Alls-Well-That-Ends-Well-Witcher-3 by Cambrian “Triss and I have been talking and we came to the conclusion that we’ve fought over you for far too long, Geralt. Why fight, when we can just share you instead?” As Geralt follows Yennefer down the hall, he grunts, feeling like the question HAS to be some sort of trap. Yennefer of Vengerberg and Triss Merigold. The two women he would say have always been closest to his heart. The Witcher had had many ladies grace his bed over the years, but it was Yen and Triss that he found himself coming ba…
Another day, another detention. Except this time, things were a bit different. It was after school hours, of course, and the classroom was locked up nice and tightly with the blinds closed shut. Sue and Natasha were in the back of the room behind a divider getting ready, and Peter… Peter was sat at the teacher’s desk, pretending to go over paperwork and trying to ignore his raging hard-on as he listens to the girlish giggles coming from two beautiful older women a few dozen feet away.
Why had he agreed to this? So far, it was just plain torture. Honestly, if they didn’t come out soon, Peter was going to go over there and MAKE them come out. He-
“Professor Parker? You wanted to see us?”
And just like that, they’re in front of him, and Peter is staring at them both wide-eyed for a moment, suddenly knowing exactly why he’d agreed to this. It was all just a small bit of roleplay, of course… in which the roles were to be reversed. Peter was the teacher, while Natasha and Sue were going to play at being his naughty, slutty students in need of a good spanking apiece.
A bit laughable given the difference in age between them and him perhaps, but Peter couldn’t deny that the results were… stunning. His high school had a cheerleader uniform that could by itself be called a little bit slutty. It was one of those two-piece uniforms, a frilly short skirt in the high school’s colors, as well as a small crop top. It showed off plenty of midriff, as well as the girls’ arms, and plenty of leg for good measure.
But what happened when you stuck two gorgeous babes nearly twice Peter’s age into said uniforms? Well for one, they didn’t fit very well. But that hadn’t stopped either Sue or Natasha, and both had proven to be extremely adaptable. Yes, the cheerleader uniforms they were both now wearing were tight… but they’d made some adjustments so that the tightness was sexy, more skimpy than ill-fitted. Their tits were practically falling out of their tops, and though Peter couldn’t exactly see behind them at the moment, their asses probably weren’t fully covered by the short skirts they were wearing.
Put succinctly, they looked absolutely spectacular, and Peter’s mouth was dry and shit, he’d forgotten the role he was supposed to be playing here. Both Natasha and Sue are looking at him with knowing smiles, even as Peter blinks dumbly and then clears his throat, blushing a little and feeling slightly sheepish.
Natasha, as always, is understanding, leaning forward over the desk and giving Peter a wink.
“It’s alright Peter, we know how we look. Wanna start over?”
Swallowing thickly, his shaft positively throbbing in his pants, Peter just nods. Leaning back, Natasha steps away with Sue for a moment, moving to the locked door of the classroom, and then turning and walking right back over to his desk, like they’d just come in. Once again, Sue is the one who speaks up, the blonde woman playing the part of preppy, slutty cheerleader perfectly, even down to the light bounce in her step that has her tits jiggling for a moment after she finally comes to a stop.
“Hi Professor Parker, you wanted to see us?”
This time, Peter is more in control of himself… and he has every intention of maintaining control of the situation from here on out. He reminds himself that he’s seen both of these women at their core. They’re a pair of horny, desperate bitches who want his dick inside of them both as much if not more than he wants to stick it in the two of them.
Sitting back in his chair, ‘Professor’ Parker adopts a stern look as he eyes both ‘cheerleaders’ up and down for a moment, before gesturing to the seats directly across from his desk.
“Those uniforms look to be a couple two sizes too small for you ladies… but no matter. Have a seat, both of you.”
Natasha, playing the vivacious red head to Sue’s preppy blonde gives a salacious grin and a wink as she follows Sue over to the pair of chairs.
“Thanks for noticing, Prof~”
Peter doesn’t allow himself to react beyond lifting one eyebrow in response, and he keeps his stern face about him, even after the girls have sat down. Once they’re both seated at their own respective desks in the front row of the classroom, only then does Peter stand up, rising from his chair and walking around the teacher’s desk to lean back against the front of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looks to Sue and then Natasha. Sue squirms and Natasha just continues to smile, both of them playing up their ‘characters’ to a tee.
“Now, because you asked nicely, this isn’t a formal detention. However, I’m sure you both know why you’re here, all the same. Spending all of your time on your phones in class isn’t hurting me… it’s hurting you. You’re both failing… and if you can’t manage to get an A in my class by the end of the semester, you’ll both have to repeat the year entirely.”
Peter speaks matter-of-factly and with a sense of finality, trying to put as much gravitas in his voice as he can manage, using every ounce of masculinity he has to try to push his phony point home. Both ‘cheerleaders’ react to his information in some sort of negative way. Sue’s eyes go wide and she gasps in horror, while Natasha’s smile drops, replaced by an angry scowl. Neither of them are hearing what they want to hear, obviously.
“O-Oh but Professor, if I have to repeat a year, daddy will take away my credit card! Please, there must be SOME way I can help!”
Whether her ‘character’ is doing it on purpose or not, Peter knows for a fact that Sue is, as she pouts mightily, playing up the bimbo act while at the same time pressing her arms into her tits to smoosh them together and accentuate her cleavage as well as the underboob peeking out of her too-small cheerleader uniform. Peter just raises an eyebrow at her, watching her pout grow bigger and bigger, until finally Natasha pipes up.
“Sue’s right. Why would you be telling us this unless there was something we could do? So, what’s it going to be, Prof?”
Turning his eyes over to Natasha, Peter stares down the more impertinent and disrespectful of his two ‘cheerleader students’.
“For starters, you can stop with the disrespect, Natasha. You may address me as Professor or Sir. Is that understood?”
He only notices the expertly disguised shudder of pleasure that goes down Natasha’s spine at his words because of his enhanced spider senses, even as the red head scowls at him, before ultimately, she averts her gaze, turning somewhat petulant.
“… Yes sir…”
Peter just nods, but he doesn’t smile, even as he rakes his eyes over both women.
“That’s a good start.”
Still wide-eyed, Sue leans forward, showing off even more of her cleavage.
“Please sir! What can we do to get A’s in your class?! We’ll do ANYTHING!”
That does put a slight smile on Peter’s face, as he nods once more, his arms still crossed over his chest.
“That’s good, because at this point in the school year, no amount of extra credit work based on the source material will help either of you catch up and earn that A. At most, you could both probably raise your F’s to C’s if you truly put your hearts into it. But if you want those A’s… you’re going to have to get your hands dirty.”
“You want us to show you our tits… sir?”
Natasha pipes up, offering with a sly grin on her face, like she’s back in her comfort zone all the sudden. Sue gasps at her fellow ‘cheerleader’, blushing a little at the very idea, but still glances between Peter and Natasha, as if to see if the ‘Professor’ would like that. She’s certainly not against it in any way, or she would have said so.
Peter, meanwhile, makes a show of thinking over Natasha’s offer, humming to himself for a moment before eventually just shrugging his shoulders and smiling at her.
“If you’re offering.”
Natasha, without an ounce of shame, reaches down and grabs the hem of her cheerleader top, yanking it up so that the skimpy garment is bunched just below her neck, allowing her substantial chest to finally bounce free, her amazingly perky, fat tits bouncing for a moment before coming to a halt. Her nipples are already rock hard, likely from grinding against the inside of the cheerleader uniform without a bra to protect them.
Sue’s blush turns incandescent when Natasha makes this move, but after seeing Peter feasting his eyes on the red head’s exposed titties, the preppy blonde does the same, dragging her own top up and letting her equally large and delicious breasts pop free of their tight confines. With both cheerleaders having exposed their breasts to him, Peter smiles a bit more, simply ogling them both in silence. Eventually, Natasha pipes up, grabbing her titties and groping them for his pleasure, jutting out her chest towards.
“So… how much is this worth, sir? Can Sue and I get a pair of D’s for our double Ds?”
Peter snorts in amusement at Natasha’s joke, but then shakes his head, causing the red head’s eyes to widen right alongside Sue’s this time as he waves a hand at their chests somewhat dismissively.
“Sorry, but when did I say showing me your tits would get you a better grade? As far as I’m aware, you offered to show me your breasts and I accepted, and then your friend followed suit without a word. This… display, while quite lovely, doesn’t earn you any extra credit in my class.”
Natasha’s shock doesn’t last long before it’s replaced by determination. Funnily enough, she doesn’t make any move to put her tits away, and neither does Sue. Suddenly standing up from her desk, the red head saunters over, swaying her hips quite saucily, before dropping to a crouch right in front of him. Natasha’s hand comes up, and she runs it along the outside of his crotch, allowing her eyes to go wide when she feels his bulge and his true size for ‘the first time’.
“Oh my, Professor… you’re packing heat, aren’t you?”
Peter just grins.
“Sorry love, that’s not a gun. That’s my cock.”
Even Natasha goes a little red at that one, though given her background, he’s really not sure if she’s feigning it or not. Either way, she continues to rub his crotch for a moment, massaging his erection through his pants, before ultimately, she looks up at him from where she’s crouched.
“If I let you fuck and cum all over my face sir… can I get an A?”
Peter pretends to consider it for a moment, before shaking his head.
“No… but that’ll certainly bump you up to a C.”
Natasha’s answering grin is enough to make him throb, so it’s lucky that she reaches for his belt a moment later.
“Deal!”
As the crimson-haired cheerleader gets to work extracting his cock from his pants, Sue suddenly stands up, eyes wide as she realizes she’s being left out. The blonde’s naked tits bounce and jiggle quite expressively from the sudden movement, which is what draws Peter’s eyes over to her in the first place, even as Natasha takes his large cock in both hands and begins to lick and lap at it, getting him nice and slick with her saliva.
“W-Wait! Me too, sir!”
But even as Sue tries to hurry over with a cute fast walk that just personifies the preppy, slutty bimbo cheerleader, Peter holds up a hand, palm out, and stops her. The blonde skids to a halt, even as down below, Natasha is taking his cock into her mouth and beginning to suck on it, bobbing up and down on his length further and further.
“Sorry Sue, but Nat beat you to it. So, it’s her turn right now. Still, if you want to earn a D, you can come over and keep me company while Natasha does her best to service me with that cute, slutty little mouth of hers.”
Biting her lower lip, suddenly shy, Sue nevertheless walks the rest of the way over, allowing Peter to reach out and pull the voluptuous, blonde ‘cheerleader’ into his side. He immediately sets to work thrusting his tongue down her throat, even as his hand goes up under her skirt and palms her naked ass, groping and squeezing and kneading her butt flesh to his heart’s content.
Her boobs press into his side in a rather satisfying manner as well, even as she presses her hands to his chest, moaning as she rubs up against him needily, their tongues intertwining. She’s certainly eager, his needy blonde bimbo of a cheerleader. Meanwhile, her friend… well, Natasha is certainly no slouch. Down below, still crouched in front of him, the red head has only one hand on his sizable cock now as she slides her lips up and down more and more of his length, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
Her other hand is down between her thighs, up under her skirt, and energetically frigging her clit and cunt as she deep-throats his cock. But then, Natasha hadn’t offered to just give him a blowjob for that C, now had she? No, she’d told him to fuck her face. Well, Peter was great at multitasking, so doing both that and kissing Sue at the same time was no brainer…
Reaching down, Peter grabs ahold of Natasha’s red hair, and when she looks up at him, he breaks away from Sue’s lips for a moment to give her a wicked, sardonic grin.
“What? You did say face fuck, didn’t you?”
Natasha’s eyes widen, clearly her playing her part, just a moment before Peter rams his cock right down her gullet, forcing her nose into his crotch and bouncing his balls right off of her drool-coated chin. What follows is undeniably the sloppiest face fuck Peter has ever performed on Natasha Romanov, his cock thrusting in and out of her throat at record speeds. She’d been deep-throating him before, but now Peter well and truly is fucking her face to his heart’s content.
Looking back to Sue as he does so, he finds the blonde woman looking down at Natasha with a look of unbridled envy, biting her lower lip as she momentarily breaks character and showcases just how much she wishes she were in Nat’s place in that moment. Or maybe she’s not breaking character, maybe that’s what this preppy blonde bimbo of a cheerleader that Sue is pretending to be wants as well.
Smirking easily, Peter slides the hand he currently has groping one of Sue’s butt cheeks a little further in, and without warning, promptly penetrates the blonde’s ass with his middle and ring fingers. Sue startles and squeaks and then squeals in turn as she registers the intrusion, looking to him with her eyes wide and her mouth formed into a small o.
“I bet you’d love to be in Natasha’s place right now, wouldn’t you, you little slut. Natasha plays at being the bad girl while you act like you keep your nose clean, but at the end of the day, you’re both nothing but a pair of horny, slutty cheerleaders, aren’t you?”
Sue whimpers as Peter pistons his fingers in and out of her ass just as fast as he’s forcing his cock right down Natasha’s throat. She doesn’t respond, so Peter covers her mouth with his own again a moment later, kissing Sue and intertwining his tongue with hers, right up until he finally reaches climax in Natasha’s mouth.
Well, not quite in her mouth. Feeling himself getting closer, Peter pulls the red head off of his cock by her hair without even looking away from Sue. As he makes out with the preppy blonde, he unloads all over Natasha’s face and tits, positively coating her in his spunk as she gasps and moans and mewls in satisfaction.
When he eventually disengages from Sue, the two of them look down to find Natasha rubbing Peter’s seed into her milky, pale breasts, massaging it in as if it were moisturizing cream. At the same time, her tongue is slurping out of her mouth to collect as much of his cum from her face as she can possibly get to, and she has the most wanton expression of honest delight across her features.
Chuckling, Peter lets go of Natasha’s hair, letting her fall from the crouch she’s in to her knees, even as he turns his attentions fully onto Sue. Spinning her about, he bends her not over the teacher’s desk that he’d been sat at, but the student’s desk SHE’D been sat just a little while ago. Sue gasps and moans as Peter nonchalantly flips her cheerleader skirt up in order to expose her panty-less bottom, from her reddened ass cheeks to her sopping wet cunt.
She wiggles her hips back and forth enticingly, and only stops when Peter brings his hands down on both of her butt cheeks with a hefty smack, groping and squeezing them as he leans over her.
“You earned your D by being a good little girl and waiting. Now take MY D and you can get that bumped all the way up to a B.”
“Oooh, yes Professor! Fuck me! Fuck my tight little cunt! Plow me silly with your big, fat cock!”
Peter almost makes a comment about questioning just how tight she is, but truth be told, he’s already waited long enough, and he’s not out to be overly mean with this. As it is, when he slams home into Sue’s pussy a few moments later, she IS exceptionally tight for a woman of her age, just as she always has been. God, her husband was truly such a fool if he didn’t know what he was missing, hell, what he was losing. At this rate, Peter wasn’t sure how much longer Sue would even stay with the man.
Regardless, now was not the time for downer thoughts like that. Peter had a bitch to fuck, and fuck her he did, pounding into his preppy blonde cheerleader slut with all his might. Sue responds beautifully of course, squealing like a stuck pig, moaning like a wanton whore, clutching at the desk she’s bent over for dear life, even as the smaller student’s desk rocks and bounces and jolts with the sheer strength that Peter is currently exhibiting.
If it weren’t for the row of desks behind the first one, Peter is sure he would have pushed both it and Sue halfway across the classroom by now. As it is, he fucks her through mind-blowing orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm, not letting up for even a moment, showing her no mercy… not that the ‘cheerleader’ wants any.
While she’s still coherent, Sue happily begs for more and sings Peter’s praises, crying out for her ‘Professor’ to fuck her good, to pound the naughty right out of her. Eventually, when she’s not capable of language anymore, it’s all just groans and moans and screams of ecstasy, cries of pleasure, and guttural noises of bliss in the back of her throat.
By the time Peter cums inside of Sue’s cunt, filling her womb with his seed, the blonde is barely conscious, and when he pulls out of her, she lays as she is, bent over the desk, practically comatose as she pants heavily and slowly catches her breath. His seed slides out of her freshly fucked cunt and down her thighs, but Peter pays it no mind, because the moment his cock is free, there’s a mouth around it again.
Turning back to the red head in the room as she sucks on his dick quite diligently, Peter raises an eyebrow and quirks up the corner of his mouth as he looks down at Natasha.
“Looks like we’re finally getting to the root of your issues, Ms. Romanov. It seems you have something of an Oral Fixation.”
Natasha blushes, but doesn’t let that stop her from sucking his dick clean of both cum and pussy juices over the next minute or so. As soon as the only fluids left on his cock are her own saliva, however, she pulls back and stands up, taking hold of his cock and leading him over to his desk. It’s clear that she’s trying to be tough, but her lip-biting and her enthusiasm show just how much she NEEDS this, even as she hops up on his desk and spreads her legs wide, offering her own naked cunt to him under the short skirt of her cheerleader uniform.
“What do you think Professor… can I get my C bumped up to an A if I let you fuck me as hard as you just fucked Sue over there?”
Peter smirks and reaches out, grabbing Natasha by her thighs and placing the tip of his big fat cock right at her pussy entrance. The gorgeous red head licks her lips and places her arms around his neck, grinning like she had him right where she wanted him. Little did she know…
“Mm… no. It’ll get you exactly what it got Sue, a B… earning that A… is going to require a lot more from the both of you.”
Natasha’s eyes widen, but before she can protest, Peter is inside of her, thrusting forward and turning her open mouth into a wide O as a throaty moan leaves her lips rather than actual words. For good measure, Peter takes things a step further, sliding his hands from Natasha’s thighs down her legs, and grabbing onto her ankles.
Making use of her flexibility (which of course came from her “cheerleader background”, it wasn’t like she was a super spy or anything) Peter pulls her legs up from where they were dangling off of the teacher’s desk, and pushes Natasha onto her back, even as he folds her up like a pretzel, pressing her ankles ever closer to either side of her head and ramming into her needy cunt all the while with every last inch of his big fat cock.
Natasha moans and groans and screams as she creams herself around his dick, her eyes quickly rolling back in her head from the pleasure. Peter assumes that Sue experienced the same thing, but with her bent over the desk and turned away from him, it wasn’t like he could have seen that. As it is, Peter plows Natasha just as hard as he did Sue, just as she asked of him. He’s ramming into her womb with all his might, going right past her cervix.
The beautiful red head’s body knows him too well at this point, it’s adjusted to his size and is ready for his cock. That doesn’t make it any less pleasurable though, and Peter has the time of his life going to town on the gorgeous femme fatale. Or more accurately, he has the time of his life breaking the haughty exterior of the red-haired cheerleader who’s always giving him so much trouble, always teasing him with her sexy, smoking hot body, always provoking him with her antics in class.
Professor Peter Parker pounds Cheerleader Natasha Romanov into his desk with all he has, and by the time he’s done with her, she’s in the same state as Sue was, her eyes rolled back in her head completely, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her breasts jiggling as her chest heaves for air, and her body looking well-fucked as he pulls out after leaving a nice, thick load of his seed in her womb.
Of course, Sue is there a moment later to pick up the slack, continuing what Natasha had started by licking and sucking his cock clean. Once she’s done, the preppy blonde cheerleader pulls off of his cock with a pop and then grabs ahold and begins to give him a handjob, even as she looks up at him with a bright, sunny smile.
“So, Professor… now that Natasha and I both have Bs for taking your D… what do we have to do to earn those As?”
Peter just grins. He has some ideas, after all… and there’s no doubt in his mind that this will be fun.
-x-X-x-
As soon as they heard about Peter’s little roleplay session with Natasha and Sue, both Carol and Wanda wanted in as well. But of course, Wanda couldn’t help but go a little… wild with it. Which was why Peter was currently trekking through what appeared to be a dungeon, wearing what appeared to be armor. He steps through a door, and within is his quarry… the witch, Wanda Maximoff, and her minion, Carol the Cunt (the masochist blonde had insisted that be her name for this roleplay…)
Carol sees him first of course, and when she does, she gasps and places her hands on her face dramatically, despite the fact that she’s holding a greatsword in one, her super strength making it look easy.
“Mistress! Intruder!”
Wanda, who had been pretending to look over an ancient tome on her ritual altar whirls around at that, eyes wide and face scrunched up in a rather adorable fit of apocalyptic rage. She’s wearing a slightly more fantasy-like take on that skimpy red costume she’d worn for him on the roof the other night… while Carol, on the other hand, is dressed in little more than a few leather straps like the barbarian babe she’s pretending to be.
“What?! An intruder?! How did you get in here?!”
Adopting a rather carefree smile (which was easy enough to do when Peter knew exactly how this was going to go) the young man steps forward, his smile turning into a bit of a grin when both Carol and Wanda blush a little just from his gaze alone.
“I fought my way in, obviously. That’s what an adventurer does!”
Wanda tsks and then growls, planting her hands on her hips as she juts out her chest and shows off her half-naked body, as well as her expansive cleavage. Her top can be very liberally called a corset, at this point.
“Hmph! So then, you must be that hero Parker I’ve been hearing about! You’re here to foil my plans, aren’t you? Is that also what an adventurer does?”
Peter hums, drawing his own sword and hefting his shield as he steps forward further into the chamber. Carol moves to meet him, but she’s clearly taking her time, letting him have a chance to speak. Peter pretends to think for a moment, and then flashes both women a big grin.
“An adventurer teaches naughty little witches and their minions the error of their ways… be it the hard way, or the easy way.”
Both Wanda and Carol go bright red at that, and for a moment Carol’s guard almost seems to fall. The blonde looks over at her ‘Mistress’ and licks her lips, even as Peter continues to cross the chamber.
“Um, Mistress… I think I’d lik-.”
Seeming to realize where Carol is going with it, Wanda cuts her off.
“Silence you fool! Face him and fight! Or I’ll be the one showing you the hard way!”
A shiver runs down Carol’s back at that.
“You promise?”
It’s obvious that Wanda isn’t entirely ready for just how much of a needy, horny, submissive masochist that Carol Danvers truly is, even when she’s roleplaying as a big dumb brute. Peter actually has to stop for a moment as Wanda does a double take, before flushing in embarrassment and palming her face.
“… Yes, I promise. Now just fight him already!”
“Yes Mistress!”
Spinning around, Carol raises her greatsword over her head and charges forward. Peter lifts his own sword and shield in return, preparing himself for an exchange of blows. Honestly, he’s not usually the kind of guy to exchange blows under any circumstances. Not when most of the time he’s either dodging bullets from normal thugs or going up against super powered assholes much stronger than him.
So really, he’s not so sure how this next bit is going to go, even though he knows how both Wanda and Carol want it to end. Luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about that. Carol is more than ready to take the fall so that the roleplay can continue in the direction it’s meant to continue… literally. As the barbarian babe stomps forward and goes to swing her sword, she pratfalls, tripping over her own feet in a truly ridiculous fashion and falling flat on her face as her sword goes skidding.
Groaning and moaning in an exaggerated manner as she lays at Peter’s feet, Carol clearly isn’t that hurt… but she’s also not getting up or trying to attack him again. The funny bit is, this isn’t necessarily out of character for the roleplay. After all, she’d been excited by Peter’s declaration that he was there to punish them both.
Regardless, with her minion down for the count, Wanda the Witch just stares for a moment in shock, before rallying and letting a cute little scowl spread across her features.
“Ugh! Do I have to do everything here myself?!”
As her magical energy starts to form in her hands, the beginnings of a spell clearly, Peter steps forward with his sword and shield held aloft, ready to do battle with Wanda as well. When she unleashes a beam of seemingly destructive energy at him, he does the obvious thing and holds up his shield to try and block it… but rather than just block it, Peter’s shield absorbs the magical energy, and Peter himself feels more revitalized than he ever has before, like there’s energy in every fiber of his being.
As the energy beam cuts off, Peter straightens up and looks past his shield to where Wanda is left panting, clearly out of breath. They share a look for a moment, the Witch adopting an expression of knowing fear, and Peter adopting one of knowing smugness as he begins to move forward, shield still interposed between the two of them.
Needless to say, the battle doesn’t last much longer after that.
-x-X-x-
“Y-You… y-you adventurer scum! I will never submit, just so you know! You might have broken my minion, but you won’t break me!”
It’s about fifteen minutes later, and Peter’s victory is effectively complete. Well, almost complete. He still has to do the part where he fucks both Carol and Wanda into a stupor, after all. Speaking of which… Peter smiles as he looks down at his feet, where Carol is currently kneeling, her mouth around his cock and the leather straps she’d been wearing before nowhere to be found.
Wanda, meanwhile, is only a couple feet away, currently tied down to her own ritual altar by big heavy metal shackles with glowing runes on them… obviously, they were suppressing her magic, or she’d be trying to escape. The brunette Witch growls and continues to squirm and wiggle this way and that, her tits, which he’d exposed by tearing her corset right off her body, bouncing and jiggling all the while.
Of course, Peter hadn’t had to do much in the way of ‘breaking’ Carol the Cunt. As soon as Peter had finished tying Wanda down to the altar, Carol had ‘miraculously’ recovered from her pratfall and gotten to her knees, ripping her leather straps off of her body and exposing herself to him as she proclaimed that she was a naughty, stupid barbarian cunt who needed to be taught a lesson.
Peter had set her to work on his cock and was even now enjoying the blonde’s dick sucking technique as he curled his fingers through her blonde locks and forced her to take his dick nice and deep down her tight little throat. The blonde gags of course, making no attempt at suppressing her gag reflex like say, Natasha or Sue might. Instead, Carol almost seems to luxuriate in choking on his dick.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
There’s tears streaming down her cheeks, and drool collecting on her chin only for it to drip off onto her fat tits, and yet, she’s as happy as a clam, being used and abused by Peter, by her true Master. Heh, now there was an idea. Pulling out of Carol’s throat and popping free of her lips, Peter slaps his cock across the blonde’s face a few times as she moans wantonly, her tongue slipping out to try and follow after his member.
“A dumb cunt like you probably needs someone to follow, don’t you? If you can’t find someone good, you’re liable to fall in with someone bad. So how about from now on, I’ll be your Master, and you’ll be my minion. Sound good?”
Carol’s eyes are wide as Peter inserts their actual relationship into the roleplay just a tad. Perhaps she realizes that HE realizes she’s sort of been failing at staying in character. Either way, the blonde brute nods energetically at the idea.
“Okay! Please fuck me silly and claim me as your own, Master! Mmph!”
Chuckling, Peter shoves his dick right back down Carol’s throat and goes back to skull-fucking her quite violently, grabbing hold of her head with both hands as he forces her nose into his crotch again and again, and slaps her chin with his balls repeatedly.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
Only with Carol would Peter be this rough. He knew how much she liked it, just as he knew how much she could take. They were lucky that the masochistic pig of the group was a brute with a lot of durability and strength thanks to her powers, that was for sure. Though, even Carol needs to breathe. By the time Peter cums down her throat, his seed exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as a result, Carol’s eyes have practically rolled up in her head, and he has to slap her a few times to get her breathing again.
She gurgles around his cum, which bubbles out from her lips and nostrils, but once he can see life in her eyes once more, Peter just drops her, letting go of her hair and turning towards the other woman in the room with a grin on his face. Wanda’s eyes narrow and her nostrils flare as he steps up to her and nonchalantly, quite casually in fact, reaches out and gropes one of her tits. She flushes in indignation… and something else as well.
“Y-You dare… I’ll have your head for this, Parker! D-Don’t you touch me! I-It’s not like I enjoy it or a-anything…”
Ah, so that was how Wanda wanted to play it. Peter doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t dignify her with a response, at least not a verbal one. Instead, he reaches down and cups her cunt through the small scrap of cloth she’s still wearing. Wanda’s breath hitches, and Peter isn’t surprised when he fights a heated wetness to her pussy, showing just how horny she truly is. Raising an eyebrow, Peter just smiles as Wanda is forced to avert her gaze.
“Y-You brute of a hero… you’re just going to have your way with me anyways, so why s-shouldn’t I make sure I’ll enjoy it! It’s a simple bodily function, nothing more… it doesn’t mean I’m actually l-looking forward to it or anything!”
Peter hums at that for a long moment, continuing to grind the heel of his palm into her crotch, even as Wanda not-so-subtly humps at his hand, barely holding in her moans. Then, without missing a beat, Peter pulls his hand away and turns his back on her entirely, walking over to a watching Carol instead. Behind him, Wanda lets out a startled gasp at his departure.
“Y-You! What do you think you’re doing?! Where do you think you’re going?!”
But Peter isn’t gone long enough for her to work herself up into a proper rant. He returns in short order… with Carol in his grasp. Pulling the blonde brute up to her feet by a harsh grip on her hair, Peter forcibly stands Carol right in front of Wanda. Then, he takes up his position behind the gorgeous woman, bending Carol forward and sliding his cock up against her slit from behind. Carol coos, while Wanda growls, but ultimately has to lie to save face.
“W-Well good then! F-Fuck her instead! Better her than me! I-it’s not like it would feel good, having y-your big, fat c-cock in my m-mewling quim!”
Peter looks Wanda in the eye over Carol’s head, the blonde bent forward at this point and holding onto the altar on either side of Wanda’s body for good measure… and thrusts right in. Carol squeals and moans immediately, and Wanda blushes bright red as the blonde quickly begins to sing her new master’s praises.
“Y-yes! Yes Master, please fuck me! Fuck me with your big fat cock! It feels so good, Master! It feels so good being s-so full!”
It takes Wanda a moment to gather herself, her eyes flicking between Peter’s and Carol’s faces for a moment and a look of longing spreading across her own before she gets control of herself again and visibly scowls.
“O-Of course this dumb b-bitch would say that. She… she would eat rocks if someone smarter told her they tasted good! Just because she likes being fucked by you d-doesn’t mean it’s actually worth m-my time!”
Peter still doesn’t speak. He just keeps on fucking Carol, and Carol in turn does the talking for him. At least, at first, she does. Eventually, Carol loses the ability to properly communicate like a human being. The blonde’s eyes go crossed and she’s reduced to grunts and groans and moans, even as Peter reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her blonde hair, lifting her head up. His other hand pulls one of her arms behind her back, and those are his two handholds as he fucks the masochistic bitch raw, as he rams deep, DEEP into her with his massive member.
Thanks to him holding up Carol’s head, Wanda gets to watch the entire time, she gets to watch every moment of Carol’s breaking as the blonde lets out her inner whore and truly becomes the wanton pain slut that they all know she is, deep down inside. Eventually, even Wanda’s words trail off as she just watches in silence, bright red and visibly jealous, even if she won’t admit it.
Peter fucks Carol right into oblivion, having no compunctions about doing so as he wrecks the durable blonde and then some, eventually filling her with his seed and discarding her. Carol falls face down on the ground, with her ass up in the air and her arms splayed out on either side of her. It’s a fitting position for the horny masochistic pig, in Peter’s opinion.
With Carol done with, Peter turns his attentions back to Wanda. He cocks an eyebrow at the Witch, and in turn, the Witch blushes prettily, biting her lower lip as she looks down at his cock, covered in sexual fluids but still quite hard… and now pointed in her direction.
“I… It’s not like I’d w-want her sloppy seconds anyways… s-so really, if you’re going to f-fuck me, you should clean yourself off first…”
Well, that Peter can do. Walking around the altar, Peter arrives at Wanda’s head. Her ruby red lips begins to open, however instead of having her suck him clean as she clearly expected him to, Peter uses Wanda’s hair, wrapping her curly, lush brunette locks around his cock and wiping it off with them, leaving an utter mess behind in her hair by the time he’s done.
Wanda whines in protest but doesn’t actually say anything until Peter is done and pulls away, stepping back around to the front of her, and even then, it’s just a whispered ‘brute’ as she stares hungrily down at his cock. Smiling, Peter reaches down and rips what are effectively Wanda’s panties away from her crotch, exposing her glistening wet cunt to the world. He then slaps his cock down on it a few times, both of them listening to the noise of her juices being displaced by his meaty member as Wanda whimpers and bites her lip, trying to hold in her moans.
When Peter finally presses the tip of his cock up against the Witch’s slit, he grabs ahold of her messy hair and leans in closer, looking Wanda in the eye as she in turn stares up at him, their gazes intense.
“D-Do it… do it you bastard… just fuck me already.”
He’s tempted to hold out for actual begging, because that was half his goal when he first started this impromptu silent treatment, but it wasn’t like he’d written that down in stone or anything. And to be fair… Peter really wants to fuck her. More than that, he wants to watch her face contort in pleasure AS he fucks her.
That’s exactly what happens, Peter’s cock thrusting up into Wanda’s helpless, defenseless cunt and the Witch crying out and arching her back across her own ritual altar as she IMMEDIATELY orgasms around his dick. He doesn’t stop fucking her though of course, nor does he stop watching her features as her eyes finally fill with naked lust, as her ruby red lips form into a perfect o, as her moans fill the chamber.
He fucks her, and he fucks her, and he fucks her. Nonstop plowing, that’s Peter Parker in this moment. He rams his cock up into Wanda as hard as he can, having built up the tension within himself just as much as he built it up within her. Sure, he’d had Carol to fuck in the meantime, but Carol… Carol was little more than a collection of holes, the masochistic slut. There was a reason she was the minion in this story, and Wanda was the witch.
Slamming home into Wanda’s cunt for the umpteenth time and watching her orgasm around his pistoning prick yet again, Peter reaches out suddenly with his free hand and grabs the Witch by the jaw, leaning in and kissing her deeply. Wanda’s eyes widen in surprise, and then grow heavily lidded as she returns the kiss, their tongues dancing with each other, even as Peter continues to fuck her with no end in sight.
But of course, there’s always an end, eventually. By the time he finishes inside of her, Wanda has climaxed around his cock a dozen times at least. Peter’s seed pumps into her womb, and as he pulls out of her, the brunette moans, writhing atop the altar. Before his eyes, a glowing sigil appears right above Wanda’s navel, probably right where her womb would be. It glows brightly, and then the light fades, but the sigil is still there.
Peter lifts an eyebrow, even as Wanda looks down the length of herself, panting heavily.
“A-Ah… it would seem you’ve claimed me too, hero. Your c-cock and your kiss… you’ve conquered my soul, and now I am yours. Please… look after me Master.”
For a moment, Peter is quiet. Then he chuckles and moves around so that he can slap his cock right into Wanda’s waiting mouth. As she dutifully sucks him clean, Peter just leans back and enjoys himself. These roleplay sessions were fantastic, truth be told. He’d had quite a lot of fun with them, quite a lot of fun enjoying the bodies of the four women he’d grown so close to over the last few months.
He could hardly wait to see what debauched fun the future held.
Why had he agreed to this? So far, it was just plain torture. Honestly, if they didn’t come out soon, Peter was going to go over there and MAKE them come out. He-
“Professor Parker? You wanted to see us?”
And just like that, they’re in front of him, and Peter is staring at them both wide-eyed for a moment, suddenly knowing exactly why he’d agreed to this. It was all just a small bit of roleplay, of course… in which the roles were to be reversed. Peter was the teacher, while Natasha and Sue were going to play at being his naughty, slutty students in need of a good spanking apiece.
A bit laughable given the difference in age between them and him perhaps, but Peter couldn’t deny that the results were… stunning. His high school had a cheerleader uniform that could by itself be called a little bit slutty. It was one of those two-piece uniforms, a frilly short skirt in the high school’s colors, as well as a small crop top. It showed off plenty of midriff, as well as the girls’ arms, and plenty of leg for good measure.
But what happened when you stuck two gorgeous babes nearly twice Peter’s age into said uniforms? Well for one, they didn’t fit very well. But that hadn’t stopped either Sue or Natasha, and both had proven to be extremely adaptable. Yes, the cheerleader uniforms they were both now wearing were tight… but they’d made some adjustments so that the tightness was sexy, more skimpy than ill-fitted. Their tits were practically falling out of their tops, and though Peter couldn’t exactly see behind them at the moment, their asses probably weren’t fully covered by the short skirts they were wearing.
Put succinctly, they looked absolutely spectacular, and Peter’s mouth was dry and shit, he’d forgotten the role he was supposed to be playing here. Both Natasha and Sue are looking at him with knowing smiles, even as Peter blinks dumbly and then clears his throat, blushing a little and feeling slightly sheepish.
Natasha, as always, is understanding, leaning forward over the desk and giving Peter a wink.
“It’s alright Peter, we know how we look. Wanna start over?”
Swallowing thickly, his shaft positively throbbing in his pants, Peter just nods. Leaning back, Natasha steps away with Sue for a moment, moving to the locked door of the classroom, and then turning and walking right back over to his desk, like they’d just come in. Once again, Sue is the one who speaks up, the blonde woman playing the part of preppy, slutty cheerleader perfectly, even down to the light bounce in her step that has her tits jiggling for a moment after she finally comes to a stop.
“Hi Professor Parker, you wanted to see us?”
This time, Peter is more in control of himself… and he has every intention of maintaining control of the situation from here on out. He reminds himself that he’s seen both of these women at their core. They’re a pair of horny, desperate bitches who want his dick inside of them both as much if not more than he wants to stick it in the two of them.
Sitting back in his chair, ‘Professor’ Parker adopts a stern look as he eyes both ‘cheerleaders’ up and down for a moment, before gesturing to the seats directly across from his desk.
“Those uniforms look to be a couple two sizes too small for you ladies… but no matter. Have a seat, both of you.”
Natasha, playing the vivacious red head to Sue’s preppy blonde gives a salacious grin and a wink as she follows Sue over to the pair of chairs.
“Thanks for noticing, Prof~”
Peter doesn’t allow himself to react beyond lifting one eyebrow in response, and he keeps his stern face about him, even after the girls have sat down. Once they’re both seated at their own respective desks in the front row of the classroom, only then does Peter stand up, rising from his chair and walking around the teacher’s desk to lean back against the front of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looks to Sue and then Natasha. Sue squirms and Natasha just continues to smile, both of them playing up their ‘characters’ to a tee.
“Now, because you asked nicely, this isn’t a formal detention. However, I’m sure you both know why you’re here, all the same. Spending all of your time on your phones in class isn’t hurting me… it’s hurting you. You’re both failing… and if you can’t manage to get an A in my class by the end of the semester, you’ll both have to repeat the year entirely.”
Peter speaks matter-of-factly and with a sense of finality, trying to put as much gravitas in his voice as he can manage, using every ounce of masculinity he has to try to push his phony point home. Both ‘cheerleaders’ react to his information in some sort of negative way. Sue’s eyes go wide and she gasps in horror, while Natasha’s smile drops, replaced by an angry scowl. Neither of them are hearing what they want to hear, obviously.
“O-Oh but Professor, if I have to repeat a year, daddy will take away my credit card! Please, there must be SOME way I can help!”
Whether her ‘character’ is doing it on purpose or not, Peter knows for a fact that Sue is, as she pouts mightily, playing up the bimbo act while at the same time pressing her arms into her tits to smoosh them together and accentuate her cleavage as well as the underboob peeking out of her too-small cheerleader uniform. Peter just raises an eyebrow at her, watching her pout grow bigger and bigger, until finally Natasha pipes up.
“Sue’s right. Why would you be telling us this unless there was something we could do? So, what’s it going to be, Prof?”
Turning his eyes over to Natasha, Peter stares down the more impertinent and disrespectful of his two ‘cheerleader students’.
“For starters, you can stop with the disrespect, Natasha. You may address me as Professor or Sir. Is that understood?”
He only notices the expertly disguised shudder of pleasure that goes down Natasha’s spine at his words because of his enhanced spider senses, even as the red head scowls at him, before ultimately, she averts her gaze, turning somewhat petulant.
“… Yes sir…”
Peter just nods, but he doesn’t smile, even as he rakes his eyes over both women.
“That’s a good start.”
Still wide-eyed, Sue leans forward, showing off even more of her cleavage.
“Please sir! What can we do to get A’s in your class?! We’ll do ANYTHING!”
That does put a slight smile on Peter’s face, as he nods once more, his arms still crossed over his chest.
“That’s good, because at this point in the school year, no amount of extra credit work based on the source material will help either of you catch up and earn that A. At most, you could both probably raise your F’s to C’s if you truly put your hearts into it. But if you want those A’s… you’re going to have to get your hands dirty.”
“You want us to show you our tits… sir?”
Natasha pipes up, offering with a sly grin on her face, like she’s back in her comfort zone all the sudden. Sue gasps at her fellow ‘cheerleader’, blushing a little at the very idea, but still glances between Peter and Natasha, as if to see if the ‘Professor’ would like that. She’s certainly not against it in any way, or she would have said so.
Peter, meanwhile, makes a show of thinking over Natasha’s offer, humming to himself for a moment before eventually just shrugging his shoulders and smiling at her.
“If you’re offering.”
Natasha, without an ounce of shame, reaches down and grabs the hem of her cheerleader top, yanking it up so that the skimpy garment is bunched just below her neck, allowing her substantial chest to finally bounce free, her amazingly perky, fat tits bouncing for a moment before coming to a halt. Her nipples are already rock hard, likely from grinding against the inside of the cheerleader uniform without a bra to protect them.
Sue’s blush turns incandescent when Natasha makes this move, but after seeing Peter feasting his eyes on the red head’s exposed titties, the preppy blonde does the same, dragging her own top up and letting her equally large and delicious breasts pop free of their tight confines. With both cheerleaders having exposed their breasts to him, Peter smiles a bit more, simply ogling them both in silence. Eventually, Natasha pipes up, grabbing her titties and groping them for his pleasure, jutting out her chest towards.
“So… how much is this worth, sir? Can Sue and I get a pair of D’s for our double Ds?”
Peter snorts in amusement at Natasha’s joke, but then shakes his head, causing the red head’s eyes to widen right alongside Sue’s this time as he waves a hand at their chests somewhat dismissively.
“Sorry, but when did I say showing me your tits would get you a better grade? As far as I’m aware, you offered to show me your breasts and I accepted, and then your friend followed suit without a word. This… display, while quite lovely, doesn’t earn you any extra credit in my class.”
Natasha’s shock doesn’t last long before it’s replaced by determination. Funnily enough, she doesn’t make any move to put her tits away, and neither does Sue. Suddenly standing up from her desk, the red head saunters over, swaying her hips quite saucily, before dropping to a crouch right in front of him. Natasha’s hand comes up, and she runs it along the outside of his crotch, allowing her eyes to go wide when she feels his bulge and his true size for ‘the first time’.
“Oh my, Professor… you’re packing heat, aren’t you?”
Peter just grins.
“Sorry love, that’s not a gun. That’s my cock.”
Even Natasha goes a little red at that one, though given her background, he’s really not sure if she’s feigning it or not. Either way, she continues to rub his crotch for a moment, massaging his erection through his pants, before ultimately, she looks up at him from where she’s crouched.
“If I let you fuck and cum all over my face sir… can I get an A?”
Peter pretends to consider it for a moment, before shaking his head.
“No… but that’ll certainly bump you up to a C.”
Natasha’s answering grin is enough to make him throb, so it’s lucky that she reaches for his belt a moment later.
“Deal!”
As the crimson-haired cheerleader gets to work extracting his cock from his pants, Sue suddenly stands up, eyes wide as she realizes she’s being left out. The blonde’s naked tits bounce and jiggle quite expressively from the sudden movement, which is what draws Peter’s eyes over to her in the first place, even as Natasha takes his large cock in both hands and begins to lick and lap at it, getting him nice and slick with her saliva.
“W-Wait! Me too, sir!”
But even as Sue tries to hurry over with a cute fast walk that just personifies the preppy, slutty bimbo cheerleader, Peter holds up a hand, palm out, and stops her. The blonde skids to a halt, even as down below, Natasha is taking his cock into her mouth and beginning to suck on it, bobbing up and down on his length further and further.
“Sorry Sue, but Nat beat you to it. So, it’s her turn right now. Still, if you want to earn a D, you can come over and keep me company while Natasha does her best to service me with that cute, slutty little mouth of hers.”
Biting her lower lip, suddenly shy, Sue nevertheless walks the rest of the way over, allowing Peter to reach out and pull the voluptuous, blonde ‘cheerleader’ into his side. He immediately sets to work thrusting his tongue down her throat, even as his hand goes up under her skirt and palms her naked ass, groping and squeezing and kneading her butt flesh to his heart’s content.
Her boobs press into his side in a rather satisfying manner as well, even as she presses her hands to his chest, moaning as she rubs up against him needily, their tongues intertwining. She’s certainly eager, his needy blonde bimbo of a cheerleader. Meanwhile, her friend… well, Natasha is certainly no slouch. Down below, still crouched in front of him, the red head has only one hand on his sizable cock now as she slides her lips up and down more and more of his length, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
Her other hand is down between her thighs, up under her skirt, and energetically frigging her clit and cunt as she deep-throats his cock. But then, Natasha hadn’t offered to just give him a blowjob for that C, now had she? No, she’d told him to fuck her face. Well, Peter was great at multitasking, so doing both that and kissing Sue at the same time was no brainer…
Reaching down, Peter grabs ahold of Natasha’s red hair, and when she looks up at him, he breaks away from Sue’s lips for a moment to give her a wicked, sardonic grin.
“What? You did say face fuck, didn’t you?”
Natasha’s eyes widen, clearly her playing her part, just a moment before Peter rams his cock right down her gullet, forcing her nose into his crotch and bouncing his balls right off of her drool-coated chin. What follows is undeniably the sloppiest face fuck Peter has ever performed on Natasha Romanov, his cock thrusting in and out of her throat at record speeds. She’d been deep-throating him before, but now Peter well and truly is fucking her face to his heart’s content.
Looking back to Sue as he does so, he finds the blonde woman looking down at Natasha with a look of unbridled envy, biting her lower lip as she momentarily breaks character and showcases just how much she wishes she were in Nat’s place in that moment. Or maybe she’s not breaking character, maybe that’s what this preppy blonde bimbo of a cheerleader that Sue is pretending to be wants as well.
Smirking easily, Peter slides the hand he currently has groping one of Sue’s butt cheeks a little further in, and without warning, promptly penetrates the blonde’s ass with his middle and ring fingers. Sue startles and squeaks and then squeals in turn as she registers the intrusion, looking to him with her eyes wide and her mouth formed into a small o.
“I bet you’d love to be in Natasha’s place right now, wouldn’t you, you little slut. Natasha plays at being the bad girl while you act like you keep your nose clean, but at the end of the day, you’re both nothing but a pair of horny, slutty cheerleaders, aren’t you?”
Sue whimpers as Peter pistons his fingers in and out of her ass just as fast as he’s forcing his cock right down Natasha’s throat. She doesn’t respond, so Peter covers her mouth with his own again a moment later, kissing Sue and intertwining his tongue with hers, right up until he finally reaches climax in Natasha’s mouth.
Well, not quite in her mouth. Feeling himself getting closer, Peter pulls the red head off of his cock by her hair without even looking away from Sue. As he makes out with the preppy blonde, he unloads all over Natasha’s face and tits, positively coating her in his spunk as she gasps and moans and mewls in satisfaction.
When he eventually disengages from Sue, the two of them look down to find Natasha rubbing Peter’s seed into her milky, pale breasts, massaging it in as if it were moisturizing cream. At the same time, her tongue is slurping out of her mouth to collect as much of his cum from her face as she can possibly get to, and she has the most wanton expression of honest delight across her features.
Chuckling, Peter lets go of Natasha’s hair, letting her fall from the crouch she’s in to her knees, even as he turns his attentions fully onto Sue. Spinning her about, he bends her not over the teacher’s desk that he’d been sat at, but the student’s desk SHE’D been sat just a little while ago. Sue gasps and moans as Peter nonchalantly flips her cheerleader skirt up in order to expose her panty-less bottom, from her reddened ass cheeks to her sopping wet cunt.
She wiggles her hips back and forth enticingly, and only stops when Peter brings his hands down on both of her butt cheeks with a hefty smack, groping and squeezing them as he leans over her.
“You earned your D by being a good little girl and waiting. Now take MY D and you can get that bumped all the way up to a B.”
“Oooh, yes Professor! Fuck me! Fuck my tight little cunt! Plow me silly with your big, fat cock!”
Peter almost makes a comment about questioning just how tight she is, but truth be told, he’s already waited long enough, and he’s not out to be overly mean with this. As it is, when he slams home into Sue’s pussy a few moments later, she IS exceptionally tight for a woman of her age, just as she always has been. God, her husband was truly such a fool if he didn’t know what he was missing, hell, what he was losing. At this rate, Peter wasn’t sure how much longer Sue would even stay with the man.
Regardless, now was not the time for downer thoughts like that. Peter had a bitch to fuck, and fuck her he did, pounding into his preppy blonde cheerleader slut with all his might. Sue responds beautifully of course, squealing like a stuck pig, moaning like a wanton whore, clutching at the desk she’s bent over for dear life, even as the smaller student’s desk rocks and bounces and jolts with the sheer strength that Peter is currently exhibiting.
If it weren’t for the row of desks behind the first one, Peter is sure he would have pushed both it and Sue halfway across the classroom by now. As it is, he fucks her through mind-blowing orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm, not letting up for even a moment, showing her no mercy… not that the ‘cheerleader’ wants any.
While she’s still coherent, Sue happily begs for more and sings Peter’s praises, crying out for her ‘Professor’ to fuck her good, to pound the naughty right out of her. Eventually, when she’s not capable of language anymore, it’s all just groans and moans and screams of ecstasy, cries of pleasure, and guttural noises of bliss in the back of her throat.
By the time Peter cums inside of Sue’s cunt, filling her womb with his seed, the blonde is barely conscious, and when he pulls out of her, she lays as she is, bent over the desk, practically comatose as she pants heavily and slowly catches her breath. His seed slides out of her freshly fucked cunt and down her thighs, but Peter pays it no mind, because the moment his cock is free, there’s a mouth around it again.
Turning back to the red head in the room as she sucks on his dick quite diligently, Peter raises an eyebrow and quirks up the corner of his mouth as he looks down at Natasha.
“Looks like we’re finally getting to the root of your issues, Ms. Romanov. It seems you have something of an Oral Fixation.”
Natasha blushes, but doesn’t let that stop her from sucking his dick clean of both cum and pussy juices over the next minute or so. As soon as the only fluids left on his cock are her own saliva, however, she pulls back and stands up, taking hold of his cock and leading him over to his desk. It’s clear that she’s trying to be tough, but her lip-biting and her enthusiasm show just how much she NEEDS this, even as she hops up on his desk and spreads her legs wide, offering her own naked cunt to him under the short skirt of her cheerleader uniform.
“What do you think Professor… can I get my C bumped up to an A if I let you fuck me as hard as you just fucked Sue over there?”
Peter smirks and reaches out, grabbing Natasha by her thighs and placing the tip of his big fat cock right at her pussy entrance. The gorgeous red head licks her lips and places her arms around his neck, grinning like she had him right where she wanted him. Little did she know…
“Mm… no. It’ll get you exactly what it got Sue, a B… earning that A… is going to require a lot more from the both of you.”
Natasha’s eyes widen, but before she can protest, Peter is inside of her, thrusting forward and turning her open mouth into a wide O as a throaty moan leaves her lips rather than actual words. For good measure, Peter takes things a step further, sliding his hands from Natasha’s thighs down her legs, and grabbing onto her ankles.
Making use of her flexibility (which of course came from her “cheerleader background”, it wasn’t like she was a super spy or anything) Peter pulls her legs up from where they were dangling off of the teacher’s desk, and pushes Natasha onto her back, even as he folds her up like a pretzel, pressing her ankles ever closer to either side of her head and ramming into her needy cunt all the while with every last inch of his big fat cock.
Natasha moans and groans and screams as she creams herself around his dick, her eyes quickly rolling back in her head from the pleasure. Peter assumes that Sue experienced the same thing, but with her bent over the desk and turned away from him, it wasn’t like he could have seen that. As it is, Peter plows Natasha just as hard as he did Sue, just as she asked of him. He’s ramming into her womb with all his might, going right past her cervix.
The beautiful red head’s body knows him too well at this point, it’s adjusted to his size and is ready for his cock. That doesn’t make it any less pleasurable though, and Peter has the time of his life going to town on the gorgeous femme fatale. Or more accurately, he has the time of his life breaking the haughty exterior of the red-haired cheerleader who’s always giving him so much trouble, always teasing him with her sexy, smoking hot body, always provoking him with her antics in class.
Professor Peter Parker pounds Cheerleader Natasha Romanov into his desk with all he has, and by the time he’s done with her, she’s in the same state as Sue was, her eyes rolled back in her head completely, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her breasts jiggling as her chest heaves for air, and her body looking well-fucked as he pulls out after leaving a nice, thick load of his seed in her womb.
Of course, Sue is there a moment later to pick up the slack, continuing what Natasha had started by licking and sucking his cock clean. Once she’s done, the preppy blonde cheerleader pulls off of his cock with a pop and then grabs ahold and begins to give him a handjob, even as she looks up at him with a bright, sunny smile.
“So, Professor… now that Natasha and I both have Bs for taking your D… what do we have to do to earn those As?”
Peter just grins. He has some ideas, after all… and there’s no doubt in his mind that this will be fun.
-x-X-x-
As soon as they heard about Peter’s little roleplay session with Natasha and Sue, both Carol and Wanda wanted in as well. But of course, Wanda couldn’t help but go a little… wild with it. Which was why Peter was currently trekking through what appeared to be a dungeon, wearing what appeared to be armor. He steps through a door, and within is his quarry… the witch, Wanda Maximoff, and her minion, Carol the Cunt (the masochist blonde had insisted that be her name for this roleplay…)
Carol sees him first of course, and when she does, she gasps and places her hands on her face dramatically, despite the fact that she’s holding a greatsword in one, her super strength making it look easy.
“Mistress! Intruder!”
Wanda, who had been pretending to look over an ancient tome on her ritual altar whirls around at that, eyes wide and face scrunched up in a rather adorable fit of apocalyptic rage. She’s wearing a slightly more fantasy-like take on that skimpy red costume she’d worn for him on the roof the other night… while Carol, on the other hand, is dressed in little more than a few leather straps like the barbarian babe she’s pretending to be.
“What?! An intruder?! How did you get in here?!”
Adopting a rather carefree smile (which was easy enough to do when Peter knew exactly how this was going to go) the young man steps forward, his smile turning into a bit of a grin when both Carol and Wanda blush a little just from his gaze alone.
“I fought my way in, obviously. That’s what an adventurer does!”
Wanda tsks and then growls, planting her hands on her hips as she juts out her chest and shows off her half-naked body, as well as her expansive cleavage. Her top can be very liberally called a corset, at this point.
“Hmph! So then, you must be that hero Parker I’ve been hearing about! You’re here to foil my plans, aren’t you? Is that also what an adventurer does?”
Peter hums, drawing his own sword and hefting his shield as he steps forward further into the chamber. Carol moves to meet him, but she’s clearly taking her time, letting him have a chance to speak. Peter pretends to think for a moment, and then flashes both women a big grin.
“An adventurer teaches naughty little witches and their minions the error of their ways… be it the hard way, or the easy way.”
Both Wanda and Carol go bright red at that, and for a moment Carol’s guard almost seems to fall. The blonde looks over at her ‘Mistress’ and licks her lips, even as Peter continues to cross the chamber.
“Um, Mistress… I think I’d lik-.”
Seeming to realize where Carol is going with it, Wanda cuts her off.
“Silence you fool! Face him and fight! Or I’ll be the one showing you the hard way!”
A shiver runs down Carol’s back at that.
“You promise?”
It’s obvious that Wanda isn’t entirely ready for just how much of a needy, horny, submissive masochist that Carol Danvers truly is, even when she’s roleplaying as a big dumb brute. Peter actually has to stop for a moment as Wanda does a double take, before flushing in embarrassment and palming her face.
“… Yes, I promise. Now just fight him already!”
“Yes Mistress!”
Spinning around, Carol raises her greatsword over her head and charges forward. Peter lifts his own sword and shield in return, preparing himself for an exchange of blows. Honestly, he’s not usually the kind of guy to exchange blows under any circumstances. Not when most of the time he’s either dodging bullets from normal thugs or going up against super powered assholes much stronger than him.
So really, he’s not so sure how this next bit is going to go, even though he knows how both Wanda and Carol want it to end. Luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about that. Carol is more than ready to take the fall so that the roleplay can continue in the direction it’s meant to continue… literally. As the barbarian babe stomps forward and goes to swing her sword, she pratfalls, tripping over her own feet in a truly ridiculous fashion and falling flat on her face as her sword goes skidding.
Groaning and moaning in an exaggerated manner as she lays at Peter’s feet, Carol clearly isn’t that hurt… but she’s also not getting up or trying to attack him again. The funny bit is, this isn’t necessarily out of character for the roleplay. After all, she’d been excited by Peter’s declaration that he was there to punish them both.
Regardless, with her minion down for the count, Wanda the Witch just stares for a moment in shock, before rallying and letting a cute little scowl spread across her features.
“Ugh! Do I have to do everything here myself?!”
As her magical energy starts to form in her hands, the beginnings of a spell clearly, Peter steps forward with his sword and shield held aloft, ready to do battle with Wanda as well. When she unleashes a beam of seemingly destructive energy at him, he does the obvious thing and holds up his shield to try and block it… but rather than just block it, Peter’s shield absorbs the magical energy, and Peter himself feels more revitalized than he ever has before, like there’s energy in every fiber of his being.
As the energy beam cuts off, Peter straightens up and looks past his shield to where Wanda is left panting, clearly out of breath. They share a look for a moment, the Witch adopting an expression of knowing fear, and Peter adopting one of knowing smugness as he begins to move forward, shield still interposed between the two of them.
Needless to say, the battle doesn’t last much longer after that.
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“Y-You… y-you adventurer scum! I will never submit, just so you know! You might have broken my minion, but you won’t break me!”
It’s about fifteen minutes later, and Peter’s victory is effectively complete. Well, almost complete. He still has to do the part where he fucks both Carol and Wanda into a stupor, after all. Speaking of which… Peter smiles as he looks down at his feet, where Carol is currently kneeling, her mouth around his cock and the leather straps she’d been wearing before nowhere to be found.
Wanda, meanwhile, is only a couple feet away, currently tied down to her own ritual altar by big heavy metal shackles with glowing runes on them… obviously, they were suppressing her magic, or she’d be trying to escape. The brunette Witch growls and continues to squirm and wiggle this way and that, her tits, which he’d exposed by tearing her corset right off her body, bouncing and jiggling all the while.
Of course, Peter hadn’t had to do much in the way of ‘breaking’ Carol the Cunt. As soon as Peter had finished tying Wanda down to the altar, Carol had ‘miraculously’ recovered from her pratfall and gotten to her knees, ripping her leather straps off of her body and exposing herself to him as she proclaimed that she was a naughty, stupid barbarian cunt who needed to be taught a lesson.
Peter had set her to work on his cock and was even now enjoying the blonde’s dick sucking technique as he curled his fingers through her blonde locks and forced her to take his dick nice and deep down her tight little throat. The blonde gags of course, making no attempt at suppressing her gag reflex like say, Natasha or Sue might. Instead, Carol almost seems to luxuriate in choking on his dick.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
There’s tears streaming down her cheeks, and drool collecting on her chin only for it to drip off onto her fat tits, and yet, she’s as happy as a clam, being used and abused by Peter, by her true Master. Heh, now there was an idea. Pulling out of Carol’s throat and popping free of her lips, Peter slaps his cock across the blonde’s face a few times as she moans wantonly, her tongue slipping out to try and follow after his member.
“A dumb cunt like you probably needs someone to follow, don’t you? If you can’t find someone good, you’re liable to fall in with someone bad. So how about from now on, I’ll be your Master, and you’ll be my minion. Sound good?”
Carol’s eyes are wide as Peter inserts their actual relationship into the roleplay just a tad. Perhaps she realizes that HE realizes she’s sort of been failing at staying in character. Either way, the blonde brute nods energetically at the idea.
“Okay! Please fuck me silly and claim me as your own, Master! Mmph!”
Chuckling, Peter shoves his dick right back down Carol’s throat and goes back to skull-fucking her quite violently, grabbing hold of her head with both hands as he forces her nose into his crotch again and again, and slaps her chin with his balls repeatedly.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
Only with Carol would Peter be this rough. He knew how much she liked it, just as he knew how much she could take. They were lucky that the masochistic pig of the group was a brute with a lot of durability and strength thanks to her powers, that was for sure. Though, even Carol needs to breathe. By the time Peter cums down her throat, his seed exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as a result, Carol’s eyes have practically rolled up in her head, and he has to slap her a few times to get her breathing again.
She gurgles around his cum, which bubbles out from her lips and nostrils, but once he can see life in her eyes once more, Peter just drops her, letting go of her hair and turning towards the other woman in the room with a grin on his face. Wanda’s eyes narrow and her nostrils flare as he steps up to her and nonchalantly, quite casually in fact, reaches out and gropes one of her tits. She flushes in indignation… and something else as well.
“Y-You dare… I’ll have your head for this, Parker! D-Don’t you touch me! I-It’s not like I enjoy it or a-anything…”
Ah, so that was how Wanda wanted to play it. Peter doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t dignify her with a response, at least not a verbal one. Instead, he reaches down and cups her cunt through the small scrap of cloth she’s still wearing. Wanda’s breath hitches, and Peter isn’t surprised when he fights a heated wetness to her pussy, showing just how horny she truly is. Raising an eyebrow, Peter just smiles as Wanda is forced to avert her gaze.
“Y-You brute of a hero… you’re just going to have your way with me anyways, so why s-shouldn’t I make sure I’ll enjoy it! It’s a simple bodily function, nothing more… it doesn’t mean I’m actually l-looking forward to it or anything!”
Peter hums at that for a long moment, continuing to grind the heel of his palm into her crotch, even as Wanda not-so-subtly humps at his hand, barely holding in her moans. Then, without missing a beat, Peter pulls his hand away and turns his back on her entirely, walking over to a watching Carol instead. Behind him, Wanda lets out a startled gasp at his departure.
“Y-You! What do you think you’re doing?! Where do you think you’re going?!”
But Peter isn’t gone long enough for her to work herself up into a proper rant. He returns in short order… with Carol in his grasp. Pulling the blonde brute up to her feet by a harsh grip on her hair, Peter forcibly stands Carol right in front of Wanda. Then, he takes up his position behind the gorgeous woman, bending Carol forward and sliding his cock up against her slit from behind. Carol coos, while Wanda growls, but ultimately has to lie to save face.
“W-Well good then! F-Fuck her instead! Better her than me! I-it’s not like it would feel good, having y-your big, fat c-cock in my m-mewling quim!”
Peter looks Wanda in the eye over Carol’s head, the blonde bent forward at this point and holding onto the altar on either side of Wanda’s body for good measure… and thrusts right in. Carol squeals and moans immediately, and Wanda blushes bright red as the blonde quickly begins to sing her new master’s praises.
“Y-yes! Yes Master, please fuck me! Fuck me with your big fat cock! It feels so good, Master! It feels so good being s-so full!”
It takes Wanda a moment to gather herself, her eyes flicking between Peter’s and Carol’s faces for a moment and a look of longing spreading across her own before she gets control of herself again and visibly scowls.
“O-Of course this dumb b-bitch would say that. She… she would eat rocks if someone smarter told her they tasted good! Just because she likes being fucked by you d-doesn’t mean it’s actually worth m-my time!”
Peter still doesn’t speak. He just keeps on fucking Carol, and Carol in turn does the talking for him. At least, at first, she does. Eventually, Carol loses the ability to properly communicate like a human being. The blonde’s eyes go crossed and she’s reduced to grunts and groans and moans, even as Peter reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her blonde hair, lifting her head up. His other hand pulls one of her arms behind her back, and those are his two handholds as he fucks the masochistic bitch raw, as he rams deep, DEEP into her with his massive member.
Thanks to him holding up Carol’s head, Wanda gets to watch the entire time, she gets to watch every moment of Carol’s breaking as the blonde lets out her inner whore and truly becomes the wanton pain slut that they all know she is, deep down inside. Eventually, even Wanda’s words trail off as she just watches in silence, bright red and visibly jealous, even if she won’t admit it.
Peter fucks Carol right into oblivion, having no compunctions about doing so as he wrecks the durable blonde and then some, eventually filling her with his seed and discarding her. Carol falls face down on the ground, with her ass up in the air and her arms splayed out on either side of her. It’s a fitting position for the horny masochistic pig, in Peter’s opinion.
With Carol done with, Peter turns his attentions back to Wanda. He cocks an eyebrow at the Witch, and in turn, the Witch blushes prettily, biting her lower lip as she looks down at his cock, covered in sexual fluids but still quite hard… and now pointed in her direction.
“I… It’s not like I’d w-want her sloppy seconds anyways… s-so really, if you’re going to f-fuck me, you should clean yourself off first…”
Well, that Peter can do. Walking around the altar, Peter arrives at Wanda’s head. Her ruby red lips begins to open, however instead of having her suck him clean as she clearly expected him to, Peter uses Wanda’s hair, wrapping her curly, lush brunette locks around his cock and wiping it off with them, leaving an utter mess behind in her hair by the time he’s done.
Wanda whines in protest but doesn’t actually say anything until Peter is done and pulls away, stepping back around to the front of her, and even then, it’s just a whispered ‘brute’ as she stares hungrily down at his cock. Smiling, Peter reaches down and rips what are effectively Wanda’s panties away from her crotch, exposing her glistening wet cunt to the world. He then slaps his cock down on it a few times, both of them listening to the noise of her juices being displaced by his meaty member as Wanda whimpers and bites her lip, trying to hold in her moans.
When Peter finally presses the tip of his cock up against the Witch’s slit, he grabs ahold of her messy hair and leans in closer, looking Wanda in the eye as she in turn stares up at him, their gazes intense.
“D-Do it… do it you bastard… just fuck me already.”
He’s tempted to hold out for actual begging, because that was half his goal when he first started this impromptu silent treatment, but it wasn’t like he’d written that down in stone or anything. And to be fair… Peter really wants to fuck her. More than that, he wants to watch her face contort in pleasure AS he fucks her.
That’s exactly what happens, Peter’s cock thrusting up into Wanda’s helpless, defenseless cunt and the Witch crying out and arching her back across her own ritual altar as she IMMEDIATELY orgasms around his dick. He doesn’t stop fucking her though of course, nor does he stop watching her features as her eyes finally fill with naked lust, as her ruby red lips form into a perfect o, as her moans fill the chamber.
He fucks her, and he fucks her, and he fucks her. Nonstop plowing, that’s Peter Parker in this moment. He rams his cock up into Wanda as hard as he can, having built up the tension within himself just as much as he built it up within her. Sure, he’d had Carol to fuck in the meantime, but Carol… Carol was little more than a collection of holes, the masochistic slut. There was a reason she was the minion in this story, and Wanda was the witch.
Slamming home into Wanda’s cunt for the umpteenth time and watching her orgasm around his pistoning prick yet again, Peter reaches out suddenly with his free hand and grabs the Witch by the jaw, leaning in and kissing her deeply. Wanda’s eyes widen in surprise, and then grow heavily lidded as she returns the kiss, their tongues dancing with each other, even as Peter continues to fuck her with no end in sight.
But of course, there’s always an end, eventually. By the time he finishes inside of her, Wanda has climaxed around his cock a dozen times at least. Peter’s seed pumps into her womb, and as he pulls out of her, the brunette moans, writhing atop the altar. Before his eyes, a glowing sigil appears right above Wanda’s navel, probably right where her womb would be. It glows brightly, and then the light fades, but the sigil is still there.
Peter lifts an eyebrow, even as Wanda looks down the length of herself, panting heavily.
“A-Ah… it would seem you’ve claimed me too, hero. Your c-cock and your kiss… you’ve conquered my soul, and now I am yours. Please… look after me Master.”
For a moment, Peter is quiet. Then he chuckles and moves around so that he can slap his cock right into Wanda’s waiting mouth. As she dutifully sucks him clean, Peter just leans back and enjoys himself. These roleplay sessions were fantastic, truth be told. He’d had quite a lot of fun with them, quite a lot of fun enjoying the bodies of the four women he’d grown so close to over the last few months.
He could hardly wait to see what debauched fun the future held.
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