A few hours from now Gwen Stacy will look back at this moment and hate herself.
It was seven in the evening, the sun had set, New York was bathed in neon lights. The famous Spider Woman, now going by Ghost Spider, has had a successful patrol stopping two muggers, a runaway car-jacker and the bodega bandit within the last hour. A productive day of heroics. And what was she doing now? Breaking the law.
Well, technically she wasn't actually breaking any laws but she should definitely be locked up for what she's actually doing. Possibly in a mental institution. How crazy and horny must I be? That was the question she kept asking herself as she continued to stare into the window on the fifth floor of the apartment building she was currently hanging from. She was upside down hanging from a web, her feet together in that classic spider pose she'd discovered every Spider-Man and woman does. She did it without thinking, her subconscious sending her hands and arms through the motions. Web shot, lowered into position, eyes looking through the parted curtains into the dimly lit bedroom. The only bright side was Gwen was obscured from street view because the window overlooked the alley. All she had to hope was the neighbour behind her didn't have reason to look out their window.
She couldn't feasibly explain how she came to be in this situation. She was swinging by on her way home when her spider sense went off. Or rather she thought it had. She landed on a nearby ledge and heard someone screaming from the apartment. Afraid someone was in trouble she hopped down onto her web and lowered into position to scope the situation. Rather than an intruder breaking in or a domestic getting out of had she found herself looking into the bedroom and witnessing a young couple having sex on the bed. But this wasn't just ordinary sex, these two were completely naked and getting really experimental, swapping positions and using toys. Clearly they intended to make a night of it. And they were both very attractive people in Gwen's opinion. It was clear she'd made an embarrassing mistake and should just swing on.
But instead she stayed and watched.
It got even worse when she started touching herself.
I must be insane Gwen's mind screamed as her free hand drew a line up the front of her costume, starting at her neck and traveling along her stomach to her crotch. The symbiotic suit she had adopted followed her silent instruction and opened up like as if unzipped, revealing her small perky breasts and moist loins to the open air. Why had she forgotten to wear underwear? Before Gwen could stop herself she was fondling her tits in sensual circles, pinching her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Her breath got hot inside her mask, hiding her red embarrassed face. Her eyes stayed glued to the sexy hot couple fucking in the bedroom. She heard the lady behind her lover to make her pregnant. Gwen nearly lost her grip on the webbing.
"Don't cum just yet" she said quietly, both to herself and the man inserting his long penis into the woman's pussy. The sight of his extraordinary manhood man Gwen drool, wishing she could be in there with them. How would she explain it? Hi, I was just swinging by and saw you through the window. Mind if I join? Sounded like a crazy superhero porno movie. She bit her lip holding back a moan as her fingers found her pulsing clit, rubbing her pussy slowly soaking her hand. She quickly glanced around the alley checking that nobody was watching her masturbate to the couple fucking in the apartment. New York knows who Ghost Spider is, so if she get caught they know who to call. My dad!
That thought should've been enough to snap her out of this madness and convince her to run home before he got back. Instead in enticed her to plunge two fingers into her sex. "Fuck" she moaned softly, following along to the horny couple as they screamed and begged to finish. The woman was on top of the man riding him like a cowgirl, her big tits flapping in the air. The man's hips thrust rapidly, moving faster and faster. Gwen moved her hand at the same pace, feeling her loins burning for release. She was going to cum. She wanted to cum at the same moment they did. It was going to be close. Don't make a sound!
"YES!" The woman in the apartment screamed at the moment of climax. Her head flew back at the same instant the man slammed her hips down upon him, his cock sinking deep into her body filling her womb. He groaned loudly alongside her. They didn't hear Gwen gasp outside their window as she came just after them, her orgasm less chaotic but sending an equally satisfying buzz through her brain.
"Oh yes" Gwen agreed, a loopy grin on her face under the mask as sticky liquid dropped down her front. Her pussy quivered, her soaking fingers smearing the cum over her chest. "Oh, I needed that" Gwen remarked savouring the sweet release. She had to admit it had been a while since she'd let herself have some fun, relieve some sexual tension. Superheroing was stressful work. She needed to relax more.
Either from the thrill of getting away with being a peeping Tom or from the incredible burst of pleasure, Gwen Stacy was thrown completely off guard when her suit suddenly started acting on its own.
As she hung upside down she felt something brush over the cum leaking over her stomach, sending goosebumps across her flesh. But when she looked she discovered it was a slim white tentacle that had grown from her suit and was wiping up the fluid. She almost didn't say anything, still distracted buythe sensual high of her orgasm, but then she felt more slither around her body inside her suit to caress her.
"What they hell!" She suddenly cried out, her brain snapping back into the correct gear to realize how weird this was. Her hand let go of the web and she slipped down the wall before she caught herself, sticking to the wall before she hit the alley below. She inhaled sharply staring down at herself only to find the tentacles gone and the suit had covered herself back up. She exhaled slowly looking around. Nobody had seen her freak out.
Did I just imagine that or did my suit just try to molest me?
Thinking about what she thought she saw the symbiote doing to her seemed to set it back off again, several feelers probing underneath her costume nervously. They homed in on a couple of sensitive areas making her gasp in surprise and softly moan in pleasure. Holy shit my costume is making me horny again. Wait! How is it doing that? And why am I getting turned on by this?
Gwen couldn't help but enjoy the relaxing sensations, her hands drifting back to her crotch sensing her pussy getting wet again. Then she realized she was still rather exposed so decided to push that horny teenager part of her brain back until she got back to her house. She leapt out of the alley and swung home as fast as her powers let her, the only hinder acne being the symbiote suit still molesting her along the way.
She slipped into her bed room and immediately called out for her dad. She hoped he was still working late and the lack of response seemed to confirm it. Not taking any chances she locked her door and bolted the window. Her dad knew she was ghost spider but the last thing she wanted was for him to walk in on her right now. Best case scenario he could catch her masturbating under the bed covers like last time (and embarrassing moment for them both). Worse case…she wasn't even sure what worse case might be.
"Okay…er, costume" Gwen said hesitantly pulling her hood down and yanking off her mask. She knew the suit was alive but still fell into the habit of treating it like her old costume. The mask melted into her outfit so she assumed no harm no foul. She stood awkwardly in the middle of her bedroom, music posters lining the walls, switching on a desk lamp after hurriedly closing the curtains. "You seem to have quite the reaction when I get horny. Is this a conscious thing I'm getting you to do or are you suddenly developing sentience. If so, are you trying to mate with me like some…alien being…" she realized that train of through was more terrifying so settled to focus on the other theory. "If I'm still controlling you, them I'm the one asking you to touch me in all these places. So… first make sure I am in control."
Standing still Gwen closed her eyes and willed the costume to retract and morph into her street clothes. They obeyed. Then she told it to change to her pyjamas, which it did. Finally she had it retract all together leaving her completely naked. The suit peeled away soaking into her skin, leaving her petite teenage body on full display. "Good" she nodded satisfied.
She sat down onto the bed and thought about why it might have acted up. If I am still in control then I must've subconsciously willed the suit to touch me. And now I'm all horny and going to have to masturbate anyway. What if I could get it to go further? Gwen hadn't considered the implications of using her symbiote to get herself off. Would it hurt? Could it have disastrous consequences? She really should consult someone smarter than her. Track down doctor Brock or ask reed Richards. Or I could just fuck myself and see what happens.
Gwen was so horny she decided to throw caution to the wind and see where the night took her. Leaning back against some pillows she got to work fingering herself, rubbing her sensitive clit and immediately pushing two slick fingers into her core. Her other hand began massaging her right boob and tweaking her nipple, making her break out in Goosebumps. After a couple of minutes she was starting to sweat as her body rose in temperature, by which point by some unconscious trigger her costume began to reform around her. She looked down to find the suit crawling up her thighs and down her arms, felt it slithering over her back but not taking the form of her spider suit. Instead it was just a white and black mass covering her skin stretching feelers out to snake closer to the more pleasurable parts of her body. She didn't try to stop them this time. She wanted to see what her suit might do to her.
That proved to be an adventurous and exhilarating experience and soft tendrils coiled around her body to caress her tenderly, each stroke making her hum gently. Small feelers looped around her wrist to toy with her clit leaving her room to thrust into her vagina further, adding two more fingers to the hungry opening. Another tentacle circled her left breast mirroring her right hands motions on its twin, squeezing her mound and coiling around the erect nipple until she giggled. Hoping she still had some control Gwen looked at the playful tendril and willed it to crow a mouth and suck her tit like a baby, screaming in joy when it did.
Her back arched off the bed as she felt her walls clench around her hand, the climax catching her by surprise. She rocked against the mattress riding out her orgasm with sweaty satisfaction but refused to remove her hand. She didn't want the pleasure to end. She closed her eyes and moaned more frantically, seeking a second climax just as strong as the first. The suit reacted to her bodies actions and brought forth more tentacles to molest her, stroking her muscles and skin more thoroughly. A tender length circled around her neck to lick her cheek, nuzzling against her face drifting towards her open mouth. She didn't resist as it snaked it's way inside. In fact she welcomed it, wrapping her lips around the tentacle to suck on it like a lollipop. Down below Gwen's fingers had slipped out of her pussy dripping with juices, her focus distracted by the white cock in her mouth, leaving room for a sneaky tendril to slither along her palm and into her pussy in their place. Gwen gasped as she was penetrated, her hips swallowing the length driving it deep inside her.
Gwen fell back against the bed staring up at the ceiling taking two tentacle cocks at once. The white tentacle in her throat was slow and gentle letting her savour it with her tongue inside her mouth. The thicker black tendril in her pussy was rougher and harder, pounding her sex sending sparks up her spine. She was enjoying every moment of the experience. She was enjoying it so much her hands were no longer doing much of anything. One hovered over her vagina stroking the tentacle originating from her palm, the other lay on her stomach letting the suit suck her tits free of interference. She felt like she could lay there for hours and let the sentient costume have its way with her. It had been too long with some kind of cock inside her, she was in no hurry to make it leave.
After a short while Gwen felt the familiar urge building in her core, a steady thrum indicating she was on her way to an orgasm. The jolt of excitement made her and the suit double their efforts, eager to bring the night to an explosive climax. She rolled onto her front leaning on her elbows, her small boobs resting below her on the bed still coiled by tentacles milking her tits. She wondered how old she needed to be before her boobs would start producing milk for them to drink. She forgot the answer almost immediately as the tentacle in her pussy was joined by a second growing from the back of her thigh. Her core was stretched around two thick black and white cocks as she released a muffled scream, nearly biting through the length pushing further down her throat effectively fucking her face. She rubbed her clit alongside the pounding tentacles sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was so close. The cherry of the cake came when a fresh slimy tentacles expanded from her tailbone and licked between her rosy cheeks, teasing the virgin rosebud that was just begging to be violated. Gwen sent a mental order for her costume to fuck her in the ass. It was happy to obey.
Now getting pounded in all three holes Gwen felt like little more than an aliens fuck-toy rocking against the bed, her body sweating madly as the symbiote cocks were coated in cum and saliva. She could feel the big moment building, moaning frantically as the suit fucked her faster and harder, alternating its thrusts until she was in a constant state of shivering euphoria. The final thrust came and she lost it. Her mind went white as her senses overloaded with joy and wonder, her holes crushing the tentacles inside her squeezing whatever gift they had to share with her.
For a second she remembered it was just a suit, it wasn't a real living being and so couldn't produce sperm or cum to impregnate her with. She almost felt disappointed until the suit did something rather unexpected. Gwen came tremendously, squirting fluids all over her invading cocks. In turn the lengths absorbed her cum and distributed it throughout the many tentacles fucking her and suddenly fed it back to her just as forcefully. Four different tips ejaculated inside her filling her with her own juices, coating her ass and pussy and throat. Gwen's eyes widened in surprised, then glazed over as she drank the sweet gift hungrily. She felt the fluid enter her womb and chuckled at the notion of knocking herself up. I love this costume.
The orgasm lasted five minutes, a cycle of cuming and receiving and cuming again until Gwen's body fell still and limp collapsing in a statistic heap. The symbiote retracted leaving the teenage girl empty and naked on the mattress. She swallowed down the last of her cum and saliva before rolling onto her back, wiping her brow with her forearm staring at the ceiling. "Wow. I didn't know it could do that" she said to herself in a sticky mess. She wondered what else it could do that she wasn't aware of yet. Naughty possibilities entered her brain making her loins ache.
I should look into it tomorrow, she thought lazily pulling the covers over her body and falling against the pillow. Now I need to sleep. I just fucking myself is more exhausting that I thought it'd be. Gwen's eyelids fell closed as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of many tentacles and many other naughty things for the rest of the night.
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