Caught in Her Web - Chapter 07 (Patreon)

Preface:

Another long one. Along with some sap, there’s a good bit of pegging and anal play on Pete from Gwen in this chapter - she goes full dommy mommy here. I’ll understand if that’s not your thing, just know that it won’t go further than that. Pete’s not bi - or a cuck, despite the teasing in this chapter (at his request).

Enjoy.

Chapter 7

Pete tried to rub the tiredness out of his too-dry eyes after another day spent staring at screen monitoring Gwen’s vitals.

Every time they thought they’d figured out a baseline for her abilities, Gwen would prove them all fools and exceed her limits. He couldn’t even tell if it was her body growing in strength, or if the symbiote was becoming more efficient over time - either way, the results were truly incredible, they put her in a tier only slightly below Earth’s heaviest hitters.

And she was only getting stronger.

The thought excited him. His girl one day soon could be the most powerful human on the planet.

Could they work on anyone else? Would I want to even try?

His excitement and glee was tempered by the hints of dark rings under her eyes. Her prophetic claims that the death of Fisk would spark a gang war proved true and it was all she could do to make sure the collateral damage was minimised.

He was so close to helping her on that front - speaking of…

‘Babe?’ He suppressed a smile at how excited she looked every time he used the pet name. ‘Hold out your arm,’ he asked, rolling over to a nearby bench and grabbing everything he’d need to extract more of her blood.

Gwen rolled her eyes but did so without hesitation. ‘I thought all the vampire boyfriends in the fairytales are supposed to sweep you off your feet when they take your blood?’

Her joke hit a little closer to the truth than he’d like. He’d been taking blood samples from her for weeks without complaint and had little to show for it. Yet.

‘They’re also much more handsome, with glowing eyes and glittering skin.’

She grinned and bopped him on the head with her free hand. ‘You are pretty hideous. More Nosferatu, less Cullen.’

‘I vant to test your blaaad!’

‘Don’t make me laugh when you have a needle in me!’ she shrieked, cackling at his goofy smile and terrible accent.

‘That’s what she said.’

Her wide smile turned sultry, her twinkling eyes half-lidded, memories of their kinky hookup at the Jets game still fresh in both their minds. She sidled up to him when he pulled the needle out, her palm rubbing his growing bulge.

‘You talking about this little guy?’

He almost dropped the vial of her blood as he shook under her tender ministrations, her sultry tone going straight to throbbing cock.

As she was nibbling on his neck and rubbing his cock, he cleared his throat and apologised, groaning at the attention. ‘I promise I’ll have something to show for all of this soon. I think you’ll love it.’

‘Don’t tease me like that,’ she whined sexily, her lips right against his ear and her tone dripped with pure lust.

Making sure they wouldn’t be interrupted, Pete closed his eyes and spent the next several minutes returning her affections, Gwen slipping into his lap and running her hands over his pecs appreciatively.

Gwen’s PT sessions were certainly bearing fruit. She was slowly but surely turning him into a meathead.

They didn’t stop until Karen pinged him, letting him know someone was coming in to use the lab.

With a groan of frustration, Gwen pulled away, fixing his tousled hair and smiling at him fondly.

‘I’m gonna try to be done early tonight so we can finish this later,’ she said, grinding her ass into his painfully hard crotch. ‘I need some special time with my big, manly Stud.’

That was music to his ears. They hadn’t hung out, let alone fucked since the night at the ball game and Peter was just as horny as she was.

Soon. Once my little side-project gets approval this should be a thing of the past…

Keeping his thoughts to himself, he grinned up at his beautiful girlfriend after pecking her on the lips one more time. ‘Oh, that’s a shame. Will you and this stud need some privacy or -?’

He cackled at her unimpressed look and didn’t resist when she slapped him upside the head. ‘You’re hilarious.’

-

Miraculously, unbeknownst to them at the time, several world leaders were visiting New York for a conference at Stark Tower and the UN building. The city was locked down tighter than a virgin’s asshole and the need for Ghost Spider was minimal.

Not only was Gwen able to make the Mary Janes’ gig that night, but they were able to go on a romantic dinner date beforehand then dance the night away afterwards. Gwen had been teaching him some moves and while he still looked like a retarded monkey on the dancefloor, he at least didn’t step on her feet as often.

Spilling out of the pizzeria arm-in-arm, a giggling mess after one of the young chefs burnt himself from staring at Gwen too hard on their way out, Pete started when the entire world, including his girlfriend, froze. It was as if someone hit pause on reality, but his movements seemed utterly unaffected.

His eyes widened, and he looked around frantically, wondering if this was an attack from some unknown supervillain.

Before he could overreact and have an army of nanites descend on them, a wizened, cultured voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

‘Do not be alarmed, my young friend.’

Peter spun, the voice coming from within his mind. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

He just about jumped out of his skin when the Professor Xavier materialised before him dressed in a smart, three-piece tweed suit with a green tie.

He wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the sight of the world-renowned mutant crashing his date or the fact that he was standing before him, sans-wheelchair.

He smiled genially and spread his arms. ‘I’m sorry for startling you, Doctor Parker. I confess, I was rather excited to meet the brilliant young mind responsible for restoring to me the use of my legs and I hadn’t considered he might be rather busy. You and your lady friend make a fetching couple.’

‘Thanks,’ Pete said, honestly a little dazed, then his eyes widened when he realised the implications of the Professor’s words. ‘You had the surgery?’

He laughed, the genuine joy on his face making him look twenty years younger than his wizened, cultured voice would suggest. He jumped and clicked his heels in the air as if he was Frank Sinatra. ‘Like yourself, I doubt surgery is the right word for it. Steven quite brilliantly helped me in that regard, but yes, It was apparently an incredible success. I just wanted to say thank you - from the bottom of my heart. You’ve breathed new life into an old man’s soul.’

Pete blushed, incredibly touched by his words and accepted the thanks gracefully. He then grinned. ‘Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about being old, Professor. My medical nanites are going through trials as we speak. Tony is optimistic.’

Pete got a secret thrill in seeing the incredibly powerful mutant’s eyes widen in shock before he clapped his hands and let out a loud guffaw. ‘How delightful. It warms this old professor’s heart seeing youthful minds changing the world for the better.’

‘You should come visit us at Stark Tower next time Logan or Scott visit. I’ll be happy to show you what some of us are working on.’

His smile widened. ‘I just might take you up on that,’ he said before looking at Gwen and smiling. ‘I can only apologise again for interrupting your date, I let my enthusiasm get the best of me. I shall let you get back to the lovely Ms Stacy - it is good to see she does not carry the weight of an entire city’s hopes on her shoulders alone.’

His eyes widened in shock, but before he could say anything, the professor vanished with a wink. ‘How does everyone know about Gwen?’

Before he asked himself the question, the world around him had resumed, reality no longer on pause. Gwen, startled by his abrupt lack of motion, looked at him with raised brows. ‘Huh? What are you talking about?’

He looked at her with a grin. ‘You’re gonna freak.’

And she did. Not many could claim to not know who the professor was, and superhero fangirl Gwen Stacy certainly wasn’t one of them. ‘That’s incredible! What did you mean by what you said though?’

It took him a second to realise what she was asking. ‘Oh, before he left he said it was good to see you didn’t need to carry New York’s hopes on your shoulders alone. Apparently everyone knows who you are now.’

Her eyes widened at the news, but she quickly shrugged it off. The fact that the most powerful telepath on Earth wasn’t fooled by a mask wasn’t a total shocker. She then smiled sweetly up at him, brushing her bang out of her face. ‘He’s right, I’m not alone,’ she teased, squeezing his newly bulked up shoulders fondly. ‘I’ve got your beefy shoulders to help carry some of the load.’

He snorted, secretly pleased at having the gorgeous girl fondling him in public while biting her lip. She wasn’t entirely wrong though. Their constant exercising had had a noticeable, if subtle effect - he’d even, embarrassingly, caught Riri staring at times. ‘I can’t believe you’re turning me into a meathead.’

Gwen pouted cutely up at him and leaned up to whisper into his ear. ‘But Mama likey,’ she purred, her hot breath earning a shiver sending tingles down his spine.

He grinned, feeling emboldened. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and drew her close, burying his face in her hair, his lips next to her ear. ‘And Daddy likely that Mama likey.’

They both only lasted for a few more seconds before collapsing against the nearby brick wall in a fit of giggles.

By the time they arrived back at her place, they were a cackling, winded mess, their faces flush and their eyes filled with desire for one another.

Pete was definitely starting to feel his pent up lust threatening to boil over. Gwen was no better - he was genuinely wondering if she’d just throw him over her shoulder and take him to the roof of a nearby building to have her way with him.

He wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea.

They did make it back to her place though - somehow. They even made it up an entire elevator ride and to her front door without his superpowered girlfriend having her wicked way with him. Gwen unlocked the door and it swung open, before he could step inside though, Gwen shoved him against the frame, unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down in one, swift motion.

Pete’s face flushed crimson, his cock and balls completely exposed by his suddenly ravenous girlfriend. She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his member, her face rubbing against it.

‘So close,’ Pete chuckled, thudding his head back against the frame as Gwen inhaled his member and deep-throated him in one movement. Looking down, his breath hitched at the sight of his girl’s lips spread wide and pressed against his pelvis, her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust. ‘What if someone sees?’

She pulled off with a gasp, but didn’t break eye-contact with him. ‘Mm. Keep talking dirty to me.’

‘You’re insane!’ he exclaimed with a slightly hysterical laugh, his fingers threading through her blonde hair and pulling it up into an almost topknot. He didn’t stop her though - truth be told, he was as turned on as she clearly was. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back when she started to hum, the only thing stopping his knees from buckling was her firm grip on his thighs.

His entire world was narrowed down to what Gwen was doing to his cock, nothing else mattered or registered.

Until he heard a panicked squeak from down the hall.

Opening his eyes, his cock throbbed at the sight of a pretty girl in a big puffer-jacket and beanie holding a bag to her chest and staring at them in shock, her face as red as his likely was.

‘Gwen,’ Peter hissed, gripping his girl’s hair tight and trying to pull her off his dick.

Gwen only giggled, her neck may as well have been made of steel for all the good it did him to try and dislodge her. Pulling off his cock, exposing to the girl his wet, glistening shaft without any shame, his girl grinned. ‘Hey Soph. How’d it go with the plumber? Did he fix the thing with the hot water?’

It took her a while to answer, her eyes, embarrassingly - and a little flatteringly - locked on his cock. Shaking her head, her blush intensifying, she nodded. ‘Y-yes.’

‘I made sure I called you a pretty cute one too, did you get his number?’ she asked with a grin, leaning against Pete’s side as she casually carried on the conversation, her hand stroking his throbbing cock like it was a toy. ‘The kid seemed pretty sweet on you.’

The poor girl’s blush went nuclear, but she happily nodded, a tiny smile barely visible before she shielded her face with her bag.

‘That’s awesome!’ Gwen cheered, and looked up at him with a wicked grin when he cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. ‘Oh, how rude of me,’ she said, the cheeky shit deliberately missing the point. She even gave his entire shaft a long, languid lick before continuing. ‘This is my boyfriend Peter. Pete, this is Sophia from three-b.’

Sighing, he admitted defeat. Gwen was a force of nature and anything that turned her on would ultimately benefit him in the end anyway.

Fucking liar, this is turning you on too.

He waved at her with a polite smile, trying not to imagine how ridiculous he looked with his jeans around his ankles and his cock rubbing against Gwen’s beautiful face. She waved back, and while his blush couldn’t possibly have matched hers - too much of his blood was circulating through his dick for christ’s sake! - he still felt his cheeks and the back of his neck heat up.

‘He’s really cute, right?’ Gwen bragged, and Pete, absurdly, felt himself swell up with pride as Sophia nodded again. ‘He probably looks familiar to you - that’s because he’s Tony Stark’s protege. Pretty impressive, right? He might not be able to fix my sink, but he’s pretty handy with a broken playstation controller.’

‘I could totally fix the sink,’ he grumbled, earning a giggle and another suck from his cheeky girl. His knees actually did give out at that, but Gwen’s hold on him was firm.

Sophia, on the other hand, had widened her eyes at Gwen’s boasting. She’d probably seen all sorts coming and going from the girls’ apartment in the past, none of them looking like him.

Though some were just as famous, apparently.

‘Wow, that’s so cool!’ she exclaimed, her youth shining through in her excitement, her embarrassment quickly forgotten at meeting a celebrity - as embarrassing as that was to admit.

That embarrassment quickly returned when she realised Gwen had gone back to innocently sucking his cock, her lips grinning around his shaft as she watched her young tenant with amusement.

‘R-right, w-well, enjoy your night… I need to get to bed… school in the morning…’

‘Oh, I’ll enjoy it a lot,’ Gwen purred as Sophia tried and failed several times to get her key in the lock of her door. Pete only just was able to stop himself from laughing at the poor girl’s increasingly frantic attempts before she finally succeeded and stumbled into her apartment, slamming and locking the door behind her with a click.

‘You’re impossible,’ Pete chuffed with a fond chuckle.

Gwen, back to stroking his cock and looking up at him with a shit-eating grin, only shrugged. ‘You love me.’

‘I know,’ he sighed, looking up as if to ask God for guidance. ‘I have many flaws.’

Her eyes widened and his laughter turned into a yelp when she pinched his thigh for that jab.

It was her turn to yelp when he bent down to pick her up from the floor, threw her over his shoulder and carried the squealing menace into her apartment.

It still amazed him how far he’d come. Not even a year ago he’d have struggled to carry his laptop bag and now he was carrying his girlfriend over his shoulder with ease.

Diet and exercise certainly played an important role, but his medical nanites had to take most of the credit - they not only kept him healthy and regenerated atrophied muscles, but they also helped his body run at peak efficiency, making sure every muscle got the required energy and supplements. He was excited to see their wider effect on the world - he was less excited by the thought of having to dodge even more of the elite trying to schmooze with him.

Maybe he needed to finally get his own assistant.

He threw the cheeky minx onto the couch and glared down at her. ‘You’ve been a really naughty girl.’

He was sure he looked ridiculous without any pants and his cock pointing at her like a spear, but she played along like a good little slut.

She gasped, her eyes wide with faux fright. ‘Oh no, are you going to punish me, daddy?’

She was biting her knuckle, both because it looked incredibly sexy and to hide her mirth. Her twinkling, crystal blue eyes would always give her away though. He loved how expressive they were.

She squealed when he rolled her over and fell on the couch next to her, spanking her incredible ass as hard as he could. She moaned, not objecting to the rough treatment in the slightest.

Not that he could physically hurt her, even if he wanted to.

Breaking character, he leaned against her and whispered into her ear. ‘I feel like doing something kinky.’

She turned to him, her grin saucy. ‘Oh? My show in the hall got your juices flowing, you little perv?’

‘Something like that,’ he admitted with a blush.

She tilted her head from side-to-side before grinning again. ‘Wanna watch some porn?’

He laughed. ‘Sure, sounds hot. What kind?’

Smiling cheekily, she kissed him on the nose before hopping up off the couch and sashaying to her room. He used that time to remove the rest of his clothes so that he was sitting there in just his socks and stroking his hard cock when she came back, lust in her eyes as she paused to watch him. Laptop in hand, she had changed her outfit into a simple tank-top, thong panties and thick woolly socks.

It was incredibly cute, but he couldn’t help his eyes from dropping to her pebbled nipples sticking out like erasers, their piercings as blatant as if she was wearing nothing at all.

She plopped down on the couch next to him and snuggled into his side while they browsed their favourite porn site, none of the videos really catching their interest.

While she browsed, his arm around her shoulder and holding her powerful, but still lithe form against his chest, his mind drifted back to their tryst at the Jets game, and he had an idea.

‘There’s always your collection,’ he suggested in a casual tone. He felt her freeze against him at his words, her head turning slowly until their gazes met, her brow raised in challenge.

‘You want to watch one of those?’ She asked in disbelief. He felt his pulse quicken and his cheeks heat up at her scrutiny, not having given it much thought when he let it casually slip out. Now that he thought about it though, he couldn’t deny that the idea turned him on.

A lot.

He shrugged, trying to play cool but his throbbing, excited cock gave him away as much as his quavering voice. ‘C-could be hot,’ he answered, his voice only cracking a little.

‘Yeah?’ Gwen challenged, putting the laptop down and moulding herself against his side, her palm gently grabbing his balls and squeezing. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the incredible sensations. ‘You want to watch your girl getting railed by a bunch of huge cocks?’

‘Maybe,’ he answered, his voice quavering as she planted featherlight kisses on his neck while stroking his shaft. ‘What porn could be better than the kind starring the sexiest woman in the world, right?’

When she pulled back from his neck to look him in the eyes, he was surprised that instead of a sexy grin or smile, she was staring into his eyes with such intensity, it took his breath away.

‘What’s going on Pete? First the dirty talk at the game and now this? We should talk about it before we do something we might regret.’

He felt affection for this amazing woman bursting from his chest at the sheer concern that shone in her eyes. He gave her question the attention it deserved before shrugging again. ‘I dunno, but the thought of watching you be a little slut while you’re cuddled up next to me sounds really hot. I’m not sure I can explain why in a way that makes sense.’

She wasn’t accepting that, her concerned frown deepening. ‘How do you go from almost cutting ties with me because you couldn’t bare the thought of hearing about other guys fucking me, to wanting to watch other guys fuck me?’

His blush deepened at the intense scrutiny, being forced to examine his own feelings as embarrassing as being confronted with them. She’d stopped kissing him and playing with his dick, instead wrapping both of her arms around his waist and holding him tight as she looked deep into his eyes, not rushing him or adding any extra pressure - but making sure to let him know by her embrace that she was here for him - as he thought of his answer.

Given that she was being patient and understanding with him, he figured she’d appreciate it if he didn’t half-ass his answer. Frowning, he pressed his forehead against hers and thought for almost a minute before opening his mouth, her reassuring presence giving him the support and confidence he needed to self-examine.

‘The only way I can square it in my mind in a way that makes sense,’ he began, his voice much surer than he expected, ‘Back then, it wasn’t so much hearing about your sexploits that was the issue, it was that, each time I heard them, it further solidified in my mind that we’d never be together, that I’d never be good enough. It…hurt. A lot. More than I’d care to admit.’

Gwen’s grip around him tightened the longer he spoke, but she didn’t interrupt him. He felt his eyes stinging as he remembered his feelings in those dark times, but ultimately kept the waterworks at bay due to Gwen’s comforting presence, and reminding himself he was in a much better, almost perfect place now.

The only thing that could make it better was if there was a ring on that slim, delicate finger.

Jesus Christ Pete, slow the fuck down!

He gave himself a few moments to compose himself before continuing.

‘Now that we’re together though, things are different. I like that you’re my little slut. I loved it when you went to the game in that super high-cropped top that could have easily flashed your tits. I get turned on when other men look at you, wishing they were in my position for only a second. I…like the idea of seeing you, my little slut, having sex with those other dudes - especially when it’s for our benefit. It’s…so hot.’

Gwen didn’t say anything for a while, but thankfully she didn’t look offended or mad. She just held him, resting her head on his chest as she thought. He took comfort in her presence and her lack of… adverse reaction.

Finally, she looked up at him and his breath caught at the naked lust in her beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Biting her lip, she gazed deeply into his eyes before she spoke. ‘Before we do this, you need to hear and understand something.’

Raising his brow, he resisted the overpowering urge to interrupt her and lighten the mood with a quippy remark. He felt his pulse quicken at the implication of her words - she was accepting, she was also turned on by the idea too.

‘The sex we have is the best sex I’ve ever had, bar none. You need to understand that I’m not just saying that to soothe your ego. If sex with you wasn’t mind-blowing, I’d say so and we’d work on it until it was. Full stop. Capiche?’

He nodded, his cheeks heating up at the effusive praise. She grinned at his reaction, and kissed him on the nose again before continuing. ‘But, that doesn’t mean the sex with other guys wasn’t incredible too - some of it even just as mind-blowing, granted, without any of the emotion or connection we share -’

‘Or squirting,’ he interrupted, unable to help himself.

She snorted out a giggle, the tension utterly broken, and kissed him again so passionately it took his breath away. ‘Or that. So, are you sure you can handle it? Sure you can hear your girl squealing while she takes a bunch of huge cocks?’

His cheeks heated at the mental image, but he nodded nonetheless. ‘I…Gwen, you’re here, in my arms, after having been with so, so, so, so -’ he yelped and laughed when she elbowed him in the side, looking unimpressed but with the corner of her lips twitching, ‘so many guys. It’s hard to feel jealous. I feel like… I’ve already won? Everything else is just a bonus.’

He wasn’t sure he was making sense, but something he said must have struck a chord because Gwen smiled and melted against him, kissing his neck again.

‘So what is this?’ she asked, getting up in his lap and looking deep into his eyes, a firm hand on his chin guiding his gaze back to hers when he blushed and tried to look away from the intensity of her stare. ‘Is this how far it goes? Do you want me to talk dirty to you like you had me do at the game? Do you want me to be a little mean?’

He blushed scarlet, his cock standing tall and throbbing between them. ‘I wouldn’t mind you trying - feel free to say almost anything when it’s just us - just don’t say something truly hurtful - like you’re better than me at racing sims or something.’

Her head rocked back as she barked out a wicked laugh before looking back down at him with a truly evil smirk. ‘But I am better than you at racing sims. You’re the Itsuki to my Takumi.’

His eyes widened in horror. ‘That… is the cruellest thing anyone has ever said to me.’

Cackling maniacally, Pete felt his cock surging along with his feelings for her. There was something so profoundly incredible about his girl trading weeb barbs with him - it was one of the things that had made him fall in love with her in the first place.

‘So,’ she said, conversationally, as she pressed her forehead against his. ‘How far does this go? Would you actually want to watch me fuck another guy in front of you?’

He blushed, his guts churned and his cock surged. He began to look away in shame but Gwen wouldn’t let him. ‘None of that,’ she rebuked sternly. ‘If it makes you feel any better, I’ve fantasised about you being in one of MJ’s videos on her OnlyFans and making her squirt and squeal in front of all her adoring fans.’

His eyes widened and he flushed scarlet at the mental image, Gwen grinning like the Cheshire Cat when she saw his reaction.

‘Never feel embarrassed or ashamed to talk about sex stuff with me, okay? I don’t want that kind of relationship. I want us to be open and honest about everything with each other.’

He nodded seriously, agreeing with her one-hundred percent. He then frowned as he thought on her question, his guts churning and roiling with jealousy as he wrestled with feelings of inferiority, his cock undeniably throwing in its two-cents too, throbbing eagerly.

‘I’m…honestly not sure,’ he answered truthfully.

‘It’s okay,’ Gwen said with an understanding smile. ‘But I want you to tell me if anything changes, then we’ll talk about it. I just need you to understand that I’d still be the happiest woman in the world if the only other person I ever slept with was you for the rest of my life, okay? Don’t feel pressured to do kinky things with me because of my past - I don’t need it to be happy.’

He gaped at her in shock at her heartfelt words and this time, it was his amazing girlfriend that was blushing cutely.

‘Too strong?’

‘I love you so much,’ he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion. Her blush intensified at whatever she saw in his eyes and she slapped his chest.

‘Sorry for going all sappy, I didn’t want to ruin the mood.’

She squealed and laughed when he flipped them over, pinned her against the couch and started kissing her with everything he had. When we pulled back, Gwen’s lips puffy and her eyes glazed over with arousal, he chuffed.

‘Flowery words my little spider slut, but you’ve been thirsting for Riri for a while now.’

She grinned up unapologetically at him, wrapping her powerful legs around his waist and drawing him close, his hard cock very obviously sandwiched between them. ‘You can’t lie to me, Stud.

‘Is that right?’ he asked in a teasing tone and with a lopsided grin.

‘Ahuh,’ she affirmed, pulling him tight again with her amazonian legs before leaning up until her lips were pressed against his ear. ‘I’m not the only one thirsting,’ she whispered, taking his lobe between her teeth before continuing. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at Doctor Foster.’

He froze like a deer in headlights and she laughed with delight at his reaction to just her name alone. In his defence, the way she’d whispered it, full of sex and promise, would leave anyone a shuddering, cross-eyed mess.

Probably.

‘I knew you had the hots for her!’

He blushed at her crowing. ‘I have the hots for you,’ he defended, sounding lame even to his own ears.

‘And her,’ Gwen corrected, her Cheshire Cat grin fully in place. ‘I don’t blame you, she’s movie-star gorgeous,’ she then had a full-body shudder of her own before turning her grin back at him. ‘Just the thought of watching her eat your ass does things to me. Her naughty younger, love-struck co-worker who needs to be put in his place.’

‘You need to stop,’ Pete joked, his face flaming red and buried in her neck. ‘It’s just a fantasy for you, I have to work with these women.’

She laughed with delight and squeezed him tighter, as if reassuring him that she held no ill-will for his little work-place crush.

He didn’t lie to Gwen, he didn’t have a wandering eye at work - he was honestly too busy, and with what he had at home, he was more than satisfied. But he’d had countless meetings and lunches with Jane where they’d either talk about their work or their love lives and it was hard not to be taken by her brilliance.

It had always just been admiration, and maybe a little, innocent crush, but Gwen’s sinful words had put images in his head he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get out. One in particular of the older, beautiful scientist dressed only in a lab coat while she disciplined him for being a naughty…co-worker.

You’re such a Bottom Pete…

As if able to read his mind, Gwen was still just grinning up at him, her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulder while she basked in the glory of her corrupting words.

‘I don’t think you’re quite ready to protect me from a rampaging and possessive God of Thunder, babe.’

Her grin turned positively salacious. ‘He can join us too. I wouldn’t mind trying those bindings you and the good doctor made on him, see how they hold up.’

‘You’re too much,’ he joked weakly, kissing her nose.

‘I like to think I’m the perfect amount,’ she fired back cheekily before pushing him up so they sat side-by-side on the couch. He snuggled up to her and started kissing her neck as she navigated folders on her laptop.

It didn’t take long. A folder within a folder from her desktop and he was looking at what had to be dozens of video files, each one at least an hour long.

‘Damn, you’re such a slut,’ he whispered in genuine awe. Given this folder had been labelled with her name, and the one before it had her friend’s names listed with their own folders, his mind exploded with the implications.

How many orgies have these sluts had?!

She didn’t even try defending herself, though he did see the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to suppress a smile.

Each icon was a simple black rectangle while the file names were the date they were taken, combined with one or more names. He assumed names of the men she’d fucked.

While they were only first names, he was a pretty avid sports fan, he recognized some of the more unique ones.

‘Pick one,’ Gwen ordered, clearly as turned on by this little exercise as he was, her hand trailing up and down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Pete inhaled a sharp, shuddering breath and chose one that didn’t have immediately recognizable names - Mike and Dex. It was in the middle of the slutty timelines, back when Gwen was still at college.

‘Oooh, that’s a good one,’ she purred and, with a few button presses, she cast the video onto her big-screen TV before setting her laptop aside on the coffee table and snuggling up into his side. Her hand immediately cupped his balls and she gently started pulsing squeezes as the TV powered on.

Pete didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but this wasn’t some big-budget porn. Judging by the quality, it looked like it had been taken on a phone in moderate light - he bristled and had to suppress his inner amateur photographer. The video started immediately with no fade-in, Gwen sitting on some black guy’s lap while a white guy stood off to the side, his large hand cupping his noticeable bulge.

‘This one was a while ago,’ Gwen narrated, as if sensing his curiosity. ‘It was when I was still at college. MJ is filming, we picked up these guys at some dumb frat party, they were the hottest guys there.’

‘Let me guess,’ Pete said, his voice husky and strained. ‘Football team?’

Gwen grinned and squeezed his balls a little tighter for good measure. ‘Basketball.’

Pete groaned at the treatment then snorted in amusement. They definitely looked the type. They were chatting and joking while Gwen drank from a pretty big wine glass - she even looked tipsy, she must have had bottles of the stuff. The lap Gwen was sitting in belonged to Dex while the nearby white guy was Mike. They both dwarfed Gwen and he guessed they were probably ripped, but their baggy clothes hid most of it.

‘I wasted so much money in college on alcohol that mostly did nothing for me - had to fit in though right? MJ still thinks I’m a secret alcoholic.’

Pete snorted. He didn’t like that she felt she needed to drink to fit in, he thought she was above all that. He was hardly one to judge when it came to poor decisions when they were younger though…

Even without the date, Pete could have dated the video just from looking at Gwen alone. She had her blonde hair long and tied up in a bun and she wasn’t nearly as shredded as she was now. Gwen had really upped her regime when she graduated, and he was forever thankful for that.

His slutty girlfriend, or rather, her past self, was only wearing a tight, black, long-sleeved t-shirt, a tiny black thong and woolly socks. She was grinding her glorious ass in Dex’s lap and smirking knowingly at the camera as he moaned and groaned at the attention, his dark hands gliding up and down her toned, naked thighs.

Dex then slid his hands under her shirt and up towards her perky tits. Gwen grinned and put her drink down while Pete heard a very familiar voice.

‘Oh? What you got there?’ MJ asked from behind the camera, her tone filled with mirth. Dex looked up at the camera with a grin.

‘A fine-ass white girl.’

MJ and Mike laughed while Gwen looked over her shoulder at him with a sexy grin.

MJ then groaned. ‘God, take off your top you slut, stop being a fucking tease!’

Both Mike and Dex cheered and bumped fists. Gwen just rolled her eyes, nevertheless, doing as commanded and whipping her top off and tossing it aside with a casual fling.

If her nipples poking through her thin top hadn’t made it blatantly obvious before, her naked, perky tits let everyone know she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Mike sat on the nearby armchair, his bulge even bigger with a big, dopey grin on his face. Dex, on the other hand, had his hands busy tracing the lines of her toned abs.

A man of good taste.

Present-day Gwen chuffed. ‘I genuinely thought guys at college would be turned off by my body, but the jocks especially loved the muscles. I don’t think anyone gave more bodyshots than me.’

Pete’s cock throbbed and Gwen grinned, her hand still cupping and playing with his balls. She kissed his neck and they continued to watch.

With a coquettish smile on her face, past-Gwen picked up her drink again and eye-fucked Mike after he’d stopped hungrily staring at her perky tits.

It was then that he noticed her nipples were missing the barbell piercings he’d grown to love, but given the timeline, she must have gotten them not long after shooting this video.

With a grin, Mike reached over and took one of Gwen’s pebbled nipples between his fingers, teasing it none-too-gently. Gwen moaned in approval at the somewhat rough treatment and pouted when they both released her so they could remove their shirts.

Definitely meatheads.

They were both crazily jacked.

‘God they were so hot,’ present-Gwen groaned as she eyed the two beefcakes hungrily. Pete throbbed again in her hand and his girl giggled, nibbling on his ear. Seeing the little slut thirst for the guys from her past while playing with his much smaller package did things to him.

‘I swear to God Gwen, if you don’t start fucking I’m kicking you out and taking them for myself.’

They all laughed at MJ’s frustration, the guys eyeing the beauty behind the camera just as hungrily. Pete idly wondered if she was naked too as past-Gwen twirled in her seat and fed her perky tits to the jacked ball player.

Mike stood up behind her and started reverently stroking her toned ass. Past-Gwen looked over her shoulder and smiled at him sweetly, her eyes dark with lust.

Pete was catching quick, cheeky glances at Present-day Gwen. While she had her hands occupied by his heavy balls, and her head on his shoulder, her eyes were glued to the screen, her teeth worrying at her lips with desire.

When MJ started bitching again at how slow they were taking things, all three of them stood and started to shed the rest of their clothing - what little of it remained.

‘Two guys, two girls. Why didn’t you just take one each?’ Pete wondered, his voice shattering the intense silence like the crack of a whip. Gwen even started slightly at the sound of it, clearly lost in her own fond memories.

‘We were playing a game,’ Gwen recited from memory, her eyes going back to the screen and earning a groan when her two lovers unveiled a pair of, frankly, ridiculously huge cocks the size and girth of her forearm. ‘I lost,’ Gwen continued, snapping herself out of her stupor. ‘My forfeit was to fuck the both of them.’

‘I thought you said you lost?’ Pete joked and Gwen giggled, pinching him in the side with her free hand. ‘Some game. Us nerds just played WoW in college.’

Gwen snorted in amusement, cuddling up to him as she directed her attention back at the screen. It was a good thing she wasn’t actively stroking him, the video was so hot that he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have made a mess already had she been trying.

And they were only just moving past foreplay!

Their cocks exposed, both shook them for the camera at MJ’s prompting, earning more laughter. The ridiculous appendages hung halfway down their thighs and Gwen even knelt on the floor between them to pose with them.

‘Mmm, me likey,’ MJ purred as she zoomed in on the scene, a flash going off signifying that she might have taken a photo as well. ‘You gonna take those huge cocks, Slut?’

Past-Gwen smiled up at the camera. He’d say she looked incredibly cute, but the scene was so sinful that any attempts to appear such just came off as slutty.

‘Hell yeah,’ Past-Gwen answered, winking at the camera and smiling wide.

‘Atta girl,’ Dex praised, exchanging a high-five with his excited, soon-to-be lover.

They collapsed onto the nearby couch, Gwen once again sitting in his lap. This time, a colossal, obsidian shaft towered next to her ass and rested in her crack - it was a sight MJ apparently found titillating enough to zoom in and focus on.

‘Jesus, you’re so hot,’ Pete praised. Gwen didn’t answer with words, instead she squeezed his balls again and leaned up to kiss him on the side of the neck.

MJ came closer to the action, grabbed the guy’s heavy shaft and held the plum-sized head against her gaping, leaking pussy.

‘Jesus fuck,’ Pete cursed and present-day Gwen giggled.

‘You like seeing that big, black cock next to your girl’s little pussy?’ Gwen teased, turning away from the screen so she could whisper the sinful words in his ear. He felt a shiver run down his spine as her warm breath tickled him. He screwed his eyes shut but couldn’t help but nod. ‘Yeah?’ Gwen teased some more, though her tone held a smidge of hesitation. ‘You excited to see how I react when a real man fucks me?’

Pete shuddered and groaned at the teasing and, before even his superhero girlfriend could react, he lunged at her and captured her lips in a heated kiss, tugging on her asymmetric bang and holding her face against his.

Not even the sound of past-Gwen’s long, drawn-out moan as she sank onto the thick cock distracted them from each other. As her moans and groans increased in intensity though, they pulled apart and looked back at the screen. Pete groaned, MJ had a good angle showing his girl’s little pussy spreading obscenely for that huge, black cock.

‘You don’t stretch me like that Stud,’ he purred, going back to playing with his balls again and throwing a toned leg over his lap as she tried to snuggle up even closer to him. Finally, she grabbed his shaft, but she did so with only her index finger and thumb, as if to emphasise the size difference between her past lover and his current-day self. ‘He’s so much bigger than you, it’s a wonder I even feel you at all.’

Pete huffed, his eyes glued to the screen and his arousal sky-rocketing at her sinful words. Looking at Gwen, she was biting her lip and looked worried she’d pushed him too far. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and moaned piteously, as if to reassure her and simultaneously, convey his arousal.

‘Naughty boy, you’re not allowed to look away,’ his beloved girlfriend teased. She grabbed his head and forced his gaze back to the screen, back to see past-Gwen sliding up and down the huge cock, her pussy lips clinging onto the obsidian shaft jealously while her cute asshole winked at them. ‘What’s the point of this if you don’t see how inferior you are to my past lovers?’

That earned her another groan. And that groan earned him another emasculating giggle.

Mike, apparently not content with sitting on the sidelines anymore, stood and grabbed handfuls of past-Gwen’s ass before helping her slide backwards and forwards on the colossal dick. He also planted kisses along her spine and the back of her neck. By the sounds past-Gwen was making, she seemed to be very much enjoying the extra attention.

‘I told you she was down. How’s her pussy?’

‘So tight, my God, so good,’ Dex groaned as he planted his feet and started to rapidly thrust up into her while holding her body against his broad chest. Past-Gwen tilted her head back and screamed at the vigorous thrusting, but Mike was there quickly capturing her lips in a heated kiss, his hand on her throat as he tried to keep her quiet.

MJ moved around to the side to get the fucking couple in profile. She’d clearly done or mouthed something silently to past-Gwen to elicit a response, because she smiled wide and stuck her tongue out at her roommate before going back to kissing Mike.

‘Even when you’re being a slut you’re so cute,’ Pete moaned and Gwen squeezed his aching balls appreciatively. Her words did not match her physical doting affections though. ‘Yeah?’ she asked, a wide, naughty grin in place. ‘What would you have done if you were there? Would you just sit in the corner like a good boy and just stroke your little dick?’

‘Oof, right in the insecurity,’ Pete joked, though surprising himself with how little the comment really affected him. He turned to look at his girl and his brows rose when he saw her scrutinising him intently, judging his reactions.

She was apparently satisfied with what she saw, because she smirked wickedly at him. ‘Naughty boy. My naughty boy.’

Before he could even blink, Gwen webbed over a bottle of lube from the other side of the room, put a liberal amount on her fingers and slipped them into his ass without so much as a ‘by your leave.’

When she hooked her fingers and started to expertly massage his prostate, his hips launched off the couch and he groaned with bliss. It had been a while since Gwen had played with him there, and he was shocked to find how much he’d missed it. While he didn’t super care for fucking her in the ass, the same couldn’t be said when he was on the receiving end.

Gwen shushed him, trying and failing to mask her proud grin as she motioned to the TV. ‘Shh! It’s getting good.’

Apparently feeling left out, Mike walked around the back of the couch and held his dick out for Gwen invitingly. She didn’t notice immediately, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream, but when a violent thrust caused her entire body to lurch forward, she inadvertently speared herself on the huge, pale cock.

Opening her eyes, she grinned wide at the proffered member. Licking her lips sexily, Mike joined his teammate in moaning when Gwen opened wide and swallowed six inches of the obscenely girthy shaft.

While Gwen’s excited moans were mostly muffled by the thick invader, that didn’t stop her from groaning long and low in approval. Dex had muffled himself too, taking as much of her perky tit into his mouth as he could while he continued to jackhammer up into her.

‘I love being tag-teamed by a couple of huge cocks,’ Gwen purred in his ear, timing the statement with a firm push against his prostate. Pete’s eyes flew wide, an utterly pathetic-sounding whimper escaping his lips as his hips launched off the couch in mindless pleasure and he clung to Gwen like she was a lifeline.

Despite how pathetic and emasculating his response was, he couldn’t say he cared. Gwen didn’t tease him about it - if anything she looked even more excited by his arousal - and hers was the only opinion he cared about. The way she held him so tight while fingering him, her warmth surrounding him and her words sending sinful tingling down his spine, made him feel safe and loved.

Holy shit I really do sound like a bitch…

Despite how embarrassing his thoughts were, he couldn’t help thinking they were the truth. There was no way he’d enjoy this as much if he didn’t feel completely comfortable with his girlfriend.

What a difference half a year made.

A loud groan from the TV had Gwen’s breath hitching in excitement. MJ took that as her queue to zoom in on past-Gwen’s pussy from behind, the screen almost entirely taken up by that obscenely huge cock, his equally absurd and pulsing balls and his girl’s glorious ass, with her pussy stretched wide around the invader.

‘He just came in your girl,’ Gwen whispered, her tone one filled with sinful desire and excitement. ‘And you just watched it like a pathetic bitch while your girl fingered you.’

‘Fuck me!’ Past-Gwen pleaded sexily, her hips gyrating and picking up the slack for the suddenly stiff Dex.

‘Oh shit,’ he groaned, his body rocking with convulsions and his balls pulsing. ‘Fuck yeah girl.’

‘Mhmm, don’t stop, so good, fuck me!’

Pete screwed his eyes shut and groaned in approval, the combination of Gwen’s dominant behaviour, her fingering, and the passionate cries of Past-Gwen too much for him to handle. When he made to grab his own cock to add to his pleasure, Gwen painfully slapped his hand away with a tut.

‘None of that,’ she admonished, her wide grin splitting her face as he looked up at her in shock. Dex shouted, apparently still unloading in his girl. They both looked at the TV to see his thick, frothy cum seeping out from the still-tight seal Gwen’s pussy had on the girthy shaft.

Pete struggled to look away from the insanely erotic sight, but he did to see Gwen staring at his still stinging hand with a wicked grin.

‘Only men have cocks,’ Gwen purred, wrapping an arm around his neck and increasing the speed of her fingering, and even adding a third finger. ‘This little thing barely qualifies, best let mama take care of you.’

Pete kept his hands away as ordered, his cheeks flushing at his girlfriend’s words and attitude. His breath hitched when Gwen took one of his nipples between her teeth and started to suckle, then he yelped when he felt something unfamiliar in his ass. It was thick and undulating.

‘What -?’

‘Shh,’ Gwen shushed, and Pete buried his face in her neck as the sensations grew even more intense. ‘Cum for me, Stud. Cum for me like Dex came in your girl.’

That did it. Pete’s mouth opened in a silent scream, his saw stars and his hips lurched as he groaned out his release.

When he next opened his eyes, his face flush and his breath ragged, it was to see Mike bending over the couch and spreading past-Gwen’s cheeks wide. Dex’s dick had vacated, leaving Gwen’s pussy gaping and leaking a truly prodigious amount of cum. Her normally gorgeous, perfect pussy looked utterly ruined and as MJ pulled back to get them all in frame, Gwen was looking at her over her shoulder, bouncing her ass for the camera.

‘He filled you up good,’ MJ purred, sounding a little hot and bothered.

Mike barked out a laugh and delivered a harsh spank to Gwen’s firm ass, almost giving the game away by not even blinking at the likely too-strong strike.

‘Look how much cum he pumped into my pussy,’ present-Gwen teased, biting his ear. He felt his softening cock pulse, but it was still down for the count. She held her hand up before them, some of his cum staining her pale skin. ‘Way more than this pathetic load,’ she faux chided, her eyes twinkling in mirth. She wiped the excess off on his cheek and when he saw she still had some on her finger, he obediently sucked her digit into his mouth and cleaned it of his cum.

Gwen really liked that.

He knew she would. She really had a thing for making him swallow his own cum. Doing it unprompted like that really got her going, especially when she was on a dom-kink.

‘What was that?’ Pete asked, his voice sounding lethargic to his own ears.

‘What was what?’ she asked, all too innocently, the look in her eyes belying her innocent tone.

He just gave her a deadpan stare and she giggled. ‘I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,’ she teased, bringing up a hand to brush her long bang out of her eye - wait.

Pete’s eyes widened in shock when he saw what had become of Gwen’s hand. She’d used the powers of the symbiote to transform her fingers into a fleshy tentacle.

A tentacle that she’d fucked him in the ass with.

It honestly looked kinda gross, a bit too body-horror for his tastes, but he couldn’t argue with the results…

‘Did you -’ Pete began, his eyes wide in shock. ‘Did you hentai me?!’

Gwen guffawed at his shock. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t love it,’ she teased, running her hand up his throat and gripping his chin with the tips of her fingers. She turned his face to hers and away from the screen and captured his lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. ‘We’re just getting started, Stud.’

‘What -?’

But before he could even get his question out, Gwen moved like a blur. His vision turned sideways and it actually took him a second to realise he’d been flipped onto his back.

‘That’s a good bitch,’ Gwen cooed and before he could protest, she lifted his legs up and pressed them back until they were almost by his ears - a feat of flexibility that would have been impossible a few months ago and without his gruelling PT sessions.

He heard and felt Gwen’s webs securing his arms behind him against the wall, and then his legs to his arms. The web-bondage left him utterly exposed and vulnerable, his dick pointing directly at his face.

This is payback for the time I tied her up…

Gwen confirmed his thoughts by showing up in his field of vision and grinning down at him. ‘I can see why you enjoyed this so much.’

She disappeared from his field of view again and he blushed in mortification when he heard her phone’s camera snapping away.

‘You’re so pretty tied up like that,’ Gwen teased, her voice sounding more aroused than it had at any point that evening previously.

He just shut up and took his medicine. He still jacked off to the video of Gwen cumming after his little bondage game, he really had no room to complain.

And it’s not like he wasn’t getting insanely turned on by this side of his girlfriend. If anything, she could probably go even further.

He soon got his wish.

‘Wait right here, Stud,’ she said with a snort and he heard her footsteps sauntering away.

He then heard past-Gwen’s groans pick up again and he wiggled against his bindings, desperate to see the action. Gwen had tied him up good though and he couldn’t even get a slight angle to see the titillating action.

‘Don’t worry, you’re not missing much,’ Gwen teased as she came back and saw him wiggling against his restraints. ‘Mike has me pinned to the couch and he’s thrusting that big dick down into me.’

Pete groaned at the visual and Gwen giggled.

‘You’re such an adorable perv,’ she cooed, her face coming into his field of view again. His eyes widened and his breath hitched when she showed him why she’d left. In her hand was a foot-long dildo, double ended, curved and made of hard rubber. Her smile was blinding at the look on his face. ‘If you let me fuck you with this I’ll let you watch the video of me doing the same to MJ.’

Pete’s eyes widened in shock and he looked at the dildo with trepidation. While nowhere near as girthy as the dudes in the video, or even him, it was still longer than him at the halfway point at around seven inches long.

He gulped then steeled his nerves. Looking at Gwen with a fearless expression, he tilted his head. ‘Don’t ask. We have a safeword for a reason and I’m getting turned on by you being all…dommy with me.’

Gwen’s look of surprise shifted to one of wicked glee. Pete groaned with both pain and arousal when she gently - for her - slapped his balls in admonishment. ‘Don’t take that tone with me you cheeky slut.’

Pete screwed his eyes shut and groaned again.

This was turning him on way more than he thought was healthy. Especially if she kept slapping his nuts.

His groan turned into a totally manly yelp when he felt something wet and warm lick then kiss his perineum. He futilely strained against Gwen’s webbing, her tongue both tickling him and driving him wild.

All throughout this, the video kept playing, adding an erotic background track to their amorous activity. When he heard a familiar guttural groan emanating from the speakers, present-Gwen stopped eating his ass to watch.

Unfortunately, he could do little more than listen, his position giving him no viable angle to see the TV from. Not even a reflection.

And he really, desperately looked for one.

‘Oof, you’re missing out Pete. This is the first time I took someone so big in my ass,’ she teased, rubbing his balls and going back to licking him. True to her word, her guttural groans continued until MJ cheered.

‘Jesus Gwen, you actually fit that thing in there?’ she gasped in awe, no doubt still behind the camera. ‘Bravo.’

Panting, past-Gwen chuckled. ‘You need to try it, I can feel them grinding against each other inside me.’

Pete’s eyes widened at her words, his attempts to see the screen redoubling as their implication painted a rather…vivid picture. Present Gwen cackled at his flailing and he groaned when she slapped his nuts again in admonishment.

‘Right, I forgot to mention it was my first time being DPed by two huge cocks too, huh?’

Pete only groaned, his guts churning, even a light tap from his superpowered girlfriend enough to make him nauseous.

‘Aww, I’m sowwy,’ Gwen cooed, when noticing his sorry state. ‘Here, let me make it better.’

Pete grunted when she started licking him again. This time however, she only spent a few moments on his perineum before wiggling her tongue into his ass.

‘Fuck,’ he grunted and Gwen giggled, enjoying the power she had over him.

She’s always had this power over me. It’s only now that she’s finally exerting it.

Pete’s eyes widened and he almost swallowed his tongue as Gwen’s tongue… changed. What had started as gentle thrusts and rimming turned into something more, her tongue getting impossible thicker and going much, much deeper.

‘What -?!’ he gasped, his eyes going cross-eyed as she put pressure on his prostate again. Not with her finger.

Gwen giggled again and he felt whatever was inside him recede. Looking up, he gasped when his girl’s mouth revealed itself, along with the almost footlong, prehensile tongue sticking out of it. He watched as it shrunk into its normal size as Gwen grinned at him.

‘You like that?’ she teased, looking incredibly smug. ‘It’s your fault for putting hentai in my head, you know?’

Pete huffed out a sigh, his head thunking back against the couch. ‘You’re too much…’

She giggled again, before squirting some lube on her fingers.

A lot of lube.

Pete watched her, his eyebrows almost to his hairline. Gwen was so excited her hands were shaking. She slipped a finger back in his ass, preparing him for entry. He watched her with a detached fascination. It wasn’t like he could see what she was doing exactly, but just seeing how hyped she was for what came next made him smile.

She looked up, saw his smile, then pouted. ‘You’re not supposed to be enjoying this so much. At least pretend like you’re scared.’

‘Oh no, my gorgeous girlfriend is going to have her wicked way with me!’ he dryly exclaimed and Gwen just rolled her eyes, grinning wryly at him,

Now adequately lubed, Gwen stood up on the lip of the couch, her dildo in hand. Looking at the imposing toy, Pete marvelled at the knowledge of what was to come.

She held the phallus at his ass and circled his sphincter. ‘Don’t tense,’ she coached him, her voice gentle and soothing. ‘Breathe out, don’t fight it and try and suck it in.’

He didn’t know what she was talking about, but he screwed his eyes shut when she started to slip the hard dildo into him, his breath catching, his ass stinging and his entire body quaking.

‘There you go,’ Gwen praised as she gently eased the entire half of the dildo into him. ‘You’re brave, so brave!’

He opened his eyes and stared at her in an unamused deadpan - he figured it looked utterly ridiculous given his position and situation, and Gwen confirmed his supposition with another amused cackle. She then bit her lip and he tensed and groaned when she swirled the phallus in him.

‘Looks like I’m not the only anal slut,’ she teased as spurts of pleasure rocked through him.

As much as what she was saying was just to tease him, she wasn’t exactly wrong. They’d been leading up to trying this for a while. He’d figured he’d grin and bear it, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and they’d move on.

He didn’t expect to enjoy it.

It was a different kind of pleasure to having his dick stimulated, and maybe he only felt this way because it was Gwen who was doing it and she was still kissing and licking his perineum while gently thrusting the dildo in and out of his tight ass, but his reactions told her he liked this very much.

The look in Gwen’s eyes when she realised the truth of the matter grew excited. ‘You like this, Stud?’ she cooed, pausing to put some more lube before continuing. ‘That’s so hot baby. I know what I want for my birthday. I want you naked, just like this, for all my friends to see and be jealous of me.’

He screwed his eyes shut and groaned at the mental image, earning a delighted giggle from his girlfriend.

He felt the cushion of the couch compress. When he opened his eyes again, Gwen was standing over him and looking down at him with a look of crazed lust in her eyes. She looked like a goddess, her lithe yet muscular form shining with a sheen of sweat, her perky tits dangling and her thick legs tensed as she crouched and sat on his hamstrings.

‘I’m going to fuck you like the little anal slut you are,’ she said, her voice almost panting with need.

His eyes widened, excitement shining in them but she didn’t touch his cock. She chuckled at his look of disappointment when she shifted past it. Slowly, she eased herself onto the other end of the dildo, the hard phallus slipping into her gushing womanhood with ease.

‘You like that?’ she purred, the both of them sharing the sex toy.

Screwing his eyes shut as she swivelled her hips, he groaned. ‘Hm.’

‘What was that?’ she asked, her voice filled with mirth and desire in equal parts.

Seeing no point in lying, he looked up at his domineering slut and nodded. ‘Weird. It stings a bit, but -’ he groaned again when she swivelled her hips and the dildo brushed against something within him. ‘When you do that it feels… good.’

‘Yeah?’ she asked, her smile wide. ‘What about when I do this?’

She punctuated her question by taking out her phone and pressing a button on the screen. Pete’s eyes flew wide, his body shook and he let out an embarrassing squeal when the dildo started to vibrate.

‘Yes, yes, moan for me slut,’ Gwen goaded, looking down at him with such naked desire it was almost tangible. Then, before his wide eyes, she started to bounce. While technically she was jut fucking herself on the hard phallus, the effect in reality was that each time her ass crashed against his hamstrings, she’d drive the sex toy in deeper.

She was fucking him with her fake cock.

Seeing the look of realisation in his eyes, Gwen’s smile widened and she moaned. ‘Yesss, that’s a good slut, let mama fuck your slutty ass.’

As he looked up and watched her glorious, shining body thrusting into him, the vibrating in his ass ramping up in intensity with a swipe of her digit, he couldn’t remember a time his dick was harder. It was crying, desperate for some attention.

‘Touch me?’

‘What was that?’ she huffed, lying through her teeth. She heard him perfectly fine.

‘Please Mistress, touch me, please.’

‘I am touching you,’ she countered, not pausing in her thrusts. ‘Oh! You mean this useless thing?’

Pete screwed his eyes shut again and groaned in both pain and pleasure when she gently slapped him on his inflated, aching balls. He groaned again when she, less gently, slapped his steel-hard shaft.

‘Why would I touch that disgusting, tiny thing? Can’t you hear me in the video? That’s what I sound like when real cocks are fucking me.’

What made her sinful words all the more delicious was that he could hear her. Past-Gwen hadn’t stopped her erotic symphony, alternating between groaning deep and panting with need as her lovers fucked her brains out.

‘You should be thankful that I’m fucking you at all. Now, apologise and thank me for fucking your slutty ass.’

His heart, already working overtime given their exertions over the past hour, could barely take it. Dominant, mistress Gwen was so sexy. Watching her ride his ass while looking down at him with faux content almost had him cumming on the spot.

‘I’m sorry,’ he moaned, as she swivelled her hips again. ‘And thank you mistress for fucking my slutty ass.’

She laughed with delight. When he opened his eyes, they widened into saucers when he saw Gwen aiming her phone down at him, having caught his embarrassing words in perpetuity.

‘What do you think MJ will say when I show her this one?’ she teased.

He didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. He bucked against his restraints, feeling a pretty big orgasm rapidly approaching. He hadn’t cum from anal stimulation alone before, this was a novel experience for both of them.

And if I’m being totally honest, Gwen has never been hotter than when she’s dominating me.

Gwen stopped bouncing and, when he opened his eyes warily, it was to see her face looming before him, her grin positively salacious. ‘What if I showed Doctor Foster?’

She punctuated her question with a squeeze of his nipple, a sexy grin and a swivel of her glorious hips. His orgasm hit him like a slap to the face, but it wasn’t anywhere near what he had been expecting. Bound the way he was, his hard dick was pointed straight at his face - he didn’t doubt that Gwen had been waiting eagerly to try and get him to cum all over himself.

Instead, while his orgasm was particularly powerful, sending waves of blissful, warm sensations shooting through his body, his discharge was… weird. Frothy cum dribbled out of his cock onto his abs, nowhere near the volume of his usual cums.

‘Huh,’ Gwen noted, breaking character. ‘That’s interesting. Did it at least feel good?’

He didn’t answer straight away, he was still bathing in the euphoria of his orgasmic high, Gwen’s voice sounding muffled and too far away to register. When she gently slapped his face to snap him out of it, his vision and mind cleared and he looked up at the grinning Gwen in awe.

‘Guess I’m not the only anal slut in this relationship,’ she teased and his cheeks pinked.

‘Yeah, um, wow.’

He was still a bit hazy, his mind not fully cleared of the cobwebs. Shaking said cobwebs clear, he looked up at her and grinned, the vibrating dildo still in him and going strong, sending violent aftershocks through his spent body. ‘Untie me. I need to return the favour.’

Gwen tilted her head from side to side before shaking her head and grinning.

‘No… I don’t think I will,’ she leered down at him. ‘I quite like this position - I like having you tied up like that even more.’

She rode him like that for a while still, and when his dick hardened again, she grinned and impaled herself on him. Pete bucked and moaned anew, the sensation of having both his ass penetrated and his dick buried deep in his girl just perfection.

‘I’m fucking you at both ends,’ Gwen panted, her hands resting on the back of the couch as she leered over him. She was recording again, but he hardly took note. He locked gazes with her and, seeing her shy smile and pink cheeks, he wondered if his expression showed a little too much of the worshipful thoughts he was having.

She laughed. ‘I think this is my favourite position.’

Pete mirrored her laugh. ‘If that’s the case, I think we need to work more on my flexibility.’

Gwen shut her eyes and groaned, her head flying back. ‘God I love you so much! You don’t even question it! Such a good little slut.’

‘Yes mistress.’

She moaned again at his answer. ‘Such a good little slut, you’re gonna get so rewarded, you don’t even know!’

Unsure what she was referring to - but secretly wondering and hoping it involved MJ - he decided it didn’t sound too bad at all and just rolled with it.

Eventually though, he had to tap out with her safe word. His back was really starting to hurt, and not in a good, sexy kind of way.

After releasing him from the webbing, he lay flat on his back, Gwen draped over his chest and both of their gazes pointed at the TV. Past-Gwen was grinning at the camera, sitting on the couch and spreading her legs wide so MJ had a good angle on her gaping pussy and ass, thick, juicy cum oozes out of both holes.

‘Your hair looks better now, IMO.’

Gwen snort-cackled at the unexpected compliment, sounding utterly bizarre given the situation.

‘I’d ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I think that’s painfully obvious.’

Now it was Pete’s turn to snort. ‘It’s official, you’ve turned me into a slut. An utter deviant.’

Gwen purred, looking up towards his face and kissing his chin. ‘Mmm, my slut.’

He smiled down at her. ‘Always.’

Her cheeks pinked again, finding it utterly adorable how embarrassed she’d get by the sincerity of his feelings.

‘Next time, I’m gonna fuck you properly. I have a harness and everything.’

Pete shivered, surprising himself by how excited he was by the idea.

Just another kink to add to the pile.

‘I think movie night was a success. All kidding aside, how’d you feel about the pegging - it was kind of spur of the moment.’

He tilted his head from side-to-side as he thought about it. ‘A little weird at first, the whole thing was weird. Strange, but the orgasm was strong and, well, seeing you get like that is super hot. I wasn’t joking about the flexibility thing though, I might have pulled something.’

‘Next time?’ she asked hopefully, her eyes shining.

‘Sure,’ Pete said with a shrug. ‘It felt good and you clearly loved it, why wouldn’t we do it again?’

Gwen groaned with arousal and attacked his lips with a passionate kiss. When she pulled back, her breath coming in ragged pants, her eyes were wild with affection and lust. ‘This is why I’ll always be with you and not those living fucksticks in the video.’

‘Because I let you fuck me?’ he joked, trying to hide his embarrassment at the enormity of her words - or rather their implication - but his smile faded when Gwen didn’t mirror it.

‘Because you love me enough to try, and aren’t insecure enough to get all butthurt over it.’

Pete barked out a laugh. ‘Well, I think I’m literally a little butthurt.’

They both collapsed into a fit of childish giggles.

‘Don’t be a baby,’ Gwen chided, her blue eyes twinkling, her adorable grin back in place. ‘Look at the cocks I had in my ass - the dildo is nothing.’

She motioned to the TV where both Mike and Dex were standing around, still naked, their freakishly huge cocks slick with their combined juices and hanging half-hard, and halfway down their powerful thighs.

‘Oh? The dildo is nothing?’ he asked, his eyebrow raised. ‘I couldn’t help but notice that the dildo is bigger than me. I guess I’m less than nothing?’

Gwen bit her lip and he shivered as she started to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. ‘Hmm, now that I’ve had my memory jogged, you are pretty, pathetically small.’

She laughed as he groaned with renewed arousal. The laughter turned into a moan when he slipped a finger inside her.

After a few moments, his cheeks pinked. ‘You’re uh…not going to tell MJ about this, are you? I know you girls talk, but…’

She laughed at his stuttering and no doubt the look on his face.

‘Oh, I will. I’ll show her the pictures and video too,’ she teased. Despite his cock throbbing with arousal, he couldn’t help feeling preemptively mortified.

How am I ever gonna look her in the face again?! There’s no coming back from that.

With another laugh, she patted him on the head. ‘Don’t worry Stud, she won’t say shit. If anything, she’ll be even more jealous of me.’

His eyes widened. ‘What do you mean more?’

Gwen grinned. ‘Why do you think she keeps trying to tease you? I won’t shut-up about how awesome my man is.’ She grinned up at him, a naughty look in her eyes. ‘Trust me, she wants you, and after I show her this? She’ll be rubbing one out over it for a month. At least.’

He flushed at the praise, warmth surging in his chest at her words and the pride with which she spoke about him to others.

‘I love you.’

He didn’t say the magic words often, but when he did, he always meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Gwen’s cheeks pinked and she headbutted him in the chest. ‘I love you,’ she countered, then grinned wickedly, ‘and your little dick too, Slut.’

She cackled when she felt him throb against her. He didn’t know why the derogatory words turned him on so much, but they did and he was beyond questioning it at this point.

‘You know, I bet MJ would love it if she could watch me peg you.’

After having calmed down, he felt his cheeks heating up again at the mental image. His girl was too much.

Then he got a wicked idea.

‘Sure,’ he agreed, and Gwen’s eyes widened in shock and excitement. ‘Only if I get to watch you fuck her with the strap-on first.’

He felt like he just activated her trap card, because Gwen’s look of shock turned into one reminiscent of a certain cat in Wonderland in a heartbeat.

‘Deal.’