Caught in her Web - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Chapter 19

Tags: Exhibitionism, Teasing, Swimsuits, CFNM, Jacuzzi, Oral, Snowballing, Bodyshots, M/F, M/F/F

'How're you feeling?'

Gwen shakily smiled at her amazing boyfriend before drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. It was her birthday and Pete had organised a combination party and belated housewarming with her closest friends.

He'd gone all out, calling his buddies that ran the restaurants in their building and organising an incredible spread of Italian, French and Japanese finger-food - she was particularly eyeing the gougéres, caprese skewers and sushi rolls hungrily - and, though he didn't drink himself, he'd fully stocked their bar with everything he'd need to make any cocktail their guests requested.

With Madam Web's expert help, of course.

She'd even convinced him - despite his belly aching and vehement, blushing protests - to wear an outfit from her fantasies, in recompense for what she wore at his.

Honestly, I don't know why he's bitching. It's like he has selective blindness whenever he looks in a mirror.

The outfit Gwen had ordered for Pete made him look like a dancer straight out of Magic Mike - cuffs, collar with bowtie and gloriously bared, chiselled chest.

The little baby had drawn the line at the tiny briefs that went with the revealing outfit, but Gwen had finally gotten him to fold when May had called to let them know she couldn't make it - Pete had said there was a family emergency with her sister.

The end result was Pete looking sexy as hell standing before them with flushed cheeks looking like their own, personal stripper. Honestly, she couldn't immediately tell who was blushing more, Pete or Cindy.

‘I’m…a little nervous, to be honest.’

‘Well, Aunt May knows now, right?’ Pete asked comfortingly with his hands on her shoulders before pulling her into a tight hug. ‘This can’t be harder than that was.’

Gwen sighed, returning his hug and resting her head on his shoulder. ‘Yeah, you’re right. It’s just…I’ve been keeping the lie up for so long it just feels…weird to come out and tell them. Like I’ve been holding my breath for years and I’m finally exhaling.’

Gwen wanted to say she was comforted by her boyfriend’s embrace, but in truth, it was Cindy who provided the much-needed levity. She almost cackled when she looked over Pete’s shoulder and saw their pet standing there eyeing her enviously, her almond-shaped eyes glued to her boyfriend’s tight ass in his skin-tight briefs.

Shit-eating grin firmly in place, Gwen’s wandering hand slid down Pete’s spine before settling on his muscled ass. Cindy’s eyes widened when Gwen took a firm hold of the cheek and squeezed, eliciting a chuckling-yelp from her boyfriend.

‘Are you teasing Cindy again?’ Pete asked in amusement, exasperation thick in his tone. He sounded like a parent who’d once again caught their troublesome child with their hand in the cookie jar.

‘You should see the look on our pet’s face,’ Gwen teased, her hand still squeezing Pete’s ass. ‘She looks like she wants to hump your leg.’

Gwen cackled when Cindy’s face exploded in a deep, embarrassed blush as she spun away when Pete turned them without letting her go so he could spy his crushing bodyguard.

‘I’m…sorry master,’ their pet admitted, noticing his scrutiny. Gwen could almost imagine the steam coming out of her ears. ‘You look…very good. Mistress was right to pick that outfit for you.’

Pete groaned almost painfully and Gwen laughed before pecking him on the lips. ‘I can feel him, Pet, just keep calling him master in front of everybody tonight and I guarantee you’ll be drinking body shots off his abs within the hour.’

Seeing how obviously excited she was by the prospect, how her eyes gleamed, Pete cheated and immediately put a stop to her fun.

‘Do that and I might conveniently forget where I put your new morphing suit.’

Cindy froze, her eyes wide. ‘It’s finished?’

Her smug little shit of a boyfriend grinned like a proper jock - it almost brought a tear to her eye. ‘Just about,’ he teased. ‘I had to decide between restocking it with canisters of nanites similar to how your webs work, or giving it an over the top power supply so that it could passively regenerate nanites on its own through brute force.’

Cindy frowned. ‘Both ways sound useful…’

Pete nodded. ‘I went with the power supply to regenerate passively - that’ll be plenty for regular use. If you get in a fight and you need to reinforce or repair your suit though, you can always carry emergency nanite cartridges and insert them in your, erm, collar.’

Cindy was grinning wide, the gorgeous woman looking like she was torn between bouncing off the walls in her excitement or getting down on her knees and sucking Pete off right there.

With a cheeky grin, Gwen thought a compromise was appropriate. While apparently not as flexible as her own symbiote suit - what was up with that anyway? Is Pete just trying to keep mine unique? I should ask him later - what woman wouldn’t want an infinitely flexible wardrobe?

Gwen pulled away from Pete and turned him to face Cindy fully. ‘Is that how you thank your master, Pet?’ Gwen teased. ‘Give him a kiss.’

‘Wha - mmf!’ Pete barely had time to protest before Cindy materialised next to him, her arms flung around his neck and her lips eagerly pressed against his. He’d made the rookie mistake of trying to say something in protest, but that just gave Cindy the go-ahead to slip her tongue in his mouth, groaning with pent-up lust as she did so.

‘Aren’t I the best mistress, Pet?’

‘Mhmm!’ Cindy moaned enthusiastically, deepening the kiss with relish. Pete’s blush had finally eclipsed Cindy’s after he stopped resisting and melted into the kiss, one of his hands cupping Cindy’s toned ass while the other slipped around Gwen’s waist and pulled her against his side.

Gwen laughed when they were interrupted by the chime from one of their private elevators - the guards downstairs had been instructed to let their guests on up. Cindy, who’d finally gotten a piece of her crush, whined piteously but reluctantly disengaged. When their pet pulled away, Gwen purred at the sight of Pete’s noticeably more impressive bulge.

‘Well?’ Gwen asked, a sickly-sweet grin on her features. ‘Are you going to greet our guests, manslave?’

Pete gaped, his blush returning with a vengeance as he looked down at his very obvious erection with an adorable whimper.

‘You better get used to it,’ Gwen tittered. ‘We’ll all be getting in the jacuzzi soon. Can you imagine? Jane, in a bikini?!’

Pete’s long, torturous groan was like music to her ears. Cackling, she smacked his tight ass and herded her bitching boyfriend towards their private elevator lobby before jumping up and camouflaging against the ceiling.

If this is gonna be a coming out party too, no reason for it not to be funny.

Pete and Cindy waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. With a pleasant chime, the doors opened and Jane stood there, looking as beautiful as ever. Pete had told everyone that he'd be firing up the jacuzzi, and to bring a change of clothes, so Gwen wasn't surprised to see the gorgeous scientist looking more like she was headed to the beach than to a party.

Carrying an overnight bag over her shoulder, Jane wore a simple, beach cover-up shirt that went down to her knees, completely hiding the succulent frame beneath the billowing fabric. It was a completely inappropriate outfit given how late it was and how cold it was outside, but Jane didn't even have to breath fresh air when travelling from her office to their home.

'Wow,' Jane said after a short pause, breaking her stunned silence. 'I didn't know it was gonna be that kind of party.'

Gwen almost laughed at Pete's adorable blush. 'I know I look ridiculous, Gwen -'

Gwen almost thwapped him on the back of the head with a web ball and, hilariously, even Cindy looked ready to call him out on his bullshit.

Thankfully, Jane beat them to it.

'You think you look ridiculous?' Jane asked incredulously, eyeing his shredded torso and clearly erect cock with intense scrutiny. 'Well, I suppose it's nice that we can add deluded to counterbalance your long list of positive accolades,' she replied in deadpan, her eyes almost rolling out of her skull. 'Peter, honestly…'

I could kiss her!

Before Pete could spontaneously combust, the elevator connected to the lobby lit up, letting them know someone else was on the way up.

I'll have to let the girls know where the garage elevator is. They can even park the van there

It took a little longer for the lobby elevator to reach them in the penthouse. It wasn't private like the others and on a busy Friday night she was sure they had to share the lift with others.

When the elevator doors opened, it revealed her awestruck girlfriends. Unlike Jane, they were more appropriately dressed for the weather, but they had their overnight bags with them too.

Their eyes were wide and taking in their surroundings, but snapped to Pete when her blushing boyfriend revealed himself, a tray of drinks in hand.

All three girls were dressed rather comfortably in sweatshirts and jeans, clearly expecting to be disrobing soon for the jacuzzi.

MJ ignored the drinks and just eyed him up and down with a cheeky grin. Her gaze landed on his insufficiently shielded bulge before flicking back up to meet his own.

'Is that for me, Tiger?'

Pete studiously ignored her slutty best friend and turned to the others. If he thought Gloria and Betty would provide him some kind of reprieve, he was sorely mistaken.

'Parker?' Gloria asked incredulously, looking cool with her low hanging shades and high-cropped Mary Janes hoodie, her dark, heavy, bikini clad breasts peeking out from under the hem. She twirled the lollipop stick in her mouth as she eyed him up and down appreciatively. 'Did you lose a bet?'

'Don't you remember?' Betty asked with a wide smile and a blush on her pale cheeks. The girl always looked adorable with her black hair styled in an asymmetric bob and her big glasses, her fashion sense earning her the nickname Hot Topic from her friends. 'Gwen dressed in that bunny girl outfit for his birthday. Looks like she's cashing in.'

Still staring at him admiringly, she looked at his obvious erection and grinned condescendingly at her blushing boyfriend.

You'll be begging to suck that cock later, bitch.

Her girlfriends introduced themselves to Jane and Cindy, all of them instantly recognising the sexy oriental beauty from her appearances shadowing Pete on the news.

Her pet had quite the social media following now, and an army of simps desperate for her to step on them. A ludicrous notion to be sure if they knew her like she did, but Cindy very much projected an aura of cold aloofness to the public.

'Speaking of, where is the slut?' MJ asked as Pete led them out into the huge, Great Room on the Southern edge of the penthouse, earning gasps from all. 'Holy shit Tiger, what the actual fuck.'

Pete smiled politely at their shock and gave her stunned girlfriends a quick tour, going clockwise around the penthouse and ending at the kitchen. The new arrivals eyed the spread set up on their dining table hungrily while Pete motioned to the fully stocked bar.

'I'm no bartender, but tell me what you want and I'll have my AI help me make it,' he said, leading the party out to the terrace where they all gasped at the jacuzzi.

To be fair, even calling it a jacuzzi was doing it a disservice, in the same way that calling both a Prius and a Ferrari vehicles did a disservice to the Italian supercar.

Ugh. That's enough video games for me for a while. I'm even starting to think like a gearhead…

Their luxurious jacuzzi was an absolute behemoth that butted up against the southern edge of the terrace and had an infinity edge that leaked out into the hidden, catch level below. Rather than having a bench running around the edge, their jacuzzi had ten, ergonomic, contoured seating, each with its own set of personalised jets that could either be controlled by their AI…or personally.

She’s thoroughly tested the jets. They were…firm.

'Jesus fucking Christ,' MJ exclaimed in shock, giving voice to what they were all feeling. Not even Jane had seen the jacuzzi yet , having been preoccupied the last time she'd visited. 'When Gwen said you guys had a jacuzzi, I wasn't expecting this! That's bigger than my parents' pool!'

Pete shrugged self-consciously, still uncomfortable with his extreme wealth and not liking to flaunt it.

'Speaking of, where is the birthday girl?' Betty asked in confusion. 'Is she not here yet?'

Getting over his embarrassment, Pete grinned cheekily, his eyes flicking to her hiding spot above them. 'Oh, she's hanging around.'

Cheeky little shit.

Seeing no need to delay things further, Gwen sucked it up, deactivated her invisibility and dropped to the ground amongst her friends in her full Ghost Spider getup.

'Hah!' MJ exclaimed in glee after shrieking in surprise. 'Is this one of your holograms, Tiger? More entertainment for the evening?'

Gloria grinned while twirling her lollipop seductively. 'More for him than us, I think. You've got a thing for the Spider, Parker?'

Pete laughed. 'I've got a massive thing for the Spider.'

MJ and Betty frowned in confusion at Jane and Cindy's knowing laughter while Gloria snorted. Twirling the stem of her lollipop while purposefully sticking out and wiggling her pinky, her eyes flicked down to his bulge and she grinned saucily.

'I somehow doubt that.'

This bitch. At least Pete isn't taking the bait.

She'd told all her friends by now how Pete sometimes used holograms in the bedroom, but without her nanites that Pete had full control over, they'd never truly understand.

Gwen saw Cindy surreptitiously moving behind Betty as she made her way towards her boyfriend. When she threw an arm around his shoulder and it didn't fall through like they expected, their smiles froze.

When Gwen dematerialised her mask and saluted them, their eyes widened in shock.

'Yo,' she greeted, using a heroic amount of effort to maintain an aura of nonchalance and not project the nervousness she was feeling. 'I figured it was about time I told you all my little secret -'

Before she could say any more, Betty's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted right into Cindy's arms.

Gloria's mouth had dropped open in stunned disbelief, her candy falling to the floor with an audible clatter.

'I fucking KNEW it!' MJ exclaimed in triumph, after getting over her shock. Seeing their looks of disbelief, she backtracked, 'Not about this,' she said, motioning to Gwen's suit, 'honestly, what the fuck? No, I mean I knew you weren't out getting fucked every night. This makes so much more sense.'

Gwen grinned as another unknown weight vanished from her shoulders. 'I still got way more strange than you did, slut.'

'I'm sorry but I give zero shits about your guys' slut-off, what the fuck Gwen?' Gloria asked in disbelief. 'Is that even your real name?!'

'Why wouldn't it be her real name?'

She froze and frowned, clearly not having thought the question through.

'So…every time you ditched us last minute…?' MJ asked tentatively.

'I wasn't just being a flaky bitch,' Gwen confirmed with a guilty, apologetic smile at her bestie.

Her non-Pete bestie.

Gloria turned to Cindy and Jane with raised eyebrows. 'You guys knew.' She wasn't asking. 'That's why you laughed when I asked if Parker had a thing for Ghost-Spider.'

Cindy only shrugged, not feeling a need to explain herself while Jane just watched them all in amusement, crossing her arms as Cindy gently laid Betty down on a nearby chair. 'Gwen's an Avenger, so was my ex.'

'Oh my God,' MJ exclaimed, pointing at Jane in shock. 'You've fucked them!'

'W-what?' Jane stuttered, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as her cheeks pinked. 'I - Don't be absurd.'

'Don't you worry about who we've fucked,' Gwen cut the wide-eyed MJ off cheekily. 'Are we cool? It was getting really annoying keeping everything a secret, and with how notable Pete is these days -'

'You're worried your identity is going to leak.' Gloria surmised while MJ completely ignored her and eyed Pete up and down with respect. She sidled up to him with a sly grin and ran her hands over his chiselled abs.

'You fucked Thor's ex?' She asked, her hand travelling lower. 'Or did she fuck you?'

Gwen wanted to squeal at how adorable Pete and Jane's flushing faces and their sputtering denials were.

‘Leave them alone,’ Gwen berated MJ before motioning to the steaming giga-spa before them. ‘Get your clothes off and come try out this jacuzzi, it’s freaking insane.’

With an application of will, Gwen shifted her suit into a bikini she’d browsed earlier that day. She instantly felt and ignored the biting cold as the nanites shifted away and left her standing there almost completely naked in a white, micro-bikini, the entire outfit a bunch of strings with three tiny patches that covered her nipples and pussy.

She almost giggled when she heard Pete choke on his own spit behind her. She’d picked this bikini not because it was the closest she could be to naked without actually being so, but because the swimsuit itself actually highlighted her legs and ass perfectly, the dental-floss-like g-string disappearing between her toned ass-cheeks and the straps riding high on her thighs.

MJ gaped at the transformation in awe, her eyes raking over her almost naked form hungrily before returning to look at her with an emotionless stare. ‘I…fucking hate you so much right now.’

Gloria, also frowning, grunted in approval.

Gwen spread her arms wide, her grin insufferably smug. ‘More! I feed off your envy!’

MJ turned to Pete and battered her eyelashes at him. ‘What’s a girl gotta do to get one of those, Tiger?’ As she stalked over to him, the gorgeous redhead started removing her clothes as Pete backed up against the glass wall and gulped. Tossing her sweats to the side, MJ shivered as she rubbed her body against Peter, her bikini top a pink, strapless bandeau with a golden ring in the middle heroically holding everything together, her bottoms a black thong.

‘Have superpowers,’ he immediately rebutted, his eyes going down and ogling the big, barely restrained tits squished against his chest.

‘Ugh,’ MJ scoffed, her flirtatious smile instantly dropping. ‘What good are you?’

‘It’s probably for the best,’ Gloria joked with amusement as Jane and Cindy helped Betty slowly come to. ‘He’s already got the mob after him, I don’t think even the Ghost Spider is enough to protect him from Gucci.’

Gwen smiled wide and doffed an invisible cap. ‘Pick your battles.’

Gloria was next to disrobe as Gwen hopped in the jacuzzi, slipping into one of the seats. She groaned as her friend’s almost naked form was revealed, a tiny, black string bikini that did about as good a job at supporting her big tits as MJ’s.

‘Stop eye-fucking me,’ Gloria deadpanned as she carefully slipped into the spa.

‘Stop being so hot.’

‘Gwen!’ Betty shrieked as she snapped back to awareness, her finger reaching out and pointing shakily at her. Gwen raised an eyebrow, hanging over the edge of the jacuzzi as her shoulders tensed with worry. ‘I’m…your biggest fan!’

Grinning wide, Gwen shrugged and motioned Betty over. ‘I’ll sign your tits later, now get in here. We’re supposed to be celebrating my birthday!’

The others watched as Gloria sank into the spa next to Gwen, her groan almost erotic as the jets turned on and started to massage her. ‘W-what the fuuuuuck,’ Gloria groaned, arching her back in bliss. ‘Sorry nerds, I’m moving in.’

MJ quickly joined her and slipped in beside them, her groan similarly sensual and erotic.

Gwen watched with a grin as Pete tried to hide his blatant ogling as the others started undressing.

Cindy’s bathing suit suited her athletic figure perfectly, somehow managing to look both classy and sexy. Hers was a white, halter-top one-piece that criss-crossed over her body, the stylish look leaving her cleavage, sides and belly bare. Their pet immediately turned and, at seeing Pete’s appreciation for her figure, she preened like an adorable kitten.

Jane’s swimsuit was pretty modest compared to the rest of them. It was a one piece also but had a plunging neckline with laces down the middle and over her hips. Cindy pouted when Pete gulped, eying the beautiful older woman as she carefully got in the jacuzzi with them.

Finally, Betty had opted for a pretty cute swimsuit. It was a sporty two piece with a tank-top bikini and low-riding bottoms.

‘Manslave!’ Gwen called, clapping to get his attention after everyone had gotten in the spa with her and stopped groaning like they were having orgasms. ‘Fetch us drinks and snacks!’

Gwen grinned as the girls all turned to Pete, his bulge, which had diminished while he gave the tour, back in full-force after watching their gorgeous group undressing before him. His tiny briefs were so tight the outline of his cock was, hilariously, completely visible.

His face beet red, he took their orders and hurried off to make their drinks and, likely, to try and literally pour some cold water on his libido.

Gwen smiled as she watched Betty and Cindy getting to know each other and geek out over the latest anime, while MJ grilled Jane over her alleged fucking and Thor.

Fucking one-tracked mind, that one.

‘I can’t believe this view,’ Gloria groaned from beside her. She’d been quick to grab a seat and had opted for one that looked out over the infinity edge right at the Statue of Liberty. ‘I can’t believe you live here. You’re like…a real white person now.’

Gwen barked out a laugh. ‘Fuck you bitch.’ She poked her friend in the side and she moaned piteously, wanting nothing more than the annoying gnat to go away but not wanting to move an inch. ‘Besides, I thought I became a real white person when I started to buy property?’

Gloria grinned cheekily, her face still a mask of relaxation. ‘Oh yeah.’

Pete returned with their drinks surprisingly quickly, but instead of carrying them on a tray like she’d been expecting, he approached with his hands crossed over his bulge as a fleet of mini-drones surrounded him like satellites, each of them carrying a single drink while the mother drone carried a tray of snacks.

‘Woah,’ Betty gasped as she finally noticed the weirdly marvellous sight. ‘That’s so cool.’

‘How are you doing that?’ MJ asked in confusion, seeing Pete getting ready to answer, she cut him off. ‘You’re a supernerd and can make drones, okay, but how come the drinks don’t spill.’

‘Gyroscopes,’ Jane answered from beside MJ, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the jets, her face a picture of utter bliss. ‘See how the drones aren’t staying flat? They’re moving around to counterbalance the centrifugal force so the drinks don’t spill.’

Opening her eyes and seeing the blank look MJ was sending her, Jane patiently expanded. ‘The force that pushes the water up the edges due to the drinks’ momentum.’

‘Oh!’ MJ brightened, smiling wide at not being belittled and somewhat understanding the science behind the drones. ‘You’re a good teacher. Did you teach Pete and Gwen anything too?’

Jane reached out a hand and took the drink that was floating in front of her face - like MJ, a martini - poking at the drone with interest as her sharp eyes followed its silent, floating movements, her cheeks dusted pink. ‘I think they were the ones doing the teaching…’

MJ, Gwen and Gloria laughed while Betty squealed and giggled. Pete looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him while Cindy pouted.

Don’t worry Pet, you’ve been a good girl, you’ll get your just rewards.

Pete had loaded up a drone with a flat top the size of a pizza with the finger foods and Gwen eagerly snatched up the one’s she’d been eyeing all evening. More groans were had as the others did likewise and tasted their drinks.

‘You say I can’t take him,’ MJ began, her smile wide as her green eyes raked over his physique. ‘You sure I can’t just borrow him for, like, a weekend?’

Gwen sent a smile to her blushing boyfriend before dismissing MJ. ‘You can’t afford him.’

‘Aha!’ MJ exclaimed with glee, sitting up from her bubbly throne. ‘So you’ve agreed in principle now we’re just negotiating on a price.’

Gwen smiled wide and Pete groaned. She splashed some water in his direction and he deftly sidestepped. ‘I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try pimping me out.’

Gwen shot him a challenging look, her eyes pointedly staring at his cock that was blatantly outlined in his too-tight briefs. ‘Quit yer bellyaching, manservant, we can all see how much that turns you on.’

The girls all giggled and he whined, turning away to hide the clear evidence of his arousal.

‘Oi, who said you can turn around, manservant?’ Gwen barked, splashing more water at him and smiling wide. ‘The whole point of that outfit is so we can have some eye candy, stand there and take our slutty ogling like a man.’

'You must hate this place,' Gloria suddenly piped up, getting everyone's attention. Gwen would like to say her chill voice was a result of the spa's massage jets, but Gloria always sounded like that. 'No nearby buildings for you to parade around naked for.'

'Ugh, I know!' Gwen bemoaned, motioning to the nearest high rise that had a decent view of their terrace. It was far enough away that anyone in those rooms would need binoculars to have a decent perv. 'I swear everyone in that building is a monk.'

'Maybe you're not trying hard enough,' Pete teased, bringing a fresh round of cocktails and snacks. 'Or maybe you're mellowing out in your old age?'

'The fuck?' Gwen shrieked in outrage. She made to rip off her bikini, a challenging grin on her face when MJ reached over and grabbed her arm.

'No, don't do it, Ghost Spider!' She implored in her best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. 'You'll be falling right into the evil villain's cunning plan!'

Laughter broke out as MJ recited the line with all the husky innocence of a distressed damsel in a noir detective film.

'You're right!' Gwen exclaimed in faux shock at the evil plan. 'If you wanna see my tits, Doctor Parker, you'll have to show us something first!'

Pete, grinning wide, held out his hands and shrugged. 'You're looking at my tits right now.' He, of course, emphasised the claim by flexing the pecs he didn't even have a few years ago.

'Not what I had in mind,' Gwen purred and Pete yelped when she reached out a hand and shot a string of web in his direction. To his credit, he actually managed to turn out of the way, but the tip of her strike still managed to catch him on the thigh.

He looked up, his face suddenly pale. 'L-let's talk about this, don't do anything hasty.'

Her friends all started to cheer when they realised Gwen's web had attached itself to Pete's tiny, tight briefs.

'Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!'

She could have ripped his sexy briefs off instantly, but Gwen wanted to give him time to say their safe word.

'It's not like they haven't all seen your dick already,' Gwen pleaded, going as far as to stick out her bottom lip and pout. 'Please? For me? For my birthday?'

'Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!'

The excited chanting built as her friends smelt blood in the water, none more enthusiastic than Cindy.

'Puwease?' She pleaded, sticking her lip out even more. 'Don't you love me?'

'Oh that's cold,' Pete replied with a disbelieving laugh, his face almost steaming with embarrassment. Despite his clear discomfort, seeing a group of sexy girls eagerly chanting for him to get naked was clearly boosting his self-confidence.

'It's not like they can't see everything already,' Gwen teased, tugging a little harder. 'We can see each and every vein, Stud, they're not even hiding anything.'

The nanosecond after Pete sighed in defeat, Gwen tugged and, with the briefest of tearing sounds and the cheers of her friends, her boyfriend was standing completely naked before them.

'Hands behind your back Tiger!' MJ called over the sounds of the jacuzzi’s many jets. ‘Don’t hide the goods!’

Gwen turned to look at their pet and wasn’t disappointed. Cindy’s eyes were locked onto Pete’s half-hard cock like a hawk. Only her head was above the water but it was clear she was touching herself while she bit her lip to mask her moans. Betty, next to her, had noticed Cindy’s scrutiny too and was teasing her new, blushing friend.

The noise quieted down and Pete’s blush grew steadily more intense as they all just stared at his naked form.

Clearing his throat, he backed away. ‘I’ll, err, go and get you all some more drinks and snacks, I think.’

Gwen laughed when the girls all started booing as Pete turned and hurried away.

‘So,’ MJ said, turning to Jane after the boos had died down and Pete had disappeared into their kitchen, ‘Did these two sex pests lure you here to fuck you?’

Before the blushing, sputtering Jane could answer, Gwen came to her rescue.

Sort of.

‘I’ll have you know she came here of her own volition,’ Gwen explained primly. ‘And the sexy stuff didn’t happen until she switched on the TV and realised she’d interrupted us in the middle of Movie Night.’

‘Movie Night?’ Cindy asked in confusion while MJ cackled with glee and Betty and Gloria rolled their eyes.

Betty answered. ‘These skanks have, like, an entire library of sex tapes they like to share with each other and watch back.’

‘Last time I checked, you were in several of those videos skank,’ Gloria teased, her grin as relaxed and chill as ever, despite how wild the evening was getting.

‘And Peter…likes that?’ Cindy asked Gwen, ignoring the banter.

Gwen winked and nodded. ‘Occasionally.’

MJ turned back to Jane with a wicked grin. ‘Did he make you squirt?’

Jane didn’t need to answer, her blush was enough. Seeing everyone’s scrutiny, she covered her face and laughed before dunking her head under the water to briefly escape their interest.

When she resurfaced, MJ was still smiling. ‘Remind me later, I’ll show you how he made me squirt.’

‘Is everyone just fucking each other now?’ Gloria asked, her eyebrows raised. ‘Must have missed the memo.’

Gwen’s head snapped in her direction. ‘Anytime, anyplace you decide to pull that not-bi-stick out of that glorious ass of yours, I’ll be there with bells on.’ She emphasised her point with a salacious grin, the other girls squealing with surprise as her tongue elongated to epic proportions.

‘You get used to it,’ Pete said dryly, announcing himself as he came back with more drinks and snacks, his little drones flying around and making their deliveries. Gwen looked over and grinned proudly when she saw he was standing there, proud, with his hands behind his back, only the faintest of blushes still on his cheeks.

‘Is that…because of the nanites?’ Cindy asked in confusion, the only one not disturbed by the display. ‘I didn’t know they could do that.’

‘It takes a lot,’ Pete answered before Gwen could. ‘None of the Spiders have as many nanites in them as Gwen does, nor do they have as much control over them.’

Gwen turned back to her pet with a smile. ‘Even with all that, it took a lot of practice to get it down.’

‘Man, it’s still so weird hearing you talk about superhero stuff,’ MJ marvelled as she sipped at her strawberry daiquiri. ‘A part of me still doesn’t believe it.’

‘Weird?’ Betty asked, shocked. ‘More like, cool!’

Gwen giggled. She felt better than she had in a long time - she hadn’t realised how much she’d been missing her girlfriends. She’d unknowingly been pushing them away as her alter ego started to become a bigger and bigger part of her life, the endless juggling act of responsibilities and obligations leaving her friends falling to the wayside.

Now that they were fully read in, there was no need to silo them.

Time to get this party started.

Gwen smacked her lips and hummed in disapproval. Her ever-attentive boyfriend came up behind her almost instantly. ‘Something wrong with the drink? I know you like your drinks sweeter so I added more syrup, did I go too far?’

He and Madam Web had actually done a perfect job, but that was besides the point.

‘I definitely think it’s missing something.’ She made a show of looking at her glass and thinking it over before grinning cheekily. ‘Yeah, that’s it, I think this cocktail is missing the key ingredient…’

Before Pete could step away or her friends could blink, Gwen grabbed his hanging, half-hard cock and dunked the tip right in her drink. The drink was ice-cold and Pete yelped before jumping back with a squeal.

As Gwen took a sip of her drink and moaned in exaggerated approval at the taste, the girls all cracked up.

‘Like that time at that titty bar!’ MJ wheezed as she wiped imaginary tears from her eyes. ‘The nipple dunks!’


Gloria had sunk so low in her seat that half of her face was covered by the water. She surfaced, however, feeling a pressing need to give her opinion. ‘Unsanitary.’

‘Hah!’ Betty crowed, laughing with the rest of them and apparently finally over fangirling. ‘Like you’re one to talk - the amount of times I’ve seen you go ass to mouth -’


Gloria resurfaced again just to say, ‘Fuck you,’ before sinking back under the bubbling surface.


They all cackled again.


Cindy held out her drink eagerly. ‘I want one!’


Jane grinned cheekily at the oriental beauty. ‘I’m starting to think the bodyguard has a cruuuuuush.’

Cindy’s face lit up bright red as the others all laughed at her expense. Gwen couldn’t help but smile. She’d worried they would have felt awkward or like they were intruding amongst her friendship group, but they’d seamlessly slipped right in.

MJ stood, her arms spread wide, her voice soared, deep and powerful as she sang, ‘And I will always love you!’

While MJ had a nice singing voice, and she certainly had done a better job of it than most of them would have, she didn’t quite hit all the notes.

Pete could have hit those notes.

As the girls all laughed at Cindy’s expense, Gwen locked eyes with her boyfriend and motioned over to his bodyguard encouragingly.

His cheeks flushed not quite as much as Cindy’s, Pete shuffled over and stood behind her, his arms behind his back. When Cindy noticed him, surfacing from her brief foray underwater to hide from her embarrassment, her eyes widened with excitement. She made to reach for his cock but, like a good little pet, she paused and looked to her mistress for permission.

Grinning, Gwen nodded her head in encouragement. The sheer joy on the younger woman’s features made Gwen want to squeal.

Her hand almost shaking, Cindy reached out and grabbed the head of Pete’s rapidly hardening cock. The girls all let out thunderous cheers and not even her precognitive level of spider sense could have prepared her for the sound.

Well, it could have, but she looks hypnotised by Pete’s dick.

Pete groaned as she just held the head of his dick and looked up at him with wide-eyed innocence. Remembering herself, she gave him a few small tugs before dipping the head in her G&T. Pete had groaned at the ministrations, but the second his head touched the cool liquid he hissed in a sharp breath.

‘Me next!’ Jane cheered and, blushing, Pete shuffled across.

‘This is ridiculous,’ he bemoaned, shaking his head in dismay.

‘This is nothing,’ Betty joked as Jane held out her Martini with an impish grin. ‘Pete, you’d freak if you saw some of the wild shit I’ve seen at some bachelorette parties.’


As he approached, Jane’s impish grin widened. When she reached out to grab his cock, he shut his eyes and shuddered when she ran her fingers from the base to the tip, guiding it into the wide brim of her glass. Gwen almost laughed at how Cindy was watching intently, taking mental notes.


Pete still hissed, but Jane didn’t immediately remove his cock, stirring her drink with his appendage before, with a tipsy giggle, she removed it and took a sip, humming in approval.


Pete’s cheeks were fully red now, but Jane wasn’t done. ‘I’d better give you a tip Mister Bartender, in thanks for letting me use your own,’ she joked and they all giggled. When she undid the knot that held the criss-crossing straps of her one piece together, Pete sucked in an excited breath as her heavy breasts sagged with relief. With a sultry grin, Jane pulled the strap aside and gave Pete a quick glance at her heavy, naked tit and succulent nipple before quickly tucking it away.

They all cheered.

Pete groaned, his cock at full mast and pointing up at a forty-five degree angle, its upwards curve and girth making it look like a particularly thick sausage.

'Me next!' MJ cried, holding up her frozen daiquiri with a shit-eating grin.

'Fuuuuck that,' Pete yelped as he danced out of the way of MJ's grasping fingers and back inside.

After they all stopped giggling like horny teenagers, Gwen leaned her head back against the rest and looked up at the clear, night sky.

'Web?'

'Yes Gwen?'

'Holy shit, what's that?' Betty exclaimed in surprise, startled by the cultured voice with the British accent seemingly coming from everywhere at once.

'Who,' Gwen corrected her friend emphatically. 'Madam Web is the AI that runs all the systems here.'

Gloria's groan was swallowed by the bubbles as her mouth once again slowly surfaced. 'Is she the one controlling the massage jets?'

'Indeed I am, Miss Grant,' Madam Web answered, her tone sounding supremely self-satisfied. 'You seem to respond most favourably if I focus on your upper back and thighs.'

'Where have you been all my life?' Gloria moaned wantonly as she slipped back under the water.

'Sure, you're bi when it comes to the AI, but you freak out if I get anywhere near those glorious shoulder boulders.' Gloria answered Gwen's petulant whining with a deadpan stare. Shaking her head after flicking some water at her friend’s face, Gwen sank back into her own seat. 'Web, please tell Pete to bring out a bottle of Tequila, some salt and limes.' Her grin turned predatory and she continued, 'tell him to forget about the shot glasses.'

As her friends cheered like a group of horny, tipsy sluts, Gwen watched as Pete brought out the requested items, a hesitant look on his face. His cock was still rock hard, but he moved much more comfortably than he had before, clearly emboldened by the eager reception and blatant ogling.

‘Why no shot glasses?’

‘Wow,’ MJ remarked, her eyebrows disappearing into her hairline. ‘You really are a nerd.’

Gwen gathered up water between her palms and shot it at MJ’s forehead like a spear, her friend cursed, the pressure of the attack more painful than she’d been expecting.

‘He doesn’t drink, dumbass.’

‘Or ever been to a party, apparently,’ Gloria sniped, mirroring MJ’s bemusement.

‘They’re not wrong,’ Pete admitted, sitting the fruit, salt and bottle down at the edge of the jacuzzi, ‘Is this like Spin the Bottle or something?’

‘No,’ Gwen denied, her laugh a mixture of incredulous and genuinely amused at where his mind went. ‘Hop on up here Stud and I’ll show you.’

He eyed her suspiciously, her overly innocent facade having the opposite effect. Eventually, like always, he caved to her demands and did as asked, her friends gathering around to watch the show eagerly.

Before Pete could say anything, she put one of the wedges of lime in his mouth, skin first. Other than his eyes widening in surprise, Pete didn’t react. That changed when she bent down and licked his nipple, her tongue dribbling her saliva across his skin. His eyes widened in surprise when she poured out some salt on the moistened nub, sticking to him as if she were seasoning a steak.

Finally, she uncorked the bottle of tequila and grinned at her boyfriend. ‘Don’t move - this is what us normies call a body shot.’

Pete watched with fascination as Gwen poured out a shot of the alcohol in his navel, other than squirming however at the strange sensation, he didn’t react.

‘Now watch,’ Gwen teased. Bending down, she sucked the salted nipple into her mouth, making sure her tongue was coating before she went lover and sucked all the tequila out of his belly button. Pete jerked and squealed at the strange sensation, but if anything, he was more curious than freaked out.

She finished her little ritual by going up to his mouth and sucking the lime from his lips, making sure to turn it into a proper, if awkward kiss.

Her friends all cheered and Pete blushed when Gwen finally pulled away, the wedge of lime trapped between her widely grinning teeth. ‘And that is a tequila body shot.’

Before Pete could reply, MJ bumped her aside and took her place, her grin just as wide. ‘My turn!’

Pete’s eyes widened but Gwen shut him up by stuffing another wedge of lime in his mouth. She salted his nipple and poured out another shot in his navel as MJ loomed over him. Before she began though, Pete shivered as the gorgeous redhead ran her fingers over his chiselled abs.

‘You’re looking pretty sexy Tiger,’ she teased, her eyes smouldering with pent-up lust as they raked over his body. Pete shivered as her nails dragged over his skin and dropped below his belly-button, coming close to but not quite touching the base of his shaft. ‘The only thing that could make this hotter is if you were tied up.’

As if reading her mind, Pete’s head shot in her direction and he had just enough time to wine around the lime before Gwen had his arms and ankles webbed to the edge of the jacuzzi. ‘Good idea, Slut,’ Gwen teased. ‘Now stop stalling, take any longer and I think Cindy might just throw you off the edge of the building.’

All eyes turned to the oriental beauty who was now blushing and sputtering out denials as everyone laughed at her.

With a wicked smile, MJ bent down and took her time sucking the salt off Pete’s nipple. His eyes screwed shut and he moaned, but didn’t even think of spitting out the lime.

She’d trained him well.

He grunted when MJ sucked up the tequila out of his belly-button, her green eyes sexily locked with his before she crawled up his body and captured his lips in a passionate kiss - the lime a very clear afterthought.

Apparently done, MJ pulled back with a self-satisfied smile. ‘Yum.’

Seeing Cindy almost vibrating with eagerness, it almost broke Gwen’s heart to ignore her and instead motion Gloria over - the look of disappointment in her eyes almost as bad as if she’d kicked a puppy.

Her pet would thank her mistress later.

Rolling her eyes, Gloria made a show of how much it annoyed her to be moving at all - as if she were some kind of moody, emo teenager. Still, she, too, eagerly licked up the salt, drank the tequila from Pete’s navel and sucked the lime out of his mouth after a brief kiss. Unfortunately, it was rather robotic and lacking in enthusiasm.

That would change. Later.

When Gwen turned to Betty, she was surprised when her friend waved her off. ‘Harry might be fine with me being naughty on occasion, but his old school buddy? That’s probably crossing a line.’

‘Oh come on!’ Gwen pleaded, pouting at Betty. ‘Pete and Harry haven’t even seen each other in years, let alone spoken!’

Betty shrugged and winced. ‘Yeah, still better not go there. Long story.’

‘Bah!’ Gwen scoffed, but internally, she wondered if there was some bad blood there. Pete swore that he didn’t even remember why they’d grown apart, and she believed him, but she suspected there was a bit more animosity than Betty was letting on.

Maybe as a result of Pete’s successes? Maybe Harry’s bitter Pete didn’t work for his dad?

‘Boring!’ MJ bellowed but Gwen let it slide and moved on to Jane. Knowing what Gwen wanted, the beautiful older woman gave her an indulgent smile and stood. Even with the modest-ish one piece, as she stood up in the jacuzzi, the water sloshing off her svelte form and heavy breasts, she drew admiring glances from everyone, especially Pete.

Admiring glances she noticed and, though appreciative, grew flustered by.


Pete was dining well that night, surrounded by gorgeous women of all types. While she liked that his eyes spent most of their time devouring her toned form, she didn’t miss them ogling MJ and Gloria’s huge, barely restrained tits. When they’d almost spilled out of their suits while bending over to do body shots on him, she’d heard him suck in an excited breath.

Man I hope someone has heard all this noise and is watching. Come the fuck on, I’ve never had to try so hard in my life to be perved on before!

Apparently feeling naughty, Jane winked at Gwen and took the salt shaker from her. ‘Want to see how we did body shots when I was in college?’

Gwen smiled wide and nodded in encouragement.

Pete’s dick was still very much hard and, now that he was laying on his back, it was resting against his lower abdomen - unlike some of her past lovers where their hard cocks would reach even beyond their navels.

Clearly well-past tipsy, Jane sucked on her finger and coated it with her spit. Then, while biting her lip sexily, she earned a shocked groan from Pete when she dragged the digit along the underside of his shaft.

Everyone had gone silent as they watched the erotic show. Jane then poured some salt over his cock, most of it sticking to the slick trail she’d left behind. Pete’s eyes were wide with shock, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he watched on with excitement.

‘We used to call this going from South to North,’ Jane purred before bending down and swallowing Pete’s cock all the way to the base on her first go, her smouldering, brown eyes still locked with his. Pete’s shocked groan was muffled by the lime and Jane’s amused giggle was muffled by his cock. Her lips sealed around the base of his thick shaft, Jane dragged them up slowly, torturously, collecting every grain of salt along the way.

The sexual tension in the air almost felt oppressive as Jane pulled off with an audible pop before crawling up Pete’s body and sucking the tequila out of his belly button - with a lot more tongue action than was necessary. Pete was a mess, he was moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat, his hips thrusting as he ground his painfully hard cock against Jane’s soft breasts.

Jane just giggled and continued to trail her tongue up his body, paying special attention to the lines of his pecs and his nipples until, finally, she reached his mouth and she sucked both the lime and, after spitting it out, his lips. They kissed sensuously, passionately for a good minute before Jane pulled away with a half-drunk smile and flushed cheeks.

‘Holy shit,’ MJ whispered in awe, shattering the shocked silence. ‘Anyone else feeling a little hot?’

That did it. All of them broke out in gales of laughter as Pete just stared at Jane with wide-eyed awe, his cock still throbbing painfully.

At this point, Cindy was almost bouncing in her seat. Gwen had deliberately left her for last, and when she turned to the oriental beauty, the girl damn near came on the spot.

‘Come on then,’ Gwen motioned her over with a grin. When she salted his nipple again after stuffing the last wedge of lime in his mouth, Gwen outright laughed at Cindy’s crestfallen expression.

Still, Cindy eagerly ran her hands up and down Pete’s shredded torso before bending down and sucking his nipple into her mouth. Gwen didn’t hurry her and they all watched on with amused smiles as she took way longer suckling than any of the others had.

It was with a visible force of will that Cindy pulled herself away from Pete’s overly-stimulated nipple, but when she made it to his navel, she frowned when she saw it empty of tequila.

‘Oops,’ Gwen said insincerely when Cindy looked up at her in confusion, the smile never slipping from her face. ‘Forget the drink, here ya go.’

Instead of pouring out a shot in his belly like she’d done for everyone else, Gwen upended the bottle and poured the rest of it over Pete’s cock.

Cindy’s eyes widened in shock before they lit up with adoration for her mistress. Her friends all cheered and laughed as Cindy first froze, before she shot towards Pete’s cock like a greyhound out of the blocks. Gwen was very fast, and even she could barely track the oriental beauty as she positioned herself between her boyfriend’s legs.

Cindy didn’t even wait for the tequila to finish pouring. Pete groaned as she first kissed his head, then started licking both the drink and his shaft with glee. ‘Make sure you get every last drop,’ Gwen teased, adding extra emphasis to her words so she wasn’t misunderstood. ‘Call it a reward for being such a good girl.’

While her friends all cheered again, her words earned groans of lust from both Pete and especially Cindy.

As she finally emptied the tequila, Gwen sat back and watched Cindy giving the beleaguered and groaning Pete head.

‘Stick a finger in his ass!’ MJ's voice sounded just as drunk as Jane’s. ‘He likes that!’

‘Oh?’ Jane asked with a raised brow. ‘And how do you know that?’

MJ’s grin widened. She was seated back in her seat in the spa and noticeably playing with herself under the water as she watched. ‘Remind me to show you my OnlyFans later - Pete’s a star, his debut is one of my most popular videos ever.’

‘No way!’

As the girls made themselves comfortable again in their bubbly thrones, Gwen slithered her way up to Pete’s head, letting him rest on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his torso and played with his nipples.


‘Do you like that baby?’ Gwen purred directly into his ear, barely audible over the bubbling of the jets in the jacuzzi. They both watched as Cindy eagerly deep throated him, her dark eyes smouldering as she held both of their gazes. ‘Do you like the way our pet sucks your cock?’

Pete wheezed out a laugh, groaning when Cindy grinned around his thick shaft before slipping a finger in his ass. ‘I - I thought it was supposed to be your b-birthday?’

Her deep chuckle had a visible effect on Pete as he shuddered for a reason other than the skills of their surprisingly talented pet fellatrix.

‘What if I like watching you get your little dick sucked?’ Gwen purred, the increased pressure on his nipples earning her an adorable whimper. ‘Especially when you’re all tied down and helpless - my little bitch.’

Gwen groaned as she watched Pete strain against his bindings, his muscles bulging enticingly with the effort

‘Mm, keep struggling baby,’ she breathed, her voice hot and heavy. ‘It’s turning me on so much.’

He’s not gonna last much longer.

And indeed, as Pete groaned and thrashed against his bindings, she could tell his end was near.

‘Don’t you dare swallow, Cindy,’ Gwen warned, referring to their pet by name while in front of polite - or rather, slutty - company. Aside from a slight widening of her almond-shaped eyes, her pet showed no signs of acknowledging the command.

She was a good girl though, Gwen wasn’t worried.

Gwen looked around the jacuzzi. MJ and Jane were still talking about her OnlyFans, and while Jane’s gaze frequently darted between MJ and Pete, MJ was only paying the barest of attention.

This was positively vanilla, for her.

Betty was squirming in her seat, her eyes wide as she watched the relatively tame debauchery before her. She’d hit it off with Cindy that night, Gwen doubted she’d have expected the seemingly quiet girl to do something so wild.

Gwen also pretended to not notice Gloria touching herself under the water. She tried to act like a cool bitch, but she was just as much a slut as the rest of them.

‘I’m cumming!’ Pete grunted and Cindy’s eyes widened with glee. Her finger started pistoning in and out of his ass with an increased intensity while her lips pulled back and focused on playing with his head.

When Pete came, he arched his back and made to groan out his pleasure to the chilly night air, but Gwen swallowed it with a heated, passionate, upside-down kiss. For a time, they were lost in their own little world as their tongues duelled and their passions flared.

When she finally pulled back, it was to see her friends all watching them, lust clear in their eyes - none moreso than Cindy however, whose lips were sealed as she sat in the water patiently for her next order.

Gwen grinned and motioned her over with a flick of her head. ‘Now you kiss him.’

‘Oh that’s so hot,’ Betty whimpered as Cindy darted through the water between them and loomed over her blushing and panting master. They stared into each other’s eyes for several moments before Cindy finally leant down and captured his lips in an almost desperate, needy kiss.

Cindy, like the good little pet she was, instinctively knew what her mistress wanted. She made sure, as their tongues duelled, to pass all of Pete’s cum back to her beloved master.

‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ Jane gasped, the profanity so strange coming from her lips that it actually ripped Gwen’s attention away from the kissing couple so she could stare at the wide-eyed older woman.

They were all watching the show now, each and every one of their hands conspicuously underwater, their shoulders shifting noticeably.

‘Enjoying the show?’ Gwen teased, earning a whimper from Cindy when she reached up and pinched her nipples instead.

They didn’t answer, but their flushed cheeks said it all.

When Cindy finally, reluctantly pulled away as Gwen’s fingers steadily ramped the pressure up on her small, delectable nipples, Gwen turned to her friends with a wicked grin. ‘Who’s next?’

The words had barely left her mouth when MJ stood and started striding towards Pete’s cock with hunger. The redhead rotated his body even more so she wouldn’t have to get out of the water before tugging at her bandeau bikini top, the material instantly giving way and allowing her big, pale tits to flop out.

‘Fuck,’ Pete gasped, his eyes drinking in the pillowly breasts greedily. MJ’s grin was smug, but before she touched Pete she turned to Jane with a sickly sweet smile. ‘Come and give me a hand Jane.’

Pete’s soft cock instantly twitched and MJ cackled, reaching down and pinching his shrivelled cock between index finger and thumb and wiggling it. ‘Looks like Tiger really likes that.’

Her face flushed and her eyes glazed over from the alcohol, Jane only thought about it for a moment before, with a wide, sexy smile, she stood and untied the knot in her swimsuit. As soon as there was some give, her breasts, just as big as - if not bigger than - MJ’s, sagged with relief and loosened her swimsuit even more. Hooking her fingers in the shoulder straps, she locked eyes with Pete and slipped them off, letting her boobs hang free and revealing them to her boyfriend’s hungry gaze.

‘Oh, he really likes that,’ MJ teased, Pete’s cock already half hard.

Striding across the jacuzzi, the water parting before her, Jane joined MJ between Pete’s legs and, after sharing a knowing giggle, they knelt down and completely smothered his still-reviving shaft in the pillowy embrace of their breasts.

‘Jesus Christ,’ Pete groaned, his head lolling back in Gwen’s lap. Looking up at her, he chuckled raspily and shook his head. ‘I thought this was supposed to be your birthday?’ The repeated question proved how out of it he was.

‘It is,’ Gwen confirmed again as MJ and Jane rubbed their tits over Pete’s steadily recovering cock. ‘I really like watching you with other women,’ she confessed before leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘I’m a dirty pervert, just like you.’

His reaction was immediate and sexy. The webbing on his wrists and ankles had dissolved a while ago at this point, and, with a groan, he reached back to wrap his arms around her neck and arched his back with a needy groan. Gwen giggled, allowing him to keep her close while her fingers danced over his chest and played with his nipples.

The tipsy MJ and Jane giggled to each other as they pressed their tits together and smothered Pete’s cock between them. Gwen raised an amused eyebrow when MJ leaned down and started to suckle on one of Jane’s pebbled nipples with a needy groan. Jane shut her eyes and held MJ’s head close, moaning as the redhead’s expert tongue brought her pleasure.

Those two are definitely fucking tonight.

‘Is he hard yet?’ Gwen asked with amusement. ‘You sluts need to get your big tits out of the way, we can’t see.’

MJ and Jane giggled again but pulled their tits back to show Pete was indeed hard again and eagerly leaking precum.

When Gwen made to replace them, Cindy quickly hurried over and took her place, Pete’s head now in her lap. Pushing her friends aside, Gwen threw a leg over her boyfriend’s body and, pushing her thong aside, guided his aching cock into her velvety tunnel with a twinned groan from the both of them. She didn’t know which one of them did it - and she didn’t really care to be honest - but one of her friends untied and ripped off the rest of her bikini.

Very much to Pete’s delight.

‘Fuck me baby,’ Pete groaned, reaching up to palm her perky tits as she bounced on his shaft eagerly.

A grinning Jane appeared from her side and, still topless, sidled up next to them. When she offered Pete her tit, he didn’t hesitate, turning his head and sucking in a pebbled nipple while his girlfriend bounced on his cock.

Gwen’s head snapped back when she felt a slender finger probing her ass and she was unsurprised to see a grinning MJ, her hands roaming over her bouncing ass while her finger teased her rosebud.

Holding out a hand, Gwen used her nanites to materialise a dildo for her startled friend.

‘Well…that’s handy.’

Gwen turned back to Pete, her groan guttural as MJ started to slip the dildo into her ass.

I bet he feels real silly about bitching about the outfit now…

Gwen panted and groaned as she kept fucking Pete, her orgasm rapidly approaching as MJ expertly wielded the dildo to great effect.

When Pete’s eye started to flash, he paused, blinking in confusion. She paused too, a worried frown on her face as she eyed the skyline around them.

My Spider-sense isn’t going off…

‘What is it?’ she asked with worry, hoping against hope there wasn’t some emergency that was going to ruin her night. Pete had promised to get her one of those lens things soon so that her nanites could eat and replicate it, but he hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Seeing Pete’s cheeky grin, she felt the tension in her shoulders relax. ‘Nat says happy birthday and wanted to let you know we have voyeurs in the nearby building with binoculars and smartphones watching us.’

Gwen tried to laugh but it came out more like a shuddering, gasping moan, her pussy clenching down on Pete’s cock hard as she tingled pleasantly all over.

Her amazing boyfriend, apparently sensing she was coming close to the edge, bit down on her nipple with considerable force and started strumming her clit. MJ, arguably as experienced as Pete at reading the signals from her body, angled the dildo so it was pinching her walls with Pete’s cock.

She came with a joyous scream, her vision whiting out as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her convulsing toned body and held her tight.

She didn’t even try to contain her pleasure.

She hoped their neighbours enjoyed the show. They would put on more in the future.