Me, Myself, and I (Patreon)

Mary Jane lay in bed, naked. She liked being naked. Peter liked her that way too and she was eager to please him. It seemed with all the supernatural and supervillains out there, she got precious little time to do that. So, since he wasn’t there to be pleased—or to please her—she pleased herself. Her legs open, she stroked her sex gently, thinking of how Peter would fuck her if he was there.

He took satisfaction in urging her on into the wildest, most exciting fantasies. Sometimes he webbed her in place, then had her fuck herself with the one hand he left free. Then, maybe before she came and maybe after, he’d suck on her fingers. That made him very hard and after that, came the reason Peter made sure never to cover her groin with webbing.

Rubbing her pussy, Mary Jane wished he would hurry home.

Jamming her shoulders and heels into the bed, Mary Jane lifted herself up, then cupped the cheeks of her pert ass. She parted them, squeezing pleasurably, then extended a middle finger to her asshole. Excitement filled her lovely body, thrumming into her goosepimpled skin. She moved one hand to her cunt while the other went between her buttocks.

Across the room, she saw her reflection in the dresser mirror. Watched as the mirror image stroked her pussy, fingered her cunt. Her eyes turned glassy as she imagined Peter watching her, seeing the same sight as she beheld in the mirror. She shut her eyes, picturing him there right now, watching her, lusting after her, too much even to join in, he loved the sight of her so much. But soon—when she opened her eyes—he would be there and he would mount her, take her, make her his yet again.

Mary Jane fucked her own ass and pussy, making herself hot, boiling to cum. But her climax eluded her. She writhed about on the bed, delving for more sensation in her fiery cunt and tight asshole. She wanted to make herself come, tried hard, but couldn’t.

Frustrated tears covered her eyes. She wanted Peter, wanted his dick. She wanted him in her hot pussy, her hungry mouth, even up her ass. She wanted to be fucked!

Then she opened her eyes and saw that she was… just not in the way she wanted to be.

Of the two women standing in the room, Mary Jane recognized one of them. Well, she recognized both of them—they were dead ringers for her. It was enough to think she had clones, but the way they held themselves, the light in their eyes, it was so different from hers that she knew they had to be something else. Couldn’t be some time travel craziness—neither of them looked older than thirty. Maybe alternate universes.

But then, she knew Red Sonja. Well, Red Sonja’s armor. She’d ended up in it a few times while Sonja possessed her. Afterward, Peter was big on getting a few shots of her in it for their personal, private collection. Mary Jane fooled around in the chainmail bikini, but seeing Sonja, she knew how it was meant to be worn. It didn’t look like some Bettie Page kinkiness on her. It looked like stripes on a tiger.

The other one—Mary Jane had no idea. She was another doppelganger, and dressed like she was headed for a Renaissance Faire, but at least she was wearing what would count as clothes in most districts. A steel cap covered her head, though of course red hair escaped out from under it. Leather boots came up to her thighs; the rest of her legs were covered in thin, tight-fitting breeches, more like leggings or yoga pants than anything else. A coat of scalemail covered her upper body. It clung tightly enough to her curves to show that she had the same thick, muscular physique as Sonja. Like her, this ‘Red’ spent more time exercising than dieting. It made Mary Jane feel a little inadequate, even useless. It was a wonder Sonja had managed to get along while possessing MJ’s body—she didn’t know how much she could bench, she just knew two dozen yoga positions.

And she’d been masturbating when they’d come upon her. “Oh… hey… guys…” Mary Jane watched for a spout of hand sanitizer from a bottle on the nightstand. After some of the literally filthy sex she and Peter’d had, they’d learned to be prepared. “You’re probably confused, since the last time you checked, it was all Medieval Times. Peter texted me about this. He said he and Doctor Strange—that’s a wizard, you both know wizards, right?—they were, are, trying to stop this confluence of time and space that would cause past lives to manifest? I guess they’re getting close to the wire now. Don’t worry, he’ll handle it. Spider-Man always handles this…”

“What were you doing?” Sonja asked suddenly.

Mary Jane flushed with embarrassment as the other Red answered for her. “She was masturbating, obviously!”

“Masturbating?” Sonja asked, confused.

To Mary Jane’s horror, Red got more detailed. “Isn’t it obvious? She was playing with her pussy—pleasing herself by attending to her own clit.”

Sonja looked weirded out. “That’s not a real thing.”

Mary Jane pulled her bedsheets over herself, but Red stopped her—slinging a boot onto the foot of the bed to hold the crumpled sheets in place. “You. Girl. Weren’t you touching yourself?”

“Yes… I suppose I was…” Gulping, Mary Jane covered herself as best she could with her hands, one arm crossing her breasts and one hand over her mons.

“There, see, she’s doing it again!” Red crowed triumphantly.

“No, I’m not, I’m just covering up!”

“Why?” Sonja asked.

“You would ask that.”

Sonja then looked horrified. “Wait, you’ve been giving yourself pleasure? Sexual pleasure? Aren’t you afraid of being smote?”

“Clearly she isn’t,” Red said, looking her over. “Sinful little bint, but at least she isn’t a Turk.”

“She has a husband,” Sonja said. “Why would she touch herself when he could do it for her?”

Red barked a laugh. “Why indeed?”

Mary Jane’d had enough. She yanked the bedsheet out from under Red’s boot, making her double stumble back. “Peter’s busy. He can’t be here all the time.”

“So you touch yourself in his place, even though he isn’t there to enjoy it?” Sonja demanded. “You really are submissive…”

Red beat Mary Jane to the punch. “It’s not for his pleasure, idiot! She does it to satisfy herself!”

“That’s… that’s possible?” Sonja asked, confused. “When you feel lustful, you can… one can…”

“Of course!” Red bellowed with laughter. “Though it’s nothing compared to a good man between your thighs.”

Sonja looked crestfallen. Mary Jane could see this other Red Sonja… or whoever she was… would be no help at all. And she could see from the look on her Sonja’s face that the woman was bursting with curiosity, and anticipation. Hoping to get around the restrictions placed on her. Mary Jane could understand that.

“It’s not nothing,” Mary Jane snapped at Red. “Sometimes, it’s enough to keep you from going out of your mind.”

Sonja looked at Mary Jane hopefully. “Show me. What you were doing before. I didn’t get a good look before you stopped. I need to know—how to do it so well that it’s even… comparable to what he…”

She bit her lip, unable to continue, and MJ blinked. Could it be that Red Sonja had a crush on her hubby? Well, if they were reincarnations of each other, that only made sense. Peter was obviously her soulmate. Why shouldn’t he be Sonja’s as well? Only Sonja obviously couldn’t do anything about that—not least of which because Mary Jane had already filled that position. And if they wanted a unicorn, the Black Cat was at the front of the line.

Mary Jane grinned wickedly. Although including another Mary Jane in her and Peter’s games would be one hell of a way to show Felicia just who the boy’s soulmate really was.

Red saw Mary Jane’s thoughtless smile. “Of course she’ll do it, shameless hussy! You remind me of my sister Roxelana in the harem of Suleyman!”

“I’m a one-woman harem, sister!” Mary Jane snapped at her. She wasn’t going to take this shit from Conan’s girlfriend when her man had stayed happily faithful to her through Black Cats and Silks and White Queens and whatever else the spandex set could throw at them. “Okay, Sonja, take off the chainmail, you’re giving me a rash just looking at you. And Red, you too, if you wanna stay.”

“And why would you not kick me out regardless?” Red demanded.

“It just doesn’t seem keeping with the whole self-love theme we seem to have tonight.”

Mary Jane was going with her urges, her instincts, telling her this weird three-way solo session might as well be what came out of this past-life experience. After all, she’d started the night wanting to come. Her body still needed it. And maybe it was egotistical of her, but having two sexy warrior versions of her around was turning her on some—reminding her of how much she needed to come, as if she could forget with how close she’d been getting to an orgasm before they’d interrupted.

Not that she’d been able to get over the edge. Maybe these two, strange as they were, were like gifts from the Gods of Sex. Sorta like when she’d started dating a guy with super-stamina and built-in bondage dispensers.

Sonja hesitated—still shyer than Mary Jane would’ve anticipated—but Red lost her clothes with a big grin. That spurred Sonja on. She didn’t want to be left out. And so she joined Red in stripping, and beat her to the punch even with Red’s headstart. But then, she didn’t have much to take off.

Mary Jane stared at the gorgeous body of the other her. Thicker muscles, a few more scars, but the same creamy skin, same perfect breasts. Crazy as it sounded, Mary Jane felt a bit jealous. She bet Sonja could put some real firepower into the next creep who tried to take her hostage, let alone the next time Peter wanted to play rough in the bedroom. Mary Jane was submissive by default, but Sonja could probably give him a run for his money, at least. And when she looked down at Sonja’s inviolate sex, a strange feeling fluttered in her stomach. She felt as unsure as Sonja sounded.

“What do I do now?” the other her asked hesitantly.

“Just… go sit down in that chair,” Mary Jane told her, pointing to a rocking chair in the corner. When she sat up to do it, the bedsheet dropped away from her bare chest. She didn’t move to retrieve it, even though she felt Red’s eyes play over her exposed breasts. It made her wonder what was fluttering around in her gut.

Sonja sat in the chair, looking smaller now that she was off her feet, her lithe body flawless as ever, but seeming vulnerable without the fearsome mien given to her by her sword-belt and chainmail. They really came off like the claws and teeth of a savage animal. Without them, Sonja was about as intimidating as… well… Mary Jane.

“Spread your legs open. Then… next, I want you to touch yourself down there. Pretend you’re trying to figure out the shape of yourself, but you can’t look, you can only feel it out with your fingers.”

Mary Jane’s own voice sounded funny to her ears, and no wonder—she’d been hearing variations on it from both Red and Sonja, like they were The Three Faces of Eve, only ginger. But it was also that she was as excited—as hesitant—as anticipating as Sonja. This strange way of taking her own virginity, rediscovering how she’d first explored her body, it fascinated her.

She watched Sonja’s fingers—slender and delicate for such a hardened warrior—page through the red screen of her pubic hair. Cautiously approaching her tender slit. Easing her soft pussy lips out of the way. Mary Jane saw the warm, pink flesh inside, waiting to be filled with sensation, and abruptly she wished it was her own finger that was going to be giving Sonja that delight.

That shocked Mary Jane. She’d never been bicurious in her life. But then, she supposed there was nothing Sapphic about being interested in Sonja. It was more like… high self-esteem. She glanced over at Red and saw that all three of them were equally in agreement about how exciting this innocently sensual exploration of Sonja’s was.

“Am… am I doing it right?” Sonja asked, actually blushing some, as her finger went into her virgin pussy and gave her excited body a sensation to latch onto.

But Mary Jane saw it wasn’t much more than that. Sonja was just inserting her fingertip thoughtlessly into her sex, feeling around as if at random. She spoke without thinking: “Here. I’ll show you.”

Coming out of bed, what remained of her covering dropped from her naked body. Mary Jane padded across the floor to where Sonja sat and knelt before her. Gently, she took Sonja’s hand by the wrist and drew it away from her sex. Sonja’s pussy was a picture-perfect replica of her own, just with more of a pubic thatch—though Mary Jane would hardly expect cavemen to have invented the Brazilian. Still, it was a beauty, gaping nakedly before Mary Jane’s inquisitive eyes. With both hands, she plied one of Sonja’s lips away from the other, letting her see the gleaming pink within her.

Sonja’s clit was so small, hidden so well in its hood, that Mary Jane thought her doppelganger might not even have one. Then she saw the tiny pink tip of the organ peeping out from the top of Sonja’s slit. Evidently, Mary Jane’s wiles worked even on another Mary Jane, because Sonja hadn’t been this aroused when she was touching herself.

Mary Jane wet her forefinger on her tongue. “Touch yourself here,” she said, drawing her fingertip over Sonja’s clit.

Sonja’s body gave a hard jerk. “Ohh!” the other redhead gasped, a look of indelible surprise on her face.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Mary Jane cooed, smiling at her little triumph. “You try it.”

She watched as Sonja’s finger moved down to her clit, the pad of her finger trembling right next to the erect little bud. Mary Jane took hold of Sonja’s wrist again and forced the connection, Sonja’s own finger touching her clit. Her face contorted, teeth biting down on her lower lip.

“OH! OH! OH!” she wailed in little bursts, like a rainstorm that drizzled and stopped and drizzled and stopped.

“Too much?” Mary Jane sympathized. “Here… there’s other things you can do…” Her own pussy seethed as she petted Sonja’s untested womanhood. She wished she could touch herself, but feared that just like touching Sonja’s clit repeatedly, that would be too much for the inexperienced redhead. “Do it. Touch yourself. Put your finger inside your box.”

Sonja’s cheeks colored. “Where… is it?” she stammered out.

Mary Jane had to smile. Poor girl—needing to ask. She should’ve had someone to show her long before now. “Go down another inch or so. Here, I’ll show you…”