Dark of the Throat

“What do you want, love?” Carly Spencer asked, standing over Peter as he laid in the grass, not wearing any more than she did. “Anything you want, you get.”

Peter Parker’s hands were behind his head, the most comfortable pillow he could think of. “Right now, I just want to rest.”

He looked up at Carly, wondering how she could be so damn tall and yet have every inch of her be perfect, from her wonderfully proportioned breasts to the legs that tapered down to the ground with impossible slenderness. 

She knelt down, reaching out to rub at the bulge of his cock, like it hadn’t done enough for her yet. “Are you sure?” she teased. “Are you really sure? Birds like me don’t make this kind of offer all the time.”

“Maybe not,” he replied. “But how many times do you think I can fuck you? We’ve done it five times already.”

“So what’s five more?” Carly insisted, squeezing on his half-hard cock through his boxers. “I know I can make you come again, Peter. I can get you hard and I can make you come all over again.”

Peter continued to relax, sprawled out in the grass, but he looked at Carly with interest. “That’d be a neat trick.”

“You have no idea.”

She kissed his stomach, momentarily pushing her wet tongue into his navel, licking and running her lips over the lines of his abs as her hands stroked his cock, fondled his balls. She pulled the waist of his boxers down until she could see his pubic hairs, which she also kissed. Peter was breathing faster. She looked up at him as her tongue rolled over the wiry hairs, eyes hooded with need.

Then she slunk down below his boxers and kissed his thighs. They were taut and muscular, but she found a little skin to suck into her mouth and nibble at. Working the flat surface of her tongue up the leg of his boxers, she licked along his sensitive inner thighs, finally pulling his boxers down altogether to expose his manhood to her curious eyes.

“You like this, Peter?” she whispered from where she was huddled between his legs. “Does it make you feel good? Do you like my tongue here… or here?”

Peter groaned, his hips rolling to the tiniest flick of Carly’s tongue. “I don’t think it matters where you put it. It all feels good…”

“It tastes good too,” Carly said with a low moan. Pulling his boxers down all the way, she licked above them, from one thigh to the other, tracing her nose across his balls. Then she kissed the engorged testes themselves. Her tongue licked under his scrotum, bouncing his balls playfully as she peered up at his aroused cock, watching it grow and grow until it was looming over her. Tastes so good, she thought to herself.

Carly ran her tongue along the ridge of his sack until she was at the base of his prick. She could taste herself, her own wetness lingering there from when he’d hilted her, and the sharp memory made her pussy twitch like he was fucking her all over again, coming in her all over again. She slid her tongue up his length and swirled it around his knob, then brought her tongue back into her mouth to suck Peter’s musk off of it while she held Peter’s hips, squeezing his naked flesh and all the fine muscles that were just under the soft skin. 

“You going to suck my cock?” Peter asked her in a husky voice.

“If you want me to,” she replied hotly. “Like I said—I’ll do anything you want me to.”

“I want you to,” Peter told her, his excitement growing, throbbing in his erection.

She licked his cock again, feeling it firm even more against her tongue, and moved her tongue as slowly as she could along the underside of his erection to enjoy his growing arousal as it turned his manhood into a tower. She left it trembling in the air to go back to his balls, sucking on each with her hot, wet mouth. Drops of precum ran down his erection. Carly could smell the strong, bittersweet scent almost on her tongue as it spilled down into Peter’s lap.

Leaving Peter’s balls swollen, she moved her mouth to his cockhead. She lapped at the smooth end of his prick, watching Peter’s face contort with need. His face was absolutely stricken as she pushed her lips lower and lower on his tip, until they parted and let in the glans of his engorged cockhead. Peter groaned, feeling wet heat suddenly all around his cock.

Her eyes watching every flicking expression on his face, Carly traveled down the length of his erection, lips stretching around his member, feeling the same tingling burn that Peter was. She took more and more of Peter’s cock, though it made her gag, made her barely breathe, until she finally had it all, the knob probing her gullet and her lips tightening at the base.

Carly tried to take Peter deeper into her throat, but she gagged—not out of distaste, but simply because her gullet wasn’t built to be invaded by such a huge object. She recovered and sucked even harder. His cockhead stretched out her tight throat, going further and further, until all of her neck felt wrapped around his swollen manhood. Her cunt clenched so tight the pressure almost became an orgasm. She pulled back until she was holding his knob in her lips, waving her tongue over his glans, and Peter shook in rapture. His cock grew even harder and bigger at the end of her fluttering tongue.

Sliding her hands under Peter’s body, she cupped his ass, cajoling him to slide up and feed himself in and out of Carly’s throat. She gurgled in lewd ecstasy as his thrusts bobbed her head on his erection. Her hair swirled softly as her throat was fucked, but her eyes never left Peter. She held on with her lips, wanting to savor the taste of his hot prick crammed into her mouth. She stretched out, the grass tickling her pussy, her bare ass warmed by the sun as she sucked, licked, soft moans spilling up from where she was impaled on Peter’s groin.

“Mmmm,” she murmured with what little sound she could produce when her throat was filled by Peter’s erection. “Ahhh… mmnn…”

“Oh! Oooh!” Peter gasped.

Carly’s mouth burned with need, desperate for cum to smother all her lust as she sucked away on Peter. She loved the hardness of his erection straining her lips and throbbing at her tongue. Whatever teasing she’d once done was over now. In her hunger, her mouth raced up and down Peter’s cock, wanting to have his sweet cum burn its way down to her stomach even more than she wanted to hold Peter in her mouth. She sucked hard, her fingers digging into the firm muscle of his toned ass.

Peter groaned, feeling almost as much heated pressure as Carly was feeling need. He was about to come. Carly knew from the powerful throbs reverberating through her stuffed mouth. She’d felt those pulses in her cunt right before he creampied her. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the end of his cock and his first spurt of cum exploded from him.

Carly moaned with sheer delight, her eyes glazing over as his thick, creamy seed coated her mouth and filled her throat. She swallowed quickly, as much as she could, then lapped her tongue at his gushing cockhead, trying to get more out even as she desperately gulped down what he was already feeding her, so rapidly that her cheeks sucked inward. Carly gurgled happily as he filled her greedy mouth again and again with his cum. It had been so long since she’d sucked a really big cock, since she’d had a man come so much and in her mouth too. She swore she’d never go without a big dick and a bellyful of cum again. Her pussy grew wet, as if Peter were flooding it instead of her mouth.

When Peter was finished coming in her mouth, Carly was reluctant to let go of his empty cock. She lay wrapped around his leg for a long time, keeping his beautiful prick in her mouth like it belonged there.

Four to go, she thought.