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🕑 Added 2023-05-16 01:00:00 +0000 UTCGwen’s hand moved to his phallus. Soft fingers daintily tried out the texture of the drum-tight skin there.
“It’s cruel,” she whispered. “How you can get so big and so stiff and here I am, all small and soft and loose, just waiting to be penetrated. Isn’t that what you do? Skewer a girl? Impale a girl? All we can do is surround a prick like that. Be tight. Does tightness look like it means a damn to a giant thing like you’ve got?”
Her thumb and forefinger circled his girth. She slid them up and down his length. Peter’s manhood pulsed agitatedly, feeling the roving firmness of her touch.
Suddenly, violently, Gwen closed her fist around his erection. “You men are all alike! You put your big huge cock into a girl and make her into a whore! How’s a girl supposed to not be a whore when she has something big and hard like that inside her? I’d end up loose as hell, taking that!”
Peter groaned with her hand squeezing his prick—reverberating with the aroused pulses going through his erection, bouncing off her grip. Gwen sounded less like ‘herself’ than ever, but he couldn’t help his reaction to her hand on his manhood.
“You like whores!” Gwen accused him. “You especially like whores who used to be good girls! We try to be good girls for you, but you put your big tools in us and make us whores! I wanna be nice! I wanna be clean! But you’re just so big and hard! I have to be nasty—hafta be nasty cuz your big dick is already so nasty to me! You started it!”
Peter’s mouth flapped. He stammered. “It’s okay, Gwen. Relax. We don’t have to… to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“Yes, we do!” Gwen fired at him. “Look at how big your dick is! How is any girl supposed to be nice when she’s holding onto a dick like that?”
Her eyes flashed. Her breasts heaved. She tightened her grip on his hot manhood.
Peter could only stare at Gwen while she raved like a madwoman. But no matter how crazily she acted, it was hard to lose his arousal. She looked so beautiful. What she was doing to his cock felt so nice. And she still looked exactly like his Gwen, who he knew would never harm him, could never be truly evil…
“You saw me when I came in here. I was dressed! I was all covered up! But you still got a big nasty boner when you saw me, didn’t you? You were thinking of what I looked like naked! I didn’t let you see me naked; you made me naked in your head! Then you got your big hard-on and don’t you know what a hard-on like that does to me? It’s not fair. Look at you! I can’t be good when you’re you…”
Gwen felt him shudder, little tremors that only faintly stirred in his body but felt like earthquakes when they reached her skin. His manhood towered over her like a monument. It quivered with its own pulse—some of her excitement running into Peter’s body and trying to shake that immense, invulnerable masculinity.
“You like what I’m doing, don’t you? You think I don’t like it? Course I like it… you make me like it, but I can’t make you like it. You’d like it no matter what. Well, I’ll show you. I’ll like it even more than you do. I’ll be more than you can handle—a bigger whore than you’ve ever seen!”
She spoke so ominously that Peter’s breath caught. He wondered if he shouldn’t be as worried as he usually would be with Doctor Octopus tentacles pinning him down. But Gwen couldn’t threaten him. Everything she promised to do to him sounded sumptuous. Crazy, but sumptuous.
“It’s so wet,” she cooed, running her fingers up off his tip, rubbing his precum between them, but not able to focus on that for long. She had to get her hand back on his prick, had to touched its silky wet contours again. “How’s a girl supposed to resist a thing like this? It’s all lubed up… wet and slippery… it’d go right in, wouldn’t it? If a girl were stupid, she’d think it wouldn’t even hurt. But I know it would hurt. Hurt so good.”
Gwen watched his handsome face—even that was a weapon, making her as aroused as his horse dick. Slowly she twirled her thumb around his wet glans. It was enthralling, how his manhood jumped, but nothing compared to seeing the lust on his face. All his lovely features twisting in an agony of want. And the knowledge that Gwen could give him his every desire. His cock jerked in her hand—need written as clearly in its motion as it was on Peter’s face—and Gwen tittered insanely.
“Mary Jane thinks I don’t know, but I do. That’s precum. It’s coming out of your balls. It goes all the way up your shaft and comes out right where you piss. See? Right here! I don’t have to fuck a lot to know how it works!”
She angled his erection back on Peter so he could see as she pointed out the opening in his glans, using her fingertip. She rubbed it with the pad of her finger, eliciting more precum to heat her sensitive skin.
“Jesus,” Peter moaned, his washboard abs clenching up. His bloated balls swelling.
“It feels good,” Gwen trilled softly. She studied his face, her eyes deepening in blueness as her thoughts wandered to his cock in her hand and how it responded to every little pump she gave it. “It feels good to me and it feels good to you. I can’t enjoy myself without you liking it. Even when I just try to get myself off, I’m still your slave. Are you a good master, Peter? Are you going to take pity on me and make me come too? You don’t have to. You can just jerk off. You selfish prick, you can just jerk off!”
She roved upwards, steering into the contact between Peter’s writhing body and her own, following the brushing and rubbing until she was against him from her head to her toes. She kissed his lips, crushed her modest breasts into his chest. His cock throbbed hotly in her lap.
Raw passion crackled through Peter’s flesh—he shuddered underneath Gwen’s delighted sampling of him. Gwen sucked her mouth away from his. Came off his face with eyes dancing with sensuality. She lifted herself onto her hands and came up a few more inches, now closing her thighs around his thick prick, thrusting her naked tits into his face.
“Suck me,” she gasped out. “I can’t help how good it feels… it’s not my fault you make it so nice for me… stick your tongue out… lick them all over… suck as much of them as you can!”
Peter obeyed, thrusting his tongue out, but Gwen couldn’t wait. She pressed her tits into his mouth, rubbed a nipple over his extended tongue. Peter enjoyed it as much as she did and endeavored to keep up with her writhing pleasure, twisting his face around and around to keep at her luscious breasts despite her delighted movements.
“Yes, yes, do that!” Gwen strained out. “Ohh, you make me hornier than ever! I try to stay away from your cock and I just end up hornier than ever! A nice girl doesn’t stand a chance when you can do things like this to her—just with your tongue!”
She gripped his erection between her toned thighs, spurring him on both with the pleasurable feel of her creamy skin and the painful tightness of how she held her legs together on his member. She arched her back, quivering provocatively with every slash Peter’s wet tongue made across her cleavage.
When it ran into Gwen’s left nipple, Peter instantly capitalized on the connection. He opened his mouth and caught the small bud. Gwen moaned, torn between pulling her breast away and pushing it further into the contact. Peter sucked and bit with a fury, alluring Gwen too much to put an end to the feeling. He aroused her past the point of resistance before she even had a chance to try saying no.
“So naughty! Such a naughty, naughty man, making me feel such whorish things!” Gwen panted, pushing more of her breast into his sucking mouth. “Oh God, you just won’t let me be a nice girl! My nipple feels so big! OHH! I can’t stand it! This is what a slut would feel! You’re making me feel like a slut!”
Overwhelmed by desire and the promise of that desire being answered, if only she let Peter continue his onslaught, Gwen squeezed her warm thighs around his potent endowment. Humping herself up and down to jerk Peter off with her closed legs.
Feeling the rhythm, Peter pumped his hips with her, fucking into her luscious thighs. He greatly enjoyed himself, knowing that Gwen was reaping just as much pleasure from the sex.
Gwen’s nipples spiked madly, jetting out from her breasts like they were begging to be sucked on. She fed her other tit into his mouth, both wanting to give her left nipple a break and wanting to feel his lips on virgin territory.
A moment later, she was gasping and quaking even harder than she had when her tender nipples were first assaulted. She moaned hard and pulled away from Peter; her nipples felt like they were on fire, pregnant with sensitivity, sodden and egregiously tensed. Getting almost as much sensation from being in the open air, in their current state, as they had from Peter’s orgiastic kisses.
She gasped like she’d just been entered, staring at Peter with teary eyes, runny mascara. “Look what you’ve done to me! Just look! I could be a whore! I really could be! You’ve teased me—teased me past the point of ever resisting you—teased me too much to be a good girl ever again!”
Gwen pressed herself against his body, twisting and wiggling to get as much friction going as she could. She pillowed her aching breasts into his rock-hard abs. Her hands ran over his bare skin, touching hips and thighs and balls. Her fingers fluttered like butterfly wings, tasting the striations of his muscles, the little hairs of his skin, the white scars left by healed wounds.
Finally, her hands refused to obey her own reluctance. She couldn’t resist gripping his powerfully hardened manhood and stroking it. His hot precum consumed her touch like liquid fire. She rubbed it over his member like she was responding in kind to how he made her burn.
Her gold-thatched sex rolled over his rib cage. She rutted against the firmness there, still jerking on his masculinity. Drunk with a heady mix of lust and power, she stroked his rigid prick, her hand traveling easily with precum under every inch of its pumping.
Feeling Gwen’s hands tantalizing him even more provocatively than her naked body had gone, Peter groaned like something hurt. Pushing his cock up for more of this wondrous feeling. Gwen pressed her cheek against the soft rank hirsuteness of his groin, staring up close at his throbbing arousal as her hand caressed and his erection jerked wildly against her pumps.
