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A fully nude May Parker sits on the couch in front of the TV, sipping an orange soda, while Peter is only feet away from her, fucking Kamala Khan's pussy while she moans his name loudly. They are all in Peter's suite in Stark Tower, where they all lived. They each had their own rooms, but usually everyone at least slept with one other person.
The flexible Kamala Khan's legs were behind her head as Peter fucked her. They were all almost always horny, so fucking was usually the best way to pass the time. While condoms usually never were worn, Peter always pulled out before cumming. Although, it looked like today might stray from the norm.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Peter moaned.
"Great," Kamala gasped as Peter thrusted deeper. "Pull out and do it on my belly."
Despite her request, Peter wasn't pulling out, and continued to fuck the girl's cunt mighty gusto.
"Peter?" Kamala called, noticing Peter wasn't slowing down. "Hey, Pe-HEY~!"
Thrusting as deep as he could, balls deep into her pussy, Peter came inside Kamala, filling her womb with his super-powered seed, absolutely knocking her up with a future kid.
"Oh~" Kamala moaned, both in pleasure while also upset. "Y-you fucker~ I told you not to cum in me!"
Peter pulled out, and cum began flowing from her pussy out onto the cushions of the couch. With how much sperm was in her womb, pregnancy was practically guaranteed.
"Sorry," Peter said with a chuckle, not really that sorry. "Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll look great with a baby bump."
Kamala glared at him for a second or two, but sighed and shrugged. "Well, it was going to happen eventually. I had hoped to finish school first, but oh well."
The bedroom door behind them opened and closed, revealing the third girl of Peter's harem, Michelle Jones; his current girlfriend. Like the rest of them, MJ was completely naked. She limped over to the couch, sighing with relief as she laid down.
"FUCK," she exclaimed. "My ass is sore!"
"Hey, babe," Peter smirked, moving in for a kiss.
As he did, MJ raised her foot in response and pressed her sole against her boyfriend's lips. "If you want to kiss something, kiss this."
Peter shrugged, and instantly took a long lick of MJ's foot, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. MJ pulled her foot back in mock disgust and groaned.
"Fine, if you want a kiss that bad, you weirdo" she leaned in and made out with Peter. After a few seconds, Peter brought his hand behind her and brought it down hard on her ass, causing MJ to gasp loudly and push away as Peter laughed.
"Shit, don't do that!" she groaned. "My poor ass has been fucked, spanked, ate, and abused in every which way over the past two hours. She's a fucking animal with that strap-on, you know."
"Am I now?"
The last girl of Peter's current harem, the beautiful Natasha Romanov, exited the bedroom Michelle just came out of moments ago, wearing a large ten-inch strap-on. She brought a hand to her hip and raised an eyebrow with a smirk while looking at MJ. Like everyone else, of course, she was completely naked.
"Yeah, you are." MJ shot back cockily, while Natasha rolled her eyes, still smirking. Instead, she turned her attention to the girl on Peter's other side.
"Your turn, Khan, get in here." Natasha gestured for Kamala to get up off the couch, but the recently impregnated girl protested.
"Peter just came in me!" Kamala said as Natasha walked over to her. "Can't I just-"
Her voice became muffled as Natasha bent down and began french kissing Kamala's mouth, shutting her up. After a few seconds, Natasha pulled a way, a string of spit dropping from Kamala's mouth in the process.
"Congrats on the pregnancy, you'll be a great mom," Natasha said. "But if I have to force you into that bedroom, Kamala, you won't be walking straight for weeks."
Kamala sighed, giving in and allowing Natasha to pick her up off the couch, directing her to the bedroom. Before the door closed, Natasha brought her hand down hard on Kamala's bare butt, causing an audible smack to echo through the room, followed by Kamala's yelp of pain, which became muffled as the door slammed shut.
Scooting over closer to Peter, MJ looked at him with fascination. "Did you really just knock up Kamala?"
Peter shrugged. "Yeah, couldn't help it. At least you won't be alone anymore now!"
MJ herself has been bred by Peter three months ago. Her belly was starting to grow a little now, a mark MJ always wore proudly.
"Yeah," MJ smiled eagerly. "This is great!" She leaned in for another kiss that lasted several seconds, before moving her lips down lower and lower, before bringing them down on Peter's cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob.