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He pulled out quick, giving his cock to Felicia’s pussy for the second blast. Then, even as he slotted himself into Mary Jane, he huffed hot breath in sound release, his exhale blistering the back of her neck.

“Mine!” he repeated, feeling a throb around his cock as the woman’s very body agreed with him.

“Yours!” Felicia concurred when he was inside her, painting the walls of her ass.

For moment after moment he railed them with his spurting length, until his cum was everywhere, gluing the three of them together and puddling on the mattress beneath them. Mary Jane and Felicia could do nothing but coo, thick oozing runs of his semen awash between their buttocks and sloshing inside their thighs.

“All… of… it…” Peter moaned, splashing the last of his ejaculation on the women’s conjoined hips, as if to mark them physically as he’d already imprinted himself so searingly on their memories.

Then he fell beside them, his full weight pushing the bed to the last groaning note of its endurance.

Still locked in the position he’d pumped them in, front to back on their bellies, Felicia and Mary Jane reached out to wrap arms around Peter, awkwardly holding him on the same side of his body.

Felicia wrapped her arms around his neck. Mary Jane let her weight pull her down Felicia’s sweat-slippery back until she arrested her descent by embracing Peter’s waist. The three of them lay there for the longest time, as if afraid to move and disrupt the lingering delirium they’d shared.

Finally, Peter rolled onto his back, forcing Mary Jane and Felicia to move with him to stay comfortable. They did. Neither of them came away from his body. Halfway asleep, they were still as subservient to him as they’d been in the heat of sex. Mary Jane thrust herself onto his body, sandwiching Felicia between them. She slipped down out of the way until she was in Peter’s lap, her breasts surrounding his cock. MJ embraced him and Felicia happily reached up, over all his toned musculature, to squeeze his firm shoulders.

Peter reached out with his right hand and played it over to the satiny bodies that enveloped him, stirring the light film of sweat that seemed to spread uninterrupted over both women.

It didn’t surprise him that his cock was still rock-hard, throbbing with life and with need. He would have happily mounted them again and fucked Mary Jane, or Felicia, or both, but he couldn’t allow them to know too much about his capabilities. Instead, he lay there, relishing the memories he’d just made.

Mary Jane purred as his touch ran from Felicia to her, snuggling deeper into her embrace with him.

“I’m sorry I called you a slut,” Peter said to her. “You’re not, you’re beautiful. Both of you. It was just the heat of the moment—”

“And the fact that we’re sluts?” Felicia quipped.

“You’re not sluts,” Peter assured them painstakingly.

“For a cock this big, any woman would be a slut,” Mary Jane retorted. Even Gwen, she thought privately, recalling the woman she and Felicia were trying to erase from Peter’s affections.

“Mmm,” Felicia moaned in agreement, kissing Peter’s abs one by one. “And for those of us who are already sluts… us poor, impressionable girls could find ourselves addicted to a cock that does what yours does.”

Mary Jane’s head twisted downward sharply to see what the hell Felicia was talking about. “Ha! You’re a trip, Felicia. So sarcastic.”

“Who’s being sarcastic?” Felicia asked, rubbing her face lovingly in the sweat that glistened on Peter’s belly, providing salty tastiness to her tongue as it ran between his abs. “Some men won’t give me the time of day, so fuck them—or not. Fuck me, Peter Parker. Whenever you want, wherever you want. You just give me a ring and I’ll come right over. And over and over again.”

Peter exhaled an uncomfortable laugh. “Well, I don’t know if… certain parties would like me having a booty call.”

“Please, Peter, that’s so… urban. Think of it as having a sex slave.” Her eyes met Mary Jane’s. “And if someone has a problem with that, you’ll just have to think about what you’d like more. A bunch of girlfriend drama or sex, no-strings attached. However you want… and anything you like.”

“Gwen wouldn’t like that,” Mary Jane said noncommittally—not sure if it was worth getting rid of the blonde to replace her with this… nymph.

Felicia laughed huskily. “Majority rules. I like it. Peter likes it. And MJ, don’t you like it? I’ve had so much fun with you already; I’d hate to think you weren’t having a good time.”

“I… I…”

But Felicia spared her from answering, noticing that while Peter’s manhood might be hanging between his thighs, it was anything but soft. “I think Peter really likes it.”

She shifted down Peter’s body, breasts brushing his legs, kissing the sperm-soaked wiggles of his pubic hair, before laying her head down on his thigh to watch his manhood up close. She tip-toed two fingers along his length, watching with wide-eyed delight as his shaft started to rise, like an eager pet desperate for her affectionate touch.

“And he’s about to show us how much he likes it. How about it, Peter? Have I been a good little sex slave? Or do you need to punish me?”

“I think that’s more of a reflex action than anything else at this point,” Peter sputtered desperately, sure Mary Jane had to be wondering what he was doing being so hard after she’d just gotten so much cum from him.

If anyone knew how the average guy was incapable of that—and maybe even how a superhero could manage it—it’d be these two… almost-sluts.

“I couldn’t possibly… I mean, I’m just so tired…” He faked a yawn.

“What do you say we wake him up, MA?” Felicia cooed to Mary Jane.

“That’s MJ.”

“Whatever.”

Peter’s phone jangled its way along his nightstand before they could keep going. Peter desperately grabbed it up, reading the text from Jolly Jonah that brighted off the screen. Through the invectives about Peter’s laziness and incompetence, Peter got the impression that there was an emergency situation and he had to get pictures of it.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said.

“Gwen?” Mary Jane asked shrilly.

“No,” Peter assured her, struggling out of their arms and off the bed, wrestling his way into his clothes and trying to tamp down his arousal before Felicia was any more convinced that he had a second wind in him. “It’s a work thing. I need the money, y’know!”

“Don’t you just hate to eat and run?” Felicia quipped, pouting in exaggerated disappointment. “Then again, maybe more men should take off as soon as they go soft…”

She started to snake a hand around Mary Jane, who threw it off and rolled out of bed to stand beside Peter. “You honestly need money that bad?” she asked, hands on her hips, showing off her full, luscious body with all the aplomb she knew it deserved.

“I’ll… I’ll grab an espresso on the way there. That’ll keep me going a few more hours. You and Felicia, you rest. You must be dog-tired if I was doing my job right…”

Mary Jane still didn’t trust this sudden shift. What was behind it? A sudden feeling of disloyalty to Gwen? It had to be every man’s fantasy to have this happen to him; Peter was acting like he wanted it over as quickly as possible.

It was enough to make her wonder if he was gay… no, no man could be secretly thinking about other guys when she and Felicia had been doing all that. It had to be just Peter’s stupid secret. She was tempted to just shout out that she knew, it was fine, he didn’t have to keep pretending to be simply above-average when she knew he was amazing. Spectacular, even.

But then Felicia would know and she was already too close to Peter for comfort. All that shit about being his sex slave—even MJ was too dignified for that. But Felicia seemed to get off on it. How was she supposed to compete with that? Tell Peter she loved him? All that goo-goo stuff was Gwen’s bag.

So here she was, not as romantic as Gwen and not as sexy as Mary Jane. Once more, MJ felt like she wasn’t enough.

“Hey,” Peter said, noticing her sadness and bumping her chin upward with a curled finger. “I’ll be back in a bit. Maybe then we can go for round two. Or at least cuddle.”

Mary Jane lowered her voice. “And what if Felicia doesn’t want to wait around that long?”

“Won’t that be just too bad?” Peter said ironically, his own voice lowered so that Felicia couldn’t overhear.

He kissed her on the cheek, blew a kiss to Felicia, then he was out the door.

“Well, that’s that,” Felicia said, stretching catlike as she came off the bed. “Sorry, MJ, but you promised me a big dick and now that that’s off the table…”

Mary Jane sat down on the bed. “Oh, you think that I wanted to—”

“I know you wanted to. But… ‘been there, done that.’ Unless you wanted to offer me a little something new…”

Mary Jane rolled her eyes. “I’m not in the mood.”

Felicia tsked. “I suggest you figure out how to get in the mood, now that Peter has me in his DMs. He’s not going to settle for the look on your pretty face while you tell him you’ve got a headache.”

Mary Jane threw a pillow at her.