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The Gwen Stacy Syndrome	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 39313 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man, nor the characters in the franchise. I make no money from publishing this story.

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They laid down in the same bed that night, but only Peter slept. With the patience of a thief, the patience of a hunter, the women waited for Peter to slumber. It didn’t take long. His work-day was long and arduous. Once he was out of it, they turned on each other like hungry animals.
They kissed and petted, explored each other’s bodies for every inch of softness, whispered in the other’s ear every filthy thing in their imaginations, came once, twice, three times with Peter none the wiser. After two hours, they’d gone simply as hot as they could go. They’d crossed the Rubicon. Reached the point of no return.
“Are you ready?” Felicia asked Ana conversationally, louder than even the muffled cries of her climaxes had been. Ana nodded eagerly.
Leaving the engine running on Ana, one hand still hungrily rubbing Ana’s thigh, Felicia leaned over to Peter’s side of the bed. She drew the sheets down his still body, then his boxers down his slender legs. Her long, silken fell from her bent shoulders, down to drape over his exposed manhood. Felicia bent to that, soft pink lips giving way to a hot red tongue. It slithered like a snake onto his upper thigh, tracing a scar left long ago. Felicia thought it was lucky. Lucky because if it were any higher, her tongue would have nowhere to go.
As Ana watched with bated breath, and Peter’s breathing similarly pitched, Felicia traveled to Peter’s organ. It stirred with the playing of her tongue on his wrinkled sack, then began to assume the shape of a ready weapon as her kisses left trace of saliva on his inner thighs, his lower belly, the base of his shaft. His cock was soon an inch longer than it had been when she started. It did not stop growing.
“Yes,” Ana said, her body shaking now, a transcendent feeling spilt through her. “Yes!”
Felicia sucked one of Peter’s large testicles into her mouth, massaging it in its warming scrotum with her teeth and tongue. When it started to pulse against her lips, she spat out the soaked flesh and captured Peter’s other ball. Peter’s awakening manhood reared through her hair. Ana could barely look away, barely see Peter’s face as his brow furrowed, his head moving restlessly from one end of his pillow to the other.
Then Felicia brushed her hair back behind her ears, opened her lips wide, and took Peter not only into her mouth, but down her throat.
Peter moaned, muttered under her breath. His cock was molten lead, ready to cool into hard metal inside Felicia’s nice wet pussy. Precum began to pull into Felicia’s mouth as Ana moved in, kissing at Felicia’s cheek, Peter’s pubic hair, trying to get the woman’s tongue in her mouth, or the man’s cock—anything.
Felicia pushed her aside. She sucked harder and faster, knowing Peter was really enjoying her work. She was as hot as he was hard, and something about sucking on a sleeping man, while he was still and vulnerable, made her pussy twinge. She knew it would be amazing once he woke up and fucked her.
Peter moaned, but his eyes were still shut as he twisted under Felicia’s mouth. “God, you know how to suck cock, Cat. Jesus Christ, you should give lessons!”
Felicia smiled around his prick, glad he hadn’t said the redhead’s name. As much as she too loved Mary Jane, it was good to know that when it came to a little head, she was the first thought on his mind.
All good things, though. She pulled back, his cock popping out of her mouth, and his straining, unspent pleasure brought Peter out of his stupor. He blinked away, staring down in shock that slowly gave way to understanding as Felicia crawled back on top of Ana. Delivering Peter’s taste to the huntress’s mouth.
“Your hotel,” Peter said, “has one hell of a wake-up call.”
“Funny you should mention that,” Felicia replied, moving down Ana’s tensed body. She pried apart the girl’s legs. “Ana’s turn now.”

The pounding in Felicia’s ears was soon trapped by Ana’s thighs. She drove her tongue into the young woman’s slit, loving the slick feeling of wetness-against-wetness. Her own thighs were spread, her own hand knowing exactly how to please her.
“I love it, I love it!” Ana cried, trying in vain to hold back her cries with her fist against her mouth. “Oh, God, how can it be so good without a man--?”
“Ask a silly question,” Felicia sighed, running her hands over Ana’s bottom, her tongue between her labia.
Looking up into the huntress’s eyes, she could see Ana’s thoughts running in dizzy circles. Ana was trapped by the feel of Felicia on her, chilled warmth in the darkness, smooth breasts running over her thighs, following the hungry mouth hunting in her femininity for anything sweet and succulent.
Then Felicia felt Peter moving behind her, hands squeezing her ass, massaging her thighs, opening up her legs for his knees to settle between—a pregnant pause as he stopped touching her with one hand, but it was just so he could align his cock with her sex. Felicia imagined it: eating out Ana while Peter fucked her from behind. Who cared if they called it doggy style?
Still, there was the Felicia that was impulsive and there was the Felicia that stayed out of prison, used sex as a weapon, would not let even her beloved Spider-Man get in her way. And this wasn’t a fuck. It was a plan.
“No,” Felicia said, twisting onto her side and resting her head right on Ana’s pubis to look back at Peter.
Peter stood there with his dick in his hands, literally. “What?”
“No. As in, no means no? I don’t want to have sex with you.”
Well, this is a first. Impressive survival instincts kept Peter from going with that quip. Besides, he was too confused to make with the funny. “You were literally just going down on me.”
“And now I’m literally not. What are you gonna do? Sue me?”
Peter looked like he was about ready to tear his hair out, but he was too good a guy to press the issue. “Okay, I—yeah, I’m assuming if your apartment has hot running water, it’s also got a cold shower.”
“Oh, very cold,” Felicia said. “But if it were me, I’d just have sex with Ana. You’d be fine with that, wouldn’t you Annie?”
“I am ready to receive your—“ Felicia pinched the Kravinoff girl, intimately. “Yes. I am.”
“You want me to have sex with Ana,” Peter said, partly uncomprehending, partly comprehending all too well.
“I know I am,” Felicia said, and turned over, slipping over Ana to stretch out against the headboard, putting her magnificent ass on display.
She gave it a slap and Ana obeyed, followed, crawling on all fours to Felicia’s rump as the Cat jutted it out for her. Wiggled so the rounded cheeks bunched together. Ana took hold of her hips and kissed the buoyant bulge like it was one giant set of lips.
“Mmm, Ana,” Felicia purred, twisting her ass into and away from the woman’s kisses. “I can tell you’ve been ‘Kraven’…”
Ana was on her hands and knees, bowing to Felicia who bowed to the headboard. Peter knelt behind them on the mattress. Like he would reach out to pet an animal, he extended his hand until it made contact with the gently moving flesh of Ana’s swaying ass. His palm rubbed over the sweet, silken texture. His eyes riveted themselves to the pink set of lips underneath. His other hand began to stroke himself.
Ana slipped her hand around Felicia’s hips, running over the martini-chilled smoothness until she got to the soft hair of the thief’s cunt. She fingered it for Felicia as she licked the satiny flesh of her lover’s ass. It was unclear which was making Felicia squirm and whimper more.
“Between the cheeks!” Felicia gasped. “See what it tastes like when Spider fucks me in the ass!”
Eagerly, Ana pushed her tongue into the crack of Felicia’s ass, licking her way to the fiery pucker of Felicia’s hole. Black Cat cried out throatily. “Lick my asshole! Tongue me in my tight little ass! Yes! Oh, hell yes!”
Peter’s left hand continued to stroke Ana’s buttocks, mapping it just as his right hand did back forth along the length of his manhood. But at Felicia’s nigh-orgasmic outburst, he stopped like a man woken from a trance. Had to blink twice to get his bearing.
He was naked. The two women were naked. His cock was hard and eager in his hand and Ana’s cunt was right in front of him.
“I never could say no to you,” he said, positioning himself behind Ana, then lunging forward.
Ana had been so intent on one prey that she’d forgotten the other. She’d been nearly overwhelmed by the succulent flesh before her eager mouth—the timid resistance of Felicia’s opening anus, then the sweet taste of her pleasure—that Peter’s caress of her own ass almost hadn’t consciously registered. Now she felt the pressure of his hardened cock against her sex, so thoughtfully lubricated by Felicia, and she had only the barest of moments to rejoice that it was her alpha before he thrust inside her with a spear of rock-hard flesh.
Her claiming was long and ecstatic. The climax was distant, but when it finally arrived with the light of the dawn, Ana could’ve sworn that all three of them came at once.
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