Good To The Last Drop update

Elisa’s ecstatic screams finally sent Peter over the edge. He howled as his cum exploded out of him, quickly filling Elisa’s pussy, overflowing to touch her brown thighs with creamy white.

Felicia stroked her clit roughly with two fingers, eager to climax again. She couldn’t believe the intensity of Peter’s ejaculation, her eyes bulging at the river of cum that was flowing out of Elisa’s stuffed pussy. No matter how recently Felicia had been with Spider, she desperately wanted to feel him inside her again, to revel in the pleasure that Elisa was currently getting. She wanted to come until her pussy simply could not take anymore, and at the moment, she was nowhere near that point.

The thought of Peter’s cock inside her, doing to her what it was doing to Elisa, brought her to her peak. She jammed her thumb and forefinger closed on her clit, heightening her pleasure to the point that it hurt as another climax ripped into her.

“I want to be fucked!” Felicia moaned under her breath, her free hand kneading her voluptuous breasts, twisting her nipples roughly, while her cunt shot its delight through every nerve in her body. “I want to feel that big, hard cock splitting me open—God, I was a fool to share him with that fucking cop! Now I’ve got another cum-hungry slut addicted to his cock…”

It wasn’t enough to make her cry, but tears of ecstasy still fell from her eyes as her rapture continued to flow through her. Wiping her face, she stared once more at Peter and Elisa’s coupling. Even if she’d already come—her tender pussy pulsing threatening at the thought of being touched again—she could not walk away. Every moment of their fuck was being seared into her memory and she knew the more she saw, the longer she would go with hot memories to console her on lonely nights. God, she felt like her sex drive was getting a permanent overhaul, watching those two.

“Poor bitch,” she muttered as Elisa’s eyes rolled back in her head, the once-clear-headed cop now all but a toy Peter was masturbating with. “I didn’t like her too much, but no one deserves to be ruined for every cock in the city but one…”

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“OOOOH, GAWD! YOU’RE RIPPING ME APART, SPIDER-MAN! NHHH!”

Peter grinned beneath his mask. This was what he liked to hear. He had no problem with strong, confident women—he wouldn’t even mind if they took a dominant role during sex—that just never seemed to happen to him.

They always ended up begging for more of his big prick inside them, stunned speechless by how his cock filled them to overflowing. It was a little embarrassing, both for himself and on their behalf, how even an experienced partner like Felicia ended up going on and on like some virgin getting her first taste of sex.

Maybe it was a vestige of his traumatic high school days, but he almost thought that they were putting him on, that it was all some big joke that they begged to be used as his cock holster or declared they were his bitch forever. Even sweet, sensitive Gwen didn’t want anything as simple as him telling her he loved her—she wanted him to say she was his favorite cum dumpster.

Honestly, Peter wasn’t sure what kind of bullying tactic it was, letting him come inside them over and over again, even bribing him with blowjobs and anal sex not to wear a condom—offering to show him the birth control methods they were using, even, just so long as he went bareback with them. But after he’d taken a few lovers, he could see how silly it was to think that Mary Jane and Gwen and Felicia and Sue and Elektra and Betsy were all comparing notes, some nefarious conspiracy to make him think he was the best cocksman in New York. It was just an effect he had on women. Oh well. It was nice to be appreciated.

It was even nicer all the different ways these women found to appreciate him. Like how Elisa let out low-throated moans of delight while he pumped into her. “Faster, you bastard! Faster! FUCK ME FASTER!”

Trying to hide how overwhelmed she was by angrily demanding more. Some women got that way, when they thought they were real tough. Peter didn’t mind. It was less repetitive than when they got one taste of his cock and started asking to be bred from then on until he was finished. Betty Brant had done that. Thank God he’d fucked her as Spider-Man—if she knew his cell phone number, he’d never get a break from her.

Peter grunted, the tempo of his thrusting quickening, the sound of their meeting bodies echoing harder off the alley walls. It wasn’t any strain to exert himself more, but the added friction of defying her cunt’s tightness, absorbing even more pleasure than her body was already lavishing on him—Peter had to clench his teeth to accomplish that.

Elisa was straining too, in her own way. Her cunt felt far juicier now, gushing with her liquid arousal. Peter kept going hard and fast into her, feeling small fires start in his balls, grow and heat up and spread the more he pumped himself into Elisa’s sex. Soon, his orgasm was looming over him. If he kept frantically thrusting into her cunt as this pace, he’d come before too long.

Peter didn’t mind that—already Elisa was more than satisfied, able to do little more than breathe as she tried to control herself with him pleasuring her so much. But to be honest, he kind of liked leaving a girl totally insensate, her mind utterly blown by fucking him, the very word ‘sex’ redefined for her. So it was time for an old trick, one of Mary Jane’s favorites. She’d be mad he used it with a stranger, but then, as long as no one castrated him, MJ would never be mad at him for long.

Thwip! Thwip! Peter blanketed the nearest wall with a big splotch of webbing, then picked Elisa up and pinned her against it, the webbing ensuring neither her clothes or bare flesh would be contaminated by the filthy backalley they were in.

I really need to start taking girls to classier joints, I am such a cheap date, Peter thought to himself as he easily bent Elisa double at the waist, her knees pressed into her breasts and her feet dangling over his shoulders. In this position, she was even more vulnerable to his pounding member—something Elisa soon figured out.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!”

“Yeah, guess I’ve been a pretty selfish lover so far, haven’t I?” Peter teased her, providing the punchline by shoving his hips forward. He smashed into Elisa’s wide-open pussy like a battering ram, filling all of her cunt until he could literally go no further, his fat cockhead pressed into narrow confines that refused to budge.

Elisa cried out, painful tears smearing make-up down a face flushed and contorted with pleasure. “YES! YESSS! MORE! I… MORE… FUCK ME!”

Peter obliged, slamming into Elisa’s body with all the power he thought she could take. On every thrust, his stiff cock disappeared into her tight, wet pussy. He felt the searing heat inside her that he knew could only come from orgasm, the woman’s body burning up as she came again and again, his eternally thrusting prick refusing to let her stop orgasming.