Wardrobe Malfunction Part 4

This picks up exactly where the last part left off.

The three of them continued to lay around on the couch, now left with only the sound of their own breathing now that the television had been switched off. There was a lot of exhausted panting… from two of the voices.

Peter looked either side of him at the girls. “Wait, are you two already tired? I thought you were supposed to be a superspy and a supernaturally talented and beautiful young woman—”

“Shut up,” Yelena groaned in her accented English. “Do you know how tiring this position is? It takes so much eeefort to lift my hips up and drop them down and push my pussy forward at the SAME time—”

Yelena gasped as she was grabbed and flipped over the edge of the couch. Her stomach was on the armrest and her ass was raised as Peter pushed her forward.

“What about this position?” Peter asked innocently. “It shouldn’t take any effort. It’s perfect if you’re tired.”

“Wait!” Yelena said. “If you put it in me now my pussy will DIE!”

Peter thrusted. He made Yelena’s glorious ass clap as he fucked her in her bent over state. Even though Yelena said her pussy would meet its demise, Peter thought that it had never felt more alive. She was basically gushing all over his penis every time he moved.

“It seems like you’re loving this,” he said. “That’s weird. I thought you were too tired.”

“Fuck you!” Yelena gasped.

Peter grabbed her hair. The way it was cut was pretty short but it didn’t matter if Peter couldn’t grab it. He just needed to touch it with his palm to make it stick to him.

He pulled Yelena’s neck back and arched her back. She had a better ass than Kate so fucking her from behind was one of his favorite things. It was hard to get one on one time with either of his girls though. Usually, the other one would jump in and start getting in the way, bickering about who got to go first, who got to swallow Peter’s cum, and that kind of thing.

When he looked over his shoulder he saw that Kate was just watching. Her eyes looked unusually big. She was just as sore downstairs as Yelena was, and she instinctively knew that her turn was coming up next. She caught Peter looking at her.

“By all means! Take her as a sacrifice!” Kate said. “It doesn’t matter to me if she never walks again. Better her than me, you know?” She laughed nervously.

Peter picked Yelena up with his superstrength. He stood up, still fucking her and holding her by the back of the head, and turned around so that Yelena was facing Kate.

“Doesn’t it look fun though?” Peter said. “I’ll make sure you make the same face when it’s your turn.”

Yelena’s tongue was out of her mouth and she was cross eyed. She looked like a druggie getting her fix, not a superheroine enjoying her time off. Her pussy was gushing all over the floor. Kate was sore from their earlier sex but she started touching herself when she had to watch Yelena getting banged.

“Are you mad?” Kate asked.

It was the same question Peter had been asked while they were teasing him.

Honestly, he wasn’t mad. It’s not like he was doing this as some kind of revenge. He just realized that he didn’t like getting ganged up on, even when it wasn’t done with bad intentions. 

Usually Kate and Yelena were at each other’s throats, and it was his job to calm them both down. But now after he’d become such a media sensation, they had joined forces to tease him instead. While sitting on the couch, noticing how exhausted they were while he still felt fine, Peter came to a realization. 

He still wanted to be in control. The way he managed them under regular conditions wasn’t JUST about stopping their fighting. He… might have a kink.

Ah well, it’s not like he was hurting anyone. Except maybe Yelena’s pussy, and Kate’s in the future.

“Superhumans really are different…” Kate said.

She was looking at the rate and Ferocity that Peter was fucking Yelena with. To him, Yelena was as light as a kitten given his enhanced strength. Peter could literally use her body like a toy. 

Yelena’s arms were sticking out straight and hanging loosely. Her toes didn’t touch the ground. She was pretty short despite being such an accomplished fighter. Diminutive in height, thick in her thighs and ass, and with a pretty face. She really was the perfect Russian sex toy. She had even been trained in seduction techniques while in the Red Room. Obviously, she didn’t have a chance to use them now. Peter idly wondered if some kind of injection or drug had been used to make her pussy feel this good.

“She’s cumming,” Kate said.

Yelena’s womanly flower puckered around Peter’s dick. He felt her cum all over his dick. A loud effeminate moan left the lips of the almost tomboyish ex-spy. 

Peter let go of her. Yelena slid off of his dick, which still hadn’t cum. She collapsed on the floor with her chin landing on the couch. Peter flipped her onto her back. The back of her head was leaning on the couch cushions. Peter lined his dick up with her lips and started fucking her face.

“Glauck!” “Glauck!”“Glauck!”

Yelena wasn’t really sucking his dick, she was just being used as a hole. Her eyes closed. The elasticity of the cushion made sure that her head bounced forward again every time Peter pushed it back.

“I can’t fucking take this!” Kate said.

Knowing she was next in line made everything even hotter. She was already cumming from masturbation. Her thick thighs were clenched around her hand to push her fingers deeper inside of her. Every sound Yelena made turned Kate on more. 

While Kate squirted on her fingers, Peter got ready to feed Yelena another round of cum. Her eyes were shut and her makeup was messed up. Yelena liked eyeliner, but right now it was smudged all over the underside of her eyes. There were tears leaving her eyes and spit trailing from her mouth. 

Peter grabbed her head while reactivating his sticky powers. Yelena’s head was rendered stationary. He thrusted again and flattened Yelena’s nose against his pelvis. She couldn’t breathe at all with her nose in that state, given that his meat was stretching her throat.

“GLUUUUUUUUUU—RRRK!” Yelena exclaimed.

Peter’s dick twitched a bunch of times in succession, pumping thick loads down into her. 

He gave her so much to suck on that when he pulled his dick out, it was white all over after marinating in the cum filling Yelena’s mouth. More trails of cum escaped over her lower lip. Yelena kept her eyes closed so it was impossible to tell if she was still conscious or if she’d been knocked out. Despite having her face decimated, she was smiling.

Peter lifted one hand and beckoned Kate. She gulped. 

“Maybe… I should go on top?” she said.

“You were earlier,” Peter said. “Plus… you don’t actually want that.”

Kate didn’t disagree. He had called her bluff.

She started to get up. As soon as she came a little closer, Peter grabbed her faster than she could react.

He dragged her off of the couch over Yelena’s head and pinned Kate against the floor. He put her on her back, pinning her arms and laying on top of her. Kate could feel his wet dick resting on her stomach. It reminded her how big Peter was; he basically came up to her belly button.

All of it was going to go inside of her… but not her pussy.

Before moving things on, Peter put his head down and bit Kate’s knockers. They were better than Yelena’s so they were his favorite to suck on. His jaw was just as powerful as his limbs were. He bit her nipples as if he was a spider feasting on a fly. Kate’s natural reaction was to lift one of her knees and rub it on the bottom of Peter’s shaft to stimulate his dick. He grinned and rolled her over.

As soon as Kate was on her stomach Peter webbed her wrists and ankles down to the floor. His dick was covered in slippery juices after all the things he had done to Yelena. Peter put his hands on Kate’s ass and pulled the cheeks apart.

“Wait, are you going to—” Kate said.

Peter pounded her ass without hesitation

“Holy shit! Of fuck! Fuck fuck Fuck!” Kate wailed. 

Since her body was webbed down she could barely squirm. She was trapped in a prone position while he used her asshole like a toy. Her pussy quickly started squirting.

“You guys don’t have to be jealous,” Peter said.

“How can we not be?” Kate gasped. “Every woman in New York… Is lusting after our man!”

“Let them,” Peter said. “I can’t think of any ass I’d rather have.”

That statement extended to Yelena’s throat and pussy too of course. And every other part of these two. They were his girls. They shouldn’t even feel the need to mark their territory, because he’d never stray away from them anyway.

“You two need to think things through and LISTEN TO ME sometimes,” Peter said. “You never needed to convince me you were mine in the first place. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.”

“Not even Wanda?” Kate croaked.

“Never,” Peter said.

“What about Pepper Potts?” Yelena asked. Apparently, she was awake and listening.

“Hard no,” Peter said. 

“What about—” Kate started to say.

Peter covered her mouth. He put his middle finger inside her lips for her to suck on. The entire time he kept fucking her ass while her pussy kept gushing its essence.

“Stop naming names,” he said. “I don’t care who you say. The answer is staying the same.”

He wouldn’t even go back to MJ. He was grateful for what they had shared… but Kate and Yelena understood him in ways only other exceptional individuals could. They weren’t just a team who got horny for each other. Peter would say it: this was love.

And what better way is there to show love than some good ol’ anal devastation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kate screamed. She couldn’t ask anymore hypotheticals if she wanted to now. All she could do was wail about the things that Peter was doing between her cheeks. 

Yelena came over to watch. She hugged Peter from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder. It would have been a chaste gesture of affection if not for the semen that was still on her face. Peter could smell his own scent wafting out of her mouth. 

Yelena’s eyes were fixed down watching Kate’s ass cheeks shake. Her hands roved Peter’s chest and caressed his muscles. Peter could feel himself bumping Yelena’s thick thighs when he pulled his hips back to thrust.

“YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK ME IN HALF!” Kate howled.

Peter was pretty sure he was going to make her asshole permanently wider by the time he was done, if it wasn’t already. He was ravaging it in a way neither of them would ever forget.

Kate’s pussy started to spew clear essence all over the hard floor of their hideout. In Peter’s ear, Yelena whispered: “Give it to her.”

Yelena had monopolized every load so far, with the exception of the one that they shared after it shot up in the air. This was the first time today Peter would be cumming inside of one of Kate’s holes. Her ass felt more intimate than doing it in Yelena’s throat had.

“Take it,” Peter growled.

He poured out all the cum he could and filled in Kate’s asshole with the white torrent. Yelena moaned with pleasure just from watching Kate twitch. She started biting Peter’s neck, and Peter used one of his hands to stroke the side of Yelena’s face. Kate was still twitching and sucking on the finger of Peter’s second hand. You could hear her pussy expunging more squirts of womanly juice.

Most importantly, by filling in Kate’s ass and Yelena’s throat, Peter had delivered his intentions in a way words never could. He was saying:

These two are my girls, and they’re all the woman I could ever need. Yelena and Kate sensed it too. Which was probably why each of them wore dopey, silly smiles as they basked in the afterglow.