Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Felicia stretched and felt Huntress stir within her. She had welcomed the Symbiote with open arms. It gave her power, it gave her what she needed to take down that rat bastard Norman Osborn. When Peter had killed Rhino the files he took led Felicia right to Oscorp.

She already knew where the serum that had changed her into Black Cat came from. Her father had told her before he used it on her. What she was really after was the job where her father had gone missing. She grinned as it was in the files.

Aleksei Sytsevich kept a very close eye on what Osborn was up to as a countermeasure to a double-cross. There was no denying that Alexsi was just as dirty but he was always dirty. Brought up on the streets, he hustled from a young age. Falling in with the mob was a given. Falling in with Norman Osborn was as simple as greasing the right palm.

After talking with Peter and the rest she had taken a nap in Gwen’s bed. She couldn't complain, not after they saved her, not after they hid her. Still half asleep from the less than sleep nap, she stood and stretched. It wasn't the first time she had been here and walked out of the home without a care in the world.

She usually had her breakfast waiting on a plate. She preferred to grab an energy bar or canned protein drink. With nothing nearby, she plodded towards the breakfast table with her eyes half-closed.

The strange wooden table was a different sight from the normal plastic-coated one she had at home. Even the cup and plate were missing. Scrunching her face up she realised she wasn't alone.

"Uh Felicia, I'm not gonna complain but uh, could you maybe put some clothes on," Peter asked her.

Felicia looked down and her tight white panties didn't hide very much and as that was all she was wearing. Peter got an eyeful.

Without shame, she stood and stared at him and in return, he stared right back. Gwen and MJ were both beautiful. Since they became hosts they had toned down and put on muscle but Felicia was that way naturally.

Her arms and legs were muscular from working out and fighting. Her taut stomach had very little fat on it and he could see the lines of her abs as she stood in the morning sun. There was only a slight mark from the bullet wound, but he knew that it would fade in a few days.

As his eyes drifted up they stopped at her chest. He had no idea how breast size was measured but Felicia had gone right past cup and right into bowl.

Her breasts were large but perky. Light pink and slightly hard nipples sat over largeish circles of her areola. As his eyes slid further up, her hair, still messy from sleeping, hung down over her slender neck. Its platinum blonde colour caught and reflected the sunlight.

"Meh," was all she uttered as she took the cup from Peters's hands and began to drink his coffee. To stop him from taking it from her, she sat herself down on his lap. Something was digging into her ass, but right now, all she cared about was her coffee.

Rocking back and forth slightly she felt it slip between her legs. As it settled into a more comfortable position she woke enough to figure out what it was. Her panties had moved and she could feel the burning heat of his manhood spreading her lips.

As it touched her, she felt the same electric zing as when Gwen did. That tingle of excitement that promised so much pleasure. A feeling she wanted more than anything right now. A new connection.

"Pete, Please," she begged. She could feel the burning ache between her legs. All she could think about was the thick manhood pressing into her. How she wanted it, how for the first time in her life she ached from something inside her.

Peter didn't even wait to respond. He could smell her excitement and it burned in him like a fire. She was amazing and all he could think about was how she felt. He slid back in his seat, lifted her slightly and in one thrust was deep within her.

Felicia gasped, she had expected rough but that was intense. Huntress was making her wet already and she could feel that the Symbiote hungered for him.

It knew the power he had and it wanted to taste it but Felicia had only second-hand knowledge to go on.

His cock pulsed and radiate a flaming heat inside her. There was no pain, as she'd used toys before, but he was big. Much bigger than anything else and she felt every inch of him. She'd never dated any men and had settled as a lesbian. Her pussy tightened up around Peter's manhood and she began to push herself up and down on it. The coffee was forgotten as she used the table as leverage.

She closed her eyes and yelped in surprise as someone else's hands pinched her nipples. Opening them she found Gwen drinking a coffee and touching her all over her chest. "Oh don't mind me, you took my breakfast so you gotta pay kitty cat."

Felicia didn't care. Gwen was a bit rougher than she wanted but she didn't care. The thick hot cock was pulsing and pushing her buttons more than she could have imagined. As he pistoned her up and down his cock grew, filling her completely, no space inside was left untouched.

Gwen, holding the coffee cup with one hand was between her legs, rubbing and teasing her clit with the other. Felicia caught the smug grin. She had wanted this. To watch as Pete screwed her girlfriend and Felicia didn't care. Gwen was letting her see just how much she was turned on. Her finger slid in and out, then up to her clit and more than see Felicia could sense her arousal. Her need.

Gwen looked at Peter and he nodded, grinning as she put down her cup and motioned for Felicia to lean forward. With her now out the way Gwen sat on the table and lifted her skirt, spread her legs and grinned at Felicia.

“Oh god, Gwen,'' Felicia moaned. Gwen pushed her face into her crotch. The salty slickness filled her mouth as she licked and teased her wet folds with her tongue. Gwen ran her hand over Felicia’s head and she moaned as she explored and her eyes caught Peters. He was watching as Felicia went down on Gwen but he nodded and continued to thrust in and out of her.

Felicia wanted this. She gasped as she was filled by Peter. She moaned as she sucked on Gwen's clit. Hearing her breath harder as she slid a finger into her, she fingered her as she flicked her clit. Gwen moaned as she ran her tongue up and down her lips.

Gwen was the same. As Felicia explored her orgasm came and unlike with Peter, it faded into subtle warmth. It flared again when a finger slipped inside and began to massage her. Poison, normally yelling by now, stayed quiet, purring and sharing the new sensations.

Peter felt her tense up and he started to move faster, bringing himself to climax as she had already done so.

She was grinding against him. "Shit Fel, I'm gonna cum," but she kept moving.

He knew the Symbiotes loved his taste and always wanted him to finish inside. Even without protection, they would never allow their hosts to get pregnant.

Peter loved that he could shoot his cum into any of the girls and never have to worry about it. He had laughed as Gwen let him use a condom once and recoiled as Poison had screamed about it being yucky.

With no argument he did. His cock twitched and pulsed and he filled her. Felicia felt him shoot more and more cum into her, driving her orgasm from a wave into a tsunami.

She had never had sex with a man before and never had anyone cum inside her. As the heat of his seed filled her he gasped and rode the intense wave of her orgasm. Huntress purred as she added her own pleasure to Felicia's.

Gwen watched in rapt awe as Peter fucked Felicia in front of her. Unlike MJ, Felicia was a willing participant. She watched as Peter came inside her she felt Felicia moan and shudder between the legs.

As Felicia lay panting between the two she lifted a hand and swept the hair from her face, "Oh shit, Pete. That was, oh hell, Huntress was right."

Felicia lifted herself off of Peter's lap and felt the sudden rush of emptiness as he slid out of her. The feeling was both satisfying and a bit lonely. She and Huntress had both enjoyed themselves but now it was time to get to work.

She leaned over and kissed Gwen on the lips. Gwen returned her kiss, uncaring Felicia's face was slick with her own juices.

Felicia had cupped both of Gwen's breasts with her hands. She was rubbing her thumbs over the now very erect nipples under Gwen's shirt. 

She heard Huntress laugh within her and the cold hard reality of what she had done doused her like ice-cold water. She felt him within her, the thick cream of their passion. She hadn’t wanted it to go that far, and now she had to run and figure out what the hell it meant to not just be a host but to share Peter with two others.

"I uh, gotta run," she stammered and whipped a line out and swung herself up into the walkways. Her symbskin covered her completely and she hit the emergency roof hatch running. As it dropped she vaulted up and was gone.

"Uh, aren't I supposed to gun and run?" Peter said.

Gwen snorted and then cursed. Her nipples were now very erect and poked through her white top. Biting her lip she checked her time. If she was quick she would make it to Oscorp in plenty of time.

"Okay Pete, stay there." She lifted her skirt, pulled off her soaked underwear and lowered herself down onto him. "Pete, You've got ten minutes, hard and fast, rough as you like."

He was.

Thrusting straight into Gwen neither of them cared he'd just finished inside Felicia. Gwen had wanted them both, knowing Peter liked it when both Gwen and MJ shared his bed. She was just unsure if Felicia would be the same. Now though Gwen was ecstatic. Not just the morning sex, but someone she could play with in bed with Peter. If this morning was anything to go by Peter had been more than accepting of Felicia's advances.

As he thrust deep into her, her orgasm flared. This time Poison yelled in her mind. Thrusting harder and harder he lasted a little longer than she did. Sensitive from his last orgasm she felt the hot cum flooding inside her. Satisfied, she collapsed against him.

"Shit that was amazing. Dammit, I gotta run too." She slid off him, leaned forwards and kissed him before heading into her home. She grabbed fresh underwear and ran out the warehouse door. It was standard that she wore normal clothes at Oscorp. They had no idea what security measures they had against the symbiotes, if any.

A bleary-eyed MJ then walked from her house, “uh Pete, did you just have sex with Felicia and then Gwen?”

Peter leaned back and cursed under his breath. “Yeah," he said sadly, "sorry MJ, she uh, oh shit.”

Peter looked down and MJ was sucking on him. Taking every inch into her mouth she swirled her tongue around the top. She licked him clean of both Felicia and Gwen.

“You know I don't mind, Pete.” Her head bobbed back down. Once he was hard, MJ stood and slid herself down onto him. “Not as rough.” She had been watching the trio, and as she was already wet he slid easily into her. He just grinned at her and she shook her head, “don't get too cocky” but began to grind on him.

She slid up and down on him. Taking him in as far as she could take and ground her hips against him for a few minutes before leaning back. She squeaked as her orgasm came.

She had been watching and playing with herself and left it teetering on the edge. She wanted Peter to drive her over that cliff.

As she lent in and panted against his shoulder she gently kissed and then bit his earlobe. “Don't cum in me, tiger.”

She unmounted him and knelt, gently licking up his length. She made sure he was clean before she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Gently swirling her tongue around before she began to move her head up and down his length.

Peter lay a hand on her shoulder and gently stroked the side of her face as she moved faster and faster. He tapped a finger on her cheek, their sign to warn them he was about to cum. As she didn't stop he knew it was okay.

He came, letting it fill her mouth and MJ sucked it down. She swallowed it all in one go before licking the bottom of his glans with her tongue. She licked up and on each side of his cock before kissing the tip.

“Thanks for breakfast but let’s not start having sex at the breakfast table, okay?” With a happy swing in her step, made her way to work.

Peter, exhausted but satisfied, leant back in his chair. Felicia had vanished, and he hoped Huntress was calm enough for her to be out. Gwen and MJ had both left for work and now that Peter had killed his boss he had nothing to do.

“Is this an invitation-only party? Or can anyone just waltz up and have a go?”

Peter was drawn from his good mood.

Shit,

They had forgotten Liv was in his home and had apparently been watching.

“Uh,” Peter said blankly. He had no idea how to answer that.

Liv sighed, “Norman forbade me from seeking self-gratification. It has been over fifteen years since I saw anything as remotely stimulating as that.” she crossed her hands over her lap. “I am being forwards, but, maybe.” she looked over hopefully at Peter, who shook his head.

“Well, At least I still need to shower, and I am such a dirty dirty girl.”