The Cross-Time Cocking

Midnight. Carlyle Chemicals. Gwen stared at Spider-Man as they walked through the factory, waiting for the culprit behind the latest series of biotech thefts to strike. She tried to picture this Peter without the mask. If he was anything like the Peter on her earth, then his brown eyes would sparkle with mischief, while his handsome features would be enhanced by a rich halo of dark hair. But it was his athletic figure that would really make her glow with warmth…

She’d tried to strike something up with him, but on this world, he had something going on with Mary Jane. It made her feel incomplete that she couldn’t seduce him, like she was more of a little girl than a full-blown woman. She didn’t want to be inexperienced. She wanted again to feel his big thick cock lunging through her sex, his hot steaming cum dripping out of her, not from the boy she’d known Peter as, but with this man he’d become. Once that happened, she’d know she was a woman. And so would he…

Gwen took off her mask and pulled back her hood, knowing that her angelic face was one of her best features. She may not have had the body of some of the other women in Peter’s life, but she had a million-dollar smile and she knew how guys thought--a saucy little grin from her and they immediately started to imagine it wrapped around their dicks.

She cleared her throat and Peter turned around to look at her. She didn’t see his eyes widen, but she could tell through the mask that his mouth had dropped open. His body language was suddenly very nervous, like he was in a situation with no control. She guessed that suddenly seeing her face instead of an all-encompassing mask had reminded him there was a person under all that spandex--that skintight, body-hugging spandex. 

And he must have seen from the look in her eyes what she wanted. “Gwen, I’m with MJ now. We can’t do this.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me anymore?”

Peter gazed at her and seemed to shrink back against the lab table he’d been examining. “Of course I like you. But I’m so much older than you… and you’re so young, and innocent…”

“I’m not so innocent,” Gwen said, walking closer to him. “And it’s because of the you from my universe. You know what he did? He shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him. He came down my throat.”

Peter buttoned his lips shut--she was so close to him now that he could smell the sweet, pure femininity of her. His cock lurched in his pants despite his best efforts. He knew that if he touched her, he was a goner… the sheer girlish sexuality of her was that overwhelming.

“Wouldn’t you like to do that?” she asked in a honeyed voice, as sweet and sunny as ever, even as her words grew more and more depraved. “Wouldn’t you like your big cock in my mouth, making me swallow all the hot white cum you can give me?”

Peter groaned. He wanted to stand his ground against her and object, but he’d be in her arms if he didn’t keep backing up. He stood there helplessly, his knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the table. His cock was swelling fast. He’d never known he could get so hard so quickly. She knelt down now directly between his splayed legs.

“I’ll let you,” she went on in a childishly small voice. “I’ll let you do anything you want. Just so long as you fuck me. Not with your fingers and not with your mouth--with your big, hard cock.”

Peter stared at her. He didn’t know what to tell Gwen. HIs cock felt like it had grown a foot in his pants; it felt like there wasn’t another atom of space for it in his costume. He wished he had the guts to push Gwen away, but he couldn’t. His head was pounding. 

“I know you want to. You’re getting hard right now, just listening to me… aren’t you?”

She reached down to his groin and ran her hand up and down the growing bulge of his erection. Her eyes widened as she realized exactly how much she’d found. The Peter she’d known was a boy, but this was most definitely a man.

“You want to fuck me with this, don’t you? You want to shove it all the way inside me and fill me full of jizz!”

“Gwen, please…” Peter gulped.

He settled his hand behind himself on the lab table, trying to back away from her further, but it inadvertently landed on one of the canisters he had been examining, a stray finger hitting the safety button. The top of it unsealed and instantly the black, viscous slime it had contained was let out, spilling onto the table. It didn’t form into a puddle, however. It turned, as if following the curve of an invisible pipe, and careened into Peter, hitting his costume and only then spreading to cover his entire body in a fine layer of dark resin.

Ironically, it accomplished getting Gwen to back away, as she jumped up and took a step back to watch the transformation take place. Then it pulled her back in, as she saw that somehow his cock was growing even larger. Whatever this stuff was, it was making him the perfect man for her.

Her fingers went to his belt, pulling it down below his balls. His huge cock loomed out, covered in the darkness like a condom. Gwen wrapped her fist around it, jerking it up and down expertly. The fingers of her other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them.

“Such a nice cock,” she purred. “And so big! It’s going to feel so good in my cunt! It’s going to be amazing when it comes inside me!”

Peter looked down at his manhood and watched her masturbate him. Her fingers were slender, cool, and she was squeezing him just the right amount. She seemed so aggressive and lustful--a totally different person from the prim, virginal Gwen Stacy that he had known.

“It’s gotten so big! It’s so hard, so stiff!” Gwen cried. Her hand pumped up and down his length. It jerked and twitched as she rubbed it.

“Gwen…” he moaned.

He found himself sitting down on the lab table, watching her full breasts jiggle inside her costume as she pumped his cock up and down.

“I hope it feels nice,” Gwen breathed. “I hope it feels so good to have me jerking you off like this…”

All he could do was groan. Between the symbiote coating him and her careening handjob, he felt helpless--driven by instincts he couldn’t control. He noticed pointedly that Gwen wasn’t wearing a bra. He could see her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her costume. He wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to see them naked and bouncing with the motion of her jerking him off. But he managed to restrain himself. 

“I love cock, Peter. I didn’t realize it until the other you showed me his. I owe you a lot, both of you--I really do. I want you to be the one who fucks me.”

She jacked him up and down. Her fist never skipped a beat. And her other hand pumped his balls mercilessly. It felt like he was being worshipped by a zealot who adhered to every detail of the ritual with cultish devotion.

“Gwen!” It was all he could say, but he gave her a long, pleading look, asking her with his eyes to put an end to this madness. But he didn’t know what he would do if she actually did stop.

“There’s just so much of it!” she cooed, her eyes huge.

With her clutching the base of it, his cock jutted out more than five inches above her fist. It was as thick as her wrist and it throbbed steadily. Gwen didn’t know how much was his and how much was the symbiote; she didn’t care.

All Peter’s resistance was being leeched out of him. He reached out suddenly and cupped both of Gwen’s tits. He squeezed their lushness, rolling them around inside her costume. The hardened nipples throbbed out against his palms. He moaned softly.

“Do you want to see them?” Gwen asked. “Do you want nothing in the way while you play with my tits?”

Then, without waiting for an answer, she let go of his prick. Reaching to her side, she pulled down a zipper hidden in her armpit. It ran over her cleavage and down her side, separating the body suit from the hooded shoulders and sleeves that she still wore as most of her costume slipped down her glorious young breasts. Almost everything she was wearing slid to the floor and she thrust out her breasts into his waiting hands.

“Shit… shit…” Peter was muttering, running his hands all over Gwen’s huge breasts. He thumbed her nipples and they grew even harder, defying the plum softness in the rest of her cleavage. Swiping them again, he found them rock-hard, pulsating out a half-inch long.

“You can kiss them if you like,” Gwen added. “You can suck them.”

She took hold of his cock again and began shucking it up and down with her closed hand. She leaned forward so that her breasts swayed in front of his face. He shoved himself into her cleavage, grabbing each tit to hold them against his face. The raised webbing of his mask scraped against her nipples until he eventually caught them with his tongue, the long red tentacle going right through his mask to lick harshly over her sloping tits. It was like the mask wasn’t his mask anymore, it was part of his face, and it opened to let him sink his teeth into her left breast, sucking it eagerly.

“Yes! Yes!” Gwen moaned, throwing her head back as he switched to her right breast, biting down roughly on the areola. “Suck them like that! Suck my tits! Get my nipples hard! Fuck them with your mouth!”

It would be impossible to make her nipples any more erect, Peter thought. They were already like sauna rocks in his mouth, hot and hard. But he sucked on them anyway, loving the taste, circling his tongue around each burning nipples and nibbling at every curve of her pouting breasts. 

“I can’t wait any longer!” Gwen gasped. “Peter, I have to sit on your cock! Let me sit on your cock, have your hot hard cock inside my sweet pussy, I need it! I really need it!”

Peter sucked hard on her left tit, like he was trying to get actual hot milk from her engorged nipple, one last time. Her words were making his head reel even more than before. It was all like some crazy dream, some sick fantasy about a sweet, young, innocent girl which had somehow come true. And yet, it had come true. She was really begging to fuck him. She was pleading with him for his cock.

“I’ve waited so long!” Gwen panted. “I’ve waited so long for a big stiff cock inside me! I need it so bad!”

And now, while he gnawed on her breast almost painfully, like a dog worrying at a bone, she hooked one leg over him. He felt her bare pussy brush against the base of his manhood where it popped up from his groin, its length shooting up against his stomach. She lifted her other leg. With her feet on either side of his lap she was lowering herself down, bending her knees, bringing herself to him with his cock in her hands, held in place to impale her as she came lower and lower.

She gripped his cock tightly in one hand while, with the other, she spread the sensitive lips of her sex. Peter saw the outer folds split wide, the flesh inside glistening and pink. He reached behind her, placing his hands on her hips so that she wouldn’t get away--tumble over. The opening of her cunt finally nudged against the bloated tip of his manhood. Her head was bowed as she gazed down, almost in disbelief, at what was happening between her legs, how she was wetly accepting his dick into her. Her golden hair fluffed in Peter’s face, sweet smelling and bright. Her big breasts settled against Peter’s chest. Her taut, golden belly rippled with tension. And the lips of her pussy spread neatly over his purpling cockhead.

“It’s so big!” Gwen mewled. “It’s so hard and it’s so big!”

Peter pushed down on her womanly hips, forcing her to keep lowering herself onto his firmly slotted knob. She raised her head suddenly, gazing into Peter’s eyes with a dreamy look. She looked lightheaded, like she didn’t quite know where she was. Then she let her full weight fall onto his huge prick and her eyes flew wild open, his erection bulling deep into her pussy. She put both her hands on Peter’s shoulders, squeezing him tightly as the tension of taking his prick grew massively inside her. Her eyes fluttered over his face, even rolling back in her head as she took more and more of his shaft. Her mouth was hanging open, she was drooling as she felt his pubic hair tickle her thrown-open labia lips, telling Gwen his cock was in her all the way.

“Big…” Gwen moaned incoherently, still staring at Peter even with her eyes glazed over. “Hard…”

She sat very still in his lap, his massive cock hotly throbbing inside of her. Her engorged nipples grazed his chest. Gwen closed her eyes, coming back to herself just enough to gingerly shift from side to side, letting her pussy get used to being split open by his stiff cock. She writhed and squirmed on top of Peter, still drooling, but with a slight smile on her lips even as her face contorted with little twitches of pained ecstasy. Her full breasts rolled and heaved with the heavy breaths she took. She wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck and began sliding herself up and down slowly, fucking herself on Peter’s cock lightly, easily--now a little scared of his hands on her hips and how he could fuck her hard whenever he felt like, how it would feel to truly be impaled, be pistoned up and down on Peter’s massive cock… she had no idea how she’d taken it all.

“I’m not too big for you?” Peter asked, helping her shuck up and down. Through the pain of being stretched in all directions, the pounding in her ears, it almost sounded like he was mocking her.

“I can take it! I can take it! It feels so good! Oh, your cock is so fucking great!” she hissed, speeding up her fucking as she assured herself she could handle him.

Peter sat motionless on the lab table, letting Gwen do all the work. His hands simply held her at the waist, keeping her from overexerting herself, taking too much, too soon. He watched her breasts bounce up and down in front of him, the swollen nipples nut-brown. He watched her rise and fall with lunging gasps of relief and pained stress, her breathing becoming ever more ragged. Her pretty blonde hair flew around her face, tangling more and more, now sticking to her sweaty cheeks and temples.

“I didn’t know it could be so good! It feels so nice!” she gasped, evidently forcing herself to keep going, to keep all of him inside her, to get him off with her overstuffed pussy. “I love the feel of your big hard cock inside me! I fucking love it in my cunt!”

She bounced up and down, now really speeding up, Peter’s hands tightening painfully around her waist to make sure she didn’t slip from his lap. Her cunt was growing wetter by the moment, her juices pouring down his shaft so abundantly that Peter wished he had a glass to catch them in. Her legs split wide to both sides. They were bent sharply at the knees as she pumped herself on top of Peter.

Gwen’s pained breathing became whimpers and moans. Her right hand left his shoulder and reached down to her groin, parting her drenched pubic hair to get to her clit with masturbatory experience. She rubbed it as best she could while she rose up off his pounding cock. The sweet thrills of touching herself swelled and spread through her body, the raw energy of it turned intensely pleasurable as she fervently diddled her clit. Already, she was on the verge of orgasm.

“I’m being fucked! I’m being fucked by your big stiff cock!” she groaned, sounding like she couldn’t believe it herself. “It’s good! It’s fucking good! Ohhhh!”

Peter held her in place as she churned up and down, trying not to think about coming himself. Her sweet young cunt was pulled taut around his rock-hard member. It felt as if he were miles deep in a sucking mouth, a swallowing throat. His eyes darted to her breasts before looking away. The sight of them jiggling up and down was almost too much for him.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give me that big prick deep in my pussy!” Gwen demanded. “Fuck, I’m going to come!”

She went wild, driving herself up and down on top of him as if her need couldn’t possibly be more desperate. Her tits flew high and smacked back against her chest. Her belly rippled. And her wet cunt sucked and pulled at his aching cock as her movements became more and more uncontrolled. She shifted her pussy crazily from side to side, trying to get more of his cock inside her.

For a moment, Peter was worried she would throw them both from their precarious seat on the table. Gwen was totally reckless, absolutely out of control. He gripped her waist tightly and tried his best to hold them down, even as his balls trembled, his monstrous cock jerking mightily in her pussy. He looked down at her well-opened cunt, amazed that she was forcing all of his cock down on each stroke she made. Then something snapped inside him.

“Motherfucker!” he croaked, his cock drumming with life inside her sucking pussy. “You… fucking… hole!”

A huge jet of cum shot off inside of Gwen. If her pussy weren’t engulfing his cock, Peter thought his cum might have shot up to the ceiling. He grunted and groaned, paralyzed beneath Gwen. And he felt the huge tremors running the length of his cock as he exploded. He couldn’t hold back. There was nothing he could do. His balls felt like the epicenter of an earthquake.

“You’re coming!” Gwen raved. “I feel it! I can feel you spurting! You’re giving me all your hot jizz!”

Another huge burst shot out of him. And another. Her cunt was filled with steaming seed, cum swirling about inside her, pushing deep into her womb. It clung to his cock in thick ropes and slithered out from her wide-open pussy like melting wax running down a candle. Two thick dollops of silvery cum rolled down Peter’s shaft even as he watched, Gwen pumping herself on his endowment like she was trying to recapture the semen that had escaped her pussy. But he saw the cum disappear into his bristly pubes, mixing together with the heady cream Gwen had already spilled there.

“Give it to me! Give it to my cunt!” Gwen begged. “I want all your cum! I want it way up my pussy!”

She pumped up and down on him, and another thick stream of cum gushed into her pussy. Her head rolled back and her eyes clenched shut as if she’d been knocked unconscious, but still Gwen chugged up and down on Peter’s cock, her breasts bounding. And her mouth was open, whimpering and mewling and begging Peter to come even more. She seemed to want nothing in life so much as cum inside her sucking sex.

Finally she lifted up so high that his prick slipped out of her. When she dropped back down against it rode up her belly. She looked down to find his cock staring up at her and she was suddenly filled with even more lust, not for it inside her, shooting into her, but just for the prick itself. She reached down, cradling it against her belly, jacking it off as she had before. A long streamer of white-hot cum spurted up over her stomach and stuck to the underside of her breast, clinging to the roundness of her teat in strands as it ran back down her ribs.

“Still coming! Oh fuck! Oh, you god!” Gwen croaked, still pumping his escaped cock in her hands.

It shot another blast of cum straight into her belly button. The white seed rolled down into her pubic hair and with her other hand, Gwen frantically rubbed it into her flesh as she pleasured her clit again.

“Take it! Take it!” Peter demanded, watching the cum shoot out of his tip and streak over her fingers. He squirmed in his seat, not wanting Gwen’s hand, wanting her cunt. “Fuck it with your pussy!”

Gwen finally lifted herself up, sending the cum that had splattered her body into an even faster run down her curvy flesh, and she aimed the cockhead at her cunt. It shot off another thick wad of semen, this one all the way into her face. Gwen gaped around the white splotch that covered her cheek and one eye, sinking down on Peter’s manhood once more and pumping herself on it all over again. She rose and fell as Peter shot out the last of his load. Gwen tried to move less--now that she had his cock again, she didn’t want to lose it a second time.

“What a hot little bitch you are!” Peter hissed, half out of his mind. He watched multiple ribbons of cum dripping down her golden belly, propelled in different directions by her flexing abs.

“I love it! I fucking love your cock, your cum…” Gwen wailed. “Shoot it all! I want all of it!”

His cock continued to spasm inside of Gwen, but it was no longer ejaculating. Gwen had drained his balls dry with her pussy and hands. And now, realizing he was empty, she slowed down her crazy motions to focus on the cum that covered her body. She was pumping up and down on his lap quite gently, almost massaging his deflating cock as her eyes came slowly back into focus.

“I love you,” she moaned, staring directly into his masked, blackened face. “I love your cum… I love your cock… I love being full of it, covered by it… dripping with it…”

And then she did something that made Peter moan out loud. She lowered her masturbating hand down to her splayed cuntlips, running it along his cock and her own stretched folds, before raising her hand up again with cum webbing her fingers together. Holding her slimy hand up in front of her face, she first marked herself with his gooey seed, and then licked the spunk from her fingers. Thick gobs of silver cum were sucked into her mouth, savored and swallowed. She tattooed herself with another palmful of sperm, then put her fingers between her lips and sucked on them. 

Peter reached out to her breasts again, but this time it was to push her away. Gwen moaned, dissatisfied and yet pleasured as he slipped limply out of her, and she settled onto the floor on wobbling legs.

“That was a mistake,” Peter said immediately, feeling more himself as his manhood settled flaccidly against his thigh. “We can’t do that again.”

“Oh, I think we can,” Gwen said, and reached past him to open another canister.

This one looked like it had a lot more symbiote in it...