Caught In Her Web - Chapter 02 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

When it came down to it, Peter Parker was a simple, predictable man.

Did he have a lot on his mind? Yes?

Easy, go to his Aunt and Uncle’s house, have a delicious, filling dinner, and chat with Ben.

And it always worked.

Tony had looked over the schematics and designs of his tiny, not-horrifying-in-implication, brain-controlling robot and had given it the green light.

Oh, and that surgeon he knew? Just Doctor freaking Strange!

So yeah, while Peter had been hesitant to go through with the procedure in the past - the risks too unknown and terrifying - when two of the world’s smartest people agreed to it?

He’d really run out of excuses.

On a scale from one to Peter Parker, how freaking cringe is it that I’m mostly doing this because I want to go dancing with Gwen?

He hummed in approval, his Aunt’s lasagne still the best he’d ever had. She smiled warmly at each pleased utterance while Ben just smirked at him. ‘So, Peter, you must really enjoy working at Stark Industries!’

‘What makes you say that?’ he asked, the non-sequitur throwing him for a loop - they had just been talking about the Jets. The miserable, pointless, soul-crushing New York Jets.

I wonder if Ben turning me into a fan counts as child abuse?

Ben and May shared a look before turning back to him, his aunt’s smile genuine. ‘I don’t remember a time where you’ve looked happier, dear.’

Ben just grunted in approval. The man rarely showed much emotional range - typical vet, if his group of friends were any barometer, but Peter couldn’t have asked for a better role model. He ran a hand through his short-cropped black hair and sighed.

‘Every time you’d come see us lately it was like you were carrying the world on your shoulders, dragging a dark cloud over your head wherever you went. You seem happier now.’

‘We noticed the change once you started your new job. You felt and looked lighter, happier. We’re so glad,’ May added with a wide smile, her pretty, cherubic features softening the blow of the bad memories.

Peter smiled. While he still referred to the mid-forties couple as his aunt and uncle, they were the best parents a guy could ask for.

He’d always lamented his terrible Parker luck, especially when it came to his illness, but landing May and Ben as guardians was one quirk of his life he’d forever be grateful for.

Finishing the last bite of his Lasagne, he blushed when he realised what they were unknowingly referring to, and while they weren’t completely wrong, his job at SI was definitely not what had him perpetually smiling like a creep.

A respectable New Yorker just doesn’t do that. At least it gives me more room on the train…

‘Oh,’ he said in understanding, his cheeks tinged pink. ‘I suppose that’s part of it.’

Seeing their looks of interest and knowing they’d find out eventually anyway, his blush deepened as he shrugged. ‘Well, err, as of yesterday, Gwen and I are dating.’

May’s eyes widened in shock before she leapt up off her seat and rushed around the table to give him a bone-crushing hug, her excited squeals making whatever she was saying practically indecipherable.

Ben only looked at him with a raised brow. His uncle was a bit more…savvy than his aunt. He was sure he knew, or at least suspected, how much of a ‘party girl’ Gwen was. Especially in the circles he ran in, no doubt sharing friends of friends with the late George Stacey.

They’d talk later.

‘I knew that girl would finally screw her head on straight! You’re such a catch Peter - so handsome! I’m so happy for you.’

His blush only deepened as she fussed over him, peppering him with innocent questions he mostly evaded. May was definitely biassed. He was under no illusions as to his attractiveness - he didn’t have the chiselled, stoic and classically handsome features of Ben or the objectively appealing, pretty-boy looks of, say, Harry Osborne.

Or the giant dick of some of Gwen’s previous lovers…

Still, he appreciated her sentiment and smiled politely as she continued to congratulate and fuss over him, mindful of Ben’s cautious, guarded gaze.

After both men had cleaned the dishes and May retired to her room to have a shower and watch some TV, Ben and Peter were sitting on the back porch sharing a beer.

Ben only laughed at him as he tried to hide his grimace after the first sip.

This was a tradition for them, after they were done with dinner, they’d sit out here and just talk, only Aunt May’s beautifully manicured and peaceful garden as their witness.

‘You never did get a taste for it. I can get you a coke, if you want.’

Peter shrugged it off. ‘Nah, it’s fine. I like the tradition. So, how’s things with the VA? They still giving your buddies a hard time?’

He snorted into his tall neck and shook his head. ‘Nah. For some reason, after our last dinner, someone must have put the fear of God into them. They were really cooperative, all of a sudden.’

‘Huh,’ Peter said, taking a sip to hide his smirk from his grinning uncle. ‘Imagine that.’

‘You’re one scary kid, you know that?’ Ben said with a knowing chuckle, shaking his head fondly. ‘Thanks anyway, they really needed the help.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Peter said, smiling. ‘But, hypothetically, thanks.’

‘Hypothetically,’ Ben agreed, chuckling into his beer.

His uncle had become a lawyer after his time in the army, and had been fighting for veteran’s rights ever since. Peter had been furious when he found out how inept the VA was, and how much trouble they were giving him and his uncle’s friends.

Working for Stark Industries came with many benefits.

After sighing in contentment after his last pull, his uncle looked at him with a raised brow. ‘So you and Stacey’s kid, eh?’

‘I know, wild right? She’s way out of my league.’

Ben’s smile dropped. ‘No one is out of your league, kid. Even if they were, you don’t say it. Girls like a guy with confidence.’

Peter blushed at the unexpected praise from his uncle, but accepted it and the advice gracefully.

Ben went to take another pull but sighed. ‘Look, I don’t mean to offend, but ever since the Commissioner passed, well… she’s a bit of a wild one, isn’t she?’

Peter nodded, taking the comment for what it was - his uncle being concerned for his nephew’s happiness and well-being.

‘No offence taken. It’s why I’ve been so miserable lately,’ he said, smiling at how those feelings felt like such a distant memory now. ‘Ironically, a month ago, I’d decided to finally distance myself from her and move on - it was hurting too much. I’d never stopped caring about her, but I think she thought I’d gotten over her after high-school and firmly friend-zoned me - and she wasn’t exactly discreet with who she… dated.’

‘So that’s what finally made you accept that job at SI?’

‘I know, pathetic right? Instead of doing it because it’s what I wanted, or because it was the right thing to do, I accepted because I was just running away from my problems.’

Ben sighed and scratched at his thinning hair with a shake of his head. ‘Sometimes it’s best to extricate yourself from a toxic situation. It’s not wrong to look out for number one sometimes, Pete.’

Peter acknowledged the point with a nod of his head and took another swig of the disgusting beer.

‘So how’d you two end up dating then? Talk about a one-eighty.’

Peter grinned smugly, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. ‘She lasted a month without me - way less, if you believe Gwen. Basically broke into my apartment and told me she’d broken up with her boyfriend and that I was to be taking his place.’

Ben chuckled and clinked bottles with him. ‘Atta boy. And you accepted it? Just like that?’

Peter’s smug smile faltered and his blush went to nuclear levels. Coughing into his hand, he mumbled, ‘She, err, she was quite… forceful, and… very persuasive.’

Ben looked at him with a dumbfounded expression for a few moments, as if trying to puzzle out what he meant. As Peter kept getting redder and redder however, a slow, cheeky smile started to split his face.

Which quickly turned into full-bellied laughter.

Peter was just hoping the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Eventually, wiping tears from his eyes, Ben pulled him into a one-armed hug. ‘You’re a smart kid, you’ll figure it out. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.’

Grinning up at the best father figure a guy could ask for, he returned the hug. ‘Thanks Ben.’

-

Mary-Jane Watson watched her roommate humming to herself as she washed up after dinner with a disturbed frown. MJ had cooked, so Gwen cleaned up, those were the rules - and instead of begging off for some BS reason or another, Gwen happily obliged, actually doing her share for once.

Not that she could really enforce it. She knew she had it pretty sweet paying absurdly low rent fees rooming with Gwen, who owned the small and stylish apartment building. She’d have gladly been a part-time live-in maid for the bargain she was getting - still, it was nice that Gwen did her fair share of the choirs.

Mostly. Sometimes. When she wasn’t begging off to go fuck one of her stable of studs.

I’d feel jealous of how rich that girl was if it didn’t mostly come from her parents being killed…

She’d discreetly inquired a few times about how much money she had inherited. The Staceys weren’t rich rich, but they were certainly well-off.

Not enough to buy property all over the city though.

Gwen had just shrugged it off, saying she’d made a few smart investments and grown her inheritance over the years.

Understatement of the century.

Still, it meant MJ could focus on her modelling career and her music. Her OnlyFans was raking in five digits a month now and she had her music to keep her happy and grounded - life was pretty sweet.

Not as sweet as Gwen’s apparently…

‘You must have had a real good fuck. You’ve been in la la land and singing to yourself for twenty minutes.’

Gwen shook herself out of her stupor at the sound of her roommates voice, her dreamy smile widening as she was mentally brought back to whatever had made her so happy.

‘Damn girl, share him with me, I can use some of whatever you’re having.’

MJ almost jumped and hid behind the couch as the happy look morphed into one of abject fury at the mere suggestion. She had no idea why, she’d fucked Derek before and Gwen hadn’t cared one bit.

Then Gwen’s eyes widened, as if remembering something. ‘Oh, you mean Derek? Go for it, I broke up with him a while ago.’

MJ raised a red eyebrow in surprise. ‘And yet you didn’t deny you had a good fuck. You moved on pretty quick, even for you.’

She laughed and dodged the wet hand-towel Gwen threw at her like a guided missile. There was little heat in the action, they both knew how much of a slut each of them was.

‘You’re about to find out in a minute anyway, but Peter and I started dating last night.’

That only confused MJ more. ‘Peter? Peter who? Is he one of your old, hot gymnast buddies?’

Those male gymnasts were some of the hottest men MJ had ever seen, with bodies to die for and skills that translated so well to the bed that it should be criminal. She hoped Gwen would hook her up with a couple of them.

Gwen only rolled her eyes. ‘My best-friend Peter. Peter Parker? You’ve met him before.’

You could have knocked her over with a feather.

‘Parker?’ She asked in disbelief, her mind hurrying to conjure up images of the sleight, crippled young-man from high-school who’d tragically often been the target of bullies until Gwen would set them straight. ‘You mean the crippled, nerdy kid that followed you around everywhere? You still hang out with him? When?’

Gwen frowned at her assessment of her apparent friend as she put back the dried dishes. ‘Don’t call him that, and we’ve been friends for years. I do have a life outside gigging with you skanks and being a landlord. Besides, he’s a genius. Not like the annoying pocket-calculator brigade at college, either. He works for Tony Stark at SI.’

Okay, that’s impressive.

‘When you say he works for Tony Stark… like, as an accountant?’

Gwen just rolled her eyes again. ‘He works directly under him, with him. He’s taken Pete on as a protege.’

‘Okay,’ MJ said, her arms crossed, accentuating the big breasts she knew Gwen was so jealous of. ‘So that’s pretty, no, that’s insanely impressive, but I still don’t get it. He doesn’t seem your… type.’

They were friends. Roommates. But by the look on Gwen’s face when she’d accidentally propositioned her new boyfriend, MJ was careful not to speak out of turn again.

Despite their years of friendship, it seemed clear to her that she wouldn’t win that battle of loyalties.

‘What’s there to get? We’ve been best friends for years. I finally pulled my head out of my ass and just took the next step.’

‘Just like that?’ MJ asked, not believing her for a second. ‘And what do you mean best-friends for years? What do you guys even do together?’

Gwen shrugged, eyeing her weirdly. ‘Normal friend stuff I guess. We watch movies, anime, play video games, be miserable together watching the Jets, eat. I sometimes help him with his experiments. He used to rent a private lab-space from me, he obviously doesn’t need that anymore given where he works now.’

MJ only looked at her in horror. ‘You’re a nerd?!’

Gwen only laughed at her. ‘Why? Because I watch anime and play video games? What are you, a boomer? Everyone does now.’

‘I don’t!’

‘Maybe you’re the nerd.’

MJ huffed. Unlikely. She was a smoking hot redhead with a killer body and the lead singer in an incredibly popular indie band with a bevy of suitors ready to strip naked and cut off a finger just to spend a minute with her in the sheets. She was no nerd.

Right?

‘But Parker? He’s so… little. Not normally your… cup of tea, as it were. No offence, I know it’s not in his control or whatever.’

Gwen shrugged, thankfully not taking offence on behalf of her new beau.

That girl can get scary when she’s angry

‘Be that as it may, he’s mine now. So back off, slut.’

Grinning, MJ raised her hands in surrender. ‘Oh no, whatever will I do?’

‘If only you knew,’ Gwen teased with a smug grin.

MJ frowned. ‘What’s that supposed to mean? He secretly hung like a horse or something? It’s always the ones you least suspect.’

‘Nope,’ Gwen admitted, her grin still in place as she leaned against the kitchen counter. ‘Pretty average length,’ she demonstrated by holding her hands roughly five to six inches apart. ‘Pretty thick though.’ She showcased that by simulating a grip of his cock where her fingers and thumb just didn’t touch. ‘Perfect for me.’

MJ looked unconvinced. ‘This is starting to sound like hard cope Gwen, not gonna lie. Was the sex really that good?’

Gwen pushed off the bench and hurried towards her, as if she’d been waiting for her friend to ask that very question. ‘Oh em gee MJ you’ve got no idea. He was a virgin until last night, well, technically he still is, we didn’t go all the way -’

‘Wow, no fucking on the first date? He must be special.’

Gwen quickly smothered a grin. ‘Shut up slut. Anyway, for his first time, he did super well. He was a bit of a quick shot, obviously, but I mean, look at me, and again, he’s a virgin. It didn’t matter though because he just got hard again super fast, no problemo.’

‘Is this supposed to impress me? I’ll take a big-dicked NFL reserve with a cock ring thanks. They’re like machines with something to prove.’

‘Yeah?’ Gwen asked, her toned smug. ‘How many of your injured NFL dropouts made you squirt? It was his first time with a girl! I’ve never cum so hard in my entire life.’

Wow. Okay.

‘Okay, slightly, just a little bit impressed,’ MJ admitted with a smirk, holding her index finger and thumb a quarter of an inch apart. ‘Was that with his tongue? I imagine regular sex might be a bit… difficult for him.’

Instead of Gwen getting annoyed by the reference to his disability again, she only sighed dreamily. ‘Oh, that tongue.’

Reference to Peter Parker’s tongue made several more memories of him from high-school resurface in her mind. ‘I guess it’s good for you that his tongue has uses other than sounding off like a smart-ass all the time.’

They both giggled at that.

‘He did this thing where the flat of his tongue was pressing down hard against my lips while the tip tickled my clit - I swear MJ, it had me seeing stars and almost got me right there.’

‘Slow down girl, you’re making me horny.’ And she was, both Gwen and MJ’s faces were flush with arousal, their hard nipples poking visibly through their thin tops and bras. MJ also readjusted herself in her seat, putting a pillow on her lap to hide the hand that was rubbing herself over her skinny jeans.

By the smug look on Gwen’s face, her little sleight of hand didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Then, he tongued my ass. No hesitation. Rimmed it, stuck it in there, wiggled it about. He loved it, and he loved it when I played with his ass earlier.’

MJ was just grinning as Gwen recounted her evening with her new boyfriend, her fingers having now slipped into her jeans and under her panties to rub her pussy directly. She’d given up on the pillow or any attempts at discretion - it was pointless anyway, they’d seen each other in far more compromising positions.

‘So you squirted from having your ass licked? Didn’t think it worked that way.’

‘No, I squirted when he started playing with my g-spot directly. He hooked a finger in and started rubbing it from inside while pressing down here on the outside. MJ, it made me cum so hard I saw stars. I completely drenched his bed. I thought I peed myself for a second.

MJ didn’t doubt her face was flush at that moment. Gwen had really painted a titillating picture and MJ foresaw an evening of self-pleasure was in the cards for her.

‘You’ve got it bad.’

Gwen’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushed and a beautiful smile graced her features. ‘So bad. I was such an idiot. I should have started dating him sooner - actually caring about the person you’re with makes everything so much better.’

‘Ugh,’ MJ grimaced in disgust. ‘Why did you have to spoil the mood? You sound like my mother.’

‘Sometimes we should listen to the wisdom of our elders,’ Gwen teased, her infectious smile widening even more when she heard a knock at the door. She hopped off the couch and practically floated towards the door, turning and winking before answering.  ‘But only sometimes.’

MJ saw the admittedly cute young man hobble his way into their apartment, his knees slightly bending inwards as he leaned on his crutches. She didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he’d been on those crutches for as long as she could remember, so he’d probably had it his entire life.

She frowned when she remembered some of the jerks on the high-school football team kicking his feet out from under him and stealing his crutches.

Some of them, she’d even fucked.

Ugh, now I feel dirty.

‘Hey Stud,’ Gwen purred and Peter’s eyes widened when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a passionate kiss, right there at their open door. MJ couldn’t help but grinning at his flushed and clearly embarrassed features, his body stiffening in surprise at the overt gesture.

Definitely a virgin.

‘Peter Parker, right?’ MJ greeted once Gwen stopped sucking his face. ‘I don’t know if you remember me, but the name’s Mary-Jane. We went to high-school together. Everyone calls me MJ.’

Peter’s flushed doubled and he started when he’d heard her voice, clearly having not seen her there. ‘Ah, yeah, hi. I remember you MJ.’

MJ couldn’t help grinning smugly at that, a grin that only widened when she saw Gwen shooting her a death-glare.

‘We were just talking about you!’

‘Oh?’ Peter asked with an innocent smile ‘Nothing bad, I hope?’ MJ watched as he followed Gwen into their apartment, his control of his crutches second nature to him at this stage in his life. He gratefully sunk into the chair Gwen pulled out for him at their dining table and, as he rubbed his sore legs, he smiled at his blonde girlfriend when she handed him a glass of iced water.

Ugh, they’re so cute it’s sickening.


‘I told Aunt May and Uncle Ben about us by the way, I hope you don’t mind.’

Gwen chuckled and kissed the top of his head. ‘Why would I mind? We’re dating. Were they happy for you?’

‘They’re happy I’m happy. They’d noticed how… stressed I’d been lately, and how much that wasn’t the case anymore, so you’re basically a hero in their eyes now.’

MJ didn’t fail to notice Gwen’s smile dimming at the mention of Parker’s stress. She was sure there was some subtext there she was missing. When Gwen leaned down and pulled his lips into a slow, passionate kiss, Parker’s blush intensified when his eyes went to her and he saw her grinning.

He’s not used to PDAs yet.

‘So,’ Parker began, trying to dispel the tension. ‘What were you guys talking about?’

Gwen only shrugged. ‘Just sex stuff,’ she admitted as she took the seat next to him. Seeing his eyes widen as his gaze shot between herself and Gwen, MJ’s grin only widened.

‘You told her about us?!’

MJ openly laughed at his despairing look while Gwen still looked nonplussed. ‘Yeah, so what?’

‘Is Gwen your first girlfriend Peter? It’s pretty common knowledge that girls tell each other about everything.’

‘Why did she emphasise everything?’ Peter asked his girlfriend in a harsh whisper as Gwen shot her a dirty look. ‘Gwen, why the emphasis, how much did you tell her?’

Gwen didn’t answer immediately, instead fetching his crutches and pulling him to his feet. ‘Let’s go to my room and watch some TV, Stud.’

‘Go get her Tiger,’ MJ teased and the combinations of Gwen’s pet name for him and MJ’s teasing had Peter looking like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

‘Oh my god, you’re dodging the question. You really told her everything? That’s so embarrassing.’

If Gwen’s rude gesture behind her back aimed at her wasn’t enough to make her laugh, Peter’s next question did the trick - whispered under his breath, but carrying across the apartment and to her ears just fine.

‘Did you at least tell her I made you squirt?’

Both Gwen and MJ giggled at his adorable pleading and, squeezing his ass, Gwen leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. ‘Of course I did, Stud, don’t worry. I made you sound like Don Juan.’

Gwen’s next comment was decidedly less funny. ‘Don’t worry about that slut, she’ll be flicking the bean all night, alone, fantasising about how good sex with you really is.’

She heard their laughter filtering through the walls when her slipper crashed against the quickly shut door.

Still, MJ couldn’t help but feel pleased for her friend. She hadn’t seen her that happy ever since her parents passed.

Good for her. And him… Especially him.

-

They’d watched TV for a bit, snuggled up under Gwen’s blanket, but when they grew bored of that, they’d turned on the PlayStation and took turns playing some of Gwen’s favourites.

Usually, they swapped controllers back and forth on each death. Now though? Peter was sure she’d died several times, but Gwen had come out from under the blanket and was lying on her stomach, facing the opposite direction to him, while she played.

He was sure it was his turn, but he couldn’t remember a time he’d cared less about that fact.

When they’d gotten into bed together and snuggled, Gwen had removed her tight jeans, opting to just wear her equally tight blouse and tiny thong panties.

She was no longer under the covers.

He was also sure she knew exactly what she was doing. They were both notorious controller hogs, and now that they were dating, Gwen showed no hesitation in using her body to distract him from her precious controller.

He’d heard her die, and there it was! She’d flexed her butt cheeks as soon as she did, knowing he was looking.

The evil enchantress is distracting me.

When he looked up from her glorious ass, he saw her looking at him over her shoulder with a wide grin.

‘Do you want a turn?’ she asked, her pierced eyebrow cocked and holding out the controller to him with a cheeky grin.

Fuck it.

‘You can keep playing,’ he muttered under his breath, his hand running up her toned hamstring then slipping between her legs to rub the inside of her smooth thigh. He heard her moan softly, and that just spurred him on.

Flopping onto his belly, he rested his head against that glorious ass and started kissing the meaty flesh. A soft giggle was his reward, and Gwen shook her ass for him, enticing him to continue.

‘If I had known all I had to do to keep the controller was flash you my ass, I’d have done so years ago.’

‘Don’t tempt me,’ Peter growled as he bit and nibbled on her behind, running his hand along the toned muscles reverently. ‘I’m trying to think of ways to get away with torching your entire collection of jeans. And anything else that hides this glorious ass from me.’

He looked up to see her looking at him over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip as she watched him press his nose up against her damp thong.

She’d paused the game, completely ignoring it in favour of what he was doing.

As statements went, for them, that was a pretty big one. He couldn’t help feeling smug.

‘Are we done pretending we care about TV and video games right now? Can we get to the good part?’

‘Who’s pretending?’ Peter chuckled and Gwen smiled before using her superhero strength and agility to spectacularly flip herself up and around so that she was straddling his chest, her hands holding his wrists above his head.

They gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments, their breathing heavy. Pete found himself getting lost in the crystal blue orbs, the apparent lust in them intoxicating and an ego-booster beyond belief, even more than Tony Stark himself requesting he be his protege.

‘You know,’ she said, grinding her damp womanhood against him. ‘When I was singing your praises to MJ earlier, I realised something.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he asked, his cheeks going rosy again at the memory of the gorgeous redhead being so intimately familiar with their actions the previous night, right down to the size of his cock, if Gwen’s nonchalant debriefing was to be believed.

Oh God, how can something be so embarrassing and a turn on at the same time?

MJ - one of the most popular girls at his highschool, a certified indy rock-star and amateur model - getting turned on by a retelling of his and Gwen’s little tryst had his ego swelling almost as much as his having made Gwen squirt did.

Almost.

‘Yeah. You’re still technically a virgin,’ she told him, her sensual smile predatory and leering. ‘Let’s fix that, yeah?’

Peter’s eyes widened when Gwen unceremoniously started unzipping his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down his too-thin legs. Gwen didn’t even bat an eye at the visible signs of his disability, and he loved her for it, almost as much as he loved the look in her eyes when his cock sprang to readiness after it was released by the elastic of his underwear.

‘Hey there little guy,’ she cooed, and he groaned when she kissed his cock in greeting. He was resting on his elbows, watching as his girlfriend kissed and licked his shaft, her eyes sexily locked on his as she did so. He whined in his throat at the sight, and she only grinned at the utter power she had over him with his dick in her capable hands.

Clearing his throat, he just about stuttered out, ‘I don’t think you’re supposed to call him that. He has a bit of a fragile ego, you see.’

Her smile widened, and she flicked her bang out of the way before rubbing her face against his hard dick. ‘He doesn’t need to worry, mama likes him just the way he is.’

He groaned as she rubbed his dick all over her face, his pre-cum leaving a glistening trail wherever it made contact.

‘But first, maybe we should do some stamina training. You only get better at holding off with experience.’

He sucked in a breath when she opened wide and swallowed his dick whole. As incredible, warm and wet as her mouth was though, and as great as her tongue felt swirling around his head, the fact that she refused to break eye-contact with him was by far the sexiest part of this whole exchange.

He could get lost in those eyes, and the way they transmitted her lust and affection so openly made him feel all kinds of mushy, totally-manly feelings in his heart.

He resisted the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and grab his girlfriend’s head as she bobbed on his shaft, refusing to look away. That didn’t help his cause in staving off his orgasm though, and he tried everything he could think of to keep it at bay, even as his forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat.

He pinched his side, bit the inside of his lip and even imagined the horrible, obese Mrs Ratnacker from high-school dancing for him in a bikini.

He thought he was doing rather okay for a virgin. His heart trying to beat out of his chest, he looked at the clock on the wall and realised about seven minutes had passed since she’d started to blow him.

When he saw the corners of her mouth twitch around his thick cock, having caught his constant glances at the clock, he let out a sigh of relief when she pulled off his glistening shaft. The place on his thigh he’d been pinching throbbing angrily in pain as he released his hold on it.

His relief lasted about a nanosecond as Gwen grinned wickedly at him and sucked her middle finger into her mouth.

His eyes widened and his dick throbbed at the incredibly naughty sight. ‘Oh that’s just cheatin- hnnn’ he groaned as, completely unapologetically, Gwen slipped a finger into his back door and started to stimulate his prostate.

If that wasn’t enough cheating, the fingers that weren’t stimulating his prostate instead tickled his balls, while her other hand stroked his shaft. Her lips were once again sealed around his cock, but instead entirely focused on its head, her tongue fluttering about it at hyper-speeds.

‘No fair,’ he groaned, his eyes finally shutting in pleasure as the multi-pronged assault caused him to shoot his load almost immediately, his body jolting with each squirt of cum into his girlfriend’s mouth.

He opened his eyes when he was done cumming to see Gwen with her lips still sealed around his flagging cock, her eyes dancing with mischief.

She was not, however, swallowing.

Instead, she opened wide to show off the efforts of her work, a thick pool of his jizz just sitting there in her mouth. He felt his dick coming back to life at the incredibly erotic sight, but as she continued to not swallow and instead started to crawl up the length of his body with that naughty look in her eyes, he gulped nervously.

With an intense look of arousal in her eyes, she started to lower her face down to his own, her lips puckered. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he panicked a little. He wondered if he could do what she clearly wanted, but as he felt her grinding her drenched, thong-clad womanhood against his shaft and saw the look of intense arousal in her eyes, he acquiesced.

He realised there was almost nothing he wouldn’t try for her, at least once.

When she pressed her lips against his, he didn’t hesitate or cringe when she opened her mouth and passed her tongue into his, as well as a substantial amount of his release. He swallowed his pride and crushed the instinctual feelings of disgust that threatened to bubble up in his chest and instead kissed her back, the couple swapping his cum between them as they made out.

Absurdly, he felt himself harden at the new, erotic experience. Especially when Gwen groaned in delight at his willingness to entertain her obvious kink.

The snowballing had quickly turned into a standard french kiss, Gwen having worked up into an unstoppable sexual frenzy. Peter was just happy to be along for the ride, holding her incredible body close to his as he poured years of pent-up sexual frustrations into his girlfriend through his lips.

Peter had a handful of her ass, squeezing it and playing with the meaty flesh as Gwen had an iron-clad grip on his collar, virtually assaulting him with the intensity of her kisses.

‘That was so hot, Stud,’ Gwen whined between kisses. ‘Pete, I’ve been with a lot of guys, and no one has had the courage or cared about me enough to do that for me before.’

He flushed in both pride, and the reminder that his girlfriend was a pretty massive slut. Now that she was his slut though, he had to struggle to find that burning jealousy that would often surface deep within him whenever she’d mention her frequent conquests. A part of it was still there, but it had nowhere near the energy or affect on him that it used to, especially now that he was the beneficiary of her… experience.

‘I’d try anything… at least once.’

‘Anything?’ she asked, her grin both wide and predatory. Realising this could get very dangerous very quickly, he elaborated.

‘Anything straight.’

He chuckled when Gwen pouted, having guessed where her dirty mind would go. He’d also realised that the need for that clarification only applied because bringing another person into their bed was a possibility. Again, where the mere thought of that would have sparked the fires of jealousy in his heart, now that Gwen was his, he found it less of a daunting proposal.

Not that I’d ever want anyone but Gwen.

‘Spoil-sport,’ she pouted. ‘So, did you like that?’

Seeing the look of desperate hope in her eyes, he didn’t have it in him to crush her dreams. Blushing, he answered as best as he could. ‘I could do without the taste, I don’t know how girls do it to be honest, but I loved how much it turned you on.’

‘Are you sure?’ she teased, sliding her slick womanhood against his rock-hard cock. ‘Feels to me that you liked it a lot.’

He blushed, unsure how to answer. He realised he didn’t need to however, as Gwen leaned down, putting her sexy lips next to his ear. ‘For future reference, our safe-word is Kingpin. Use it if I ever go too far and you’re uncomfortable, okay Stud?’

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurd safe-word, but he couldn’t think of a better one to halt any amorous activities should the need arise.

He also very much loved her pet-name for him.

‘Now,’ she began, lifting her tight blouse over her head and tossing it aside, running a hand through her long bang and short, stylish hair. ‘I believe we have something important to get rid of, no?’

Peter couldn’t help but gazing up at her reverently. Dressed in only her sporty bra and thong panties, she looked like a warrior goddess. His eyes instantly went to her shredded abs, his fingers tracing the lines between each muscle - something he’d always wanted to do when she’d change into or out of her outfit in front of him.

‘You like my abs?’ she teased as she watched him run his fingers along them, giggling when he touched her some place ticklish. ‘What about my tits, do you like them too?’

His breath caught in his throat when she yoinked and tossed aside her bra, her perky b-cups revealed to him again, the steel bar-bells going through her thick, dark-pink nipples immediately drawing his eye.

His hands travelled up from her abs to her nipples, flicking and pinching them, loving the way they felt in his fingers.

‘God, that look in your eyes is such an ego boost.’

He didn’t know what look she was referring to, but all he could think about was how lucky he was to be in bed with the sexiest woman alive - he guessed his eyes transmitted that feeling to her loud and clear.

Grunting, and cursing himself for using his illness as an excuse to let his upper body go too, he leaned up with difficulty and sucked one of Gwen’s sensitive nipples into his mouth.

Gwen moaned in delight at this, holding his head against her chest as he alternated kissing, nibbling, licking and sucking on her thick nipples, his tongue playing with the barbells.

Someone like MJ may have bigger tits, but he much preferred Gwen’s slim, athletic figure to the redhead’s curvy, busty one.

He realised he might have a bit of a submissive streak in him, at least in bed when with gorgeous superheroes.

Eventually, he migrated all the way up her body and started to kiss her again, her eyes sparkling with affection.

In between kisses, Peter lifted his arms so Gwen could remove first his hoodie, then his shirt. He was now completely naked in his girlfriend's bed, the only stitch of clothing left on either of them was her sexy thong.

Her arousal skyrocketing, Gwen pushed his arms until they were over his head and started grinding against his hard cock. When she saw him looking away with a grimace however, she frowned, suddenly alarmed.

‘What’s wrong? You’re not enjoying this?’

‘Nothing’s wrong, everything's perfect. Even better than I ever dreamed. When it comes to this though, I can’t do much. You’re going to have to do most of the work… sorry, I guess.’

She frowned, whether in disapproval or realisation he didn’t know, but that quickly turned into a grin when she realised the real hurt in his eyes. ‘Hey, don’t worry Stud, this is the best position anyway.’

His breath hitched when she lifted herself up, moved her thong aside and pressed her soaking, naked pussy against his throbbing, desperate dick.

It was both anticlimactic and incredible at once. He slipped into her without much fanfare, both of them groaning as his thick cock spread her tight pussy as she lowered herself on him.

He groaned, the feeling of being inside a woman indescribable. Tight, wet, warm it felt like his shaft was being smothered by the woman he’d always admired and not-so-secretly loved and he never wanted it to end.

She gazed at his look of sheer disbelief and smiled. ‘See? Not such a big deal, right?’ she asked as she moaned in pleasure, gyrating her hips in a circular pattern as she rode him.

He then realised he’d forgotten something. He should have done it before they’d gotten this far, but better late than never.

As Gwen bit her lip and gyrated atop him, he held her hips down to get her to stop. Looking down at him with a raised brow, she saw the look in his face and frowned in concern.

‘What’s wrong?’

Gazing into her crystal blue eyes, he tried to convey his emotions through them as he spoke. ‘I love you,’ he said, his heart fluttering and her eyes widening as the words escaped his lips. ‘It’s a bit late to say it now, but whatever. Gwendolyn Maxine Stacey, I love you. Always have. T-thanks for being my best-friend and always looking out for me.’

He watched as her eyes widened with each word, and he cursed himself as they started to water, her lips trembling.

Fuck! Did I ruin the mood?!

As tears fell from her eyes however, the brightest smile he’d ever seen lit up her pretty features.

She's even beautiful when she’s crying.

‘Peter Benjamin Parker, I love you too. It shouldn’t have taken me this long to realise it. You deserve so much better, but I’m just happy you still want… someone like me,’ she rubbed her eyes and chuckled. ‘Why’d you have to go and make me cry you idiot?’

‘You’re still beautiful,’ he whispered and the lust that had momentarily left her face returned with a vengeance. She leaned down and attacked his lips with a ferocity he’d yet to experience during his short time with her. ‘By the way,’ he whispered in her ear, ‘don’t ever put yourself down in front of me again. I love that you’re my dirty, kinky spider-slut.’

Gwen’s eyes widened, her nostrils flared and she all but mauled him. ‘I love you so much Peter,’ she groaned between kisses, and he accepted her affections with relish, his heart feeling like it would burst in happiness.

‘Oh my god you guys are so cringe! Can you just get back to fucking already?!’

Peter’s eyes widened in shock as MJ’s annoyed voice easily travelled through the wall. ‘She can hear us?!’

‘The walls are… very thin,’ Gwen admitted, biting her lips to try and stifle a giggle. ‘I never had it fixed. You might have noticed we’re both rather slutty. We liked getting off to listening the other fuck.’

Peter flushed at the admission, and the possibility that MJ was fingering herself while listening to them.

‘So she heard… everything?!’

She replied with a whisper. ‘She wouldn’t have you heard you call me your spider-slut, but everything not whispered, yeah. Why?’ she grinned wide as she gyrated her hips again. ‘Feels to me like you like that very much.’

Peter wondered if he’d ever grow immune to his girlfriend's forwardness, at least so he could stop blushing like a school child.

Raising her voice so MJ could hear them again, Gwen grinned. ‘Want to give our dirty voyeur a proper exhibition?’

His eyes widened when she rose up off his cock until only his head was in her tight womanhood, then she moaned loudly as she sunk down on his length again - loudly and incredibly fake-ly.

‘Faking isn’t sexy,’ he said with a frown.

‘Then make me not fake it - to be fair though, you’re stretching me so good, Stud.

Blushing, he reached up and took one of her pierced nipples between his fingers. He’d noticed earlier how sensitive they were and how much he liked when he was a little rough with them. So he pinched. Hard.

Gwen squealed, her body jolting at the sensation. She then moaned when he gently rubbed it better, only to squeal and moan again when he pinched her other nipple.

‘Oooh fuck, that’s it Stud, just like that. Punish your dirty little slut.’

Grinning excitedly at the dirty talk, he used his free hand to start rubbing circles around her clit, but never touching it. She whined piteously, looking down at him with an adorable pout.

‘Don’t tease me baby. Make your dirty slut cum.’

He grinned widely. ‘I don’t know if you deserve it. You’ve been such a naughty girl. Maybe we should stop right now?’

‘Nooo,’ she groaned, as he continued teasing her. Her tone remained piteous, but her eyes were shining with lust. ‘Please baby, please. Touch me, please.’

He couldn’t resist her anything, and when she slid back while still remaining sheathed, she grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against her g-spot from the outside, just like how he’d done to her last night.

Instead of his finger rubbing her g-spot however, this time it was his thick cock rubbing against the roof of her vagina with each thrust and gyration, his fingers pressing the delicate bundle of nerves against his shaft from the outside.

‘Ooooh, oh fuck,’ she moaned and he joined her, her velvety tightness squeezing and fluttering about his shaft intoxicating. When he started using his thumb to press and rub her clit roughly, Gwen started moaning and jolting atop him like he was a bucking bronco.

She was moaning so loudly he was worried MJ wouldn’t be the only one overhearing them.

‘You going to make me squirt again?’ she huffed, and moaned each time his cock scraped against her g-spot. ‘You gonna make MJ jealous as she sits there fucking her biggest, fake cock?’

‘Stop. Faking. It’s. Cringe!’

Gwen laughed. ‘Not. Faking. You. Dumb. Slut!’ she huffed back, emphasising each word with a thrust and moan before laughing at the absurdity of the situation. ‘Oh fuck. You gave me the idea for this position yesterday when you stimulated my g-spot. I knew doing it with your dick would be incredible.’

Peter could barely compute her words, his higher-brain function dedicated entirely to holding out for as long as possible, the feeling  of fucking Gwen indescribable - his dreams were laughably naive in comparison.

‘I’d ask how it is for you, but I feel like you’re not even on this planet anymore,’ Gwen joked as she gyrated her hips atop him.

‘Huh?’ he asked, when he realised his girlfriend had spoken to him. This only earned him a breathy, sexy laugh.

‘I asked how are you feeling? Better than you imagined?’

‘So much better,’ he groaned, one hand gripping her ass so tightly he was sure he was leaving marks, and the other stimulating her clit and g-spot.

‘Good,’ she huffed. ‘Ready to fuck properly now?’

‘Huh?’ he asked, his eyes widening when Gwen’s smirk widened and she started lifting her hips, then dropping them with the clap of skin-on-skin permeating not just the room, but the apartment as a whole.

They both groaned and grunted with each thrust, each time he’d bottom out in her again his cock scraping against her g-spot and causing his girlfriend to shudder.

‘Oh God Stud, fuck yeah!’

‘God Stud? I like that!’

They both giggled hysterically, their emotions running high.

There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to outlast Gwen and have her cum before him. But if the warmth of her slick, perfect pussy wasn’t intense enough, the sight of her body shining with a sheen of sweat, highlighting her muscles and enhancing her beauty, while his cock slid in and out of her was too much.

His end was inevitable.

Knowing he couldn’t play defence anymore and hope to win, he went on the offence. The thumb that had been rubbing her clit was replaced by his other hand, and instead of rubbing, he pinched it. Hard.

Gwen bucked and moaned her loudest yet. ‘Cumming!’ she announced, ‘You’re making me cum, Stud!’

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the slaps of skin on skin and the wet sloshing of their juices mixing together. Still, it wasn’t enough to mask the sounds of their climax. ‘Me too,’ he grunted. ‘Where…?’

‘Don’t you dare pull out, In me! Cum in me Peter!’

As if her words were the final blow that broke the damn holding back his climax, he groaned and erupted within her, his face scrunching up and his body jolting with every pleasurable shot he emptied into his girlfriend’s womb.

At the feeling of his warm cum filling her, Gwen announced her own orgasm with a wild, staccato moan interrupted by each pulse of his release.

When the stars stopped flashing in his vision, he felt wet. Looking down, both he and Gwen giggled when he noticed the puddle of juices pulling on his abdomen. He hadn’t noticed in the midst of his orgasm, but he’d made his squirt-happy girlfriend shower him with her juices again.

Placing a hand over her mons, she smiled down at him. ‘I can feel your warm cum in me Stud, you filled me up so good.’

Giddy didn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling right now. He’d lost his virginity to the love of his life, and he’d apparently done a very good job.

My ego might be rivalling Tony’s right about now.

‘So cringe!’

They both snorted at MJ’s colour commentary.

‘Do you want to come lick up my second squirt in two days from my boyfriend’s abs, you jealous slut?’

They were met with a stunned silence, while Pete felt calling anything in his abdominal area as ‘abs’ was generous to the extreme.

‘No one likes a braggart.’

Grinning sexily down at him, Gwen found his phone sitting on the bedside table. His eyes widened when she quickly snapped a picture of the puddle of juices before sending it over to their heckler for the evening, apparently remembering her number by heart - he certainly didn’t have it in his phone.

They heard MJ’s notification chime followed by a few seconds of tense, stunned silence.

‘Fuck you.’

Peter couldn’t help it, the giggle monster had come and had engulfed not just him, but his girlfriend too. When they calmed down, Gwen was laying on his chest, their noses touching as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.

Then he remembered. ‘Oh, that reminds me,’ he whispered, not wanting MJ to overhear this. ‘Your little prank this morning backfired pretty spectacularly.’

Gwen looked utterly unconcerned. ‘I doubt that very much. I got to snuggle with you for an extra hour in that ludicrously comfy bed of yours - everything went according to my genius plan.’

He grinned cheekily at her. ‘This is why you should let me do the planning. Your clothes were clearly in view at the bottom of the frame, genius.’

She looked at him in confusion for several moments. When it finally dawned on her what he was referring to however, her eyes widened in horror.

‘Relax,’ he said, rubbing her back to soothe her before she had a full meltdown. ‘All he wanted to know about was the tech in your suit. Well, after he got done laughing and congratulating me that is. He’s super jealous that my ten of a girlfriend is also a superhero.’

The panic-attack averted, Gwen brushed her fingers through his three, no four chest hairs, grinning slyly at him. ‘A ten, huh?’ she asked. ‘If I’m a ten, what do you rate MJ?’

Matching her grin, their voices back to normal levels. ‘Oh I dunno, maybe an ei -SEVEN,’ he yelped when she yanked his too-few chest hairs a little too tightly. ‘Maybe a six point five?’

She looked supremely smug as MJ’s reply came predictably fast. ‘Rude.’

‘Was that all he said?’ Gwen asked, lowering her voice and frowning when she remembered her blunder that had started this conversation.

He shrugged, trying desperately to palm away Gwen’s unstoppable, tickling fingers as he made a show of trying to remember something important.

‘Oh right!’ he said, growing tired after Gwen’s relentless assault. ‘He might have mentioned something about the Revengers? No, that wasn’t it, what was it he said again?’

He frowned and made a show of thinking it over as his girlfriend’s eyes widened like a starstruck fangirl. She started to tickle him at his teasing and he failed miserably trying to wiggle out of her grasp.

‘Shut! Up!’ she whispered excitedly.

If he had to objectively describe Gwen Stacey to anyone asking, she was usually a pretty cool customer in general. Analytical, a great mind for detective work and caring for those she held dear.

That was until the Avengers were brought up. Gwen Stacey was an unapologetic Avengers fangirl. Being a local superhero fighting street thugs, there was no way she’d ever expected to even be a tiny blip on their radar, especially not when that radar belonged to their leader.

He sighed theatrically. ‘I guess I’m going back to slaving away on your suit and gadgets. I can’t have you embarrassing me in front of my new bo -’

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Gwen was kissing him again, her mouth assaulting him as her hand stroked his rapidly hardening cock.

‘You know,’ she whispered, her hand still stroking his cock and short-circuiting any possibility for higher brain function. ‘Most shitty boyfriends wouldn’t want their girl anywhere near something like the Avengers.’

He shrugged, scratching his cheek as he blushed, trying hard to formulate a sentence while his beautiful girlfriend stroked his cock, her smug smirk letting him know she was well aware of his struggles.

‘It’s not like I want you anywhere near the stuff they deal with. It makes me nauseous thinking about it to be honest, but you’re not a child and your desire to do good is what I love most about you. As long as you keep using the things I make for you, and don’t keep any secrets from me so I can help you, that’s all I can ask for.’

Her eyes were shimmering again, but he knew he’d said the right thing when she started to kiss his neck. ‘Every second we spend together you make me feel like a bigger idiot for not having gotten with you sooner,’ she whispered huskily in his ear. ‘Now pass me your phone again.’

He blushed at her words but did as she asked, grabbing the phone she’d discarded beside him. He watched with wide eyes as she turned the camera on herself and held it above her. Spreading her pussy lips, they both groaned as they watched his cum oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy.

He heard the shutter sound of his camera going off several times in rapid succession, Gwen grinning up at the lens and making sure to capture the sinful sight in perpetuity.

Peter stared at the scene with slack-jawed wonder. ‘I can’t believe you’re real. You’re, like, every man’s dirtiest fantasy come to life.’

‘And don’t you forget it, Stud,’ she teased, not bothered in the least by his implied reference to her kinkiness. ‘And now you can look back on that picture whenever you’re feeling down or unsure of yourself. You shot that load in me. Just don’t make it your wallpaper,’ she tilts her head as she said that, as if considering something, ‘or do, I don’t care. Just don’t let May or Ben see it.’

He didn’t know what shone more in that moment, his glittering whites from his wide smile or his atomic blush.

Why does the thought of other guys seeing my cum leaking out of her pussy turn me on so much?

‘I can still feel your load in me,’ she cooed as she draped herself over him and started kissing him again. ‘Are you ready to clean up after yourself, Stud?’ she asked, her tongue playing with his nipple. ‘Do you want to clean your Mistress’ pussy?’

He groaned in arousal and she smirked in victory when he didn’t deny her. In no time at all she had her thighs either side of his head, her pussy only inches from his mouth, the only thing separating it from his lips was the hand that kept his cum from leaking out of her.

Looking up the length of her body, from her shredded abs to her grinning face leering down at him, he couldn’t help but liken her to a Goddess.

My Goddess. Mine!

‘Do this for me and I’ll make it worth your while, Stud.’

Peter wasn’t sure Gwen quite understood the power she had over him yet. She could have him commit all kinds of atrocities if she so wished, all she had to do was preface each one by calling him Stud.

When he nodded, her smile widened and she pulled her hand away. His face was filled with her beautiful, bald pussy, the lips still looking a little raw from their fucking. It wasn’t long until he started to see the viscous white liquid oozing out of her.

Her breath hitched when he grabbed her thick thighs and pulled her pussy towards him until it was directly against his mouth. She bit her lip and moaned when he started to suck up their mixed juices, running her hands through his scruffy hair.

He tried not to think about the thick liquid he felt clogging up his throat, but instead focused on her washboard abs, running his fingers appreciatively along the lines of her muscles as he turned his mind off to the specifics of what he was doing.

It was made infinitely easier by the wide-eyed look of arousal on his girlfriend’s face, for once blushing just as brightly as him.

‘That’s it, Stud, you’re such a good little slave for your Mistress,’ she cood, the erotic words going straight to his throbbing cock. Gwen grinned and reached behind her to stroke him and cup his aching balls, clearly ready for another round of fucking.

When he’d licked her clean, she kissed him in thanks before sliding back down his body and spinning around to give him a prime view of her ass as she mounted him again. He groaned as he watched his dick slowly disappear into her snug womanhood, her spread legs giving him a prime viewing angle. She laughed throatily but didn’t object when she heard the shutter sound from his phone going off several more times.

‘Naughty boy,’ she cooed, not minding in the least.

I think Gwen might like being filmed.

He hit record for good measure and, seeing her ass rippling with each thrust, he did what he felt was natural. He started slapping her toned behind, honed through countless hours of acrobatics and gymnastics. He watched through his phone as his slaps had his girlfriend cooing and the skin rippling with each impact. Soon, her cheeks were bright red, but she didn’t even think of stopping him.

Instead, she was happy to keep slowly riding him as he had his fun, leaning forward and jutting her ass out at him with her hands on his knees.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled wide at the sight of the camera pointed directly at her ass.

‘You’re such a naughty boy,’ she teased, but made no effort to stop him.

‘You think this is naughty?’ he asked, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls squeezing his member. Her eyes widened when he very deliberately sucked his middle finger into his mouth.

‘Oh yeah Stud, do it,’ she urged, spreading her cheeks for him. Seeing her rosebud right before him, quivering and almost winking at him, he made sure the camera was in focus before slipping his spit soaked finger through the tight ring of muscle and inside her.

Gwen groaned deeply through the entire penetration, right up until he couldn’t push his finger in any more.

‘I know that sound!’ Their eternal spectator said excitedly through the wall. ‘Mister Stud just slid a finger in your ass!’

‘Only I can call him that, slut!’ Gwen ground out through gritted teeth. He adored the way nearly all of the muscles in her body tensed when he slipped a second, then third finger in her.

Peter hadn’t failed to miss the hidden meaning in their voyeur’s words though. Gwen apparently was quite the anal slut, having had her rear played with so often that MJ recognized the sounds she made when someone did - and that was only when she was around to see or hear it!

‘Is my girl a bit of an anal slut?’ he asked, trying to sound smooth but probably failing miserably. He tried to ignore the humiliating mental image of the redhead bombshell rolling around on her bed and biting her fist to mask the sounds of her hysterical laughter.

If Gwen thought his attempt at dirty talk was cringey though, she didn’t voice the opinion, far too preoccupied with his fingers sliding in and out of her ass. She’d even stopped riding him and only whined when he’d added the third finger, her pussy fluttering and tightening around his cock.

‘I think I know what I want for a reward,’ he muttered under his breath, his fingers thrusting in and out of her relaxed rear end. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder when she realised what he was referring to.

‘You wanna fuck my ass, Stud?’ When she saw his hasty nod, she grinned. ‘I guess my slave has been a very good boy. I suppose I could do him this service.’

He felt his pulse quicken in excitement when she pulled off his fingers, her entire body shuddering when he slipped out. He watched her with awe as she reached over him towards her bedside table and opened the second drawer, his eyes widening at the collection of rather large and exotic dildos within - and the several sixteen ounce bottles of lube.

‘What the hell, you guys buy lube in bulk or something?’

His girlfriend laughed huskily in his ear as she squirted a generous amount into her hand, applying some to her rear and even more to his throbbing cock.

‘We go through a lot,’ MJs highly amused voice called in through the wall.

‘Are you ever going to sleep?’ he asked, as Gwen snorted in amusement.

‘She’s got her suction cup dildo out and is fucking it while she listens to us,’ Gwen says, ratting her friend out. ‘The sound thing works both ways. You can even hear the thumping of her dump truck ass against the headboard when she gets really excited.’

‘So you’re just gonna rat me out?’

Gwen’s smile turned into a pleased smirk. ‘You’ve been pretty persistent and annoying in your heckling tonight, I wanted Peter to know you’re secretly enjoying the show.’

Peter couldn’t believe these two. They were like a porn plot come to life, two insanely hot sluts living together, doing their thing. He didn’t doubt he had a multi-million dollar x-rated sitcom premise right there.

Gwen seemed finished with embarrassing her mouthy friend though, as she turned her back to him again and guided his cock with a deft touch until his head was pressed against her tight rosebud.

‘Come on Stud, take your slut’s ass,’ she goaded. Peter’s eyes widened and his breath hitched at her words and the look in her eyes as she turned to watch him over her shoulder.

Peter held his cock steady as Gwen started backing down and impaling herself on him. There was only the briefest of resistances as his head passed through the tight ring of muscle, but when he popped through, Gwen groaned low and deep as she sunk all the way down until her glorious ass rested against his pelvis.

Peter felt his flush go nuclear when, as Gwen pulled off his cock and sank back down again, he finally heard the faint sounds of flesh smacking against timber from the other room.

‘Oh god,’ he groaned and Gwen chuckled throatily, having guessed the source of his sudden exclamation.

His girlfriend seemed to really be quite the anal slut. She definitely loved having him in her back door, her continuous low groans as she slowly rose and fell on his cock a sexy symphony for his and MJ’s ears.

He wasn’t quite as sold. Aside from the initial tightness of squeezing into her, he much preferred the feeling of her pussy - it was tighter, warmer and definitely wetter.

All that being said, the knowledge that he was fucking the incredible Gwen Stacey in the ass did a lot of the heavy lifting mentally. Images of her in highschool flashed through his mind, the pure cheerleader, all-state gymnast and most popular girl at school being somehow corrupted and tarnished by this dirty girl riding his cock.

She groaned louder when she felt his cock surge and throb in her.

There was definitely some kind of taboo to anal sex, absurdly. Good girls just didn’t do it. His superhero girlfriend wasn’t a good girl though. She had a drawer filled with lube and sextoys and loved getting her ass fucked.

His girl was an unrepentant slut.

That was so hot.

Well, it’s hot now that she’s mine.

He’d only just realised that Gwen had been watching the complex string of emotions wash over his face with a knowing grin. ‘That’s it Stud, fuck your dirty slut in her ass.’

Pete screwed his eyes shut and groaned. He was starting to feel overwhelmed by the situation. Combining that with the clear pleasure she was experiencing and the view of her glorious ass sliding up and down his cock more than made up for not being in her superior orifice.

Gripping said ass in his hands, he started accompanying her bottoming out on him with a spank to each cheek, earning himself a guttural moan of appreciation every time he did so. He took a perverse pleasure in seeing his red hand-prints start to form on her skin, almost as much as watching the flesh jiggle hypnotically.

One thing that anal sex had over regular sex, Peter realised, is that it took him much longer to cum this way, while Gwen, with a little help of some reach-around clitoral stimulation, came twice before he filled her rear end with his third load of the night.

When she finally pulled off his cock, moaning and shaking as his dick made the reverse journey out of her, she fell forward on all fours and looked at him over her shoulder with a tired smile. He only marvelled at her glistening skin, her muscles beautiful and enhanced by the sheen of sweat coating them and her glorious ass she was waving at him.

He groaned when she pulled one cheek out and showed him her still slightly gaping rosebud again, a trickle of his cum starting to leak out.

His eyes widening, she giggled when he dove for his phone and started recording. Giving her ass a few more slaps for good measure as he did so, he eventually stopped the video and took a few photos before throwing his phone aside and licking up what had leaked out of her unprompted.

Gwen seemed to really like that.

He figured as long as he kept doing things she really liked, their relationship would be pretty strong.

When they fell into her bed and under the covers together, his sweaty girlfriend snuggling up against him, she asked for his phone and he handed it to her as they got comfortable. He turned the lights out as she flicked through the myriad shots of his cum leaking out of her ass, and watched the clips.

‘Not a bad way to mark your territory, ey Stud?’

He turned to look at her, the light from his phone’s screen illuminating her shining face.

‘I love you.’

Her eyes widened, clearly not being used to having that said to her despite it being the second time he’d done so that night. She only smiled wider and snuggled into him even tighter. ‘I love you more.’

As they got comfortable, he mused, ‘I’m surprised you… err… didn’t want me to clean you. Again.’

She turned to look up at him, the dim light from the window making it hard to see her raised eyebrow.

‘You would have?’ she asked. ‘Out of my ass?’

He doubted she could see his flush of embarrassment, though maybe she had some kind of heat vision he didn’t know about. ‘Sure,’ he eventually said. ‘If you wanted me to.’

She squeezed him tighter against her, as if trying to mould her entire body against his. ‘Not this time, Stud,’ she said softly. ‘I want to go to sleep with a belly full of my man’s cum.’

She giggled impishly when he groaned and gently bit her nose.

‘So,’ she finally said, sounding all-too innocent. ‘What kind of gadgets have you got planned for me?’

Peter chuckled into her hair, kissing her temple. ‘I see how it is. Using me so you can get some shiny toys and impress your new Avenger friends?’

‘Is it working?’ she cheekily asked, and she yelped when he started tickling her. He loved the feeling of her naked body pressed up against his as they fooled around.

‘I might have a few ideas,’ he teased, after they calmed down. ‘Now that I’ve got access to the labs at SI, I’ve been toying with some ideas using nanites, make it so you don’t need to carry your suit around everywhere while also giving you more power over its shape.’

‘Ooh, this is way sexier than your dirty talk,’ Gwen teased and she laughed when he buried his flaming face in her neck.

‘I can’t wait to see what you cook up Pete,’ she finally said, her voice drifting off.

Just before he fell asleep himself, he remembered he hadn’t told Gwen about his impending operation.

I don’t really want to spoil the mood at this point. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Besides, he wanted to see the look on her face when he surprised her at one of her gigs with his completely functional, if severely atrophied legs.