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🕑 Added 2018-11-04 22:00:00 +0000 UTCPeter was ramming into Gwen so hard that she had to brace her arms against the wall to keep from being driven into it, her body curling around as she took his lunging thrusts. She bit into his shoulder, tears streaming down her face. It was ecstasy, not pain. She didn’t even feel the discomfort of being hunched against the wall as she clutched him tightly to her body. Then she felt nothing at all, just the blankness of ecstasy. She let out a scream and gushed, reveling in the magical sensation pulsing through her. It was like she was hovering over her own body, weightless, lifted up by her bliss.
As Peter gave a loud grunt, Gwen quickly pulled herself off of his cock, scooted away from it, and grabbed him in a tight fist. She jerked his prick hard and fast before his seed pumped out, moaning weakly as she watched it gush onto her body. Peter gurgled and she jacked him faster, harder. His creamy seed spewed out of his cockhead to make a wet, slippery mess on her belly and her thighs. He’d left her with even more evidence of just how hard he could fuck her and how much he wanted to.
“No more, Peter! God! I can’t take anymore!” Gwen pleaded. She was aching from how much he had fucked her. And though more than satisfied, she couldn’t help but yearn for more.
Peter had become a madman in bed, getting it up again and again. With each orgasm, the symbiote grew, spreading across him until now it was up to his neck. “Fuck that. I’m still horny. You should’ve thought of that before you gave me this.”
He took hold of his prick, showing her it quivering slowly erect. Gwen just stared at it. He might’ve been referring to his growing hard-on, but all Gwen could see was the symbiote that now covered him like he’d been dipped in black ink.
“I don’t understand. Most men…”
“Most men don’t have you as an inspiration,” Peter stated. “Seeing that hot little body of yours is enough to make a crash-test dummy hard. How could I see you, blonde and naked and hot for it, and not fuck you?”
“But nine times?”
“Nine or nine hundred, what’s the difference? As long as I’m still horny and you’re still here…”
His hand fell to her sex. She groaned as he spurred familiar desires inside of her, fingers probing and seeking out just where she needed to be touched. She hadn’t known she could want more after how much he had fucked her. Yet when his finger ran over her clit, it swelled and thrummed as if electricity were flowing through it. She felt her juices dampening her groin. It didn’t take more than a minute for her to feel wetness dampening her inner thighs.
“Mmmm!” she moaned. “Ohhhh! Please, Peter, you can’t fuck me anymore! I mean it! I’m sore!”
“Just imagine how sore I’ll be if I don’t get my rocks off. You wouldn’t do that to someone who made you come so many times, would you?”
His finger penetrated her swollen cunt lips, stroking along the velvet of her walls. Her breath caught as she felt his fingertip inside of her. Her passions were building once more, even stronger now when she was trying to suppress them, but her soreness was mounting too. She’d never taken a man’s cock so many times in one night. It was like having sex with an entire orgy!
Her mind wandered. She tried to figure out just how much cock she had taken. Peter was about nine inches long and she figured he thrust into her about a hundred times before coming. Nine hundred inches of cock. But he had fucked her nine times. Nine to the ninth power. Eighty-one hundred inches of his driving cock.
“Six hundred and seventy-five feet!” she cried out, unable to believe her own math.
Peter didn’t even acknowledge her outburst. His attention was fixed totally on the golden hair of her pussy. He pressed his palm down on it, seeming to draw taut the flesh between the heel of his hand and where his crocked finger was rubbing. She wondered how many inches of finger she’d gotten. At least a tenth of a mile she had gotten in cock. She wondered how much it would be before she’d had miles of it. Before the end of the year, certainly.
“You don’t feel sore. And you’re certainly not moaning in pain.”
He rolled on top of her, his chest crushing down on her breasts. It was hopeless to try and get away from him. She felt his fully erect maleness heating up between her legs. His mouth found hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. As it stroked along hers, she felt herself yielding to his needs, as they slowly became her own needs. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and she eagerly allowed it, feeling his teeth press into her tongue with teasing pressure, tormenting sharpness. Gwen forgot how sore she was. Let him fuck her again. No pain could be worse than her desperate need.
He left her tongue outside her mouth, curling as she tried to vocalize the bliss she was feeling, his lips moving along the line of her jaw. She breathed heavily as he toyed with her sensitive earlobes. His teeth bit gently into the flesh. Then he sucked on it, his tongue playing over it. When his tongue pushed inside her ear, she came so hard it was almost painful.
It wasn’t a release anymore. Her weary body protested too much for that. This was something being dragged out of her, shattering its way out of her. Gwen could barely breathe. She felt her breasts rising and falling heavily, dancing atop her chest. She almost wished it would end—it was delicious, but she had eaten too much of it, crammed herself full, and still the feast beckoned to her.
She wouldn’t give up. She would get all she needed. She wouldn’t allow any man to outmatch her. If only she weren’t so sore…
“I’m not kidding, Peter! You’ll hurt me!”
Peter pouted in sympathy. “I guess maybe your pussy isn’t built for big cocks. That’s okay. I’ll stretch it out for you.”
“No, Peter, no!”
Peter grinned. “Not tonight, don’t worry. I’ve ruined your pussy enough; need to give it time to heal before I do it again. How about I fuck your face?”
“What?” Gwen didn’t know if she had heard him right. Blood hammered in her ears, seeming to drown out what he said.
“You know, fuck your cute face. That sweet little mouth that’s just built to hold cum. Let me get you ready…”
He licked from the meeting of her neck and shoulder to the rim of her ear. Gwen melted. Her ears felt astonishingly tender, his tongue long and clever. His lips brushed down the hollow of her ear; the next time she felt them, they were at her throat. She came again, a miniature climax, too small to tax her aching muscles. Peter was doing it just right, playing her like a musical instrument. She wanted to tell him to stop before the sensation grew enough to be painful, but she couldn’t, not when her ecstasy was at a fever pitch. He was keeping her on the brink of orgasm, pulsating with a hundred little clenches and gasps. She’d never known a man could do this to her. She’d never been so fucked. Everything he did was calculated to arouse her just a little more…
His heated breath moved from the hollow of her throat down to the vale between her breasts. The huge mounds jiggled merrily as she sucked in deepening breaths. Running his tongue under her left teat, he looked up to meet her eyes, then circled it over the upper slope of her right breast. His rough tongue sent tremors all throughout Gwen’s body.
She clenched harder than ever. Gwen tried to control her runaway sensations, but it was impossible. She could’ve hated herself for giving into him. Peter was playing with her. He was making her get off with every little move he made, showing her how he controlled her body down to the smallest detail. She wanted to be unresponsive, purely out of pride, but she couldn’t do it. He was making her enjoy it. Enjoy everything.
“Mmmmm, uh, ohhh! Damn you, Peter, how are you doing this to me? I’ve never met anyone who could get me so turned on!”
“How many men have you let try?” Peter asked, kissing along the trembling flesh of her cleavage.
“Oh, Goooood… I shouldn’t have let any. I should’ve just let you fuck me, fuck me--! To hell with my sore cunt, I need your prick in me, fucking me! I need to come like only you can make me come!”
“Bullshit,” Peter laughed. “I said I was going to fuck your face and I’ve gotten kinda attached to the idea. Get down there. Suck me.”
Obligingly, Gwen got down on her knees and stretched her jaws as far as she could to get his cockhead inside of her mouth. She managed it, though by the end she was sure her mouth would end up as sore as her cunt was now. And she sucked him, imagining the picture she made, good little Gwen Stacy sucking a big cock to get a mouthful of cum. She found the thought almost as exciting as actually going down on him.
“Fuck!” Peter breathed. “It gets me so hot to see how you suck on my big dick. I knew you’d like the taste! And you’ll like the taste of my cum even better! Just keep sucking it like that, you’ll get a big mouthful of my cum and you’ll love it! Love it! Why don’t you play with my balls too, Gwen? Show me how much you appreciate that I’m letting you blow me.”
Gwen grabbed his balls and played with them just as he’d ordered, yanking and putting on his bulging scrotum. She took her mouth off his shaft to tongue his balls and found they tasted good too. His big cock tasted better, though. She went on sucking it. She knew Peter was telling the truth. She would love how his cum tasted. She would love having her belly as full of it as her cunt was.
“Oh, yeah, Gwen, I think it’s time!” Peter groaned as he fucked her face, ramming himself as hard as he could into her mouth and down her throat. “I’m going to come now! Feels like the biggest load I’ve ever shot! I hope you’re hungry, babe, because I’m gonna give you a lot! I’m gonna give you the whole fucking carton!”
Peter drove his long, hard cock even faster into her mouth. She was tasting it, tasting it down into her chest, but suddenly she was tasting something more than just his stiffened erection. She was tasting what was spurting from it.
Gwen gulped down Peter’s hot cum as fast as it came out of his prick. Every last drop went down her throat. Her stomach felt like it was bulging and swelling, having so much cum inside it, but she wouldn’t let his cock out of her mouth.
When he’d finished unloading into her mouth, Peter helped Gwen to her feet, then sat her down on the couch. He was smiling.
“Fuck, that was great,” he said. “I’m going to remember this one for a while. That must’ve been the biggest load that’s ever come out of me.”
Gwen smiled back. “Maybe you can do better. I’ll let you try. This is something we’re going to do a lot of from now on.” She ran her fingers over the length of his cock, soaked in cum and saliva. “I’m gonna suck your dick for breakfast. I’ll drink my lunch out of it and have a late night… dinner.”
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Shendude
Well, that's just pure smutty hotness, that is.
