Caught in her Web - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Chapter 10

New York City had become a battlefield over the last week, all because of some psycho calling himself Kraven and his crew.

An oddly apt name for someone styling himself as some big-game hunter, but in reality just a schmuck that overwhelmed and wore down his targets with traps, ambushes and superior numbers before going in for the kill himself.

At first, he’d targeted some of the more notorious villains still skulking about the city - his targets being enhanced beings that had been a thorn in NYC’s side for far too long - so Gwen didn’t feel a need to intervene - let them kill each other.

She didn’t much care as long as no innocents were being hurt in the crossfire.

Naturally, innocents got hurt in the crossfire.

Then the leopard-skin wearing eyesore started taking out the new Spiders on his tail, ones too early with their new powers to put up much of a fight. Especially against a hypocrite for who, while preaching honour to anyone who would listen, was more than happy to win his battles with underhanded tactics.

And then he’d made the fatal mistake of targeting her apprentice.

Was it wrong to dangle Miles as bait while she silently and invisibly watched and waited? Maybe, but it was his idea and he was handling himself rather well.

She watched as he danced around one of Kraven’s hit-squads, dodging and counter-attacking with such contemptuous ease that she’d have scolded him for toying with his food if the goal hadn’t been to lure out Kraven himself.

Miles had come a long way over the past few months. His new suit aside - an all-black number with red accents and spider-logo emblazoned on his chest - his technique was more refined with less wasted movements and flourishes, his reflexes far sharper and, if Pete was to be believed, his strength was slowly increasing too.

The nanites were still working on his body, making it more like her own.

Pete had some new theories as to why people like Miles were able to accept the nanites while others couldn’t, and if his theories bore out, his new friendship with Professor X would certainly come in handy.

Especially for finding new recruits.

Gwen watched with pride, her presence utterly concealed as Miles nimbly dodged around the team’s coordinated attacks, dropping one after another and webbing them to any surface within reach.

He reminds me so much of myself when I first started out - pulling my punches and just getting lost in the thrill of the fight…

Which was probably why he was caught so completely off-guard by the huge hunter that descended from the shadowed ceiling of the warehouse.

Minus five thousand Spider-mom points, boyo.

The man was the one that styled himself as Kraven the Hunter. He was so strong and so fast that Miles' nascent Spider-sense hadn’t even been quick enough to warn him of the impending danger.

‘You are a tough one boy,’ the man complimented her apprentice in a thick Russian accent, his large hand wrapped tightly around his throat while Miles dangled helplessly. ‘You put up a good fight, the best one yet, but I always get my prey.’

Gwen’s eyes almost rolled out of her skull, but before she could pull an Uno reverse on this clown, her eyes widened when red electricity started to sparkle along Miles’ arms.  Everyone’s eyes widened when the electricity surged, thundering into the huge man with a crackle and crash and causing his body to lock up as he endured the pain.

What the hell? Red electricity? How deliciously on-brand.

It had happened so quickly that Kraven hadn’t even had time to release his prey before he was struck, but as surprised as he was, Miles looked even more shocked.

A mistake that would have normally cost him his life.

Taking advantage of his target’s surprise, Kraven recovered with a truly impressive application of will and dove at Miles, his hand shooting out like a flash and wrapped around her apprentice’s throat again while the other punched towards his unprotected gut with a long, wickedly sharp knife.

That’s enough of that.

Gwen had manoeuvred herself directly above them during the quick exchange. The moment she recognized Kraven wasn’t as shocked by Miles’ attack as he let on, she struck. Her arm below the elbow shifted into myriad, fleshy tendrils that shot towards her target, all but one latching onto her target’s face while the last gripped the wrist holding the knife with punishing force.

Before Kraven could react, she launched herself feet-first, pulling her much lighter body down towards the ground, gravity and her monstrous strength turning her turquoise ballerina slippers into twin meteors of destruction.

She connected with his spine with such explosive force that the ground crumbled beneath her, his body being smashed so hard into the concrete floor that it had sent cracks in every direction from the point of impact.

The fact that the huge man didn’t die instantly showed how powerful his body truly was.

Definitely enhanced, if that wasn’t already obvious.

Before the concrete dust could even clear, he jumped out of the crater she’d left him in like a wild animal, his eyes shining with madness and glee. Even if her Spider-sense hadn’t forewarned her of the impending attack, he was just too slow to even land a hit on her.

Four appendages sprouted out from her back in the blink of an eye, each as thick as her arms and segmented like a spider’s legs. Each was also tipped with a wickedly sharp spike coated in and dripping the paralytic venom Pete had long ago synthesised for her.

She dodged and knocked away his deadly and precise stabs with contemptuous ease, each of his overextensions and missteps punished with a lightning quick jab from her stingers. It wasn’t just his body that was robust, his skin proved particularly tough to puncture, and if he wasn’t so outclassed in the strength department, she wondered if she’d even be able to break through.

After only a few exchanges, Kraven already showed signs of slowing, his powerful heart working against him as it efficiently pumped her venom throughout his entire body. His huge frame started to droop, even the simple task of holding his dagger afloat looked too much for him.

‘You lack… honour,’ he slurred, his lips not moving like he wanted them to.

Ignoring him, she took advantage of his sluggish state and shot webs either side of his head and latched onto the wall fifty feet behind him. Pulling back with all her might, she slingshot herself into her foe feet-first, both of them crashing into the concrete wall with such force the entire warehouse shook ominously.

Not only had his rib cage caved in under the immense blow - no doubt pulverising the fragile organs within - but her spike-tipped limbs had also each pierced him in vital areas, doing enough damage that even if he wasn’t assuredly dead or on the doorstep, the sheer amount of venom she was pumping into him would stop his heart.

‘Unlike you,’ she hissed, temporarily dematerialising her mask and looking into his fading eyes with cold determination. ‘I don’t see any honour in killing those weaker than me.’

Before the light truly left his eyes, they sparked one final time with madness just as he breathed his last.

‘Holy hell,’ Miles asked with shock. ‘Is he dead?’

Gwen turned to her pupil with her eyebrows raised in disbelief before turning back to the utterly ruined corpse of the one known as Kraven the Hunter.

He looked like he’d been run over by a train.

‘Yes Miles,’ she deadpanned. ‘He’s very much dead.’

Miles’ gaze was locked on the corpse. While he didn’t have the control over his outfit like she did, she didn’t doubt that his expression was one of shock, his hands resting on his head as she stared at the man who’d nearly killed him.

‘Don’t take this as a lesson, killing someone isn’t something anyone can make you do, but I’ll give you some advice,’ she began softly, retracting her extra limbs and gently resting a hand on his broad shoulder.

He turned to her and, seeing she had his attention, she continued.

‘Pulling your punches is noble, and right - when stopping purse snatchers and drug dealers,’ she began, the sound of police sirens rapidly approaching their position causing her to pause. ‘But don’t risk your life by pulling your punches against murderous scum like this d-bag. He’d have mounted your head on a spike like he did the others and gone to sleep without even the slightest hint of the hesitation and concern you’re showing right now.’

‘Right…’ Miles said, sounding lost and confused. He wasn’t a kid though - despite the stupid name he’d chosen to be his superhero alias - so she wouldn’t treat him like one.

‘Go home, you did well today. I’ll wait for the cops and sort all this out,’ she said, ruffling his head and gently shoving him away. ‘Maybe try and figure out what that electricity was, and see if you can control it.’

As if remembering, he looked at his hands in awe, red lightning sparkling between his fingers. ‘Wow…’

‘You didn’t get that from me,’ she joked. ‘Spider-dad has some explaining to do - it might have something to do with why you’re compatible with the nanites.’

Before he could swing away, she stopped him. ‘Oh, and you lose ten-thousand Spider-mom points for letting him get the jump on you, and for getting distracted in the middle of a life-and-death fight.’

He sputtered. ‘But I only had eight-thousand, three-hundred and seventy-two!’

She shrugged, making sure to keep her poker face firmly in place. ‘That’s not my problem. Maybe you’ll not get distracted so easily in the future.’

‘But I was so close to my next gadget!’ he whined and slumped when Gwen didn’t look the least bit perturbed by his childish whining. He left, looking far more dejected by the loss of points than the killing he’d witnessed.

Looking around, she only just remembered the hit-squad that Miles had previously webbed up. They were looking at her with shock and terror, wriggling against their webbed-bindings but having no luck with breaking out.

Just then the doors burst open and a SWAT team led by a Spider surged in, guns and shields raised. They relaxed when they saw her standing there, her arms raised.

Unlike her and Miles, the Spiders on the force dressed much more tactically, looking more like their SWAT brethren than superheroes. It was boring, but she supposed it made sense.

They’re leaving a lot of money on the table - holy hell, why do I sound like a marketing exec now?!

‘Ghost Spider,’ the one in the lead and the one with her nanites said with relief. From memory, his name was Gonzales. ‘What happened, is everything okay?’

She pointed over to Kraven’s ruined corpse. ‘Just taking out the trash.’

He looked over at the corpse and his eyes narrowed with disgust. He turned back to her and nodded, his face stony. Kraven had been targeting his colleagues before she took him down, not to even mention the innocent civilians that had been caught in the crossfire. Mayor Jameson, who’d become increasingly belligerent as of late, and dropping rapidly in the popularity polls, might kick up a stink, but she very much doubted the boys and girls in blue would do anything other than shake her hand.

As if to prove her right, he held out his hand and she took it, shaking it once.

‘Thank-you, from all of us,’ he said gratefully, and the others nodded to her respectfully. It…was so nice, especially after a lifetime of being treated as a nuisance and reckless vigilante in no small part thanks to Jameson’s propaganda. ‘You can go on home, we’ll handle everything here no problem.’

She nodded before leaning in and whispering. ‘The webbing will dissolve in about twenty minutes, you won’t be able to cut them out before then.

He nodded and Gwen grinned. ‘Pete’s working on mass-producing the web-fluid for everyone in the program, don’t worry.’

His blush at being read so easily was honestly adorable. With a wave, she made to leave them to it. ‘Don’t worry officer, you’ll be swinging around the city in no time.’

His grin instantly made her feel lighter. While she never wanted killing to become easy, it was nice knowing she had such strong support, first and most importantly from Pete, but now also from her colleagues in the police force.

She wondered if her dad would be proud.

-

That night, Pete came home to find Gwen vegging out on the couch in just a tank-top and a cotton thong. She had her feet kicked up on the table and covered in woolly socks, a mostly empty bowl of kale chips on her belly and an annoyed expression on her face.

I wonder what she’s done that she thinks subjecting herself to the Jets is a suitable punishment?

He, of course, knew. She’d sent him a video earlier from her drones of Miles manifesting some kind of electrical powers.

Red lightning? So on brand, the kids will love that.

The genetic factor that differentiated recipients of the Gwennites from one another had eluded him so far. He could point them out, sure, but he couldn’t quite explain why.

Miles was the seventh to exhibit some kind of spontaneous, anomalous unlocking of a power. He had a hypothesis, but he needed to speak to his new friend, the Professor, before going further.

Hanging up his coat and throwing his keys on the table, he put the bag housing his old DSLR carefully down in the entryway - with no idea what Gwen could possibly want with it - before getting a couple of cokes from the fridge.

He’d been feeling frisky all day, a productive day at work where Riri could still barely look him in the eye without becoming a stuttering mess, and Jane becoming a whole heck of a lot friendlier with him had him all riled up. He’d have put the latter down to her surprise cancer diagnoses and cure, but he wouldn’t put it past the woman and his girlfriend to be screwing with him.

They were both entirely too devious.

He hoped Gwen’s adventures earlier hadn’t ruined the mood, because at the least he could really go for a nice, relaxing blowjob.

‘Rough night?’ he hedged, after hearing her curse at the TV as she reached blindly for the coke she’d heard him crack open.

‘I gave Miles the talk.’

Oof.

‘Who?’

‘I’m not using that ridiculous name.’

‘I’m sorry, you’re going to have to be more specific because I have no idea who you’re talking about.’

She snorted as he sat on the arm of the couch, reaching out to snatch his hand when he made to start running his hand through her hair. She had it up in some kind of adorable topknot to keep it out of her face, and while he loved her punky hairstyle, he couldn’t deny that this was an incredibly cute look.

It must be getting annoyingly long.

‘Ugh, fine, Kid Arachnid saw me killing Kraven and I had some words with him,’ she said with a weary sigh, though notably without the stress he’d been expecting. Regardless, he gripped the back of her neck and she groaned with delight when he started to ease some of her tension there - his dick appreciated the sound very much. ‘The cops were pretty chill, though they get like that when the ones targeted are their own.’

Pete sighed. He’d hoped his little invention would have permanently ended killings of the good policemen and women, but it was still too early and they were too new to their powers.

Maybe I should mass produce the arch-angel drones to help, I’ll have to talk to Tony though. That’s starting to sound a bit too Skynet for my liking…

‘How’d he take it?’

‘Fine,’ she said after a pause and an annoyed grunt, Jets being the Jets and all. ‘He was shocked, obviously, and will need some time to think. I see a lot of myself in him - idealistic… naive.’

‘Inherently good and kind,’ Pete added with a loving smile, dropping down on the couch next to her and swinging her feet around so they were in his lap. If her groan at the little neck massage was slightly erotic, the one when he started to massage her feet after she dematerialised her socks was pure sex.

‘Oooooh fuuuuuck,’ she groaned, her voice deep and guttural, her head falling off the other end of the couch and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She lifted her head back up after a good few minutes of his ministrations and grinned sultrily at him. ‘You only do this when you’re horny.’

‘Vile slander,’ he denied unconvincingly, the corners of his lips twitching as he failed to hide his amusement.

‘Mhmm?’ she teased, looking like the cat that got the canary. ‘Anything at work causing you to get a little…excited?’

His eyes narrowed at her too-innocent tone, her entire face alight with mischief. He ignored her though, she’d never admit to anything, even if she technically already had. He moved up and started to massage her calves and before he could drag her closer to start massaging her muscular thighs, she grabbed her laptop and grinned sexily at him.

‘Want to see what I was watching earlier?’

With a click of a few buttons, she’d cast the laptop’s screen to the TV, putting them both out of their Jets-related misery, and showing the Onlyfans home page.

‘I give you the gift of free time and instead of practising your drums or picking up another hobby you…watch porn?’

‘Maybe I was a little horny too,’ she teased, her eyes taking on a lidded and sultry look to them. ‘It’s not often I get to let loose and that piece of shit seriously deserved it.’

His eyebrows rose and, surprisingly, his dick throbbed. ‘Wow. Dark and slightly worrying how sexy I find that, best unpack that later.’

Gwen’s giggle this time is darker and more sinister, but no less titillating for it. He’d have to catch the drones’ footage of the fight later, Gwen must have been pretty badass to be feeling so horny afterwards.

His hands froze however when Gwen pulled up a particular creator’s page and MJ’s voluptuous body populated the screen, clad in only sexy, black lace lingerie.

The night they’d spent trying to outfuck Derek had played a pretty dominating role in their sex life over the past month, both of them constantly bringing it up to help turn the other on.

Naturally, Gwen had a full membership to her friend’s page and he almost choked on his tongue when she pulled up a picture of the stunning redhead smiling at the camera - it wasn’t a picture, but a still from a clip. She stood by an incredibly familiar window - his eyes flicked to the side to look at the window bay in question - and was bent at the waist, naked save for a tight tank-top that did little to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The picture was overexposed, the lighting and quality terrible - she’d likely taken it with her phone, he thought with a shudder he couldn’t quite suppress from his inner photography-snob - but when Gwen hit play, all such thoughts fled his mind. MJ poked her tongue out at the camera and straightened, her hands going do the hem of her top and teasing it up.

He’d always known MJ was stacked, but seeing her impressive underboob cleavage spill out as her tits were lifted by the sliding up of her top had him licking his suddenly dry lips and eyeing his grinning girlfriend nervously. When the top cleared her nipples and her big tits bounced free he damn-near tore a hole through his jeans at the sight, her tits still jiggling as she’d activated a horrendous slow-motion effect to prolong the impressive sight.

Licking his lips again, he was all-too aware of the saucy grin his girl was sending his way as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He honestly didn’t know what to say.

Clearing his throat, he went with, ‘I always thought she’d have more freckles…’

Gwen cackled and pulled up another. Her tits were less of a focus in this clip, her knees pulled up against her chest and smooshing them against her thighs. Her pussy was completely exposed for the camera, pretty and pink and utterly glistening with juices as she ran her fingers along her lips and looked into the lens with heavily-lidded eyes.

‘I know what you’re trying to do,’ Pete said in a quavering tone, his voice sounding far less impressive out loud than it did in his head. ‘But all I can see is how horrible the quality is - is this why you had me bring my camera?’

Gwen gave him a look that let him know she didn’t buy his bullshit for even a second. She answered his question with one of her own, ‘Do you still know how to use it?’

‘Sure…’ he answered, unsure where this was going. ‘I’m not that out of practice, and editing is the hardest part anyway. Why?’

Gwen hummed thoughtfully before going to her inbox and pulling up another clip, this one a private one MJ clearly sent to her subscribers’ inboxes. When the video loaded, MJ was naked on her bed, her famous dildo suctioned to the headboard - naturally, the thing was of a size with a pringles can - as she licked it with a teasing smile.

He nearly swallowed his tongue when she turned and sank onto the freakish dildo with an oscillating moan, her teardrop-shaped tits hanging and swaying as she thrust back and forth.

Gwen’s the one massaging him now. She’s almost in his lap, her hand having slipped into his jeans without his notice as she cupped his straining dick and aching balls. Despite Gwen no-doubt having far more explicit videos of MJ on her laptop, they’d never watched them. He’d always thought that while Gwen talked a big game, she didn’t want him seeing her best friend in such a state.

Clearly, he was wrong.

Something must have changed after the night with Derek…

Gwen let the clip play on repeat as she put her lips to his ear. ‘Don’t be scared to look, I won’t get mad, you’re not the only one that likes big tits,’ she purred sultrily, licking the shell of his ear and causing a full-body shudder to run through him.

He didn’t resist as she pulled his dick out and started to stroke him, collecting his pre-cum and lathering his entire shaft with his secretions.

‘I love how they hang, their shape, their heft. I love how I used to suck on them when I lay under her as she was getting fucked.’

Pete shut his eyes and groaned at the mental image, Gwen’s voice and warm breath sending tingles down his spine, her stroking of his cock earning jolts of pleasure.

‘Despite what you may think, she has such a tight little pussy too. It’s delicious, do you want to taste it?’

He froze and his eyes flew open, both at her words and at the sound of a key unlocking the door to the girls’ apartment.

What’s the old saying? What’s a man’s most sensitive organ while he’s jacking-off? His ears…

‘Wohoo, we haven’t had a movie night in…ages?’

MJ had breezed into the apartment, clearly not expecting him to be there with her clip running on repeat. Her arms were loaded with shopping bags - clothes, not groceries, heaven forbid - and she was dressed casually in jeans, a thick jacket and a beanie.

She looked down and saw Gwen stroking his dick and her perfectly manicured eyebrow rose. ‘Well, this is certainly unexpected.’

‘Hey Slut,’ Gwen grinned cheekily without the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment. She hadn’t even stopped stroking his cock, or shifted her gaze from his. ‘Go and get your strap-on.’

What was most shocking about the situation was, after a brief moment of surprise, MJ didn’t even hesitate. She squealed with excitement and skipped towards her bedroom without another word, their eyes following her dumptruck of an ass that was deliciously highlighted by her skinny jeans.

Pete licked his lips again. ‘Are you serious?’

Gwen grinned and kissed his neck, then his jaw and finally his lips. ‘We made a deal, remember? You get to watch me fuck her, then she gets to watch me fuck you.’ She kissed him again, giggling as she evaded his lips and instead planting featherlight kisses where she could on his face. ‘Presuming you still want to, that is?’

‘Cute way of asking if I’m chickening out.’

Gwen grinned but didn’t deny it.

Clearing his throat, his face beet red and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, he asked another important question. ‘Are you asking me, or telling me?’

Gwen’s smile widened, her eyes turning sultry and heavily lidded, the grip on his cock tightening. ‘Which would you prefer?’

He could only whine, wrapping his arms around her middle, either unable or unwilling to voice his answer. Instead, he buried his face in her neck as she chuckled throatily.

‘Understood,’ she purred. ‘Now set up your camera. I doubt you want your debut recorded on a phone.’

He felt his entire body shudder, his knees going weak at both the authority in her tone, and the absurdity of what was happening. Gwen already made his knees go weak when she took control, inviting MJ to join them was just another level of crazy he didn’t think his heart could handle - and that wasn’t even mentioning what she no-doubt intended with the camera.

When MJ came back from her bedroom, a moderately-sized double-sided dildo and harness in hand, it was to see Pete futzing about with the lighting in the room, a camera set up on a tripod. When he looked up, he audibly swallowed at the sight of her.

Even Pete, a self-recognized hardcore simp for his girlfriend, could admit that MJ was crazy hot.

The stunning redhead had a soft, voluptuous figure, perfect pale skin and almost unnaturally green eyes. She’d come out ready to party, wearing only a tiny lace thong and a crop-top that heroically struggled to contain her heavy tits.

She looked around the room, at the camera and at Pete and Gwen before raising an eyebrow. ‘Gwen, not that I’m complaining, but what the hell is going on?’

Gwen shrugged, resting an arm along the back of the couch as she eyed her friend’s figure hungrily. ‘I’m going to fuck you, then you’re going to watch me fuck Pete,’ she explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world, grinning as MJ’s green eyes widened. ‘I didn’t want to come out and say it, but your content’s gotten a little stale lately, figured we could help spice it up.’

‘First time I’m hearing any complaints,’ she grumbled, looking between the two of them as if still trying to comprehend the situation. Far from looking troubled though, Pete was a little surprised to see how excited she looked - whether it be the prospect of fooling around with her friend or watching her fool around with him, he couldn’t say.

‘You’re a pro, right?’ Pete asked, giving up with the horrendous lighting in the room. ‘Don’t you have some ring lights or something?’

‘Pete’s a retired photographer, worked for the Bugle part-time and everything in high-school, he knows what he’s talking about.’

What she didn’t tell her friend was that a lot of his photos were of a promotional nature for the Ghost Spider’s socials. Stil, he’d realised he’d had a knack for it and had kept it up until he just didn’t have the time for it any more.

The look on MJ’s face was wavering between confusion and excitement as she kept looking between them. ‘Yeah, I have lights - Gwen, what the hell are you playing at? The first time you brought him over you almost tore my head off for even suggesting something like this.’

Pete turned to Gwen with a raised brow and she had the decency to look abashed, her cheeks pinking and her confident airs taking a hit.

After pouting and shrugging adorably, she locked eyes with him. ‘Everything was still new and raw then - we’re a lot more secure in our relationship now,’ she admitted, smiling at him and giving him a wink. His heart leapt and he returned the gesture, matching her smile. Gwen then turned back to MJ, her eyebrow raised. ‘Why? Are you saying you don’t want to play?’

MJ just snorted.

‘Right, dumb question,’ Gwen said and grinned, slowly rubbing herself over her now damp, cotton thong. ‘How many times have you gotten off to the vids I sent you?’

Gwen was referring to the vid of the threesome involving Thor. They’d edited out the bit where she’d yanked him with her web and Gwen had sent it on over to her.

Apparently MJ was a fan because she looked over at him and he was genuinely surprised to see her pale cheeks flush when their gazes met. He’d always pegged her as the kind of girl that didn’t have an ounce of shame left in her.

Great choice of words there Pete.

‘Wow, that many?’ Gwen asked, cackling as MJ brought in her lights and Pete set them up. ‘Well, go on then, take your top off - Pete’s dying to see your tits.’

‘Just Pete?’ she teased, and Pete was hit with a sense of deja vu as her hands went to the hem of her tight, boob-hugging crop top.

‘I’m not dying to see -’ he began, but almost swallowed his tongue when the girls just smirked and MJ slowly started pulling her top up. His eyes steadily widened when her heavy, underboob cleavage was first revealed, and just as the top was about to clear her nipples, pale pink areolas already peeking out, she stopped.

‘Should I stop? I don’t think he’s interested in my tits Gwen.’

Gwen grinned and looked over at him. He flushed, wondering how stupid his expression must look. While most of his higher brain function was robbed from him, he did eventually notice that Gwen was touching herself over her thong, the grey material damp with her arousal.

‘Well?’ his girl asked, delighting in his discomfort. It was only then that he remembered his dick was still hanging out of his zipper and any attempts to play it cool had long since been rendered moot. ‘Why don’t you go help her? She seems to have gotten her top stuck on something.’

MJ laughed with delight and Pete audibly gulped. Making sure everything was set up okay one last time, he inched towards the stunning redhead until he was standing in front of her, her sparkling emerald greens eyeing him with mischief, her hands behind her back and her half-revealed boobs virtually shoved in his face.

‘Can you help me?’ she asked with an adorable pout, shaking her tits for emphasis, her hard nipples and her wobbly titflesh somehow still gripping onto the flimsy fabric and retaining her modesty.

Gulping audibly, he looked over to his girlfriend one final time. If he were expecting to see some sign that this was some elaborate prank or test, he was sorely mistaken.

She looked hornier than both MJ and him combined.

His hands shaking with equal parts trepidation and excitement, he hooked his fingers under the hem of her top and tugged it just enough for the stretchy fabric to clear the jump over her big, erect nipples.

He let out a startled breath as her tits dropped and jiggled on her chest.

'Ugh, you're such a sexy slut,' Gwen groaned and he looked over, startled out of his reverie to see her thong long gone, her delicate fingers running along her glistening lips.

'You're not so bad yourself,' MJ teased, her hands on her hips as she preened under their awed scrutiny. She then looked back at him, her eyes twinkling with wicked mirth. 'Be honest, how much have you missed this?'

It was clear to him that she was referring to more than just her naked breasts.

Gwen didn't disappoint with her answer, nor did she hesitate. 'Not as much as you'd think, you arrogant skank.'

'Oh? Big words, Gorilla, why are we here then?'

Grinning, Gwen stood and circled around MJ, the redhead's breath catching as she pulled her hair back over her shoulder and pressed her lips against her flushed ear.

'Because the idea of fucking you for my man's pleasure turns me on,' she admitted and MJ visibly shuddered as Gwen pressed her lips to her other ear. 'And fucking him in a way you haven't ever fucked someone, rubbing how amazing he is in your face…pleases me too.'

MJ wasn't the only one panting and short of breath. They locked eyes, their mutual attraction for the blonde bombshell clearly evident as she bit her moist, pink lip sexily.

'Then what are we waiting for?'

Gwen motioned towards the camera and Pete nearly tripped over the coffee table in his excitement to get there as quickly as possible and not miss a thing. The girls laughed at his obvious eagerness, and when he finally turned, the two were in each other's arms, Gwen bottomless and MJ topless.

The second he hit record, his girlfriend leaned in and captured the voluptuous redhead's lips in a searing kiss, her arms wrapped around the taller MJ's shoulders and pulling her close. MJ reciprocated, with a brief, amused glance in his direction - he could only imagine how stupid he must look, gaping at them with his dick poking out of his jeans - she wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist and started massaging her sexy, toned ass.

They both looked at him, then at each other. As if reading each other's thoughts, they pulled apart and removed the final bits of their clothing.

Gwen pulled off her top, revealing her gorgeous, shredded form and perky tits, the symbiote-created garment able to hold its shape away from her body indefinitely, or until she re-absorbed it. MJ bent at the waist as she pulled her panties down her long, pale legs, her teasing gaze almost as titillating as the sight of her heavy tits hanging low, their shape like teardrops.

'I think your man might prefer my boobs to your pecs, Ms. Gorilla,' MJ teased, grabbing her tits and shaking them in her friend's face.

Gwen sent her an unimpressed stare as she affixed the harness around her waist, slipping her end inside her with a moan as the rough-textured hooked end rubbed against the roof of her vagina.

He pointed to Gwen and shrugged unapologetically, 'As nice as your boobs are, she's way hotter, sorry.'

Gwen grinned at her smugly, dancing over towards him like a ballerina and capturing his lips in a heated, appreciative kiss. 'Good boy.'

'Ugh,' MJ scoffed, her expression looking as if she just stepped in dogshit. 'Love really is blind. You two are disgusting.'

Her arms still around his neck, the dildo smooshed between them, Gwen turned and with great maturity, stuck out her tongue.

She turned back to him as MJ sat on the coffee table facing the couch. 'You want me to fuck her? To shut her up real good?'

He didn't trust his voice so he just licked his dry lips and nodded eagerly. Grinning, she kissed him again before leaning in close and whispering into his ear, 'just say the word and this stops, okay? No questions.'

He pulled back and looked deep into her crystal blue eyes, hoping his intense gaze was adequate in conveying his love for her. With a grin, he spun her around and spanked her incredible ass with all his might.

'Ooh,' she purred, barely reacting to the spank and skipping towards the couch. 'I'm taking that as a yes. Ready, Slut?'

MJ had been watching them while laying on the coffee table, leaning back and supporting her weight on her elbows, the fires of lust burning in her emerald eyes. The position let her big tits sag off her chest under their own weight, and despite how much shit he gave her, he couldn't deny that the sight was sexy as hell.

He also couldn’t help wondering how Doctor Jane Foster would compare.

Fucking hell… I blame Gwen.

‘You ready for me, bitch?’ Gwen asked, stroking her faux phallus with an eager grin. MJ shuddered, biting her lip sexily.

‘Mhmm, yes Mommy.’

‘Fucking hell,’ Pete groaned and the girls looked to him, wide grins splitting their faces.

Gwen knelt between MJ’s spread legs, both women panting with need and excitement, the latter reaching for her phone and tapping the screen. Gwen groaned as the fake cock started to quietly hum.

Before thrusting in, Gwen looked at him one last time. ‘Take your clothes off Stud,’ she ordered, because that’s what it was, and he was powerless to do anything but comply.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

MJ watched him disrobe with a cheeky grin, her eyes widening briefly when he pulled his shirt off, clearly surprised by his definition. Apparently, seeing him in their videos wasn’t enough. ‘Told you he’s hot,’ Gwen teased as he pulled off his jeans and boxers, his face beet red as MJ’s eyes raked over his body.

Gwen used her distraction to slip her vibrating phallus into her friend with little fanfare. MJ moaned, her head tilting back as Gwen started to slowly thrust.

‘Fuck yeah,’ MJ groaned with a hint of exaltation and delight.

While the thought was obviously utter nonsense, Pete couldn’t remember a time he’d felt harder. He gently stroked his cock as he watched his girl fuck the stunning redhead, moving over to his camera and making a few adjustments to further improve the image quality.

If his girl was going to be a porn star, he’d make damn sure every inch of her body would be in glorious high definition.

He was almost panting by the time his girl addressed him again, his eyes flipping between Gwen’s domineering expression and flexing muscles, and MJ’s rocking tits and sexy moans.

A part of him couldn’t believe that this was his life now, and every time he felt the need to pinch himself to make sure it was real, Gwen would somehow empathically sense his insecurity, look up at him and smile.

Finally, when she looked up at him the next time, she grinned and motioned him over. ‘Don’t just stand there Stud, come here.’

His heart hammering in his chest, he gave the camera one final check before joining them, taking Gwen’s outstretched hand and letting her gently pull him around the coffee table and on the other side of the camera’s field-of-view.

Wouldn’t want to block the action, after all.

Before he could say anything, Gwen threaded her hands in his hair and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Almost instinctively, his hand ran down her back, his finger circling her ass. Gwen moaned, but she pulled back and motioned to MJ instead - she hadn’t stopped thrusting, and if he allowed himself to stare at them long enough, Pete was sure her jiggling tits would have a kind of hypnotic effect.

‘Go on, I know you want to play with her udders.’

‘Jealousy is a curse,’ MJ snapped back between needy moans, her face flush and her smile wide - the two clearly used to trading barbs.

When his eyes drifted to her jiggling and swaying tits, MJ almost jutted her chest out even more, as if presenting them to him on a platter. It’d have been a lot more sexy if she managed to do it without looking so supremely smug.

Who are you kidding Parker, you find her smugness hot too.

‘Have at ‘em Tiger,’ MJ urged, biting her lip and whining with pleasure. ‘I know you want to.’

With one last look at Gwen, getting an eye-roll and an encouraging nod, he reached over and palmed one of her heaving tits, his hand shaking as much as it had when he had his first time - relatively, not that long ago.

Gwen had been his first, and his only. Feeling MJ’s soft, malleable tit in his hand was so different, so wrong that he couldn’t help being insanely turned on by the taboo nature of it all. He squeezed her harder, liking how the pliable titflesh seeped out from between his fingers, her pale skin reddening at the harsh treatment.

‘Kiss her,’ Gwen urged, and he looked up to see her watching them hungrily, her hips thrusting urgently.

Instead, he leaned in and kissed his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her thrusting hips while the other continued playing with MJ’s tits. He held her powerful body close, earning a whine from the redhead when it forced Gwen to momentarily stop thrusting. Chuckling, he released his girlfriend and leaned down to capture one of her pierced nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard nub.

Gwen’s moans were adorable. He didn’t know if his little gesture of playing with her far more modest breasts when he had MJ’s right in front of him was appreciated, but he knew if the roles were reversed, he’d have appreciated the same.

When he pulled back, Gwen was staring into his eyes, the crystal-blue orbs full of emotion. ‘I love you,’ she almost whined as she renewed her thrusting.

He leaned in again to kiss and nibble on her ear, ‘I love you more.’

‘Ugh, this is disgusting,’ MJ scoffed, her arm cradling her big tits to stop them from flopping all over the place. ‘Way to ruin the mood.’

He only had eyes for his girl, but when she grinned, the emotions shifting from wholesome to naughty, he knew what she wanted him to do.

Turning to the pouting MJ, he surprised her by threading his hand in her crimson locks and powerfully pulling her lips to his own, channelling a little bit of his domineering girlfriend as he did so. He felt an excited thrill when she not only reciprocated, but moaned into his mouth, their tongues caressing each other in a heated dance.

‘Stud, pro-tip,’ Gwen butted in, her tone filled with mirth. ‘She loves it a little rough.’

Not even bothering to verify and trusting his girl implicitly, Pete grabbed one of her tits and pinched MJ’s puffy, pink nipple. Hard.

Her delighted squeal was music to his ears, especially when she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in deeper, Gwen’s thrusts and his not-so-tender ministrations driving her closer to the edge.

‘I told you he was a great kisser,’ Gwen teased as their passionate embrace stretched on for far longer than he’d expected, the redhead unwilling to let him go.

Let him go, she eventually did though, and Pete wasn’t too proud to admit that the dazed and flushed look on her gorgeous features was a massive ego boost.

‘Looking a little flush there Slut, you good?’ Gwen teased, keeping up with her thrusts with the buzzing phallus. Both of them were enjoying the fucking immensely, with Gwen having her g-spot rubbed by the sex-toy every time she bottomed out.

He kissed Gwen again, playing with her perky tits and hugging her strong frame close before he did anything else with her friend.

When he pulled back, he gave Gwen one more peck on her cute nose before turning back to MJ. Gwen had really picked up the thrusts and he couldn’t take his eyes off her bouncing tits. Unprompted, he leaned down and captured one of the big, pink nipples between his teeth and pinched the other. When he bit down, applying ever increasing pressure - mindful she wouldn’t be able to take the kind of punishment he subjected Gwen to - she squealed.

‘Oh fuck yes!’ MJ groaned, holding his face firmly against her needy nipple. She squealed again when he applied an equal amount of pressure on her other nipple with a pinch, the double pronged attack combined with Gwen’s continued thrusting driving the stunning redhead wild.

I’ve a feeling we’re going to be watching this one back for a long time…

He made sure to be a good boyfriend and pay more attention to Gwen than MJ over the next several minutes, kisses, a lot of eye contact and groping of her incredible ass - all the while giving the redhead's tits the care they deserved.

In his wildest dreams he'd never even considered a threesome - a real one - to be in his future, let alone one with these two, so he made sure to keep them both happy and enjoying themselves.

He was clearly doing something right, because the way both girls were staring at him made him feel like a gazelle on the plains…

Not an entirely unwelcome feeling, if he were being honest.

'Let's make her cum, Stud,' Gwen announced, her tone breathy and needy.

MJ moaned in approval and Pete agreed with a nod, though again, he interpreted the demand in his own way. While he started kissing down MJ's neck and ever lower, he snuck a hand behind Gwen's continuously thrusting hips and started teasing a finger around her tight rosebud.

When he made it to MJ's clit, his tongue tracing deft circles around the sensitive nub and, occasionally, giving it a gentle flick, he also sank his middle finger into Gwen's ass.

Both women let out breathy, excited moans, with MJ's really ratcheting up in volume when Gwen paired her thrusting and his clittoral assault with a hand wrapped gently, yet firmly around the redhead's throat.

He didn't know if MJ was just putting it in for the camera, but that drove her wild. He had to force her hips down - not wanting her unrestrained bucking and convulsing to result in his broken nose - an action that only drove her even more crazy with lust.

What the heck? She really does get off on the rough stuff…

When Pete added a second finger in Gwen's ass and started to kiss and suckle on MJ's clit in earnest, both women quickly came undone.

With a victorious roar, Gwen hilted her strap-on in her friend and started to groan and shake with her orgasm. MJ followed her soon after, her hands threading in his hair and forcing him harder into her clit, not wanting to feel left out. Hoping he wasn't about to ruin her building orgasm, he gently nibbled on her engorged clit.

'Oh FUCK, yes, yes!'

Pete backed off at the sound of her jubilant cries, rubbing her clit as she bucked and moaned so much Gwen silenced her with a hand over her mouth, and a harsh spank against her jiggling tits.

That only ripped another squeal from the redhead, and a breathless laugh when she calmed down.

'Don't take your anger at your itty-biddies out on mine,' she joked, her body still convulsing with aftershocks as Gwen slowly thrust in and out of her, the dildo utterly drenched with MJ’s juices.

Gwen snorted and rolled her eyes. 'All I hear is moo.'

Pete stood and left the two to their bickering. Pleased with how the image still looked on the camera, he ended the recording and looked up to see the girls looking at him.

‘All good, I just ended the recording.’

Gwen turned to MJ with a grin. ‘Make sure you have your editor blur out Pete’s face, yeah?’

MJ moaned as Gwen pulled out, slapping her friend’s pale thigh before making her way over to him. It took her a few moments to catch on to what Gwen had said, and her reaction was, predictably, pretty funny.

‘Huh?’ she exclaimed, her face a mask of confusion. ‘Blur his face? Why?’

‘If I know my girlfriend well, and I like to think I do,’ Pete began, bumping Gwen’s hip with his own and earning a loving smile. ‘I think she intends for you to upload that video to your OnlyFans - I’d really rather appreciate it if people didn’t know I was in a porno…’

MJ jolted in shock, as if struck, her eyes wide with disbelief. His attention was on Gwen, however, who’d turned to him with a raised brow. ‘You don’t mind? I was honestly expecting to have to beg and plead a little, maybe even cash in a few favours.’

‘Hah!’ Pete couldn’t help but laugh. ‘You? Cash in favours from me? You owe me like, at least fifty!’

She puffed up adorably. ‘Excuse you, how many times have I worn stockings for you? You definitely owe me.’

‘That’s not even remotely comparable!’ he shot back, laughing as she evaded his wiggling fingers when he tried to tickle her. ‘I gave you a pretend threesome with the God of Thunder, you should be wearing nothing but stockings for the rest of your life!’

‘Excuuuuse me for not being a world-class techno-genius!’

‘Wait, shut up, are you fucking serious Gwen?!’ MJ butted in, still obviously in a state of shock. Before Gwen turned to her with a smug grin, her look made it clear that he was definitely indebted to her and not the other way around.

‘You’re shocked I’m a bit of an exhibitionist?’ she asked with a raised brow. ‘Your content’s been getting a bit stale lately anyway, I figured we’d help spice it up. Didn’t think you’d be so okay with it though,’ she said, turning back to him. ‘I think I’m corrupting you.’

‘That’s entirely possible, and you’re also going to do something special for me for my birthday.’

‘Oh is that right?’ she asked, her smile wide, but their little back and forth was interrupted by an excited squeal as MJ jumped up and ran towards her friend.

Pete tried to look anywhere but at her bouncing tits, he truly did. He was, however, only a weak man with a weak will, apparently.

MJ hugged Gwen and the two giggled with excitement. ‘O-M-G this is going to be so popular, Pete, give me the memory card I’ll send the video to my editor right now!’

‘Slow down porn star,’ Gwen interrupted her with a raised hand. ‘We’re not done yet.’

‘We’re not?’ Pete and MJ asked in unison, the two looking at each other in surprise before turning back to his grinning girlfriend - though he did sneak another peek at her gloriously naked form, it was honestly rather wild that he’d gotten so comfortable with being naked around MJ so quickly.

I live a charmed life…

Gwen’s grin reminded them of a particularly famous cat. ‘Did you seriously think my boyfriend’s first threesome would end without him even getting to cum? I’d be like, the worst girlfriend ever.’

Despite how outwardly cool he was with the proceedings so far, when MJ turned to him with a raised brow, blatantly scrutinising him and, embarrassingly, his cock, his face flushed beet red.

‘Come on Stud,’ Gwen cajoled, motioning to the recently vacated coffee table. ‘It’s your turn.’

His face still beet red, he powered down the camera and did as his girl bade, refusing to meet MJ’s amused gaze as he laid out in a similar position to the one she’d previously taken.

‘Knees up,’ Gwen ordered with a wide, excited grin.

He felt even more heat flood his face as he raised his knees up and presented himself to Gwen, the fact that he could make out MJ staring out of the corner of his eye only making the situation that much more embarrassing for him.

‘Oh wow,’ MJ suddenly exclaimed amidst the silence. ‘You’ve got a real nice ass Tiger.’

‘Right?!’ Gwen agreed enthusiastically, running a hand over the ass in question. ‘He’s still in denial - he thinks I’m taking pity on him when I tell him he’s totally a catch.’

He finally looked over to MJ when she approached them and started running her own hand over his ass, the two women admiring him in this submissive pose as if he were a particularly interesting piece of art. ‘She’s not lying, you’re kinda hot Tiger - your cock’s still super meh though, if you somehow think I’m just saying that to make you feel better.’

‘Couldn’t have that,’ he joked, his voice sounding weak and strained to his ears, his usual zesty and snappy tone when clapping back robbed from him as he presented himself in such a vulnerable pose.

‘Don’t worry baby, we’ll have her eating her words by the end of the night, don’t you worry,’ Gwen soothed his ego, but doing it in the most babying, condescending tone he could imagine. His unimpressed stare had the two women collapsing in a fit of giggles. ‘You’re so adorable.’

‘I’m kinda getting mixed messages here.’

MJ squirted a large dollop of lube onto her hand and grinned at him. He sucked in a shocked and excited breath when she reached between him and Gwen and slipped a lube finger in his ass - he groaned when she quickly added a second.

‘He really is an anal slut,’ MJ muttered under her breath with glee, her eyes glued to his ass and wide with excitement. She looked at her friend and shot her a cheeky wink. ‘Wonder where he got that from?’

Gwen huffed out a laugh as she ran the tip of her lubed dildo along his perineum. ‘That’s all him, my sexy little anal slut.’

He grunted, his cheeks flaming when MJ slipped a third finger in him, her smile growing wider the longer she slid her fingers in and out of him. He felt his entire body shuddering, her warm fingers sending delicious tingles pulsing out across his body from the point of penetration.

MJ and Gwen chuckled as he actually whined when she pulled her fingers out. She turned to her blonde friend and kissed her, and when she pulled back, her eyes were shining with need. ‘Fuck him Gwen, I want to see it so bad.’

Gwen’s bit her lip and smiled sexily at him, her eyes heavily lidded as she pressed the dildo against his still relaxed ass. MJ found her phone and adjusted the dildo to start vibrating again, both of them groaning at the sensations as she then held her phone out and started recording.

‘Do it Gwen, fuck him.’

Done with teasing him, Gwen sank her lubed-up strap gently into him, earning herself a grunt of pleasure and a groan from her boyfriend. As was expected, once the initial stinging sensation died down, Pete just luxuriated in his girl’s closeness and the feeling of the vibe pulsing inside of him.

‘Jesus Christ that’s so fucking hot,’ MJ groaned. Pete opened his eyes and saw MJ sitting on the couch next to Gwen, still recording them while rubbing circles over her gushing pussy.

At this point, he was too distracted to feel embarrassed, his focus entirely on the pleasant sensations as Gwen gently thrust in and out of him, her hand caressing the side of his face as she fucked him.

‘Don’t just sit there and get yourself off you selfish bitch,’ Gwen huffed in annoyance. ‘This is a threesome, suck his dick.’

‘Yes mommy,’ MJ replied, shocking him with both her tone and the speed with which she acquiesced. ‘Ooh, you like that?’ she teased. ‘You want me to suck your cock, Tiger?’

Pete watched with wide eyes as MJ slipped to the floor beside her thrusting friend, her hands running over his abs before grasping his achingly hard dick. When her cool hand clasped his shaft, he groaned, his entire body shuddering as she leaned in close and blew on him.

‘Oh fuck,’ he whined, the feeling of MJ’s breath on his cock almost as nice as the feeling of Gwen fucking him.

‘Here, give me the phone,’ Gwen ordered, snatching it out of MJ’s hand so that she had both of hers free to deal with him. Giggling, MJ pinched his nipple at the same time as she engulfed the entirety of his cock in one, easy - painfully easy - swallow, her other hand slipping between his legs to also caress his aching balls.

‘Oh fuuuuuck,’ he groaned, his head lolling back as the girls worked him over at both ends.

‘How does that feel, Stud?’ Gwen asked, her voice thick with excitement and lust. ‘You like MJ blowing you while I fuck you?’

Knowing what she wanted, and somehow having enough functioning brain-cells left over to acquiesce, he looked into the camera on the phone and nodded, his face no doubt showing his pleasure more than his words ever could.

Looking back down at MJ, her pink lips spread wide and sliding up and down his hard shaft, he couldn’t help wondering what those lips would look sliding up and down one of the huge cocks she was so fond of. He screwed his eyes shut and groaned at the thought, earning a delighted, muffled chuckle from the fellatrix.

‘How does it feel, Tiger?’ MJ purred, gasping as she pulled off his cock and  transitioned to stroking it while kissing his bouncing balls, Gwen’s hips crashing into his ass with every thrust. ‘How does it feel, having your girl fuck you in the ass?’

‘So good,’ he grunted, his face flushing with embarrassment but seeing no need to lie, especially with MJ working over his cock and now kissing its head.

Surprisingly, Gwen was the one who came first, her entire body shuddering as she thrust the vibrating phallus as deep as it would go, grinding her hips in a circular motion in an attempt to increase his pleasure. Her thoughtful, and sexy undulating moves had him quickly following her, his muscles tensed and his balls pulsing as the grinning MJ coaxed his seed into her willing mouth.

Gwen snatched MJ’s wrist and immediately yanked her up onto the couch with her, capturing her friend’s lips in what started as a searing kiss, but quickly turned into them passing his discharge between them in the sexiest game of Hot Potato he’d ever seen.

He watched, gobsmacked and recovering quickly from his orgasm, the two vixens grinning at him as they showed him the fruits of their labour.

‘Jesus Christ…’

They giggled and both swallowed before showing him their empty mouths.

‘Jesus Christ.’

The girls laughed, Gwen’s eyes trailing down to his recovered dick hungrily while MJ sank into the couch, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

‘As fun as that was…’ MJ began, and Pete could just tell by the look on her face that there was a massive but coming.

‘Oh here we go,’ Gwen snapped back with a roll of her eyes.

‘No, no, well, you’re the one that’s always talking about Pete here like he’s the second coming, and, I meeeean, he was okay,’ she said, pulling her leg up against her chest and looking over at him with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘But it’s not like I was having a religious moment or anything. I just think you’re a little biassed.’

The look on Gwen’s face honestly made Pete chuckle. She looked like MJ had said the most heinously offensive thing imaginable. She might have legitimately been less shocked if MJ had just slapped her across the face with a fish.

Hearing his laugh, she turned to him, eyes pleading. ‘You’re just going to let her talk about you like that?’

He shrugged, reaching over with his big toe and tracing it along the line of her powerful hamstring. He still sat on the coffee table, the naked and beautiful Gwen and MJ either side and opposite him on the couch - he felt like the kinkiest mediator of all time. ‘What do you want me to say?’ He looked up when she batted his foot away, crossing her arms over her perky tits and looking genuinely annoyed - or at least she tried to affect it, she only managed to look adorable to him though. He grinned and flexed his nascent muscles, ‘You think because you helped grow these I’ll start beating my chest like a Gorilla whenever my honour is challenged?’ He grinned cheekily at her and winked. ‘You’ll have to try a little harder to turn me into one of your meatheads, babe.’

MJ cackled and Gwen pouted, the corners of her lips twitching. ‘She thinks you’re a schmuck!’

He shrugged, grinning lazily. ‘I don’t care what she thinks, I care what you think.’

‘Ouch. I’m right here.’

His smile widened, the head of steam Gwen had built up seeping out of her in an instant at his words, an adorable, dopey, lovesick smile replacing it. She stood and walked around the coffee table until she was behind him, running her hands over his chest and kissing the side of his neck.

‘Ugh, you two are disgusting.’

Pete looked up at her and shot her a wink, she’d said that a few times now.

Protesting too much, methinks.

‘I thought nothing in the world could be greener than those beautiful eyes of yours.’

MJ’s eyebrows rose and her smile widened, surprised by the unexpected compliment. When she saw his smile grow at her reaction and heard Gwen’s snort, said beautiful green eyes narrowed.

‘I feel like I was just insulted.’

‘Naw, no way,’ Pete denied, doing a heroic job at keeping a straight face. Gwen, on the other hand, was utterly useless. She’d buried her face in his neck and was giggle-snorting adorably.

MJ’s eyes went vacant as she went over the past few minutes of conversation in her mind before they abruptly snapped back into focus. She narrowed her eyes at him and pointed a finger at him accusingly. ‘I’m not jealous.’

‘Of course not.’

‘I’m not!’

‘Obviously,’ Pete agreed. ‘That would be ridiculous, and a little pathetic. If you were. Which you’re not. So that’s okay.’

‘Right,’ she agreed slowly, her eyes narrowing when his useless girlfriend couldn’t stop giggling. Gwen was far more used to his humour, he figured MJ would grow to hate it too, in time.

Done with her giggle-fit, Gwen rose up on her knees behind him, her lips to his ear. ‘You know that thing you did to me last week? In bed?’

His cheeks flushed, sensual memories flooding his mind. Of course he did, there was no way he’d ever forget that.

‘Yeah?’

‘I want you to do that to MJ,’ she purred, then capped off her request by sucking his earlobe into her mouth. He shuddered at the attention, his face flushing deeper at the request. Looking up, he spied MJ watching them with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk.

As if sensing his hesitation, she started playing with his nipples and kissing his neck more urgently. ‘Your birthday is coming up,’ she continued in a purr and his eyes widened with surprise - Has it been a year already?! -  ‘Do this for me, shut that whore up for good and anything you want, I’ll do. Anything.’

His cheeks flushed and he felt his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. ‘When you say anything…’

‘I’ll wear the stupid bunny-girl outfit.’

His breath hitched and his cock throbbed with desire. Not even MJ’s bark of laughter could distract him from the images flooding his mind. Just imagining her legs, her ass -

‘Earth to Pete!’ Gwen exclaimed, snapping her fingers in his face and pulling him back from the brink. When he shook his head and looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes sparkling with glee, her smile widened. ‘Do we have a deal?’

When he turned back to MJ, his eyes narrowed, he almost growled when she sexily bit her lip and looked him up and down. ‘I think I like that look in your eye Tiger.’

MJ squealed with laughter when he picked her up and threw her soft body over his shoulder. She continued to laugh as she pounded his back, ‘Put me down you beast.’

‘No wonder you gave up on acting and became a porn star,’ Gwen sniped dryly.

‘How dare you!’

He paused in surprise when they got to her room. He’d never been inside before and he was surprised with how unremarkable it looked, the surprising amount of white everything the only thing of note.

Throwing her on the bed, he looked around with a raised brow. White rug, white curtains, white linens, white furniture… ‘You against colours or something?’

‘What do you know about style?’

‘Point,’ he turned to Gwen, who was rummaging through MJ’s closet. Before he could even ask, she came out snapping four white - of course - leather straps like they were belts, the ominous cracking causing MJ’s eyes to widen with genuine trepidation.

‘I’ll get her ankles,’ Gwen said, sending a cheeky grin to her friend. They quickly tied her down, one limb to each bedpost with plenty of pillows to keep her propped up and comfortable. MJ had started to audibly pant halfway through, both in excitement and pure, naked arousal. ‘You start, I’ll go get the camera.’

He took a moment to admire her gorgeous, naked body - he found her much more tolerable now that she was tied up and at his mercy, weird that. It’d have been even hotter if Gwen had used her webs, but for some reason she’d yet to reveal to her friends her secret identity - everyone else apparently knew, at this point.

He figured, after so long keeping it secret from them, it was just a force of habit.

‘You comfortable?’ he asked, his voice soft yet firm.

Her breathing still ragged, she nodded, cheeks flushed. She sent him a shaky smile, full of false bravado - which he found strange, the woman had enough experience to put any five others combined to shame. ‘Are you going to take me? You brute?’

Her tone was teasing, well, it was meant to be, but the slight quaver belied her excitement.

‘Something like that,’ he admitted with a grin, getting down between her spread legs and making himself comfortable.

He would be here for a while, after all. This wouldn’t be what she was used to, he wouldn’t be quick. The thing Gwen had asked him to do to MJ, the one he’d tried on his girlfriend for the first time last week - with spectacular results - wasn’t some crazy, mythical technique. It was something Jane had suggested he try and, as usual, the brilliant woman had been spot on.

It was fundamentally simple. Apply gentle, increasing pressure to your partner’s erogenous zones, then ease off. That was mostly it, just steadily ramping up her pleasure and keeping her there in a gentle, exquisite sea of euphoria. It wasn’t quite edging, there was no orgasm build-up and denial, not really. Gwen had described it as a different kind of sensation to an orgasm, a whole-body pulsing sensation emanating from her nethers and bathing her in warmth and pleasure - then he kept her in that state. For hours.

MJ started out smirking at him, watching as he situated himself between her legs while Gwen silently set up the camera. He licked around her, running his tongue along her mons, kissing, touching, blowing, nibbling. He wasn’t forceful, or rushed, he was gentle, patient and exact. When he pressed his tongue against her clit, she gasped, when he steadily started to ramp up the pressure, she whined.

When he looked up, MJ was no longer smirking. Her face and chest were flush, her eyes glazed over and her head lolled against her arm.

Then he repeated the cycle. Over and over. ‘What are you doing to me?’ she slurred, but they both ignored her, with Pete gently ramping up her pleasure.

The goal wasn't the climax, the goal was to get her in the zone, and keep her there, and she was just about to enter it.

MJ didn’t scream, she didn’t gasp and she didn’t cry. She sank deeper into her bed, her body turning into a puddle of blissful goo. She moaned, as if he were giving her a massage, but the sounds were constant and ever-present.

He kept it up for an hour before Gwen joined them on the bed, crawling onto him and snuggling against his back. They both looked up into MJ’s face, her moans were as strong as ever, and she was undulating her hips against his mouth, but her eyes were blank and unseeing.

‘I think it’s time to wrap this up,’ Gwen whispered in his ear, just loud enough to be overheard.

MJ reacted like she’d been slapped. ‘Nooo,’ she whined, her eyes clearing and looking desperate. ‘Don’t stop, please! I feel so good!’

He could feel the smug energy radiating off his girl.

‘Bring it home, Stud,’ Gwen purred, taking out her phone and recording along with the camera, but from a much closer angle. ‘Make sure this uppity slut knows you owned her pussy.’

MJ’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she looked down at them. His lips were sealed against her privates, only his eyes really visible to her, but he was sure she could make out the mischievous twinkle in them clearly enough.

Everything up to this point had been about slow pleasure, getting her to ride the waves of euphoria he was causing to shoot across her body.

Now it was time to drown her in those waves.

Hooking his fingers, he slipped them inside her, gently rubbing the roof of her vagina while his tongue made contact with as much of her vulva as possible.

‘Fuck!’

‘I wish I could help you,’ Gwen groaned as she watched MJ spasm with the sudden added sensations. ‘But I don’t want this bitch giving me any of the credit you deserve. Drive her wild, Stud. Make her scream.’

He wanted to cheekily reply with a Yes Ma’am, but his mouth was rather occupied. Instead, he took comfort in her warm body pressed against his, his hand pistoning in and out of MJ’s literally sopping pussy while his lips sucked on her clit.

‘Oooh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, ooooooooooooOOH!’

MJ was basically chanting at this point, her entire body tensed as he built upon an hour of foreplay to bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm.

One his girl was desperate for her to have, if only for the bragging rights.

He could respect that.

There was so much juices leaking out of MJ’s pussy that they were basically sitting in a puddle at that point, and still he persisted.

‘Oh FUCK!’ MJ wailed, her entire body tensing as she crested the ridge. ‘I’m cumming!’

When Pete next sucked on her clit, hard, MJ squealed, her back arching so hard it looked painful. He pulled his hand out and started rubbing her squelching pussy, and with a long, deep groan, MJ came and squirted all over them, her body bucking against the restraints and convulsing as she rode out her well-worked high.

Even as she calmed down, her body would jolt and she’d let out mini-squirts that only added to the pool she’d already soiled her bed with.

Finally, MJ collapsed in a boneless heap, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes open wide but not truly seeing.

‘I’m…really tired,’ Pete admitted, standing up from the bed and stretching out his stiff muscles. ‘I want to have a shower and go to bed…’

Gwen got up, switching off the camera in the process before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, licking his lips with a cheeky grin to get a better taste of her friend. ‘Go, I’ll untie her and deal with this then I’ll join you,’ she bit her lip and eyed him up and down, kissing him again. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

He chuffed with amusement, spanking her on the meaty ass. ‘I’d really appreciate it if you never said that again, you sound like Aunt May.’

Seeing her wide, sexy grin, he shot her a warning look, trying to look as stern as possible and failing. ‘Don’t lewd Aunt May.’

She pouted but acquiesced with a giggle, sending him on his way with a spank on the bum.

As much as he’d said he didn’t care what MJ thought of him, he had to admit seeing her cum like that, and the subsequent look on her face had felt pretty damn good.

With a smile, he realised Gwen would likely clip up the finale of that evening and send it to all of her friends.

He didn’t really mind, if he were being honest. At least they’d know he made MJ squirt.

-

After Pete had left them alone, Gwen turned to MJ, grinning at the look of shock and almost reverence in her eyes.

She couldn’t feel more proud even if she tried. Pete had not only been such a good sport, going along with the pegging and the dom-sub play, but he’d also shown off how far he’d come.

‘Do you finally get it?’

MJ started at hearing her voice, her eyes still wide and her body twitching, still assaulted with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

When she eventually nodded, no smartass clapbacks on her lips, Gwen’s grin shifted to one of genuine happiness and understanding.

‘Good,’ she said gently as she started to remove the straps from her wrists and ankles. ‘But Pete’s mine, go find your own.’

‘...maybe we could…?’

MJ squealed when Gwen slapped her heavy tits again.