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A Cosmic Rendition: Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2024-02-22 17:00:18 +0000 UTC“That was unlike you,” Clark said as they walked into his office.
Diana glanced at him with a small frown. She was well aware of what he was talking about. Normally, she was the diplomatic one, but during their meeting with the World Security Council, she had been confrontational and daring.
“Something struck with me, something Thor said when we met back then,” she replied. “That our association with the Tesseract meant we were sending out a signal. A signal that Earth was ready for a higher form of war.”
“Makes sense,” Clark replied. “It’s one of the Infinity Stones. Every powerful being in this universe knows of them and what they are capable of. The fact that we experimented with it broadcasted it to the entire universe that we possessed one and were harnessing it.”
“This battle might have been unforeseen, but it sure sends the required message to whoever’s watching now. I was not bluffing when I said Earth is not as undefended as some might think it to be,” Diana replied.
Clark pursed his lips and glanced at the suspended translucent screen near the wall.
“Still no developments on that front,” he muttered. Diana glanced over and a concerned expression overtook her face. “Think they too caught the signal of the Tesseract and are the first of many power-hungry maniacs to approach Earth?”
“I don’t know,” Diana frowned. “They’re simply revolving around the planet. Who exactly do you think they are?”
“Obviously aliens,” Clark replied. “I can’t recognize them though. SHIELD does not have any data that matches that ship.”
“There’s someone who might know,” Diana remarked, and Clark did not need her to specify who she was talking about.
“You’ve got any clue where she might be?” He asked, still staring at the ship orbiting their planet.
Shaking her head, Diana walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a digital pocket device, placing it on the desk. Clark glanced at it with pursed lips.
“That’s only for world-ending emergencies,” he intoned. “We can’t just buzz it and pull her from whatever she’s up to. There are countless other worlds she’s helping out.”
“Something tells me we might need to use it sooner than we’d like,” Diana muttered, staring at the screen. “I can’t help but think they’re not friendly.”
“Your skepticism is understandable, but there is something else bugging me,” Clark replied. “If they wanted to attack, they could’ve taken advantage of Loki and Sylvie’s assault to catch us off guard. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have survived another encounter if they’re even remotely capable. The fact that they didn’t tells me fighting us isn’t their priority.”
“Or they believe they don’t need to,” Diana advocated calmly. “That we’re nothing in face of what they’ve got at their disposal. That no matter how much resistance we can pose, it’s all worthless. Or maybe they’re not even thinking about fighting us for whatever they want.”
Clark’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the desk.
“Maybe. But there’s no way for us to know until they act.”
“Our messages aren’t reaching them either, or if they are, they don’t seem interested in dialogue,” Diana continued. “Doesn’t look good.”
“We can’t take any aggressive step right now, not before understanding just who they are and what they’re capable of. One wrong move and it could have catastrophic results.”
Diana nodded with a sigh.
“We’ve got enough matters to handle at home anyway,” she replied. “The weapons, for example. You looked over the evidence Stark gathered, right?”
Clark nodded curtly.
“The council’s involved,” he said confidently. “Other than us, only Nick and the Council has the authority to give the go ahead.”
“Nick obviously won’t do something like this behind our backs,” Diana nodded. “You got any suspicions?”
“All of them,” Clark replied. “You know as well as I do what a group of scumbags they all are. There’s no way they’d let go of any opportunity that would give them a sense of power, no matter how foolish an idea it might be.”
Diana remained silent as she stared at her seething husband.
“Rats. We’re surrounded by rats. Who knows what else’s been done right under our noses,” he growled.
“It can’t go on like this,” Diana muttered. “We need to do better, Clark.”
“Yes…” Clark sighed. “Yes, we do. And we need to get to the root of this.”
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SPIDER-MAN AND SPIDER-WOMAN: WHO ARE THEY?
Costumed Figures in Masks Save Fire Victims
The headline of the tabloid newspaper, The Daily Bugle, seemed to roar. A picture was accompanied underneath, of a large burning building, and a couple of blurry, indistinct figures were crawling atop it.
“Criminals, that’s who they are,” a man who looked to be in his fifties hissed as he lowered the newspaper. He was the editor and publisher of The Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson, and was often regarded as the last owner of the flattop haircut in the United States.
“A pair of vigilantes, renegades, just like those pals of theirs. Avengers, bah! Nothing but upjumped criminals. What are they doing on my front page!?”
The woman sitting right opposite him, one Lois Smith, who also happened to be the city editor, grimaced. She made to reply but was cut off when someone barged into the office, frantic.
“Mr. Jameson! We have a page 6 problem!”
“We have a page 1 problem. Shut up!” Jameson cut him off, staring at Lois. “Well?”
“They’re news, even bigger now after that attack in New York,” Lois replied.
“A group of criminals, that’s who they are!”
“They saved countless people in that attack, and over a dozen in that fire,” Lois continued without missing a beat.
“A fire they probably started!” Jameson retorted. “Just like that mess in New York that those oddballs created by themselves. Something terrible happens and these two creepy crawlers are there, what does that tell ya, missy?”
“Sir, they’re heroes. All of them are, and some of them are even in high-ranking places.”
“Oh don’t you get me started on them, Ms. Smith,” Jameson hissed. “Power corrupts them all, I tell ya. And heroes? Ha! A hero doesn’t need a mask. What’s a hero got to hide, hmm?”
Lois stared at the man in exasperation.
“We sold out all printings, Mr. Jameson.”
“Sold out!?” Jameson asked in surprise.
“Every single copy out there, yeah,” Lois hid a smirk as Jameson paused, blinking owlishly.
He turned to the man who had barged into the office and had been standing impatiently ever since.
“Spider-couple, page one, tomorrow! And get a better picture this time!”
“B-but sir! Page 6—”
“Shut it! Give an extra page to whoever it is, got it?”
The man made to open his mouth before he abruptly closed it. Grinning, he nodded and walked off.
“And you,” Jameson continued, staring at Lois. “Make sure we’ve got a good picture.”
“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. Those two are elusive, and no photographer can get a good picture.”
“Make an advert then! ‘Cash money for pictures of Spider-couple’ or something. We got a picture of that blonde chick driving around like a maniac in LA last month, bless Beverly. Getting a shot of these two hipsters can’t be much. Chumps like these love to be famous.”
“Something tells me these two could really do with less fame, sir,” Lois remarked casually.
“Oh? Is that so?” Jameson’s eyes glinted. “Well, if they don’t want to be famous, guess I’ll make them infamous instead.”
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“Hey,” Gwen said softly as she entered, shutting the door behind her.
“Yo!” her boyfriend called out, sitting on the couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table. “You took your time today.”
“Well, not all of us can happily take come cool shots and call it a day,” Gwen muttered as she eyed her boyfriend’s legs.
Peter yelped when he felt webs attach to his legs and pull them down the coffee table, and he gave his girlfriend the stinky eye. Gwen simply rolled her eyes.
“How many times do I need to tell you not to put your legs there?”
“Hey, I never complain when you put your legs right here!” Peter retorted as his girlfriend came over and planted her lovely rump on the couch right beside him, scooting closer and cuddling up to him.
“That’s because I don’t have ugly toes like you,” she teased. “Your words, not mine, babe.”
Peter opened his mouth to retort but had to shut up abruptly. Those were indeed his words.
“Whatever,” he muttered.
Gwen gave him an amused glance as she draped her legs over his thighs.
“When did you get back, by the way?”
“An hour or so,” Peter replied. “Got a nice shot of a snake mid-attack. Wanna see?”
Gwen gave him a half-hearted glare which intensified when he chuckled. He knew how much she hated snakes.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stop,” he chuckled.
Gwen huffed and stood up to walk toward their bedroom.
“We’ve gotta leave soon. You better get to change,” she called out.
“I just need to throw on a shirt, love. And it’s you who takes hours to get ready,” he replied with an impudent grin.
A vein throbbed in Gwen’s forehead as she turned around and shot another web straight at his face. However, this time, Peter was quick to dodge.
With a parting glare, the blonde walked away, leaving her grinning idiot of a boyfriend behind.
Walking over to the bathroom, the blonde stripped naked and walked into the shower, loving how the water cascaded down her body as she got rid of all her fatigue. It had been a particularly hectic day and for hours, she’d have been looking forward to getting home for some much-needed relaxation. Alas, they had a double date scheduled with their friends this evening.
Stepping out of the shower, Gwen wrapped a white, fluffy towel around her wet, naked frame and walked into the bedroom. Another towel was wrapped around her lustrous blonde hair as she walked over to the wardrobe and started looking for a fitting dress for their date.
One caught her eyes immediately and smiling, she hung it over the back of the door and began drying her hair and body, rubbing the soft towel all over her ivory skin before throwing the towels on the floor. She picked up the dryer to take care of her hair and put it away, reaching for her matching pair of black lace panties and bra.
Putting them on, she adjusted the bra over her large tits before reaching for the dress. She held it in front of herself, inspecting it for a moment with approving eyes, when she heard the sound of a web shooting toward her. She abruptly turned around and saw Peter’s shirt zooming out into the living room.
Rolling her eyes in amusement at his antics, she put her dress on and left it unzipped at the back. Grabbing a pair of matching high heels, she put them on and inspected herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair.
“Looking utterly fuckable,” she remarked to herself and giggled. She turned around and walked out of the bedroom toward her boyfriend who was happily watching an anime.
“Zip me up, will you?” She called out sultrily, and Peter abruptly turned around. His eyes bugged out as he stared at her.
She was wearing a black dress that clung to her slender frame perfectly, albeit a little loose around the chest because of the unzipped back. It came down to her mid-thighs and hung off her shoulders with thin straps that perfectly meshed with the black straps of her bra. The front dipped just enough to display a hint of her luscious cleavage and she knew it would make her look classy without being too slutty – a perfect mix for a lovely night with her lover.
It was the least they deserved after the hectic time they had been having in the past couple of months.
Peter was quick to move and he assumed his place behind his girlfriend. Slowly, he caressed her sides, loving the feeling of the soft fabric and her bare skin as he reached her shoulders. He smiled when he heard her heavy breathing and stepped a bit closer, making her gasp.
“Why don’t we just cancel tonight?” He whispered in her ear as he pulled her flush against himself, making her moan.
“Don’t be mean,” she replied, equally excited. “They must be looking forward to it.”
Clicking his tongue, Peter reached up and zipped her dress, pulling it nicely in place. It hugged her entire frame now, displaying all her assets in their wonderful glory.
Still pressed against him, Gwen glanced over her shoulder into his eyes with a wicked grin and rubbed her rump against his length.
“You want me to take care of it?” She asked hotly, and Peter almost gave in. Before he could reply though, Gwen giggled and sprung out of his hold, turning around to wink at him. “I think not. Come on, let’s get going.”
“You’re evil,” Peter muttered.
“That was for your little smartass comments, my love,” she replied. “Payback’s a bitch.”
Peter stared at his girlfriend’s delicious rump encased in that tight dress and those long, smooth legs shown off to perfection, wishing for nothing more than to feel her up.
“You coming?” She called out over her shoulder, smirking.
“Uh yeah,” Peter nodded, and with a smile, he walked over to her. They stepped out of their apartment and locked the door. Hand in hand, they walked over to the elevator, and in no time, they were in the parking.
The new car they’d bought waited for them in their spot and Peter held the door open for her. Gwen smiled and got in, watching him walk over and take the steering.
The car ride didn’t take long, and despite the many times she’d pleasured him while he drove, she did not give in this time, much to her amusement and his slight consternation. Peter did not dwell much longer on it though as he drove them to their destination.
Arriving at the restaurant, Gwen let him help her out and smirked when she spotted him ogling her. His eyes slid down her top and feeling even more wicked, she brushed her rear over his dick, loving how he was still hard for her.
Peter gave his girlfriend a searing look as he shut the door and handed the keys to the valet who nodded and took the car away. Stepping closer, he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist and pulled her flush against himself.
“You’re so gonna get it tonight,” he whispered promisingly as they walked into the restaurant, and Gwen felt herself getting even more aroused at the promising tone.
“I can barely wait,” she replied, pressing herself close to him.
Their table had been reserved, and they had arrived first. Minutes later, they were sitting side by side in a booth with light lemon juice on the table, waiting for their friends to show up.
“How long’s it been since we last went out? Two months?”
“Even more,” Gwen replied. “I wonder what those two are up to these days.”
“Guess we’ll be finding out soon,” Peter replied as he looked over at the approaching couple. “Harry Osborn. You’re one cheeky bastard.”
The two men shared hugs as the women greeted each other with matching smiles.
“Fucking hell, Pete! Hold back a bit, will ya!” Harry gasped as Peter hugged him rather tightly.
“Slacking off, Harry? And here I thought those muscles would be good for something.”
“Fucker,” Harry muttered before smiling at Gwen. “Still hanging around this dumbass, I see.”
“Same with MJ too,” Peter retorted as he greeted the other woman who chuckled alongside Gwen as they took their seats.
Once they were settled, they quickly took care of their order and went back to talking.
“Seriously though, what’ve you been up to lately, man? How long’s it been?”
“Three months?” Harry replied thoughtfully. “Work’s been a bitch, dude.”
“Oscorp duties getting too much for your pea-sized brain, eh?” Peter joked.
“You don’t get to say that, Mr. I-think-I’d-rather-click-photos,” Harry retorted. “Just why did you have to leave all that shit to me, man? We could’ve taken care of it all together, just like always!”
Peter sighed. He and Harry had talked about it several times, about how he would take over the R&D division while Harry would take care of the administrative duties of the company. However, plans had changed drastically and so had their paths. Peter was happy with the life of being a photographer. It was something he loved, it was stress-free, his pay was nice, and now that he was affiliated with SHIELD as well, money was not going to be a problem. All in all, he was very content with his decision.
Yet, the small guilt of leaving it all to Harry did remain, making him wonder if he should truly devote time to Oscorp.
“And then there’s all this weird shit happening lately,” Harry continued. “You saw that, didn’t you? What happened near the Empire State Building?”
Gwen and Peter kept their faces neutral, giving nothing away, as they nodded.
“A right mess that was,” Peter replied. “Lucky that those Avengers were there to save the day, eh?”
“Yeah, right,” Harry nodded emphatically. “As much as I think Tony Stark is a right asswipe who’s too cocky for his own good, the man’s got his priorities straight. No billionaire would endanger his life and take a nuke into an interdimensional portal. Selfish bastards that we are.”
Peter chuckled at the utterly honest remark.
“Billionaire? Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” He teased.
“Millionaire, fine. No need to rub it in,” Harry retorted. “The point stands though. It was real luck having them fight off those monsters. Why the fuck did they even come here?”
“Fuck knows,” Peter shrugged. “Got their asses handed to them, by a small group of people nonetheless.”
“You got that right,” Harry chuckled. “That should keep them real quiet for a long time.”
Gwen and Mary Jane simply stared at their boyfriends in amusement as they had their little chat, who were quick to pick up on that fact as they shut up and leaned back, smiling sheepishly.
“Sorry for that,” they muttered as one.
“I’ve been seeing this my whole life now to be surprised,” Mary Jane replied with a chuckle, prompting Gwen to follow suit.
“Almost a decade for me as well,” she replied mirthfully.
Peter shared a look with his friend who smirked. Both wrapped an arm around their girlfriends and pulled them close.
“What about you, MJ? How’s the acting gig going?”
“Pretty good, actually,” she replied, smiling as she leaned against Harry. “Got a new theater show lined up next month. You two have to come this time, you hear?”
“We’ll try our best,” Gwen smiled.
Their dinner arrived soon and they dug in eagerly as they talked. It was natural for the four friends to talk candidly as they reminisced about their school or college days and how they used to be. They didn’t even register when their food disappeared and they found themselves sitting with glasses of alcohol in front of them.
“Remember when that idiot Flash tried to woo Liz and got himself a wedgie? Fuck, that was hilarious!” Harry laughed. “You gave it to him real good, Pete.”
“Dude really was a prick,” Peter replied. “Where’s he these days, by the way? Haven’t seen or heard of him in years.”
“No clue, bro. Liz’s doing great though. Heard she’s been back with her folks for a few months now.”
Liz Toomes was another of their friends who had moved across the pond for her studies. Back in school, she used to be a magnet for boys, often leaving them dumbfounded as she teased them. Peter didn’t have any shame in admitting that even he had been a victim of her charm for some time until he grew a pair.
“Remembering the good times, are ya?” Harry asked teasingly, and Peter chuckled.
“I’ll have you know I have a very lovely girl who always takes my breath away,” he replied, squeezing Gwen’s lovely body against him.
“I bet she does much more than taking your breath away,” Harry joked, having no intention of letting up the teasing. Gwen and Mary Jane both stared at each other in amusement.
“On point,” Peter smirked. “Much, much more.”
Gwen gently stroked her boyfriend’s chest as she leaned against him. None of them were prudes and it was common for them to joke with each other like this.
“I think they get the picture, babe,” she smirked.
“You bet we do! That’s what he always meant when he said he had a long night. Been keeping him awake for years now, eh, Gwen?” Harry joked, and Gwen was not far behind to fire her shot.
“I think it’s fair to say it’s Peter who keeps me awake for hours every night,” she retorted, pressing herself firmly against her boyfriend who was now fondling her arse over her dress out of everyone’s sight. She could feel her previous arousal returning with a vengeance and the desire to mount her lover right then and there was reaching its peak.
Harry laughed uproariously as he pointed at Peter.
“You’ve truly gotten her addicted to your Excalibur!” He exclaimed, earning a snort from Mary Jane. Gwen was quick to pounce.
“As if you haven’t gotten this little miss addicted to yours!”
“Guilty as charged,” Mary Jane raised her glass in surrender as she took a swig. “He’s very skilled indeed.”
Peter shared a look with his friend who snorted behind his glass, and he could only sigh in exasperation.
“If you’re done talking about dicks,” he interjected, earning amused grins from both women. “Think we should visit Liz and her folks?”
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.
“You know what? It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to Queens. Could be a nice little getaway.”
“We can pay Aunt May a nice little visit as well,” Gwen said excitedly. “She still owes me the recipe for her special.”
Peter gave his girlfriend an affectionate look and nodded.
“Alright, it’s settled then,” he said. Turning toward Harry, he continued, “I’ll tell you when we can go over. Think you could discuss it with her?”
“Leave it to me,” Harry nodded, grinning. “Talking of Liz, you remember her old man?”
“Eddy boy?” Peter asked with a smirk.
“Hey, he doesn’t like being called that. You remember what he did to Flash, right?”
He sure did. The idiot was mocking him with his friends, not aware that the man was right behind him. The right hook had sent the dumbass sprawling on the floor, and there had never been a repeat ever since.
“That was fucked up, not gonna lie,” Mary Jane intoned.
“Old man always had a few screws loose,” Harry sighed. “He tried to get a job at Oscorp several times, you know? Fortunately, he was always turned down.”
“Seriously?” Peter asked in surprise.
“Yeah, shocked me too when I found out about it,” Harry nodded. “Man’s good hella good qualifications too. Surprising, considering how he’s happy living in the suburbs running his old electronics shop.”
“Firm. He calls it a firm,” Mary Jane snorted.
“Come on, you all. He’s still your friend’s father,” Gwen interjected half-heartedly.
“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s a nutjob, love,” Peter replied.
“Alright, back to what I was saying,” Harry began once again, earning everyone’s attention. “Old Eddy’s up and quit his firm for a quiet retirement in Staten Island.”
“Really?” Peter asked in surprise.
“Yeah. Heard he and his biz partner got into a quarrel and had a falling out. Bestman took control of the business and kicked Toomes out, not that the old fart would admit it.”
“That’s why Liz’s back home, to support her mother,” Mary Jane said softly. “Look, I know Old Man Toomes was a real prick but leaving his family is a low, even for him.”
“What’s he up to on Staten Island anyway?”
“Fuck knows,” Harry shrugged. “One thing’s for sure though. We’d have a lot of peace and quiet when we pay Liz a visit with him out of the picture.”
Peter nodded with a small frown etched across his face. He was slightly concerned for Liz and how she and her mother must be faring now that her father had left them.
“You okay?” Gwen asked him softly, making him glance down at her. Smiling lovingly at his girlfriend, Peter nodded and gently kissed her.
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The Sun was out the next morning and Peter was breathing softly as he slept, dreaming of his lovely girlfriend writhing under him as he pounded her furiously. His eyes shot open when he realized he could feel a familiar hotness around his girth and he quickly spotted the large human-shaped lump under the duvet.
He quickly pulled it off, revealing his sexy girlfriend still clad in the dress she had worn the previous night to their double date with Harry and MJ, staring up at him through her eyelashes as she kept her pouty, pink lips wrapped around his hard and glistening cock, and sucked him off.
“Gwen… ugh…” Peter groaned.
They had parted ways with Harry and MJ around midnight, slightly drunk and exhausted. As such, they had left their car parked in the restaurant and hailed a cab to their apartment. Not in the mood to even change, they had simply flung themselves into the bed and dozed off to sleep.
He recalled their shared arousal from the previous night and it seemed she was eager to have him now. He groaned once again when she sucked hard with her tongue swirling around the crown as she pulled off with a wet pop, furiously stroking his glistening cock as she stared up at him.
“We couldn’t have fun properly last night, remember?” She said, kissing the engorged head of his throbbing cock lovingly. “I was so horny for you since before we even left our apartment, and the way you kept teasing me all the time didn’t help matters either. I want you so bad right now. What about you?”
“You need to ask?” Peter asked huskily, his drowsiness entirely vanishing. He reached down to caress her cheek tenderly before placing his hand on her head. Gwen smirked and let him guide her back to his length. She opened her mouth and took him entirely inside her, loving the familiar feeling of his firm erection lodged deep inside her throat.
She closed her eyes and began to move up and down on his cock, moaning as she fed his entire length inside her mouth. Her eyes opened a few seconds later and locked with his as she bobbed up and down, slowly taking more and more of his cock inside her mouth until her lips touched his groin, wrapped around the base of his length.
“Fucking hell, babe,” Peter gasped, and Gwen pulled off, lewdly dropping thick saliva over his length, and started to jerk him off.
Gwen moved her tongue along the underside of his cock, dropping more saliva along his length as she gazed at him with nothing but arousal shining in her eyes.
“I love you,” she said, licking the precum off the tip. “And I want you inside me so bad.”
Peter thought that meant she’d mount him, but he was surprised when instead of moving back, she doubled down and took him in her mouth once again. Her lips stretched and wrapped around his girth as she kept plunging her mouth onto his cock repeatedly, pushing him deep inside her throat without pause.
All Peter could do was grunt and groan at the feeling of incredible tightness and heat around his member. His hands rested on top of her lustrous blonde locks and he let her take charge. He knew from experience how much she loved the foreplay, and how she loved to prolong the pleasure. However, right now, she seemed much more eager, and thus, Peter knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him buried deep inside her snatch.
Gwen kept herself devoted to her task. Her throat welcomed him eagerly and she stared at him through thick eyelashes. Her eyes burned and watered as she deepthroated him, rolling her tongue around his slick length frantically. She could taste her spit and saliva around him, and she eagerly sucked him off, intent on extracting her reward from him.
It wasn’t long before Peter started to feel his climax building up inside him. His hands tightened on her hair and he fisted her locks firmly. Holding her in place, he started to buck his hips up and thrust inside her mouth, intent on giving it all to her. Gwen immediately ceased her motions and let him use her throat as his little cocksleeve. Thick ropes of saliva slithered out of her mouth and dripped down his length, sliding over his balls as they tightened.
Gwen reached down and ran a finger along his balls, and that did it for both of them.
The searing touch sent him over the edge. Peter went still, forcing himself to refrain from pushing up violently to not hurt her, and Gwen quickly took charge. She grabbed hold of his prick and started to stroke him hard and fast as he came.
She sucked furiously, sending a wave of searing pleasure through him as he climaxed inside her mouth. His hands gripped her thick mane of blonde hair like a vice as he kept shooting load after load of hot cum deep into her mouth.
He was breathing heavily when he was done, slumped on the bed as he stared at his lovely girlfriend who slowly sat upright with her lips sealed tight.
She smirked as she gazed down at him and stuck her tongue out, revealing the hot white mess he had made in her mouth before she made a show of swallowing his seed in its entirety. Her hand was still wrapped around his semi-flaccid cock and her smirk widened when she felt it twitch.
“Glad to see I can still make it act like that even after all these years,” she giggled and started to stroke him. Their naturally increased metabolism ensured they were up and ready in no time when it came to battle, and it transitioned into the bedroom as well. Thus, it came as no surprise to her when in mere seconds, he was rock-hard and throbbing in her hand once more, ready and eager to score a home run.
The blonde beauty smiled and planted a soft kiss on the bulbous head of his cock, letting her tongue slide out to lick off the remnant of cum she could see on the tip. She was still clothed in the previous night’s dress, Peter was quick to take care of matters.
He pushed himself on his arms and sat up. Reaching behind her, he unzipped her dress, allowing her to pull her arms out of the straps before he grabbed the sexy dress by the hem and pulled it off her, throwing it somewhere on the floor and leaving her clad in nothing but a pair of sheer black lace lingerie.
“Fucking hell, I wanna devour you,” he said huskily, ogling her impressive cleavage on display.
Gwen giggled and reached behind her. She unsnapped her bra in an instant and pulled it off, making her large tits jiggle as they popped out. She dangled it in front of her boyfriend, giggling when his eyes remained affixed on her tits, and threw it away.
Clad in only a flimsy pair of panties, the blonde dropped to her arms and knees and slowly crawled up his body. Her large tits slithered across his naked skin as she came closer, kissing along his muscled frame and mashing her tits up entirely against his hard chest. She straddled him, resting her wet pussy covered only by her lace knickers on his hard cock, and slowly planted her lips on his.
They kissed passionately, letting their tongues slide along each other like the lovers they were, as Peter softly stroked her naked body. His hands slowly slithered upward to cup her large, teardrop mounds of perky flesh and he cupped and squeezed.
Gwen moaned into the kiss when he pressed his thumbs on her pink, puffy nipples and rolled them around, caressing her hard and sensitive nubs. She started rolling her hips right on top of his erection, pushing the fabric of her lace knickers against her slit so that her wet pussy lips were wrapped on either side of his cock.
She reached behind her and gently pulled the fabric to the side, freeing up her entrance, and raised her ass slightly, lining him up against her. She pressed down on his length and sank down.
Both Peter and Gwen groaned in pleasure as he plunged deep into her depths. Her hot, damp walls clenched around him, hugging his length, as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.
“Oh baby…” Gwen moaned as he kept rolling her rubbery nipples between his thumbs and index fingers while he kept still, holding himself deep inside her.
She raised her head so she could look at him properly, and slowly moved her hips. She hissed when he slid even deeper inside her, and with her eyes locked with his, she began to raise and lower herself up and down his length. Her hands held him by his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, and her body trembled as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her, stretching her inner walls masterfully.
Her tits rolled in his hands, bouncing and jiggling with every movement she made, and Peter made sure to not let them be left unnoticed. He constantly squeezed and fondled her tits, playing with them and her puffy nipples, loving how soft and pliable her melons were. All the while, he kept his eyes on her beautiful face contorted in sheer pleasure as she fucked herself raw over him.
“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked huskily, noticing the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth was parted open slightly as she exhaled slowly.
She merely nodded.
Peter smiled and gently kissed her as he planted his feet on the bed. His hands relinquished her large tits and reached around her to grab her plump rear.
Gwen recognized what he was doing and she braced herself, tightening her hold on his shoulder as she pressed her lips firmly against his.
Peter held her firmly in place and started to thrust upward mercilessly, pounding into her hard and fast. Her cheeks rattled as they were slapped continuously by his hips, and all she could do was kiss him hungrily, like a woman possessed, and keep a firm hold on his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, but neither did he care nor did he feel it. He simply kept fucking his girlfriend to the heavens, sending ripples across her sexy body.
She writhed atop him, her arousal soaking his length as she shook, and Peter sucked her lips furiously, knowing they’d look swollen soon. He couldn’t care less about it though, and he kept pounding her hard.
Within seconds, Gwen’s lips tightened around him and her hips started to buck frantically. Peter smirked into the kiss that ended mere moments later when she pulled away and cried out in sheer bliss as her orgasm crashed through her like a raging inferno. Her body shook and she shivered, moaning incoherently with her entire body draped over his, with her tits being fondled all the while by her boyfriend, as she rode out her orgasm.
Peter was not done though and he rolled them over so that he was on top. Without waiting for her to say or do anything, he started to furiously drill inside her, driving himself to the hilt. All Gwen could do was let out a loud, sensual moan as she stared up at him with nothing but sheer love and adoration shining in her eyes.
“Give it to me, baby,” she moaned, and Peter did as he was asked. He gave it to her hard, and he gave it to her in spades.
He slammed his lips against hers like a man possessed as he slammed into her like a savage, desperately chasing his second orgasm. He held himself above her on his arms, staring deep into her eyes. It seemed as if they were staring right into each other’s souls. Her tits jiggled and bounced on her chest as he drove himself into her, and his eyes widened when she smirked and reached down, grabbing her tits and bringing her nipples to her mouth.
Just as she rolled her tongue around her hard nub and sucked, Peter came for the second time. His hot seed splattered her insides, painting her inner walls, and the feeling of his incredibly thick hotness pushed her over the edge for the second time.
With a loud wail of his name, Gwen came for the second time as well, shaking tremendously, as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. He fell over as he rolled to the side, bringing her with him while they rode out their shared orgasms, and gently sucked her neck. Gwen moaned and groaned in satisfaction as she caressed his bare back, keeping herself flush against him.
“Damn, I needed that,” he whispered, and Gwen smiled.
“We, my love,” she replied, nuzzling into his chest as he pulled her closer. “We both needed that.”
To be continued…
