Peter gets a hold of MJ and comes to an unconventional arrangememt

The phone rang and rang. Peter looked nervously at the clock as it ticked over to 11:45PM.

"C'mon, MJ, pick up, pick up!"

He let out an audible sigh of relief as heard the click.

"Tiger?" came Mary Jane's voice with a yawn. "I was asleep, what's wrong?"

"OK, I don't have a lot of time to explain but I got cursed with an evil sex genie-"

"Ifrit!" Inara interjected sweetly, but he ignored her.

"And she turned the Enchantress into my sex **** but with the condition that if she doesn't have me um, put my johnson in one of her holes to completion every day, she'll die!"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

". . . Peter, is this a joke?" she responded frostily.

"NO! I wi-"

Peter bit his tongue to stop from saying the "wish" word and quickly rephrased, spitting out his words in a panic.

"I would love it if it were but I'm telling the truth! Her name is Inara and she says she's an ifrit, whatever that is, but yeah, I've got the friggin' Enchantress right here in my apartment now, telling me she'll die if she doesn't either blow me or have sex with me in the next 15 minutes!"

There was another long pause.

"Hello?"

". . . I swear, Peter, if it was anybody but you telling me this, I'd just dump them on the spot but I know you never lie to me. What's the exact terms and conditions again?"

Peter glanced up at Inara to ask but she just waved a hand dismissively.

"I can hear everything you hear! The conditions are that you have to finish in either her ass, pussy or mouth at least once per day or she'll die. Oh, and she's your utterly adoring, fawning, domesticated sex **** for life but that's probably not what you-"

"Uh, the ifrit, she's saying I have to finish in either her ass, pussy or mouth at least once per day or she'll die!"

Mary Jane let out an angry snort.

"Ugh! Fine. If it's really, truly life or ****, she gets to blow you . . . but you close your eyes and listen to me and don't even look her. You think only of ME the WHOLE TIME, got it?"

Peter let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Sure! Yes! Absolutely."

"Put me on speaker."

Peter put the phone down near his bed on the nightstand, turning on speaker. The clock now read 11:50.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"Yes! I can hear you fine-"

"Not you, Peter, HER. Hey, slut, Enchantress, whatever your name is - can you hear me?"

"Yes, Mary Jane, this is Amora and I can hear you." The buxom blonde villainess turned sex **** responded cheerfully.

"Good. Let's set some ground rules first, OK? Peter is MINE, understood? He is MY boyfriend and you're just getting to blow him because I let him. You're acting as my mouth right now and nothing more, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." she responded. "May I please blow my Master now? For you?"

". . . Fine. Peter, unzip your pants and let her get started but close your eyes and only pay attention to my voice, got it?"

Peter nervously stood up and undid his pants, making Amora coo with delight as his cock slid out. He couldn't help but admit he'd thought of exactly this every time he saw Amora's fabled lips but he closed his eyes, faithful to MJ as ever. It would also help him to ignore the elephant, or rather ifrit, in the room.

"Amora, get started."

The blonde apparently needed no further encouragement. Peter felt her warm mouth envelop his soft cock and balls eagerly and he gasped.

"You like that, tiger? Yeah, just imagine me, your lovely Mary Jane Watson, sucking that big beautiful cock of yours."

Peter groaned slightly as Amora let his balls pop out of her mouth and focused on stimulating his shaft, getting hard despite himself.

"You love it when I suck that big cock of yours, don't you, Tiger? Mmm, I love it so much. My big strong man's cock in my mouth."

He stiffened as he felt Amora's huge breasts press up against his legs, radiating heat, with thick nipples hard as rocks digging into his calves. MJ never lacked in the bust department but she still wasn't quite as huge as the Enchantress- no! He had to think of MJ.

"Y- yeah! I love them- it- you! I love you so much!"

Mary Jane to her credit, didn't falter for an instant.

"And I love you, Tiger. You deserve a good, hot cocksucking after a hard day. Just relax and let me make you feel good, Peter."

Peter groaned as Amora's efforts redoubled, his cock now well and fully hard despite the awkwardness of the situation, all 9 inches of him now standing at attention. He gasped as he felt one of Amora's hands start gently teasing his balls while her tongue ran up and down the length of him. While he still couldn't see a thing, he didn't have to - in fact, having his eyes closed the whole time was making the sensations even more intense.

"Now, slut, you take him as deep as you can in your mouth and start humming, got it?"

Amora did exactly as MJ asked and Peter groaned involuntarily as she deep throated him and began humming along his length.

"Oh, fuck! MJ!"

"That's right, say MY name! ME! Keep those eyes shut and SAY MY NAME!"

"Mary Jane! Mary Jane! MARY JANE!" he groaned over and over, one of his hands involuntarily reaching down to grab the long red hair he was imagining. Amora didn't seem to mind, however, as she continued eagerly sucking his cock.

"Cum for me Tiger, c'mon, Tiger, c'mon, baby, come for me, cum down my sexy throat, CUM RIGHT NOW!" Mary Jane purred in her best bedroom voice, finally sending Peter over the edge.

"UNNGGH! FUCK! MJ!" he cried out, finally letting loose and cumming, grabbing the hair in his fist roughly and thrusting deep into a willing mouth as he came.

He cried out and fell onto the bed, gasping.

". . . Peter? Is it- did you-"

Peter's eyes fluttered open just in time to see Amora's blissed out face as she lay spread eagle on the ground at his feet, clearly having just orgasmed herself, some of his spunk coating the edge of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked it up like a cat with cream and she then let out a soft sigh of pure bliss, like a junkie getting her fix, hands squeezing her huge tits lazily. His jaw couldn't help but drop a bit at the sight of her.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, I- yes! I did. Um. Sorry?"

Mary Jane let out an annoyed noise.

"Whatever. Just- go to Doctor Strange and get this FIXED! TONIGHT! Got it?" she growled.

Peter coughed and quickly stood back up to get dressed in his uniform, babbling as he changed.

"Yes, sweetie, I love you! I kept my eyes closed the whole time and I only thought of you and I LOVE YOU!"

MJ just made a disgusted noise.

". . . I love you too but we are NEVER talking about this again, got it? Good night!"

The phone clicked with a disconnect.

"Mmm, that's your beloved? A little possessive, isn't she? Still, you handled that better than I thought you would-" Inara began in a teasing tone.

"You, shut up! I'm not talking to you."

Inara did an exaggerated pout of dismay and rolled her eyes but went silent.

"Um, Amora? Are you- are you OK?"

Amora stretched like a cat, still wearing nothing but a skimpy french maid uniform with the top undone, sighing contentedly.

"I'm woooonderful, Master, mmmm . . ." she cooed. "You taste sooooo GOOD! There's nothing better than your perfect yummy cum inside me!"

Peter turned beet red and turned his head to not stare.

"Can you please put on something less . . . porny? You know, for going outside and interacting with normal people? Like actual clothes?"

Amora giggled.

"Of course, Master! I can wear whatever you like. Changing my clothes is but a simple spell. How is this?"

Peter turned back to look at her. She was now wearing skintight green yoga pants with a matching green tank top that also hugged her like a second skin and barely contained her considerable assets. The twin indent of her nipples stood out against the stretchy green material, making it abundantly clear she had no bra underneath. A lacy green thong slid up her wide hips out of the band of the yoga pants. She wore clunky yellow platform sandal heels on her feet.

"I'm told it is called "athleisure" and many attractive female mortals on Midgard embrace it."

"It's . . . certainly something! Uh, it's fine, just- just hold on."

Peter slid on his Spider-Man mask and reached out to grab the Enchantress around her waist. She put her arms around him and cooed appreciatively as she held him tight.

"Oh, Master! I love how big and strong you are! Where are we going?"

Peter tried very hard to ignore the sensation of her body against his and failed miserably.

"To see a doctor about an ifrit problem." he said as leapt into the air and launched himself through his skylight with Amora in tow.

"An ifrit- oh! Master got a hold of Inara and now he cannot get rid of her, yes?"

Peter stopped on the roof top and turned to look at Amora in shock.

"You know about Inara? Can you see her?"

Amora blinked in surprise.

"Of course I know about Inara, Master! Less than an hour ago, I sought to make her mine, before I suddenly realized I was nothing but your humble fucktoy, your loving maid, your adoring sex-"

"Right, yes, I get it- what can you tell me about getting rid of her?"

Amora blinked in surprise.

"You want to get rid of a being that will grant any of your 7 most secret desires? Why?"

"She says she can only grant wishes that induce sin or are sinful and I'm not a sin loving guy, OK?"

Amora shrugged, making her tight green top strain, clearly confused but going along with his line of thinking.

"Master, there are several levels of sin! You could ask for very small levels of sin, very simple wishes that would not cause much suffering or pain. Harmless things! For instance, you could make Mary Jane enjoy the thought of sharing you with other women, or wish that she was as buxom as myself-"

Peter facepalmed.

"What? No! I'm not going to do something like that!"

"Do something like what?" Amora asked confusedly. "Something simple that makes your life more pleasurable? She would never need know, you could make it so this was how she had always been!"

"She's got a point." Inara interjected sweetly, wrapping her arms around Amora. "You may as well do it, I promise it'll be fun!"

Peter actually stomped his foot in frustration.

"No! No way in hell am I going to do something as dumb or selfish as saying I wish Mary Jane always had bigger boobs and loved sharing me with other girls!"

Inara let out a moan and shuddered with delight as soon as the words escaped his lips.

"Your wish is now granted, Peter Parker! Enjoy!"

Spider-Man gasped as reality began to swirl around him.

"Wait! I didn't mean to-"

Peter suddenly found himself in bed, naked and covered in sweat, blinking frantically as he sat upright.

"Wha- where?"

"Bad dream, Tiger?" came Mary Jane's voice as she lay on her side to his left, facing away from him, her red hair sparkling in the moonlight.

"I- yeah? Kinda? I just- there was this evil genie and- it all felt so REAL!"

Mary Jane yawned and she sat up slowly and stretched, then turned to face him.

"The Enchantress was there and I accidentally wished for- holy crap!"

Peter's eyes bugged out as Mary Jane turned around to face him . . . with boobs roughly the size of her head hanging off her frame. She was now several cup sizes bigger than her old D cups, at least an F cup if not bigger. His jaw dropped. She made She-Hulk look like a little girl!

She just giggled as she saw him gaping at her enhanced tits.

"God, Tiger, look at that face! C'mon, I know they're spectacular, but it's not like you've never seen the girls before!"

"I- your- oh, no, Mary Jane! I-"

"Mmm, what's going on?" came a lazy purr from behind him, making him jump as he noticed another figure in the bed for the first time.

"Wha-" he gasped in shock as he saw Felicia Hardy stretch and slide out from under the covers beside him to his right. The lithe platinum blonde cat burglar was also completely nude. "F- Felicia?"

"Oh, Peter had a bad dream." MJ said with a chuckle, as if the two of them sharing a bed with his ex, The Black Cat, was completely normal. "Wanna help me make him feel better?"

Felicia gave Mary Jane a lustful glance and grinned widely.

"Only always, Mary Jugs!" Felicia purred as she slid up, also nude, against Peter's left side while Mary Jane slid up against his right. "C'mere, you . . ."

Peter gulped.

"What did I just do?" he whispered, even as the two women began to rub against him eagerly.