The perfect perverted present?

Peter Parker gasped as he suddenly snapped back to reality. Which made him gasp again as he suddenly found himself orgasming at the same time. Forcing his eyes open he was greeted with the sight of Gwen Stacy-Parker right in front of him, a smile on her face as she sat in his lap with his cock buried in her cunt as she gasped and panted and orgasmed along with him.

"Thank You!" Peter shouted as he grabbed on tight to Gwen's hips and with a sense of passion he seldom felt he, and with the hardest erection he'd ever experienced, he fucked the lost love of his life with abandon. Never flagging or faltering as he powered thru his orgasm to keep on fucking.

He ignored the cat calls from MJ and Felicia as he frantically fucked Gwen. Inara and Amora were thankfully silent as they smiled at him.

Peter found their current positon lacking and with super strength and agility he moved them around. It wasnt hard to get Gwen into a mating press, all he really had to do was let her lay back. But this feeling, this need to be with a living and alive Gwen made him operate at Spider-Man levels. It took less then a second to reposition and as he slowed to normal speed Gwen cheered as he hooked her knees over his shoulders and resumed his frantic fucking. He tried not to just jack hammer away, he tried to be cognizant of what made Gwen react positively. But for the most part Peter just selfishly kept thrusting into Gwen trying to get deeper, trying to feel more of her all around him and given the way she squeezed and squealed he thought he was getting things right.

Gwen grabbed his face and drew him down and kissed him and kept kissing him. In between kisses she encouraged him, "Cum, Petey, CUM. Blast that baby batter in me. Cream pie me, Petey. Cum so much you make me bloated with jizz. Cum again and again until I slosh when I move. Cum like that and I'll make my whores suck your spunk out of me and then you can cream pie me again! Again and again and again, all to feed your ever expanding harem of hungry for you honeys. MJ, Felicia, Amora..." Gwen gave a small laugh and winked, " Deb Whitman, Carlie Cooper... don't think I havent seen Rio Morales giving you looks... my cousin Jill wants you... Your cop friend Yuri... thirsty bitches all who want your dick. And then there's the Spiderwomen, Silk, Mockingbird, Silver Sable, She-Hulk all those horny heroines that need your big dick deep in their cunts filling them full of cum. All of us loving and fucking and living in bliss."

Peter groaned as he finally came, burried as deep as he could go in Gwen, holding her as tight as he dared with his super strength. He barely gave her dirty talk any thought, he was barely even thinking, his brain was just focusing on Gwen Stacy being alive and in his arms. Kissing her passionately he said, "I wish it could always be this way."

Inara's full throated orgasmic shout as she granted the wish made Peter wake up and realize more then just Gwen and he existed. As he looked around he realized exactly what it is he had said and what it is that meant. With a moan he just let himself collapse, lying bonelessly atop Gwen. He groaned out, "This is not what I meant."

Inara sniggered, "Whoopsy. I thought you wanted to please your darling Gwen."

Peter let out a yelp as She-Hulk grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him off of Gwen. "My turn Gwendy."

"Of course Jen." Gwen waved a hand at the suddenly very full bedroom, she then turned that blinding smile into a sexy smirk, "Which of my thirsty whores want to eat my creamy pie?"

Peter sighed as he was thrown over She-Hulk's shoulder as she turned to head to another bedroom. He got to watch as Amora, ever the dutiful maid, was joined by Carlie Cooper in cleaning up Gwen's well spunked cunt.

He was distracted as he watched two different Spiderwomen: Jessica and Julia were joined by Silk in scuttling across the ceiling, following him and She-Hulk to the next place he was going to have sex, apparently. As he passed MJ she reached up and patted his leg, "Keep it up Tiger you still have more then half of the ladies to satisfy."

"This is going to be what kills me." Peter shook his head, he sighed "There are worse ways to go."

She-Hulk slapped his ass, "No dieing until you make me cum at least twice."

"Yes ma'am." Peter massaged his smacked butt. "God I really need another dick or three." Peter shuddered as he saw Inara appear and look at him expectantly.

"Well, we cant all be Tentacle Tina." MJ chimed in commiseratingly. "And we couldn't really afford to have her come here and satisfy your ladies every day. Your birthday party was a favor since I gave her her big break."

"Tenta-" Peter suddenly found himself inundated with memories of the worlds first and most famous mutant porn star. A young Puerto Rican woman famed for her amazing hour glass figure and the four tentacles she could sprout from her back, each with a little toothless maw on the tip that drooled a pinkish slime. A friend of the family as it were who had worked with MJ in the past.

Peter suddenly struck by inspiration pushed himself up off of She-Hulk's shoulder and jumped to the ground. "Workshop! Where's my workshop?"

"What's up Tiger?" MJ asked familiar with Peter in brainstorm mode.

"We dont need Tina, I can make my own tantacles! I know how to build Doc Ock's arms! With the correct, uh, attachments things will be... well... y'know..." Peter waved a hand about at the number of women around.

"Less waiting?" MJ filled in his rambling.

Peter snapped his finger and pointed, "Yup, that."

She-Hulk laughed, "Hold on, let me call the Avengers and free up a lab for this, don't want you using spare parts to build this."

"Good call, Jen." MJ patted She-Hulk on her glorious green rump.