Symbiote Blues update

“Open your legs, Cat. Show Gwen your hot pussy.”

Felicia obeyed, squatting down to open her knees. Gwen found herself staring at the pink lips of Felicia’s sex. They were all wet.

Peter went to Felicia. Somehow, he was able to shoot webs from his hands—like Spider-Man—as he bound Felicia’s wrists together, then wrapped another length of webbing around Felicia’s neck. He attached it to the bindings on Felicia’s hands, pulling the knot tight until Felicia’s hands were lifted painfully toward her shoulders. If she tried to lower them, the webbing around her neck would choke her. 

Leaving Felicia standing there, Peter pulled at the bindings holding Gwen’s legs. By forcing her thighs down, he brought her groin into prominence, lifting it up vulnerably for Felicia to see.

“See this pussy, Cat?” Peter asked, rubbing Gwen’s sex with his hand. “Look how pretty it is. It tastes as sweet as candy. I know, I’ve tried it. She gets so hot and juicy when she’s turned on. I bet you’d love to eat her pussy, wouldn’t you, Cat?”

“Oh yes, Spider,” Felicia whimpered. 

Gwen moaned, ashamed not just of her helpless exposure, but at what Peter was making them do.

Peter’s hand was damp from Gwen’s juicy pussy as he walked to Felicia. Gwen couldn’t believe it when he smeared his palm across Felicia’s lips. Then he drew back his other hand and slapped Felicia’s abundant breasts. 

“I know it tastes better than that,” he said. “Be a good kitty and lick that sweet Gwen Stacy off my fucking hand.”

Felicia moaned in pain, but thrust her tongue into Peter’s wet palm, licking hungrily at it. Her body was quivering, and it seemed very much like it was in enjoyment.

“Now, wouldn’t you say that Gwen here tastes like candy?” Peter asked.

“Oh yes,” Felicia replied, her lips glistening wetly. “Just like sugar.”

“And you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, Spider.”

Peter gripped Felicia’s upper arm, squeezing it harshly. “Then why don’t you have some more, Cat?”

Silent tears of shame were rolling down Gwen’s cheeks, but she didn’t see any such shame in Felicia’s expression. The cat burglar was staring between Gwen’s legs, her eyes burning into Gwen’s exposed sex. Gwen saw her lick her lips.

Displayed as she was, Gwen’s body was raised to almost the same height as Felicia’s cleavage. When Peter had Felicia between Gwen’s long legs, he grabbed one full breast, squeezing it tightly so that the long nipple stood out erectly.

“You have such nice tits,” he said. “We should make your tits taste as nice as Gwen’s cunt.”

Gwen peered down her body, not knowing that her wide eyes were not showing a perverse desire. She watched as Peter rubbed Felicia’s nipple up and down Gwen’s slit, coating it with her seeping juices to give it a glossy sheen. Felicia stared into Gwen’s face as Peter stuffed her nipple between the young blonde’s pussy lips, and Gwen’s sex felt hot on Felicia’s nipple, as wet and delicious as a sucking mouth. She bent her knees as Peter pushed her forward, panting with lust herself as Peter fucked Gwen’s pussy with her own breast.

“Nice and hot, Cat?”

“Yes, Spider,” she moaned softly.

“Think we can make Gwen come like this?”

“Oh, baby, we can try!” Felicia sighed, looking down to see Gwen’s tight slit seemingly devouring her nipple. 

Gwen writhed, unable to stop it. Having Felicia’s breast crushed inside of her pussy felt good, and she knew that the clenching inside of her would become a full-blown orgasm if they kept it up long enough.

But Peter had no intention of letting her come that way. He pulled Felicia back, her breast jiggling with the motion, shaking off some of Gwen’s excess cream. “Let’s try Gwen’s cocksucking mouth on your tit, Cat.”

Felicia looked at Gwen, her eyes wickedly enjoying the unwilling lust that the blonde was displaying. She moved to Gwen’s face, and when Gwen tried to turn away, Peter seized hold of her long golden hair.

“Lick it, slut.”

Gwen’s tongue rolled from her mouth, licking over the crest of Felicia’s juicy breast. The taste of her own juices rippled down through her, touching the cunt that had birthed it in some eerie alchemy. Soon, she was closing her lips around Felicia’s nipple, sucking hard, taking the nipple deep into her mouth for more of the taste of her own shamefully aroused pussy, or more of Felicia’s perfectly rounded breast, or both.

Gwen’s lips, although widely stretched, nevertheless clamped tightly onto the creamy flesh of Felicia’s breast. She sucked greedily at it, enjoying it more and more as she got more of the full, potent cleavage into her mouth. Her core was twitching again, burning hotly as it swelled into a throbbing volcano of need and want. As she sucked on Felicia’s breast, she felt Peter playing with her cleavage, digging his fingers into the pert flesh. Gwen found herself whimpering as she realized Felicia was probably enjoying her attentions as much as she was enjoying Peter’s.

Peter ran his hand over Gwen’s quivering belly, feeling the muscles underneath the taut skin as she flexed with the pleasured convulsions running through her. Down between Gwen’s legs, he slipped a finger inside of her, Gwen’s pussy sucking on it as hungrily as she was devouring Felicia’s teat. She moaned softly around Felicia’s breast, but the sound was lost in more wet sucking as she tried to pull Felicia’s long nipple all the way into her throat.

“That’s enough foreplay,” Peter said, pulling his finger from Gwen’s sex. He wiped it on Felicia’s lips, letting Gwen watch as Felicia first tried to bite Peter’s finger for a better taste, than savoringly licked her lips like she had just taken a bite of delicious frosting.

“Don’t worry,” Peter told her. “You’ll get a chance to taste Gwen’s sweet pussy soon enough.”

“When?” Felicia moaned.

Peter looked at Gwen, and smirked as he saw the question writ large on Gwen’s face as well. Bodily jerking Felicia back, he shoved her face down into the juncture of Gwen’s thighs. “Eat her hot cunt, Cat! Right now! Make her come with those cocksucker lips—fuck her with that sweet tongue! Show her what a good lay you are!”

Felicia ran her tongue up and down Gwen’s wet slit, eager to shove her tongue deep inside of Gwen, but Peter fisted his hand in her white hair to hold her back. He enjoyed watching Felicia’s tongue lapping at Gwen’s juicy cunt. Gwen writhed around inside her bonds, her eyes enormous as she watched Felicia delving between her legs. She couldn’t believe a woman’s tongue could feel so good inside her.

Felicia’s tongue swirled eagerly on Gwen’s swollen cunt, her buzzing clit. Peter released her, laughing as Felicia forced herself further between Gwen’s legs as if trying to drown herself in Gwen’s arousal.

“Told you it was sweet,” he said.

Gwen moaned in relief as an orgasm swelled fuller and fuller inside of her, no longer caring about her captivity so long as she got to come.