Spiderman: Venom

After the trial, Peter had to talk to Gwen. She'd asked him to wait until they could meet in person before he told her what had happened. She wanted to hear it firsthand. She'd already heard about his arrest—her father had made it very clear that she was to stay away from him and that renting a place was out of the question. But she showed up the next evening.

Gwen was silent as Peter spoke.

He explained the trial the school board had put him through, the accusations about Flash's injuries, and his arrest and the later dismissal of the charges. Everything had been handled by Matt.

She sat there, fists clenched, while Peter sat on the edge of his bed. She didn't say a word, only stared at him.

"So, uh, yeah, that's it," he said, looking at her for a reaction.

"Pete," she said softly, "are you okay?"

Peter leaned back, resting his hands on top of his head.

"Honestly? I am. I really am. It's over. Matt has my statements, and he thinks the school will settle. No court appearance needed, and even if there was, I don't have to testify." He sat up and smiled. "Yeah, I'm actually great," he said with a laugh.

"Good." Swallowing her anger, but seeing the smile on Peter's face, Gwen made her choice.

Gwen stood, lifted her blouse, and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor. "Then make me feel better, too." She moved closer to him.

He slid his hands around her waist as she knelt on the bed, leaning over him, kissing his face. "Please, I hate feeling like this, Pete. Please." She kissed his forehead, pressing his face against her chest.

He had no clue what to do, but practice, as they say, is the best teacher.

His hand slid up to cup one breast, squeezing it gently as he kissed around the other. Her nipples, soft pink and larger than he'd imagined, hardened into little nubs. He carefully flicked at one with his tongue, and as Gwen moaned, he repeated the motion, growing more confident. He took one into his mouth, sucking on it while his fingers traced around the other before swapping.

Gwen was in heaven. Her imagination and that one silly picture had been nothing like this. She ran her hands through his hair as his fingers and tongue moved, but she wanted more.

She pulled his head away. "More!" She slid back, stood up, and undid the buttons on her pants, sliding them off. "Well?" She looked down at her damp panties, where he could see her outline beneath.

"Amazing." He stood, lifting his own shirt, then unbuttoned and pulled off his pants and boxers.

Gwen had kicked her jeans aside and now stood there in only the black lace panties she'd worn on their last date. "Take them off," she asked, biting her lip. "With your teeth," she giggled.

Peter snorted, then laughed, but knelt in front of her. He ran his hands down her toned thighs, teasing the waistband with his lips as he took hold of it with his teeth.

It was awkward and harder than he'd expected to pull them down with just his mouth, so he slid his hands up her legs, hooked his thumbs at the back, and let them caress her as he pulled them down.

Gwen wasn't joking, and he could see a faint hint of stubble, but he didn't care. He kissed her mound, then, gently moving her legs apart, let his tongue slide down.

Nope, not even gonna try, he thought.

So he stood, smiled, raised an eyebrow, then picked Gwen up and laid her on the bed. "Much better," he said, kneeling at the foot of the bed as her legs rested on his shoulders.

Kissing down her calves, he spread them apart. Gwen, feeling shy at being so exposed, covered herself with a hand. Peter gently kissed and nipped at her fingers until she moved them aside.

He'd seen diagrams in medical journals before, but nothing had prepared him for the sight or the scent of the real thing.

It was a warm, musky aroma, heavy and inviting. He kissed at the top, letting his tongue circle where he guessed her clit might be. Gwen gasped, grabbing the top of his head, and he continued.

Gwen was in bliss. His tongue darted back and forth, up and down. Each touch built her anticipation, her climax beginning to crest.

"Wait," she gasped, smacking the top of his head. "Are you doing the alphabet?"

Peter laughed, then flicked his tongue in the shape of an "N," then an "O."

Gwen giggled, "You're such an ass."

Peter lifted his head and looked between her legs. "Nope, that's a bit further down."

Gwen squeaked, clamping her legs shut and pushing him away.

Peter sighed. "Sorry," he said, but Gwen lifted herself onto her elbows, looking at him.

"Just… take it slow," she said, spreading her legs again, "and no going near my butt."

As he laughed, she lay back down, and he kissed his way back down her thighs.

Peter was midway through his second "verse" of the alphabet when Gwen shuddered, clutching his hair. "Oh, God, Pete," she moaned, her legs quivering. "Fuuuuck."

He paused, letting her catch her breath as he looked up at her, watching her panting and smiling blissfully. "Good?" She gave him a thumbs up, "Good."

He crawled up next to her, and she wiped his mouth with her thumb. "Thank you," she said, leaning over to kiss him.

She lay there, resting her head on his chest as he gently stroked the back of her arm. She just needed a moment to catch her breath. Fingers and small toys were one thing, but this had been something entirely new and mind-blowing.

"Pete, uh. We can't do more." Peter frowned, "we don't have any condoms," she admitted

Peter sighed and leant back, "damn, I thought you meant you hated it."

"Yeah, dribbly mess here." Gwen said as she lay on his chest, "I just need a moment." Her hand ran over his chest and she kissed his shoulder gently. While she was still tingly and twitching for her own orgasm she wanted him to feel just as good.

Like him, this was her first time, so she copied him. She ran a hand over his chest. Traced circles around his nipple while she licked and flicked the other one with her tongue.

He was already partially erect and as she gently bit him and kissed down his chest his erection grew even larger.

Holy shit, Gwen thought, what the hell do I do with that?

She got to his belly button and stopped, wrapped a hand around his manhood and gently stroked it up and down. "Sorry, I can only do upper case I" and shegiggled as he laughed,

"It's fine. Just, a little tighter and you can go faster," he said, lying back. He was stroking Gwen's back as she moved. He wanted to do more, but seeing the look on Gwen's face, she was concentrating, and he would distract her later.

She bit her lip and she watched his foreskin slide up and down. Little beads of clear liquid pooled at the top and she moved forwards, touching one with her tongue.

It was sweet, not too sweet and it had a taste of salty sweat but it wasn't horrible, "tell me if this hurts."

Still moving her hand she kissed and then took the top of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Peter moaned. He tensed as her tongue sent tingles of pleasure through his cock and up to his spine.

Gwen took that as approval and moved to take more. She opened her mouth as far as she could and let some drool coat him. Stroking him once more, she slid her mouth up and down his length after it.

She got halfway before it became too much. It was uncomfortable but she figured it wasn't too bad. Concentrating at the top for a moment, she sucked on the head like a lollipop and swirled her tongue around it. Once the small ache faded she began again, taking him into her mouth further.

The slicker he became, with her saliva and the amount of his own precum it became easier. Soon Gwen almost had him entirely in her mouth and throat.

"Aww dammit Gwen, oh damn" Peter swore. It was becoming too much, and even if Gwen was a novice he had never felt or experienced anything like this before. He tensed and cried out, "Gwen stop!"

She ignored him. The only way to find out how it tasted was to let him finish in her mouth. As she held him, stroking faster she concentrated on the head. She ran her tongue over the tip and felt him throb and grow hotter and then a spurt of liquid filled her mouth.

"shit!" Peter cried as he came. Gwen stroked him and gulped it down. He had no idea how much but her tongue chased every drop and her stroking was relentless.

When he finally relaxed and the orgasm faded he sighed in contentment.

Gwen let him slip from her mouth, licked the few drops that had escaped onto her hand and then cleaned the tip, "not too bad. So no, don't give me that, oh I didn't mean it. You can cum in my mouth, I won't mind."

Peter didn't say anything and Gwen shifted slightly, "Pete?"

She gasped though, as his hand slid down her leg and his fingers found her still wet slit. "I won't mind if you don't mind." As two found their way inside, she whined and pushed back against his hand

She angled herself and slid a leg over his chest and Peter pulled her up the bed. With her pussy inches away from his face Peter used his thumbs to spread her lips. His tongue up and down before plunging it inside her.

A finger slid into her and his tongue found her clit again. As she rested against him, she gently kissed his cock, letting him do as he pleased. She was aching, wishing she could switch ends and take this magnificent thing inside her.

As he moved to fingers and tongue, switching places and both exploring deep inside her.

He grew erect once more, and Gwen kissed her way up and rested on her elbows. Feeling him grow in her mouth, she began again with renewed vigour. She covered him fully and took him as deep into her throat as she could.

She came again before he did, as she had to stop when her jaw began to hurt slightly. She had never imagined he was that large. All she could do was use her lips and tongue around the head while she stroked him.

She whined as she came again, it was getting too much. In the time he was taking she had come three more times, "Pete, stop, please." He kissed her gently and lay back, She sighed, "now, once more, please?" and she began to move faster.

"Uh, Gwen. I," and his hand slid down and took over, "I'll be quicker." He didn't want to hurt her feelings but while she learned how to cuck him off quickly, her hands were a bit awkward and stiff.

"oh no, that's great, cum for me Pete. I want to see." Gwen moved down and had her head resting on his stomach.

That set a spark off and Peter felt the orgasm build. He had done this before, just not for an audience "cum for me Pete, cum"

As he groaned, Gwen bit her lip and stoked his thigh.

Gwen laughed as it spurted everywhere. Gwen got most of it on her face as she was so close but his hand was covered and so was her arm when she was leaving over him.

"Wow. I uh. Yeah." She giggled "You should be a fireman," and he playfully spanked her ass, making her laugh more.

"Clean up on aisle Pete," she laughed and reached over to see if there was a towel. All show found though was a roll of industrial kitchen roll.

"So, guess I know why you have that." He chuckled as she grabbed several sheets and began to gently clean him.

Once she was done, she crawled back up the bed and lay next to him. "Pete?"

He had his eyes closed, basking in the warmth of not just his orgasm but the woman next to him. He mmm'd at her.

"I love you." and she closed her eyes, fearing the worst.

"Love you too." he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"But ssh. nap, then food."

Gwen reached over and kissed him back. Feeling the warmth as they cuddled naked under the blankets,

"No," she whispered, "nap, food, and then condoms. I'm not done with you yet."