Symbiote Blues update

Peter released Felicia, pulling her away from Gwen’s ass, and she honestly seemed reluctant to go. He brought her around the coffee table, seating her in front of Gwen with her legs on either side of Gwen’s shoulders. He webbed her ankles down, her legs stretched out, her cunt presented to Gwen’s mouth just as Gwen’s ass had been presented to her. 

Gwen immediately started eating Felicia out. Peter laughed at just how eager she was. Her pink little tongue was swirling in Felicia’s white pubic hair, making the Black Cat’s wetly gleaming cunt even brighter with her saliva. Felicia purred and grinded her hips into Gwen’s bobbing head, the two of them both enjoying the friction.

“You like that pussy, Gwen?” Peter asked, standing over the pair.

“MMMMM!” Gwen moaned into Felicia’s sex.

“Tonguefuck me, Gwen!” Felicia gasped, seemingly out of her mind with lust. “Nnnh! Eat my pussy… my hot… hot cunt!”

“You tell her, Cat,” Peter chuckled, picking up the belt once more. He gave Gwen’s well-rounded ass a few lashes now that Felicia was done with it, leaving it streaked with red welts. The loud smacks of the belt against her supple flesh made Gwen even more frantic in sucking Felicia, as if it alleviated the pain burning where Peter’s belt had landed. Her tongue ran deeply into Felicia’s folds, finding the exquisite taste of the thief’s arousal and knowing it was born of her own pain.

“Have I ever mentioned what beautiful tits you have?” Peter asked Felicia, panting slightly as he openly ogled them. “But I think I can make then even prettier…”

Felicia’s eyes were rolling back in her head. At that moment, in her unbearable need and ecstasy, having to come so bad that she would’ve sold her soul for it, Felicia didn’t care what Peter did. She was his to do with as he pleased, just so long as she had her orgasm.

The belt came down across her breasts, stinging the erect nipples with a heated bite. Felicia gasped with the first lash. With the second, she screamed. Her hips twisted furiously around Gwen’s devouring mouth, grinding her cunt on Gwen’s tongue. The pain seared her tits, but Peter only stopped lashing them to whip Gwen’s sweet little ass. He whipped it, then Felicia’s breasts, back and forth. The more he whipped them, the harder Gwen licked at Felicia, and the more Felicia enjoyed it.

“Ooooo! Almost there!” Felicia mewled. “Whip her ass, Spider! Show her it’s yours, just like I am! Just like I’m fucking yours!”

Peter brutally dominated Gwen, cracking the belt from the valley between her buttocks to the very sides of her hips. He was showing her that he could make her feel anything he liked, from excruciating pain to blissful pleasure, and not only couldn’t she stop him, but she couldn’t even stop herself from enjoying it. 

Gwen felt the fiery pain shoot through her sex as the end of the belt curled against her womanhood, unbearable, yet arousing her with the certain knowledge that she was Peter’s. How could she not be if he could do all this to her? And if she was Peter’s, and Peter wanted her to get Felicia off—

The harder Peter beat her ass, the more eagerly Gwen performed for Felicia. She found herself aroused for Felicia in a way no woman had ever even remotely interested her before. She wanted to bring Felicia to a boiling orgasm and she wanted it right in her mouth.

“My tits!” Felicia moaned. “Don’t forget my tits, don’t stop hitting my fucking tits! Oh, Spider, punish my fucking tits! Make your kitty’s tits hurt, baby! Ooooh—I want you to use me—show Gwen what a good bitch I am… show her how much fun it is to be your—your—“

Peter slashed at her ample cleavage with the belt, and she writhed in pain as her breasts were marked with welts, as if being branded his property. His cock stood straight up from his groin, its hardness wobbling along the equally firm muscles of his abs. His balls hung down, throbbing with fresh cum for whichever one of them he deemed more deserving, and Felicia gazed at them through ecstatic tears. She wanted to have his cock in her mouth. She wanted it so deep that she couldn’t breathe. She wanted him to deem her mouth worthy of being his cum dumpster, the way he had Gwen’s. She was out of her mind with pain, let alone pleasure, and she didn’t know which she wanted more of. Both. Neither. As long as it was what he decided.

Peter cared what Felicia wanted even less than Felicia did. He was interested in lashing her tits and Gwen’s hot ass. He beat them in turn, rolling his free hand over his shaft to make it burgeon with power as he danced the belt from Gwen’s body to Felicia’s. 

“Please!” Gwen sobbed suddenly. “Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! I… I can’t wait any longer! I want it in the ass…” She stuck her ass up in the air, wiggling it for both Peter and Felicia’s pleased eyes. Her hips jerked up and down as if it were already being fucked. “Put it in there. Fuck it. Come in it. You’ll be the first, Peter. The first and only. My ass will be yours forever.”

“Will be?” Peter asked. His voice was husky, filled with hunger as he stared at both Gwen’s firm round ass and the handiwork his belt had left on it—a belt he now dropped. “I think it’s mine already. Maybe I should remind you just who’s property it is. Who’s on top and who’s on bottom…”

His cock stuck straight out from his loins, long and trembling with hardness. Gwen braced herself, clenching her fists on what little off the coffee table she could grab, waiting for him to make her tight asshole his… no, waiting for him to prove her ass was his just like the rest of her body was.

His engorged cockhead pressed against her anus, wet and slick and slimy, well-lubricated. He pushed it back and forth, teasing the tightness of her hole, but didn’t truly skewer her. Both the pain and the pleasure of that remained frustratingly vague for Gwen.

“Fuck it!” Gwen said, halfway signaling her throwing caution to the wind and halfway simply asking to have her biological need met. “Give it to me! Just ram it inside me! I want it in the ass! I want my ass to be yours… just like the rest of me is! Just like Felicia is! Just like that goddamn giant cock is!”

She pushed back against him, trying to impale herself on his member, and Peter obligingly held still to let her try. He was simply too thick, though. His prick went in an inch, pulsing and throbbing inside her sphincter, his mere glans spreading her cheeks apart.

Then Peter laid his hands on her hips, gently, his mere touching signaling her to be still. Gwen did, trying to prepare herself. He had decided it was time; she had that little warning. Suddenly, he gripped her, holding her steady, and lunged into her. His cock plunged all the way into her ass. The force of his entry felt like it was expanding her, forcing her open to get to pleasures that should’ve stayed buried inside her. But the feel of having him so deeply embedded in her took precedence over the pain. She rolled her ass up and down, milking his cock with her own impalement.

“Nnnnh… fuck me… fuck my ass… it feels so good having you fuck my ass… give me more…”

His cock drove in and out of her anus, rocking her back and forth with each thrust. Gwen felt Felicia’s hand reaching down to her jiggling breasts, feeling how they shook as Peter fucked her. Felicia’s other hand slid between Gwen’s legs and fingered her—Gwen didn’t know if Felicia was trying to pleasure her or just feel Peter’s cock inside her rectum. Her juices flowed freely; Gwen could hear them squishing around Felicia’s pumping fingers.

“I’m gonna come,” Peter husked out. “You’ve got such a tight ass… ahhh… it’s gonna get my cum!”

“Do it, do it!” Gwen whimpered. “Come in my ass!”

Felicia must’ve approved; Gwen could feel her fingers going deeper and deeper, rubbing against Peter’s cock where the pleasure was building inside her stuffed ass.

“I told you!” Peter grunted. “All your holes! Every last one!”

“They’re all yours! I’m all yours! Just please let me have some of your cum!”

“Let her feel it splashing in her ass,” Felicia cooed, grinning ghoulishly. Through the membrane separating Gwen’s groin from her rectum, Felicia was sure she’d be able to feel Peter coming. It was one kind of ejaculation she’d never tried before. She’d never been willing to share someone like Peter before. But now she wasn’t sharing. Peter was sharing her.

Peter roared, his cock all the way inside Gwen’s ass. Its knob quivered and then shot a jet of hot cum. Gwen trilled with pleasure as her whole world became the spurting prick deep in her bowels. She closed her legs tight around Felicia’s hand as her pussy filled with cream, flooding the cat burglar’s fingers. Over and over again it filled Felicia’s palm, the warm gushes making Gwen go cross-eyed.

After that, Peter freed her. He rolled her over onto her back. He took his dripping cock and rubbed it against Gwen’s belly. Then he left her to sleep it off, like she’d gone on a bender, and perhaps she had.

For her part, Gwen laid in the middle of the room, naked and fucked, looking dreamily at Peter’s name written on her stomach in the dregs of the cum he had gifted her with. She knew what it meant. And she couldn’t wait for them to prove it once more.