Brides of Spider-Man update (Patreon)

She crouched on the wall sideways, keeping her lips clamped around his cockhead and wiggling her ass with an eager anticipation of what he would do to her.

With her up on the wall, Peter easily reached around to her lower body. He stretched his hand under her skirt and felt her cunt, while Cindy squeezed his manhood with her lips. Her thighs trembled, feeling his fingers stroking along her wet sex, over and into it. She loved being fingered almost as much as she did being eaten out—though there was no substitute for having a stiff prick like Peter’s going into her, filling her cunt the way it now filled her mouth.

Cindy relished every delicious moment, rocking her body against Peter’s penetrating finger, running her tongue over his swollen glans. This was the first day of the rest of their lives and she wanted it to last forever.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” Peter rasped, pumping his hips, plunging his stiffened finger just as deep into Cindy’s wet pussy. “Suck me harder—give me a reason to keep finger-fucking your cunt.”

Cindy took more of his thick cock between her lips and sucked, her tongue laving across the underside of his shaft. She put a hand on his leaden balls, fondling them, running her fingernails over the hairy flesh. There was an answering plume of precum in her sucking at his pulsating member.

Cindy moaned at the taste, sweeping her hips in fast circles. Her body thrilled to the intensifying sensations inside her, Peter’s finger doing magic in the depths of her tender pussy. Her inner folds danced, tingled, singing with their extreme arousal. Cindy knew she was on the verge of the kind of major climax that only Peter could give her. The only thing that could make it better was his cum in her mouth.

Hungry, starving, Cindy swished her tongue over Peter’s throbbing cock, easing her clenched lips to pump her mouth over his sturdy length. She dug her fingers into his testes, delighting at how they beat and writhed with the hot cum inside.

“Mmm, you were right about us,” Peter cooed, letting his finger slide from Cindy’s clutching pussy to grope her supple ass instead. “My cock feels like it belongs in that mouth.”

“I keep telling you, we’re a perfect fit,” Cindy teased him, kissing away at his cock.

Cindy had always liked sucking cock, but she especially loved Peter’s. It made her feel like a pure woman, knowing she could make his prick stick up tall and hard, then make him cry out with joy using just her soft lips. It filled her with pride, knowing how good Peter was feeling thanks to her.

Cindy felt Peter’s gaze run appreciatively over her lush ass. More pride swelled inside her. She loved showing herself off to him—now she got to do it for the first time, all over again. Cindy remembered how good it had been the other first time; God, she needed his stiff cock inside her even more than she’d needed it then. Now she knew how good it was…

Cindy made herself be patient. One of the many things Peter had taught her… the first time around… was how good it could be when, because, they let the anticipation build. She went back to pleasing Peter with her lips, gulping most of his length into her mouth. Her hands reached behind him and clutched his buttocks, squeezing the firm muscle. Peter’s manhood pulsed deliciously in her sucking mouth.

Feeling Cindy sucking harder, forcing more of his cock down her throat, Peter thrust two fingers in her pussy. Cindy went wild, smiling around his cock as she writhed around his fingers. She was in heaven with his fingers plunged deep into her cunt.

Cindy sucked more and more of him down her throat while her pussy went liquid, trickling her juices into his hand. She moved her mouth eagerly over his prick and humped her ass to get as much friction as possible on the fingers he’d fucked her with.

Grunting and gasping in savage ecstasy, Peter pushed his fingers inside of Cindy’s pussy until he was in her to his palm. Then he twisted them in wide circles, massaging Cindy’s sensitive folds. As she was becoming used to the feel of the sensations this gave her, purring with enjoyment. he began crooking his fingers instead. His fingertips stroked along the length of Cindy’s shuddering passage, teasing even more of her excited sex.

Passion exploded through Cindy. Her cream rolled over his fingers; she moaned on a mouthful of cock. Her eyes rolled back, long dark hair flying wantonly around her. She squealed and gargled, never once taking her mouth off Peter’s surging cock.

Her actions were getting to Peter, making him buck his hips hard to force more of his stiffened prick into Cindy’s open lips. Soon his cockhead hit the back of her throat with a forcefulness that took Cindy’s breath away. But it didn’t diminish her arousal. Cindy felt hotter than ever as Peter’s lust for her increased, demanding more of her. She reeled with delight, her gag reflex submitting to him, Cindy forcing it down to service Peter. As much as he wanted of her, she would give to him.

When she squeezed his balls and felt how tight they were, Cindy realized Peter was on the verge of climax. There was nothing she liked better than a spurting cock right in her parched mouth. Except maybe a belly bulging with cum.

“Don’t stop now!” Peter hissed. “Keep sucking, Cindy! I’m about to really make you swallow!”

Cindy contorted her body carefully, trying her damnedest not to do anything to stop Peter from fingering her seething pussy. She wanted to see his handsome face, see his pleasure, as she got all the hot cum his balls had to give. She loved seeing his expression contort with his lustful release and knowing she’d caused it, that she owned his ecstasy from the look on his face to the taste of cum filling her mouth.

But even as she watched Peter’s face, the feeling of his fingers stroking through her tender little pussy made Cindy swoon with her own rapture. She willed her nerves to feel more, to soak up even more of what Peter was doing to her and speed her on her way to the climax she felt building inside her. Cindy wanted to come with Peter, start off their newfound relationship with a mutually satisfying climax. She knew she would come for him like she always did; now she needed to make him orgasm too.

Seconds later the muscles of Peter’s stomach bunched, his hips rolling in instinctive motion. Cindy was ready. Her own body was humming, pussy convulsing around his deeply buried fingers. His prick leapt inside the pressure of her mouth. Then, after an agonizingly long instant, his hot seed flew into Cindy’s throat.

As if waiting for that, Cindy’s body was rocked by a violently sweet climax. She stopped sucking on Peter’s cock and just let it pump into her already stuffed mouth, enjoying the wonderful passion that raged through her body. His cum slopped down her chin, painting its way over her neck and cleavage, testament to how successfully Cindy had pleased him.

Her throat automatically contracted, swallowing, and with the rush of hot cum down her gullet, Cindy realized that she was letting her delicious reward go to waste. She capped Peter’s knob with her slender lips and began to gently suck once more. Peter surrendered to her in excess, reacting to every coaxing pull of her mouth with a burst of thick jism. Cindy eagerly swallowed it down, the warmth barraging her stomach and pervading down into her sex. It made Cindy’s lingering ecstasy flare up, her enjoyment holding onto her—taut and firm in its grip.

Peter’s powerful body went limp; he sagged in joyful completion. The tension animating his body left him with his release. But Cindy kept her lips wrapped around his cockhead, wanting every last drop of his cum. She savored its warmth and taste, attuning her ears to the moans of pure satisfaction from deep in Peter’s throat. Only when her hungry mouth had gotten all the cum she could get did she slowly take her lips off his cockhead and smile whitely up at Peter.

“Still tastes as good as ever,” she told him, licking her lips with a final, audible smack. “You hungry for me too?”

Peter forced his head to shake. “No—I can’t—not right now. I’ve got to check on the city… make sure everyone’s okay.”

“I’ll go with you!” Cindy offered eagerly. She knew his lust would return sooner or later. She wanted to be on hand when it did.

But Peter could see, with less anticipation, what Cindy wanted for them. “No. We should split up for now. Cover more ground, help more people…”

Cindy’s brow furrowed. “But we’re good, right? You want to get together later… do that some more… we’re made for each other, you know? The only person I wanted to see when the world reset was you…”

“We’ll see each other when things calm down,” Peter assured her. “But right now, we have to think of others. If we were as close as you say, then you’ll know why it has to be that way.”

Reluctantly, Cindy nodded. “The moment things calm down, find me. I’ll be looking for you. I want you again. I haven’t had you in my pussy yet. I can’t really come unless I’m feeling you inside me.”

Peter coughed and shook his head. “In the future… we ever do anything but bang?”

“No,” Cindy said plainly. She smiled: “You love it.”

“I’ll bet,” Peter replied. “Then—until then.”

“Until then,” Cindy agreed, feeling a pulse of heat inside her.

As much as it hurt to be apart from Peter, she knew that with their relationship refired, it was only a matter of time until she was satisfied. In fact, she would never go unsatisfied again—only have to wait a time. So even with Peter leaving, she was a damned sight closer to getting what she wanted than she had been before the world ended.

Cindy would have to stop thinking of it that way too. Her world hadn’t ended. It had just had a new beginning.

***

Peter always talked about the Parker Luck. Now, Felicia guessed he’d been inside her often enough that she’d gotten it as well. Because this was some bullshit luck.

She’d finally had it made. Ever since Peter had gotten his symbiote, he’d gotten far more flexible. He’d become her partner in crime, wanting to live in the lap of luxury with her, and helping her take the things she needed to maintain herself in the style she was accustomed to. As long as they only took from the rich and powerful, and only hurt the evildoers of the world, Peter completely supported her lifestyle.

They were like Bonnie and Clyde, only they’d written themselves a happy ending. Felicia had even retired her old costume to dress in a black spider-suit like his. She had no need to show herself off anymore. Peter was the only one she was trying to seduce and he was thoroughly ensnared.

And now the world was ending. But Peter and Felicia both agreed it should end with a bang, not a whimper.

He fucked her in short, choppy strokes, not bothering with his usual patience, his savoring of her supple body, but only taking what was his. Felicia realized that the apocalypse had added a note of desperation to their usual performance. Peter was too aroused to last very long. She tried to cajole him into slowing, but he was already breathing heavily, driving his prick into her faster and faster in the build-up to orgasm. It was almost painful, but usually by now Felicia was at the point where his unrestrained strength could only add to her pleasure. Not this time.

“Not yet, Spider!” she pleaded. “Not yet! I’m not ready!”

But his member was already swelling in her cunt. Felicia felt the first hot spill of his cum inside her. This wasn’t right. She needed to have her itch scratched as the story ended, but Peter was only settling his.

“Cat,” he moaned softly. “You’ve always had such good pussy for me—such a nice, hot pussy…”

He kept fucking her, kept pumping into her, but the light was getting brighter. Felicia knew the end was there, the train leaving the station without her. She was ending her journey a thief—she knew there had to be something more and she wanted it, hungered for it. In whatever brave new world she ended up in, she needed Peter Parker to finish her off!