Chapter 85: SpideyPool of a healthy human

A homophobe, then? That's an interesting interpretation. Well, I've never been accused of being homophobic. Although she's right to a certain extent. No, it's not that I hate gays or anything like that, on the contrary, when they don't flaunt or brag about their homosexuality, it often turns out that gays are the funniest guys in the party, they have a good sense of humor and all that. But I can't help my subconscious aversion to such things.

Meanwhile, Wanda decided to move on from persuasion to action... even more action than before.

Pushing me against the table, so that I could no longer pull away from the seductress without spoiling the results of the last hours' work, Wilson lets her hands free.

"I think I've found something," oh, this woman knows exactly what she's looking for, "and that something says yes to me."

What should I do? All my life experience screams that it would be a mistake to give in to Wilson's provocation. But that was the experience of another life, by different standards. I would never cheat on my girlfriend, especially not like this-a few steps from her bed-but what in this world is considered cheating? I don't know. From what I understand, men here have carte blanche to choose freely and be polygamous. I've heard that it's considered good form to introduce a new girlfriend to your girlfriends first, but that's as much the norm as asking for approval from the parents of your chosen one at the beginning of the relationship or not getting laid before marriage in my past world... I mean, in most cases no one will judge you for not following these norms, but...

"Wanda, that's enough. M.J. sleeps in this room, I don't want her to wake up and find us... me with another girl, I don't want to cheat..."

"Well..." the woman grumbled disappointedly, "I've been turned down before, but at least I know why..."

"What's going on here?" Mary Jane's sleepy voice sounded unexpectedly.

Why the hell had she woken up so early? Had it really been six hours? I lost track of time.

"It's not what you think!" Wilson reacted with feigned panic in her voice, "It looks like we're fucking, but we're actually treating your boyfriend for homophobia, just beginning to treat... all we've done so far is diagnose and make a treatment plan."

And no attempts to pull away, on the contrary, Wanda provocatively presses herself against me with her extremely seductive body. Perhaps if I want to stop this mess, I should stop with the pathetic excuses and push her away myself... but do I want to?

"Don't bullshit me," MJ squinted, pulling the IV needle out of her vein, "you just decided to fuck my boyfriend while I'm out!"

"You've got the wrong emphasis, not that I care whether you're out or not," Wanda went on without a trace of embarrassment. But what am I talking about, Deadpool and embarrassment are as incompatible as the wave and corpuscular properties of the electron in the classical theory of elementary particles, "I did everything to save "your boyfriend", I want my share! My reward."

"Strictly speaking," I say, "I saved myself, and I got you out of the mess, so..." Not to mention that I'm not a pirate treasure to count shares from me, and besides, I gave her back her beauty, isn't that a reward?"

This undoubtedly meaningful speech, alas, remained in my head. Wilson just didn't let me say anything, and she kissed me brazenly in front of Mary Jane. And she did it as defiantly as possible, using her aggressive and, I'd like to point out, very skillful tongue.

"So you're the one who wants your reward," Wilson squinted, breaking the wild kiss, and then looked at M.J. with a challenge, "Well, Red, will you help me reward this 'hero', or should I do it myself?"

Mary Jane got up from her bed and gave Wanda a heavy stare - a storm is about to break out.

But the girl only grunted, and then she came toward us and grabbed Wanda by the hair, pulling her head back.

Though her actions seemed quite aggressive, she didn't try to hurt the mercenary-not by pulling her hair like a jealous wife, but by pulling her away.

To make room, I realized, when M.J. came at me with kisses of her own. And this time I could clearly feel how much passion and lust was behind her actions, it wasn't like it had been a few hours earlier when we'd first met after my kidnapping.

"Good choice, Red," I heard Wanda say in her satisfied voice.

"Fuck off," M.J. muttered, pulling away from me for a second.

Wilson didn't answer her, at least not in words. I couldn't see what Wanda was doing, but I could feel it. She pulled down my pants in one swift motion, only the torn button squeaked miserably, and then grabbed my nearly hardened cock through the fabric of my underpants.

"Damn it, boy!" Wanda exclaimed, assessing my fighter in the palm of her hand, "It's a crime to hide such wealth from everyone. With a dick like that you could have made half of America happy instead of pleasing that selfish redhead! If I had known about him before..."

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"Jealous silently..." muttered M.J., but she couldn't help but glance down, "however... I remember him being a little less... manly."

I think I was exposed, and in front of witnesses.

"Well, how can I put it," I grinned awkwardly, "I was guided by older memories, restoring this body... from a past world, you know?"

"Yeah," Wanda whistled, kneeling down and pulling my panties down as she did so, allowing my cock to rise in full force.

"Oh, that's a weapon worthy of a superhero," Wilson whispered, moving in close, but avoiding touching for now.

She's really going to do it. And Mary Jane has no thought of stopping her. Is this really happening?

Without going to any lengths, Wanda swallowed my cock to the ground. That' what she called a Bottomless Throat, no girl I had ever dated, in a past life I mean, when my dick was as big as it is now, could do it like that - straight away, without the slightest bit of preparation. I couldn't help but moan into Mary Jane's mouth.

"Damn whore," M.J. commented on Deadpool's actions, but I could hear a note of admiration in her words.

Or maybe I heard more than that, because Mary Jane's passion only increased after that. Wanting to test my hunch, I reached for her jeans, but as is always the case, the naughty article of clothing did not want to give in right away. With a slight chuckle, Mary Jane helped me through the zipper and then removed the sweatshirt herself, whereupon I could find clear evidence of how horny she was. M.J. immediately responded to my actions with a long moan. I suppose this could be taken as a sign, urging me to stop breaking down and take matters into my own hands. Especially since the skillful and decisive manipulation of Wilson, who by this time had switched from a rough blow job to gentle tongue work, knocked the last doubts out of my head...

Running my fingers down Mary Jane's panties, I began to stimulate her oozing pussy. Even though it wasn't the most comfortable position-MJ had to lift one leg and rest her knee on the table to give me some space-the girl soon came to the edge. I'd barely had time to penetrate her vagina with two fingers when I felt MJ's whole body shudder.

I wasn't going to stop there, but Mary Jane pulled away from me, and then looked down again to where Wilson was concentrating on licking my cock, as if oblivious to the rest of the world. Throwing me a quick glance, M.J. smiled slyly, and then put her hands on Wanda's head, forcing her to resume her throaty blowjob.

The realization that my girlfriend was holding another woman by the hair while she sucked my cock made me feel like I was coming to the edge and I didn't see the slightest reason to hold back. I thought about warning Wilson that I was going to cum, but as I watched her swallow my cock down to the ground with her eyes closed and with pleasure, I gave up on the idea. I don't think she wants to stop.

Resting my elbows on the table, I released the first volley of seed directly into Wanda's mouth. As I thought, it didn't embarrass her in the slightest. On the contrary, she found a way to make my sensations even stronger by concentrating on stimulating the base of the head of my cock with her tongue.

"Oh, shit," I could only moan as I closed my eyes and continued to cum.

Without letting my cock out of her mouth, Wanda echoed me with her moans, as if she were enjoying the process... though. I paid a little closer attention to Wilson. Really?

"Wow," M.J. grinned, obviously noticing what I'd noticed, "she really needed this."

"You have no idea how," Wanda said huskily.

"Did You cum? Just from sucking me?" I asked.

"It made me squirt a little bit. It's so exciting to finally have your magnificent cock in my mouth." Said Wanda, and then grinned as she put her hand around my shaft again. "But what turns me on even more is that this giant doesn't even think about going down. My genes did you good, huh?"

"Kind of," Wilson was damn right. Even though I'd just cum, my arousal didn't think to subside.

I definitely wasn't going to limit myself to a blowjob this night. I retained enough sanity, though, to know that a table full of lab equipment was not the best place for sex. I put my arms around both girls' waists and led them toward the bed where Mary Jane had lain not so long ago. It was bigger than the ones they usually set up in the hospital, so it would fit three people. It wasn't that I had planned to have orgies in the lab from the start, but I knew I was going to be sleeping here a lot, so I made sure I had a proper bed, and a sofa and a television set. I told you, no second thoughts.

I pushed them onto the blankets and admired the view. Mary J. was already wearing nothing but a bra, except for wet panties dangling from one leg, and Wanda, though still dressed, was in such a seductive pose that she looked better than any Playboy model that didn't exist in the world. And the tight shorts and open top she had changed her costume into as soon as we had fixed her up again gave a great view of her gorgeous body. And by gorgeous, I mean something really mind-blowing.

Holy shit, I'm going to fuck the local version of Deadpool. I hope Wade never finds out about this. I hope no one from my world ever finds out about this!

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