One in Five Pt. 3 (Marvel) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Moresome, Cock Worship, Massage Sex

Summary: Part 3 of One in Five. They were happy and Emma Frost was happy. All thanks to Peter Parker. As far as he was concerned, HE was the lucky one, but he was hardly going to refuse when they offered him 'something special'. That something turned out to involve five oiled-up, perfectly-coordinated clone-sisters and a great deal of body contact. 

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The results were in. Peter was going to be a father. Emma Frost was pregnant with his child and his girlfriends, who were actually five telepathic clones of the platinum blonde mutant called the Five-in-One, were thrilled as could be. But then to be fair, those five were the ones who set up the meeting between him and Emma in the first place.

Honestly, after everything that had happened so far, Peter was the one who felt lucky. Blessed, even. Not only had he somehow wound up with five beautiful girlfriends, but they’d then offered him up like a cut of fuckable meat to an absolutely gorgeous bombshell of a woman in Emma Frost. And sure, maybe it was a little weird since she was the closest thing they had to a mother… but it was a good kind of weird.

All of that was to say, Peter didn’t really need any sort of additional bonus or ‘reward’ for what had happened so far. As far as he was concerned, he was the lucky one in their relationship, getting to fuck not one, not two, not five… but six beautiful blondes. Of course, his girlfriends didn’t agree.

“You’re so silly, Peter. Always so quick to self-deprecate, even in your own head.”

“But that’s what we like so much about his, Sophie. He’s a real hero… unlike so many other men.”

Huffing, Sophie turns to Phoebe and rolls her eyes.

“Obviously.”

Peter just grins at them both, feeling a surge of affection. By this point, he understands the individual ‘components’ of the Five- in-One fairly well. He should hope he would, seeing as he’d been dating all of them for a while now. Regardless, Sophie and Phoebe were the most talkative of the bunch. Sophie was usually the dominant personality among the five sisters, but Phoebe was always ready to act as a counterbalance.

Of course, that didn’t mean the other sisters weren’t also distinct in their own ways. Esme, Irma, and Celeste all had their own personality quirks as well, and Peter had come to love each and every one of them, both individually and all together as one unit.

The five blondes all blush a little as they read his affectionate thoughts directly out of his mind. Peter’s grin widens in response, knowing full well that the one thing they WERE all somewhat weak to was praise.

“S-Shut up… ugh, you’re the worst sometimes, Peter…”

“But we love you anyways~”

“Can’t help it at this point, you’re stuck with us.”

“P-Please don’t go…”

“We wouldn’t let you anyways…”

Peter doesn’t let any of their more ominous or self-conscious words get to him. He just smiles broadly at them all, before glancing around the room and finally addressing the situation at hand.

“Alright girls… what are we doing here? There doesn’t seem to be any attendants coming to greet us so I’m not sure if we’re supposed to wait for them or what…”

After news of Emma’s successful pregnancy test had come in, Peter had been overjoyed and thrilled. But not nearly as much as his girlfriends. The Five-in-One had immediately told him to clear out his weekend because they were making plans for something ‘extra special’ for him. Now, Peter had tried to tell them that wasn’t necessary, but they hadn’t taken no for an answer. And so here they all were, the six of them standing in the middle of a Resort & Spa’s private room.

Apparently, Emma had paid for the private plane to take them out to this Island Resort, but she herself hadn’t come… she might show up later, or she might not. She was a busy woman though, so Peter wasn’t holding that against her. Meanwhile, his girls had all insisted on dragging him to the Spa the moment they’d gotten settled in at the Resort… and here they’d been for a few minutes now.

At first Peter thought they were waiting for someone and had begun to wonder where the Resort Staff were. But now, as his words make the Five-in-One all exchange glances with one another, he realizes he was being a little silly. Of course his girls wouldn’t bring him here just for a normal massage… no they would not.

“Strip, Peter. You have to be naked for this next part.”

Sophie’s commanding tone is followed by a blush as she and her sisters all strip as well. Peter watches on in amusement as he gets naked, pulling his shirt and pants off and then his boxers as well for good measure. He doesn’t question them or ask for clarification… he trusts them all implicitly and knows full well that they’ll take care of him, no matter what.

Those thoughts prompt another round of blushing from his psychic girlfriends as all of them continue to pick up on his appreciation and love for them. Once the six of them are all naked, Celeste and Irma break off wordlessly to walk up to him, each starting off by pressing themselves into his side in an open invitation to circle his arms around their waists.

Together, they reach down and stroke his cock with their hands, moaning softly as he quickly returns the favor by slipping two fingers apiece into each of their cunts. Sophie, Phoebe, and Esme, meanwhile, all moan softly as well, even as they make their way over to the side, opening up the cupboards of the Spa Room and pulling out pumps and jars filled with massage oils.

Thankfully, it’s nothing too fragrant. While Peter is pretty sure he doesn’t HAVE allergies anymore ever since he was bitten by that radioactive spider and got superpowers, he also has a very sensitive nose these days, as one part in the package of enhanced senses he got from the bite. But while sometimes he gets a little irritated by certain perfumes and what not, right now the oil is perfectly understated, filling his nostrils but not to the point of being overwhelming.

“Of course not, Peter. You think we don’t know what you like? Silly man.”

Peter can only offer a sheepish smile in response to that. They were right, after all. Had the Five-in-One come around to him wearing too fragrant of a perfume even a single time? No, they had not. Clearly they were already well aware of his senses… and his preferences.

Without missing a beat, Sophie, Phoebe, and Esme all begin pumping out lotion and oil onto their hands before then taking it to their beautiful naked bodies. The nubile blondes make quite a show of it too, moaning wantonly as they all stare right at Peter, forcing him to alternate between looking into each of their eyes. They might be the Five-in-One, but they’re still five distinct girls, for all that they share so much. Peter would never ignore one of them at the expense of the others, not for any reason.

Meanwhile, Celeste and Irma both escalate as well, moving from giving him a handjob to sliding down to their knees on either side of his now throbbing member. Sticking out their tongues, they begin to run them up and down either side of his cock, while their hands move to his balls, groping and massaging his nut sack in perfect unison.

The experience is phenomenal to say the least. But, as they would say… they’re just getting started. This is all foreplay right now, preparing for the main event. Finally, once Sophie, Phoebe, and Esme are all properly oiled up, Celeste and Irma break away wordlessly, leaving his cock tingling with the feeling of one last lick from the both of them as they pull back and rise to their feet.

As the oiled up three saunter forward, the unoiled two move to get oiled up as well. Meanwhile, Sophie, Phoebe, and Esme all come upon him and press their bodies into his body in the same way that the other two had done previously. Only, this time there’s a much slicker sensation as their soft bodies rub up and down his, transferring the oil and lotion over to him and making the whole situation incredibly… frictionless.

Once they’ve surrounded him, the three begin walking him over to a nearby bed. Peter hasn’t had many massages in his life, but this has to be the most sensual, erotic massage that anyone has ever gotten… ever. And he’s not being hyperbolic when he thinks that either, because he’s pretty sure no one else has had five identical telepaths all working to massage him at the same time.

Laid out on his back in short order, Peter just watches on in amusement and enjoys the ride so to speak. Celeste and Irma soon join the other three, and with that it becomes something of a competitive but also cooperative push between the five of them as they all rub themselves on his body. Massaging him not with their hands, but with their breasts and their bellies and their legs. Working their way along his limbs, his torso, even his head.

Peter sighs and lets his eyes drift shut for a moment as Sophie rubs her tits against the back of his head. He assumes the oils and lotions they’re using are fine to get mixed in with hair, though he’s pretty sure he’s going to look like an old fashioned greaser by the end of this all the same. Still, he’s not complaining. It all feels… absolutely amazing.

He could definitely get used to this, even if it’s only for a weekend and-

“Phoebe!”

Peter’s eyes drift open right as one of the five blondes climbs on top of him. He recognizes Phoebe as the culprit just before she drops herself down onto his cock. With all the oil and lotion, it doesn’t matter how tight she is, in the end. She slides right down to the base of his member right then and there on the spot, tossing her head back and moaning in the process.

Sophie’s irritation and frustration are both palpable behind his head, but Peter just reaches up and grabs hold of her by the hair. It’s not often he gets to catch one of his telepathic girlfriends by surprise, but when they’re in the midst of an internal argument with another one of his telepathic girlfriends, Peter tends to slip through the cracks.

Before she can get too heated, he pulls Sophie down into an upside down kiss, their mouths smashing together and their tongues wrestling with one another despite the awkward positioning. Sophie’s anger flees as swiftly as it arrived, while Phoebe slowly begins to slide herself up and down his cock. The lack of friction makes for a strange experience. Still pleasurable, but also strange all the same.

The other three members of the Five-in-One continue their massaging efforts after a brief pause, with Sophie’s anger defused and Phoebe getting her way, they simply focus on providing him pleasure and waiting their own turns. They don’t need to worry about him getting too tired for them, after all. Being who he is, Peter can easily fuck all five of the blonde clones one after the other and still have plenty of gas in the tank to go for several more rounds afterwards.

With that in mind, he continues to kiss Sophie for the entirety of Phoebe’s ride, knowing full well that the only way to make them both happy is to keep them both thoroughly distracted. The two of them swap spit until Phoebe finally manages to milk him of his load, her pussy walls clenching and flexing around his cock for the umpteenth time before he spills his seed inside of her at long last.

As soon as he’s finished with Phoebe, however, Peter leaps into action. Letting go of Sophie’s head, releasing her from their extended lip lock, he springs up from the massage table. All six of them, him included, are thoroughly oiled up at this point. Glistening rather spectacularly in the light of the massage room, they all look great.

Peter, of course, relies upon his supernatural balance to keep from slipping and sliding all over the floor. The others aren’t quite so lucky and as he rises from the table among them, he realizes they’re all leaning on the table for support to keep from falling on their asses or faces. Hm… he could work with that.

“Bend over.”

Phoebe, of course, understands that the command isn’t for her. She lounges back on the table that he just vacated and fingers her creampied pussy, much to the jealousy of her sisters. The other four members of the Five-in-One however quickly follow Peter’s order, though the look Sophie gives him makes it clear she won’t be amused if he doesn’t fuck her next.

Smirking, Peter moves into position behind the most dominant of his girlfriends, knowing full well that the others won’t mind him fucking Sophie first. Actually, they probably didn’t mind him fucking Phoebe much either, given that their shared mental link meant they were all able to enjoy it almost as much as their sister did.

Indeed, as he sinks himself into Sophie and begins fucking her from behind right there against the massage table, the others all moan in unison with her, echoing and mirroring her wanton moans as she bounces her hips back against him and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh rapidly fills the room. He doesn’t hold anything back either, and in the end Sophie is only the start of his resulting conquest.

One by one, he makes his way around the massage table, easily keeping his footing even while the girls are all struggling with their own. He fucks Sophie first, and then Esme and Celeste and Irma. By the time he’s fucked all five of them, they’re all ready for some more fun… but at this point, there’s probably a bit too much oil around for it to even be fun anymore.

That’s okay though, because that just means the six of them get to retire to the massage room’s adjourning private bath. Why there’s a large, roman-style bath right next to a massage parlor, Peter couldn’t say. But then to be fair, this is a Resort & Spa… decadence is the name of the game.

In the end, he’s not complaining… not one bit. Sure, maybe the heroic part of him itches at being away from New York for the weekend… but if there’s one thing the Five-in-One have taught him how to do, it’s how to take some ‘him time’ once in a while. For just one weekend… he would rest and reset. With the help of his girls, he would recharge his batteries and be back in action come Monday all the better for it.

In the meantime… he certainly wouldn’t be bored, that was for sure.