incomprehensibly for several moments, his mind no-doubt fuzzy with what Emma was doing just out of line-of-sight.

I can’t believe she’s blowing him… I mean, obviously, they’re together, but she just doesn’t seem the type.

The silence was oppressive as Tony, usually quick with a quip and fast with words, struggled to fill the void.

What made the entire situation even more awkward was the very obvious sounds of oral sex, especially when Pete shut off his car’s engine. Emma had stilled in her ministrations, her actions more subtle after hearing them approach, but while she struggled to be quieter, Gwen had no such compunctions, loudly slurping him into her mouth and joining in on the fun.

Pete jerked at the aggressive sucking and Tony did likewise when Emma apparently gave up on all pretence of subtlety and joined in on the fun.

Meanwhile, Pete and Tony were just staring at each other, at a loss for words.

‘Err, nice night, huh?’

He was barely able to get the words out without moaning, and it was a close thing as Gwen had stuck a lubed finger in his ass after taking his cock all the way to the base.

‘Just…don’t talk,’ Tony pleaded through gritted teeth. ‘You’re making it weird.’

‘Right,’ Pete agreed, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes, his hand threading through Gwen’s blonde locks as she bobbed in his lap. Her switch had already been flipped after the race, a chance for some exhibitionist fun on top was just throwing fuel on the fire.

Both Tony and Pete lapsed into a forced silence, each one trying not to let their pleasure be heard as their girls blew them. Pete wasn’t sure not talking was making it any less weird, the wet smacking and slurping sounds of the girls’ actions almost deafening in the otherwise silence of the peaceful night.

Pete couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not his orgasm, no, but something far more important.

‘I - mmh - totally smoked you Tony.’

Awkwardness and weirdness were immediately thrown out the window after he threw down the gauntlet.

‘The fuck you did!’ He countered, wincing in pain as Emma apparently punished him for his outburst. ‘I distinctly remember leaving you in the - hurgh - in the dust kid!’

‘Mhmm,’ Pete agreed good naturedly, both hands in Gwen’s hair now as he sighed and relaxed in his seat. ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’

‘You little shi- oooh!’ His tirade was cut off with whatever Emma did next, causing Tony’s body to shudder with bliss as he melted into his seat.

Pete chuckled smugly and looked down when Gwen pulled off his cock. She was staring up at him, her large, crystal blue eyes smouldering with lust. She was biting her lip, clearly wanting to say something but holding herself back.

‘What?’

Smiling cheekily, Gwen pulled away and opened her door, motioning him over with a flick of her head and holding out a hand. Looking back towards his boss, the man was barely coherent, whatever Emma was doing had him dead to the world and still shuddering with pleasure. Realising he’d pulled in too close to Tony to exit via his own door, Pete scooched over the console and let Gwen pull him out.

Taking his hand in hers, Gwen pulled him around his new car until she sat on its bonnet, her entire outfit dematerialising before her skin made contact with the metal.

She’d come a long way from being embarrassed at Tony seeing her naked in the training rooms…

‘Mmm,’ she purred, hugging herself and staring up at him with barely controlled lust. ‘It’s still warm…’

Pete snorted in amusement, and he didn’t wait for Gwen to ask what she clearly wanted of him next. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his fists planted on the hood either side of his girl’s hips. Gwen moaned enthusiastically as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close, her naked, dripping core grinding against his.

Their kiss was interrupted when a commotion from Tony’s car caught their attention.

‘Come on Em, we can’t let these kids upstage us!’

From their heightened angle, they could now see Emma leaning over the console, her head in her boyfriend’s lap as she slowly stroked his shaft. They couldn’t see her face, but Pete could imagine the cold look in her eyes.

Gwen pinched his side to get his attention and he grinned at her cheeky smirk.

‘Don’t pressure her, Tony,’ Gwen called out in between kisses along his neck. ‘Something like this is clearly too much for… someone like her.’

‘What are you, a child?’ Emma’s frosty voice called out from the cabin and Pete and Gwen shared an excited giggle. Too absorbed with each other, they didn’t see what went on between Tony and Emma next, but they heard the results of it. ‘Ugh, fine, stop pouting at me you buffoon.’

Gwen sucked in an excited breath and Pete pulled back to stare into her wide, shining eyes. They turned simultaneously when the door on the opposite side of Tony’s car opened and a slightly dishevelled Emma slipped out. Her luscious blonde hair was done up in an elegant bun and she wore a silky, white halter top and matching leather pants that looked painted on.

Catching Gwen’s look of excitement as they stared at her, Emma’s cheeks pinked and she rolled her eyes. It was utterly adorable. ‘You’re all a bunch of horny children.’

So Tsundere…

Gwen smiled, the side of her face against Pete’s chest as she watched Emma round Tony’s larger car, the man himself filing out excitedly behind her.

‘Guilty,’ Gwen sing-songed before turning back to Pete and he couldn’t help snorting in amusement. Gwen was so turned on she was all but vibrating on his hood.

Knowing that she’d want to watch, Pete buried his face in her neck instead of kissing her lips, licking and suckling on a pulse point as Gwen had her voyeuristic fun. Hearing his girl’s giggle, Pete reluctantly pulled away and looked over at the other couple. He snorted as he watched Tony desperately trying to pull off Emma’s leather pants as the woman in question eyed both him and them with annoyance.

Both Gwen and Pete sucked in excited breaths when Tony finally managed to pull her pants down to her knees and cry in victory, exposing the fact that Emma wore no underwear beneath. She was completely bare and, despite her standoffish and holier-than-thou demeanour, a trail of her excitement ran down the inside of her thigh.

‘Mmm, you look delicious,’ Gwen purred and Emma’s eyes flicked towards them as Tony bunched the material of her halter top between her large breasts, exposing them and her hard, pale nipples to the cool, night air.

Emma didn’t reply, but her eyes, unbidden, roved over Gwen’s perfect, muscular body and less-obviously devoured the sight in kind. Noticing the beautiful, older woman’s attention on her had Gwen cursing with need and she turned around on his hood to get a better look at the other couple while also exposing her leaking womanhood to him. Looking back over at him over her muscular shoulder, Gwen winked and waved her ass at him enticingly.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Gwen cried out in bliss when he slid inside her slick and delightfully tight pussy. Contrary to how everyone had been behaving up until this point, she didn’t hold back, a cry for attention that instantly worked as both Tony and Emma glanced over at them as Pete starting to fuck his girl.

Pete throbbed with desire when he caught Tony staring hungrily at Gwen’s muscular body rocking and undulating with bliss. The look was only brief however and he turned back to his own girlfriend with a snarl, pulling her leather pants the rest of the way off and pushing her back onto the trunk covering his car’s huge engine so she lay splayed out for him and breathing heavily.

‘We’re not getting upstaged by a couple of dumb kids.’

Shockingly, Emma felt similarly, glancing over in their direction with a challenging look in her piercing stare - no doubt spurred on by a mocking one from Gwen. Reaching up, Emma grabbed Tony’s wrist and pulled him down onto the hood beside her. Before he could protest, Emma swung a long, elegant leg over his waist and straddled him, Tony’s thick cock standing tall and proud and resting against her gushing womanhood.

‘Yessss,’ Gwen hissed with desire as both women locked gazes. Without breaking the staring contest, Emma rose up on her knees and guided Tony’s member inside her, sighing in pleasure as she let herself sink down on his girthy member. ‘You’re so hot,’ Gwen panted with desire, moaning and groaning as Pete picked up the pace.

Rather than be offended, Emma smirked, clearly pleased with the praise as she started to bounce on her man’s cock, the soft suspension helping with matters and only adding to the pleasure. Both Pete and Gwen’s eyes were glued to her jiggling ass and heavy, bouncing tits, the sight lighting a fire in him and causing him to redouble his efforts.

‘Looks like you might - mmh - actually win this race Tony,’ Gwen goaded, calling out to the other couple as the older man reached up to fondle his girl’s breasts.

‘That’s bullshut! Emma was blowing me for, like, ten minutes before you two showed up.’

The woman in question smirked at Tony’s excuses, leaning back on her hands and gyrating her hips in a hypnotic, erotic dance. Tony’s eyes widened as he stared up at her, his face pale.

‘No! Not the mind thing!’

His pleas fell on deaf ears and, with her delicate fingers pressed against his temple, Tony screwed his eyes shut and gasped, his back arching as he instantly came inside the gorgeous mutant.

‘Hah!’ Gwen laughed around her moans, ‘Won this one fair and square!’

Emma disengaged from her beau, his thick cum running down the inside of her thigh as he shuddered in bliss, his body quaking with the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. Without a hint of shame, Emma turned and strolled over to them, bending down so her and Gwen’s faces were barely inches apart. His girlfriend sucked in an excited breath at the beautiful woman’s proximity, puckering her lips and hoping for a kiss.

Instead, Emma smirked and tucked a loose strand of Gwen’s hair behind her ear. ‘Dear…you talk too much.’

Before Gwen could react, Emma pressed a finger to her temple and his girl froze in shock, her erotic moans turning into a wide-mouthed silent scream.

Pete never stopped thrusting, his finger playing with Gwen’s ass as he watched on with rapt attention. With an explosive cry, Gwen’s back arched much like Tony’s had, her erotic cries shattering the peace on the summit and causing a flock of birds in the nearby forest to take flight.

‘Cumming!’

Gwen squeezed him like a vice as her body started to shake at the clearly unexpected orgasm, losing all strength in her arms as she collapsed against the hood. Pete followed her down, never stopping in his thrusting as he fucked her through what appeared to be an earth-shattering orgasm, Gwen’s cries growing more intense with every second.

Pete looked to Emma in shock as the woman stared back with smug satisfaction.

‘What did you do to her?’

Her smugness was radiating off her in waves, it was an incredibly sexy look on her, especially as she stood there in her birthday suit and fondling her own heavy breast with relish.

‘You’ll never know,’ she teased, her voice deep and husky, her finger reaching out to trail up his neck and stopping at his chin. ‘Not with those pesky inhibitors in place, anyway…’

Pete barked out a laugh and battered her hand away. ‘Nice try - Jean just loved the look on your face when you found out about them, by the way.’

Her coy smile froze on her beautiful features and her eyes narrowed into slits.

‘You’re far less cute than you think you are.’

‘He’s cute as fuck,’ Gwen groaned from her prone position on the hood, reaching back and up to cup the side of his face. Tony was showing signs of recovering and was watching Emma fuck with them, stroking his thick cock back to hardness. ‘Don’t let the mean lady tempt you with her wicked, psychic sexual attacks, the orgasms you give me are much better, baby.’

Emma snorted, over her recent bout of fury and clearly disbelieving of Gwen’s claim. With a sway of her wide, sexy hips, she strolled back to Tony and bent over the trunk of his car, waving her ass in invitation.

‘Come, try not to embarrass yourself again, my love.’ 

Tony hopped off the car, his face red with arousal and frustration and his cock flopping all over the place, his muscular, hairy body slick with sweat. ‘I won the fucking race!’

‘Suuuuure, buddy,’ Pete teased, sliding back into Gwen - who’d turned around to throw her arms around his shoulders and embrace him - casually as if fucking his girl in front of his boss and friend was the most casual thing in the world. ‘Couldn’t even beat my V6 with a V10, had to use jet engines.’

‘You -!’ Turning his frustration on Emma, Tony reached back and brought his hand down on her meaty ass with a loud, resounding crack. Emma didn’t even flinch, instead raising an eyebrow as if to say, ‘is that it?’

Grunting in frustration, he spanked her other cheek before spreading them wide and slipping into her puckered rosebud. Emma grunted briefly in discomfort, then let out a soft moan as Tony reached around to cup her heavy, hanging, swaying tits.

‘Fuuuuuuck,’ Gwen groaned as she watched with glee. ‘I wanna eat you so bad!’

Emma smirked through a moan, her face a mask of pleasure while Tony pointed at them threateningly. ‘You stay over there you turbo slut! My girl isn’t gonna be another one of your conquests!’

Pete barked out a hysterical laugh and Gwen only smirked at him evilly. Emma rolled her eyes, her chin in her hands as she looked back at her lover and gave him the side-eye. ‘Hypocrite.’

She grunted when Tony gave her another spank. If the strikes were causing the mutant any discomfort, she certainly didn’t show it - Pete wondered if it had anything to do with her famed diamond skin. Either way, Tony kept it up, alternating cheeks and thrusting in Emma so hard his ass and thighs rippled with each impact. When she came, she didn’t scream or cry out, instead, Emma buried her face in her forearm and groaned long and deep, her body shaking as juices poured out of her gushing core.

The sight was too much for Gwen. Not only was she getting off on him fucking her and watching the other couple fuck, but each time they looked over to do the same, Gwen would tighten around him, her muscles threatening to squeeze his dick off.

The four of them panted in the aftermath of their orgasms, steam rising off their skin as their body temperature clashed with the cool night air.

Pete grunted and collapsed against his new car, pulling Gwen into his chest and sighing contentedly. ‘Best birthday ever…’

‘Fuck you,’ he heard Tony call from a similar position on his car, with Emma curled up in his grasp. ‘Who even drives like that anyway? Fucking maniac.’

‘Fujiwara Pa-ka desu,’ Pete intoned with a deep, serious tone that caused Gwen to burst out in peels of laughter.

He looked over to see Tony staring at them in disgust.

‘Fucking nerds.’