Chương 25: Arc One. Chapter Twenty-Five. Desk Job (NSFW)
As Gwen continued to tease him he could only sit in amazement at what they had discovered. It was an alien parasite, a symbiote that enhanced and strengthened not just him but Gwen as well. He wondered why he was so different though, and as he thought about it he was brought out of his musing by Gwen turning his head,
"You know, I get that this is interesting and all but, I just showed myself to you. I just collected a few samples from my new favorite thing, and yet, you're ignoring me. How's a girl supposed to feel loved and wanted if her boyfriend is staring into space as she's talking about all the sex he can have without a condom. About how she wants him to cum in her so hard her toes curl and she blacks out." Gwen had a smirk on her face and raised her eyebrows as she gave him a seductive look,
Peter knew she was exaggerating, she never said anything like that, had she? It didn't matter, as she teased him he felt himself growing hard.
Leaning forwards she whispered in his ear, "What's a girl to do, if her boyfriend hasn't even noticed she took her panties off?" and as Peter looked down he saw she was correct and not just her panties, Gwen had slipped out of her skirt as well. Gwen stood and leaned back against the desk, lifting herself up and opening her legs. The sweet perfume he had smelt before wafted to his nose and he grew harder as he took in the beauty before him.
"I think you owe me an apology, and while you will be using your tongue, you won't be saying much."
Peter stared at Gwen. The way her body curved and her lines gently moulded her into a perfect woman. He could smell her excitement and it fed into his. Moving closer, "close your eyes," he whispered and as she did he kissed her gently on the lips, pulling back and then kissing her again on the neck. As he unbuttoned her top he slid it over her head and she smirked as he realised she wasn't wearing a bra. Kissing her quickly on the lips, he kissed down to her left breast and kissing its gentle slope he flicked her nipple with his tongue before gently taking it into his mouth and sucking.
Gwen moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair, to push him into doing more than gentle teasing, moving back Peter stopped her, "no, no moving unless I move you." Gwen growled in frustration, this was not what she wanted, where was the rawness of their first time, where was the back arching pounding she had expected.
Moving over and kissing her right breast he gently teased her nipple with his tongue before moving down, kissing around her belly button and moving to what he had wanted all along. It had driven him mad, to smell perfume on not only Gwen but several other girls at school and it wasn't until he and Gwen had sex that he realised what he was smelling.
It wasn't perfume, it was her excitement, the warm moisture her pussy lubricated itself within the expectation of sex and its heady muskiness was driving him mad. His erection strained against the wall of his trousers but he had already adjusted himself to keep it under wraps.
Kissing where her pubic mound started he slid his hands up her legs and keeping his hands there, gently parted her lips, taking in the pinkness of her folds and the already engorged clit, she wanted him but he was in control and he wanted this. Flicking his tongue forwards he finally tasted her, her clit was soft with a firm core and as his tongue made circles around it Gwen moaned and her hands gripped his shoulders. He was fine with that, as he moved closer into her pubic area, sucking on her clit and moving his thumbs up and down her labia, stroking at her entrance and flicking her with his tongue.
To gain better access he shifted one of Gwen's legs over his shoulder and moving his mouth down he sucked on her folds, swirling them with his tongue until he got down to her entrance, his tongue circling it at first, taking in the mucksy sweetness and then plunging into her. Gwen arched, unexpectedly and Peter felt her get wetter, her thighs trembled as she orgasmed at his touch. "p.pete, I.oh i. i. waAAH," his tongue moved back to her clit but this time a finger snaked its way into her curling back to where her g spot should have been and with Gwen's exclamation, he had found it. Gwen panted heavily, leaning more of her weight onto him as he continued to finger her wet hole and suck on her engorged super sensitive clit. "No, oh no Pete please, please god please, no" Gwen was lost,
As the start of her orgasm raged its way through her body and Peter had moved back she slumped on the floor, taking deep breaths and trying to focus herself, sex was amazingly good but she wouldn't last long if he kept going that to her. Peter stared at her, he was happy he was good but even he knew as a novice he shouldn't have been that good. Tutting, "Gwen, your symbiote is enhancing your emotional state, you need to get it under control, you need to take control."
The words swam round in Gwen's head no, yummy yummy, more more echoed back at her.
"it uh uh," she panted, "it wasn't, I just, just can't, too much Pete too much." The orgasm was intense and she felt a twinge between her legs, it was raw, almost unpleasant sensitivity and she knew if they continued it would start to hurt. "Sorry, I can't, really but," as her eyes drifted down to his still very erect manhood she did have something she wanted to try.
This was what she wanted, if he could taste her, then she had wanted to taste him and licking her lips he did. "uh-uh, no hands," Pete took a step back as she had moved to take his manhood in one hand and took the glistening tip in her mouth. Gwen bit her lip and grinned at him, placing her hands behind her back as if she was cuffed. She let Pete take a step forward again and gently began to pleasure him.
She let the precum off his erection wet her lips, the smell of it, musky, salty with a hidden sweetness filled her nostrils, The scent made the symbiote quiver inside and its lust for him leaked out a little, behave, she mentally chided it and you'll get a reward, feeling it drawback Gwen grinned.
Her lips spread down the glans of Pete's cock and her tongue licked around his shaft, and she rubbed her lips on his sensitive tip, eliciting moans from him similar to her own. She knew Peter had never had this done before and would quickly cum if she went too quickly. She wanted him to remember the first time they did everything together, so slowing her pace she began to take him deeper.
Even with him trapped in her mouth, she could use her tongue to slide back and forth under his shaft and its flexibility meant she had taken him down to the root without difficulty. Sucking and stroking she found the symbiote made sure she was not only breathing but could accommodate all his length and girth comfortably. Peter was in heaven, the sensations beat out the raw sex they had had before, her tongue massaged him and the warm slickness of her mouth around him made him feel like exploding down her throat, only his own mental exercises were keeping him close but not over the edge.
"Gwen," Peter touched her head and her eyes swivelled up, her head bobbing back and forth but her vision fixed on him. "I, I want to cum, in you, in your mouth?" Gwen nodded pulling back, this was the first time for her as well and she wanted to taste it, to feel it fill her mouth with its salty thickness. Peter began to thrust gently against her, her tongue now an anchor for him to fuck, her mouth a sealed cavern for him to vent the final limit of his lust. He gripped her head and she grabbed his ass as he thrust forwards one last time, she took him entirely into her mouth, his tip touching the back of her throat. "Now, now," he groaned as his cum spurted into Gwen's mouth, she didn't have to gulp it down, it slid down her throat like a creamy slightly salty caramel milkshake, thick and tingly as it went.
The symbiote itself purred, and if it was possible she thought it had had its own orgasm. Her body felt alive with sparkling electricity as she swallowed him down. She knew it was different from her own orgasm but she didn't care, Peter just came more and more and she alternated between letting him fill her mouth and letting it flow down the back of her throat. Poison hummed within her and she felt magnificent as she watched Peter squirm and moan as he finished cumming.
Whatever the symbiotes had done, at this moment all the worries, all the mistrust they had vanished as she cleaned him of the sticky white seed. She had enjoyed that more than she expected, even his taste was pleasant unlike the stories she had heard and she wondered if his symbiote had something to do with it.
Gwen rinsed her mouth out with some water, not that she felt Poison left anything, and the pair cuddled happily in bed and soon she fell asleep. As Gwen slept, exhausted from their lovemaking, Peter let Venom cover him and slipped out into the night. He was confident now, confident enough to start on the first part of his plan.
Principal Walters had been at Midtown High for twenty years now and he'd seen it all, good students and bad students and then there was Flash Thompson and Peter Parker. If he'd been quick enough he could have stopped the rivalry between them, gotten a brilliant honour student and blown away all the competition, getting cups and medals for intellectual events and with Flash, swept the sports events clean. The trophy case could have been filled with memories, not just for the kids but for the whole school.
Now, at the end of the year, it was bare, he didn't even want to put in the placement awards they'd won, a final tribute to the disaster he'd brought down by listening to that idiot Jack Thomspon. Sure he paid the board a huge grant each year, matched only by Norman Osborns but he felt it gave Flash the right to run rampant and the board agreed, the bullying and allegations of drug use were swept away, he had to grin and shake hands with that smug asshole as he hid his sons almost criminal activities.
He looked at the empty case once more and sighed, even if he complained, took the evidence to the police Jack Thompson would have had him fired, and he always felt he was doing more good than bad here. The quiet halls of the school, now empty, were eerie at night, and as he did his last rounds of the term he knew that this might be his last year.
As the locker banged Walters jumped, someone was in the school, someone was trying to steal the limited supplies they had, it might not be much but it was for the kids dammit. In an unusual fit of bravado, he peeked around the corner, the locker door hung open, he frowned, checking the number of the locker next to him and then counting along he realised it was Flash Thompson's locker. It was open and from the crumpled notes on the floor, someone had gone through it.
Venom watched him from the opened window, he had thought of scaring the man, of taking great joy in making him squirm and scream but he shook his head, a principal was a job, it didn't pay well and there was no glory to be had, only fleeting moments. Venom didn't have to do anything to this man, the look on his face as he stared into the empty trophy case said it all, he had broken himself, he had failed the school and nothing Venom did would top that. Swinging off into the night he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, he wanted revenge but scaring an old man wasn't that, so he settled, for now anyway.
A few days later J. Johan Jameson received a package, pictures and bottles were left for him at the front office, no name or nothing and as he scanned the contents he frowned and drew on his cigar. Some punk kid does steroids and this moron expects me to publish without proof. He pressed the intercom on his phone, "Elizabeth, get me the security guard that sent this up, tell that idiot he's fired." He shook his head, sensational journalism was for hacks, now if they had proof that this 'Flush Tampons'' was doping then, of course, he'd publish, but this was just trash and he dumped the box in the bin. "Remind me never to hire a person whose handwriting is that terrible." Flush Tampons, as if he was going to waste his day figuring out who the hell that was supposed to be.
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