Spider-Pets update

Gwen’s lips suckled again. Her tongue coursed over Peter’s shaft, roiling with the pounding arousal that fluttered through it. It all had the feeling of a dream to it; she couldn’t believe what was happening to her or what it was making her feel.

She’d thought that she was no longer a virgin. That when Peter claimed her body, that was it, she was his. Gwen had never expected there was so much more to sex than simply her initiation into it. She’d never done this before—never sucked a hard, throbbing member while another woman did the same to her stiffened clitoris, like the sex was a sensation flowing out from Peter’s pulsing arousal and echoing back to him from the desire Felicia clearly felt, her lips pursed around Gwen’s button.

“Nnngghh!” Gwen moaned around Peter’s potent length.

Her body jerked. Her knees and elbows slid around on the floor. Felicia helped by setting her elbows down outside of Gwen’s legs, pinching them into place. But not too tightly. She left room for Gwen’s cunt to open, and Gwen felt it spread, the fleshy lips pushed apart by Felicia’s nimble tongue.

Warm puffs of breath from Felicia tickled her sensitive inner folds. Her sex convulsed involuntarily; clit throbbing and tingling, freed from its hood by Felicia’s probing, now stiffening out to be greeted by Felicia’s soft, sucking mouth.

Felicia dragged on it with little milking slurps. The tip of her tongue met the end of Gwen’s clit, then traced how its engorgement led back to its hood and the rest of Gwen’s vulva. Her chin nestled to the silken lips of Gwen’s opening, like a man’s cock would tease her before fucking her, and every little motion of Felicia’s jaw did tantalize the blonde.

Gwen gasped and trilled. Her hips twisted and shook within the confines of the bitch-suit like an animal trying to break free of a cage. Her thighs swayed open and closed on Felicia and all the writhing sensations she was putting into Gwen’s pussy.

The pleasure came. Gwen couldn’t stop it. She’d kept herself repressed and subdued what seemed like since birth, but Peter and Felicia were undoing all her inhibitions and making her body burn.

Gwen really couldn’t stop herself from gulping and sucking on the hard cock that impaled her mouth. And she couldn’t help how her labia lips throbbed and fluttered on Felicia’s probing tongue. She felt her inner folds writhe and ripple… untested muscles coming to life… her pussy almost unwillingly squeezing and pulsing all along Felicia’s intruding pleasure.

The feeling of being immersed in Peter and Felicia, a part of their shared passion, grew in Gwen. She sucked on his big, hard cock while Felicia sucked on her throbbing little clitoris. Both man and woman were about to come. The difference would be in the geyser of semen that Peter had to give her. Gwen knew she would come for Felicia just as hard, but she didn’t have the same torrential outpour to give. She couldn’t even scream to signal her ecstasy. Peter’s manhood filled her throat too full.

Gwen gasped and almost tried to hold herself back from joining in, the intensity of the feeling frightened her so. She wanted to block out the electric sensations passing from Peter to Felicia and Felicia to Peter. But she couldn’t. And it made no difference. Felicia and Peter would fuck right through if they had to. All she could do was enjoy it. That’s what made the bitch-suit so wonderful. Her only choice was to put it on and let what happened happen.

“Hnnnugh! GHH!” Peter grunted suddenly, one hand squeezing Gwen’s supple breast, the other holding her down on his throbbing cock by the back of her blonde head.

“Is she hot, baby? Is she giving that cock the suck it deserves?” Felicia cooed, squeezing her thighs together as her own cunt blazed away. “Mmm, you’d better swallow all that sperm, Gwen. Don’t you let a single drop go to waste or your turn is over. You give Master the best blowjob those plump lips have ever given, understand?”

She jammed her face between Gwen’s tight buttocks again, her tongue spearing into Gwen’s opening, licking and jabbing and wiggling, fucking Gwen’s cunt as it had never been fucked before.

No! Gwen gaped in disbelief. This can’t be happening! I’m not this much of a slut—I can’t be coming so soon!

But that’s what was happening to her. She hadn’t come like this before, but it wasn’t so different from her past sessions with Peter that she didn’t know what her breathless rise was leading to, what shuddering peak waited for her.

Her tits heaved with each pumping breath, one swaying unbound, the other filling Peter’s cupping hand. Blood pounded through her body, burning up every bit of flesh it ran through, making every inch of her skin tingle in symphony with the throbbing in Peter’s dick that told Gwen how much he was enjoying her mouth.

It bucked and swelled, engorged with blood, spreading her lips further open, pressing into the back of her throat and holding down the length of her tongue.

Without Felicia even needing to touch it, Gwen felt her womanhood part, quiver, and squeeze tightly in on Felicia’s warm, satiny tongue when it penetrated inside her. Gwen’s knees trembled and pressed in on Felicia’s body, its curvaceous figure holding them apart. She felt the tip of Felicia’s tongue urge her to tip her hips upward, opening up her sex to even more licking.

Then it was too late for second thoughts. Everything was towering waves of feeling. They crashed through Gwen, shaking her body, tossing it back and forth like a dam had finally given way and everything it had held back was now released.

“Nnnnn!” Gwen hissed tightly from the back of her throat.

“Yeah! Fuck yes!” Peter cried. “Suck! God, yes, suck it all! Drink me! Swallow every drop, you hot little bitch! Here it is! AAAGHH!”

Through the dizziness of her swirling lust, Gwen felt his cock jerking rapidly, the cockhead swelling at the entrance to her gullet, a pulse pressing out the sides of his erection as cum pumped down his length.

Then she gulped and swallowed and tasted—that was all she could do, everything she was capable of. His seed boiled its way out of his big cock, sliding and splashing down her throat until it was heating her stomach.

Her lips wrapped around his girth, tightening greedily, while her throat swallowed instinctively, unconsciously, a reflex instilled in her by the demands of Peter’s cock. But her tongue moved with pure lasciviousness, Gwen enjoying herself as it lapped heatedly at Peter’s spurting member, milking and massaging, keeping up the flow from his bloated balls until they were entirely empty.

It took moment after moment. Gwen shuddered, swallowed, shuddered, swallowed, unable to believe how much there was. Her memory was foggy then, but she could remember seeing people have sex, performing sexual acts herself… and then was nothing in her recollections like this. And she’d certainly never felt this way. If she had… oh… if she’d only known…

Her womanhood quaked and convulsed, surrounding Felicia’s thrusting tongue but totally dominated by it. Every single one of her inner muscles shuddered. Her wetness leaked from her, swiped away by Felicia’s tongue, in an abundance she never would have thought possible.

Gwen even felt her asshole puckering, as if it longed to be fucked too. The idea made her mewl. She wrenched her head to the side and Peter’s cock came out of her mouth, dripping with cum and wet saliva that covered her lips on the way out.

“Oh God!” she cried aloud, feeling the mixture trickle warmly to the point of her chin. “So much! There’s so much!”

Gwen moaned in time with the orgasmic pulses still thundering inside her. Her body still tingled all over; she shuddered as the final throbs from her cunt sped through her. Her sex was wet with a shameful amount of her nectar, the folds of her womanhood reddened and swollen from how hard she’d come.

She felt devastated by the intensity of what she’d felt. She’d done it. She’d found the ultimate release. She had sucked Peter’s massive cock and swallowed its boiling ejaculation like a starving woman. She’d enjoyed Felicia’s tongue inside her pussy, loving the feel of it everywhere it touched. And she’d been marked by Peter’s cum like a brand on a steer.

“Good God, my cock’s still shaking,” Peter groaned, his head back, his hand wrapped around his phallus. “Nothing makes you want more quite like getting everything you want. Don’t worry, Gwen. You’ve been enough of a whore for one day. I’ll take care of seconds myself.”

He stepped clear of Gwen, his mouth set in a grimace, his cock jutting out red and angry. He stroked it, trying to ease the fiery need that still pulsated in it, making it feel like it was still on the precipice of ejaculation, like he hadn’t come at all.

Peter didn’t pay any attention to Gwen. He didn’t see her lick her white-branded lips and gag before forcing herself to swallow. He didn’t hear her moan in recrimination, then moan again as another orgasmic throb went through her. There was nothing that mattered to him except the flaming length he had his hand wrapped around.

“Put it on me,” Felicia whispered.

Peter’s eyes shot over to her. “Put it on you?”

Felicia nodded. “Put your cum on my face. I want to feel it all over me.”

“That’s what you want from me? Just to use you as a cum dumpster? Jerk off right on your face?”

“Mmm, I always want you to use me,” she purred, wiggling her hips, trying to draw his eyes to her. It killed her not being able to see whether he was paying enough attention to her or not. “Come on, Spider. You know I’m your bitch. Treat me like it.”

Still stroking his cock, Peter faced her. He even pushed in on her, bringing his balls against her face, brushing them against the cool lace of her blindfold and letting her feel their pounding heat so very close to her flesh… to her sense of taste. Felicia reared up, pushing her breasts out, nipples straining with hardness. Her lips were swollen and parted as she sensed the closeness of his erection; her breath panted out of her.

“Give your kitty a hot shower, Master! Give my tits some nice, hot cum!”

“Are you sure that’s where you want it?” Peter teased.

“I’m very sure,” Felicia cooed up to him. “I know you have so much to give… and my sweet tits have enough space for you to absolutely cover them with cum!”

“And if it gets in your face?” Peter insisted, further tantalizing her as he sped up the strokes of his hand.

“I might just come,” Felicia moaned. “Please, Peter, Master, come on my tits!”

Peter stopped stroking and squeezed his prick at the base, shoving his hips forward. Felicia backed up to give him room, but quickly stilled herself. She didn’t want to be a moving target. She rose up onto her knees like a dog standing on its hind legs, her captive arms spread wide so as not to bar the way.

When Peter started to come, it doused her rigid nipples with white-hot seed like a cup had been upended. Felicia moaned softly, eyes shut under her blindfold to better feel the cum running over her sloping breasts. She leaned her head down and licked out with her tongue. She wasn’t trying to lap his cum up, though she did want to taste it. She was trying to rub the semen into her flesh as much as get it in her mouth.

“It’s so warm!” she mewled happily. “Ooooh, let me have more, Spider! I want so much you can’t even see my skin under it!”

His deluge came out in a wild, hot rush, splashing over Felicia’s decadently rounded tits. The spray was so hard, it made the plump flesh sway and bounce. Felicia gasped, shock at the pleasure she felt from having Peter spurt onto her breasts.

She’d thought it would be only one more way she could show him her submission. She hadn’t counted on being so submissive that the very sensation of being dominated felt good to her. She threw her head back and thrust her chest out, arching them into the burning glaze Peter’s ejaculation gave them.

Peter waved his cock about, spreading his eruption all over Felicia’s chest. Her eyes flew open as more dollops of his hot seed rolled across her sensitive areolas, then they slitted in smoldering desire as the cum dripped from her plush mounds.

“Oh God, you’ve got my pussy tingling so hard!” she let out in panting excitement. “Please don’t stop! Give me some more? Just a little more? Don’t stop coming! It feels so good having you pump your cum out right onto your naughty little whore! My cunt’s so wet and hot, being your cum-slut! I think I’m gonna go off just from having your sperm all over me!”

Try as she might to be a good girl, hearing Felicia go off like that made Gwen turn her head toward the direction of the sound. The blindfold was still over her eyes, but the way Peter had slammed his cock into her mouth had shifted it to the point there was only thin fabric covering her left eye. She could see through it—not clearly, but enough to make out what was happening.

What she saw made her heart quiver and her shameless cunt twitch like it hadn’t already been satisfied.

But what she really stared at through the thin spot in the blindfold, wasn’t the sight of Felicia covered in cum, but Peter’s bucking cock, still as large and as hard as it had felt in Gwen’s mouth. It shocked her how big it was. She wondered if she’d truly taken that massive thing or if maybe it had been bigger, that now it had diminished from coming all over Felicia.

She’d sucked that monster. She’d swallowed the load it had spurted. And she saw exactly what she had swallowed, foaming on Felicia’s enormous breasts. Suddenly Gwen wanted to bury her face in those tits and feel Peter’s seed wash all over her.

The thought was illicitly thrilling, but it made revulsion at her own lust sweep through Gwen. She wanted to gag. She felt her throat constrict. She even tilted her head down. But her body caught and then she shuddered instead, shaking all over, her sex squeezing and sucking as if Peter had just entered her. Tingles electrified her body, touching all through her, going all the way to her fingernails and the tips of her swollen breasts.

Gwen’s breathing hitched and a long, low moan fell from her lips. She couldn’t have possibly come—not when part of her was so disgusted. And yet her cunt felt positively orgasmic, warm and lush and wet and satiny. Its sedate heat settled into her belly. It was shameless, it was foul, but despite her misgivings, Gwen couldn’t deny her need. There was a reason she’d ended up in this harem of Peter’s, even if she was far more of a good girl than Felicia and Mary Jane. For now, at least.