Spider-Woman Stays the Night

She was trying to put her mind away from the fact that she was not in her normal universe. A normal universe that she doubted she would ever go back to. A sharp inhale filled her lungs as she tried to put those thoughts out of her mind. The image of her dad and that gun.

“Make yourself at ‘ome,” Spider-Punk’s voice snapped Gwen out of her thoughts. The tall and lengthy man in a British-Punk version of the ‘Spider-Man’ uniform declared as he moved past her.

It was a rather simple apartment. A small space with a futon couch/bed set up in front of a small television, next to which was a PlayStation 3. The kitchen area was behind her and was surprisingly well-maintained and clean despite how this Spider-Man presented himself. He sat down on the couch, looking up at her from under his mask.

“S’only one bed, and not a whole lotta room,” Spider-Punk said. “But I can always sleep on the floor if you prefer.”

“No,” Gwen shook her head. “It’s fine, you’re doing more than enough for me.”

Gwen was not wearing her mask, but did have the hood of her suit up. She was still in her suit. The white and black uniform clung tightly to Gwen’s pear-shaped frame, which she’d begun to fill out now that she was hitting her early twenties, especially her lower half. The skintight spandex did little to contain or hide the two monumental ass cheeks that Gwen Stacy now had. The title of “PAWG” seemed to have been made for her, especially with the now-thicc set of thighs she sported to support them. Her breasts had grown as well (though she suspected that she had partially thiccened up due to dimension-hopping, which was known to cause some changes to the body as one's form tried to adjust to the new dimension they were in), and two impressive tits now pressed into her uniform, making it tighter still. They weren’t nearly as impressive as her ass, however. But Gwen’s overall physique hadn’t changed, still sporting an impressively cinched waist.

“You need somethin’ to change into?” Spider-Punk asked, gesturing with his rather large hands. He was tall and lean, well over six feet. Gwen was halfway between five and six.

“Uhhh, do you have clothes that’ll fit?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, no, mate, no worries, I got birds stayin’ ‘ere all the time,” Spider-Punk said, lifting off the couch and giving two-finger guns to Gwen. He crossed the room over to his closet, pulling the ever-shifting door open.

“Let’s see, let’s see,” He said, pushing stuff around. “‘ere we are.”

With a toss, the clothes flew high into the air. Gwen’s reflexes were fast, pressing down on the hidden button on her palm to activate her web-shooters, snatching the fresh fit out of the air. Her dainty fingers curled around the material as the webs evaporated. She looked down, surprised to find they were unchanged.

“Where’d you get these?” He asked.

“You think you’re the first runaway Spider-Person to crash ‘ere a few days?” Spider-Punk asked with a shrug. “I keep ‘em so you don’t have to worry ‘bout stuff shiftin’ on ya tits. Been told it feels weird. I wouldn’t know.” He gestured to his body, his form ever-shifting through different appearances and colour grades.

“Noted.” Gwen nodded slowly. She drank in his lanky physique, eyes stopping at his crotch, unable to tear her eyes away from the rather impressive bulge he was sporting.

Upside to the Spider-Society largely being male. Not a single Spider-Man knows how to properly hide their bulge Gwen thought. She had first observed that back when she was with Miles and Peter B. Parker during her first interdimensional expedition. Of course, she had paid far more attention to Miles’ bulge than Peter’s. Partially due to the age gap, partially due to her weird feelings towards being around ‘Peter’ at all, and partially due to her preferences. There was a reason she and her Peter never dated, after all.

She sauntered over to the bathroom, placed opposite the rather small closet and slipped inside. The door was shut and locked behind her, leaving Gwen alone in a rather cramped space. It was only now that she examined the clothes. A plaid red and grey skirt with a white button-up shirt. Some underwear as well, though Gwen could tell just from a glance that the bra wasn’t the right size. There were also some black socks and thigh-highs.

Classy … She thought as she examined her haul.

She stepped out a few minutes later, pressing her hands onto the skirt. It was a bit too small for Gwen’s new proportions, leaving the bottom part of her impressive, pale ass cheeks on display. She had rolled up the sleeves of the white button-up, leaving the top few buttons undone. Without the bra, it was obvious her pierced nipples were pressing into the material. The shirt was untucked, letting her impressive, flat stomach be seen, teasing at her six-pack. She had forgone the underwear, meaning a long enough stride would expose her pussy. Her web-shooters were still on her wrists.

“You have all your house guests dress like slutty private school girls?” She asked, pressing her hands onto the skirt, trying to will it to be longer. She looked to the couch, finding her host wasn’t there.

“I gave ya stockings,” Spider-Punk called, bringing Gwen’s attention around to the kitchen area where he was licking a knife clean. Whatever it was, Gwen couldn’t tell, as the colour palette and even composition of the spread kept changing.

“You gave me thigh-highs,” Gwen replied. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to dress me up first, something.” She flashed him a playful grin.

“Oh, my bad, bruv,” He said. “There’s some sweatpants in there as well, but they’re for men so they might not fit.”

“No, no, this is fine,” Gwen replied, pulling some of her blonde hair out of her face. She gave Spider-Punk a once-over, noticing that his large eyes were cast down just a bit. She grinned slightly, knowing exactly where he was looking. “So … you gonna sleep in that suit?”

“Well, can’ ‘ave you knowin’ my secret identity,” He replied, the lanky form lurching as he chuckled.

“Let me guess … Gwen replied. “Peter Parker?”

He chuckled again. “Oh, you real funny, lass. Nah, name’s ‘obie, ‘obie Brown.”

Gwen nodded. “Thanks for putting me up for the night, Hobie. My name’s Gwen.”

“Stacy?” He finished, cocking his head to the side. The lanky Spider-Man buried his large hands into the pockets of the spiked leather jacket he was wearing. “Ain’ you ‘posed to be the Spider’s bird in most timelines?”

“What?” Gwen asked. “No, Peter and I are just friends. Were … just friends.”

A hand emerged from the jacket, reaching up to the mask with the spiked mohawk. With a quick yank, it came off, revealing Spider-Punk’s face. Gwen’s eyes widened as she drank in a gorgeous, well-sculpted face with sharp, sunken cheekbones and a broad, flat nose. His colour scheme was shifting with the world around him, but every so often it returned to what Gwen assumed were his ‘natural’ colours, revealing a russet complexion. He had piercings above both his eyebrows, on his nose, on both ears and one of his lips. His hair, to her surprise, was a collection of thick, short wicks, jutting up from his head in every direction.

“How do you keep all that in your mask?” She asked, pointing up to his head.

“As easy as I keep my dick in my suit,” Hobie chuckled, tossing his mask down onto a nearby counter.

Gwen nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re a real charmer. I see why all your birds flew the coop.”

Hobie grinned, giving a sneering laugh at her statement. “I swear sa’casm is par’ of the power set from the bi’e.”

Gwen shrugged. “I would say my sense of humour is homegrown.”

Hobie shook his head, still smiling. “So, you wan’ food? I can order some’hin’.”

“Food's good, you got anything that is actually edible here?” Gwen grinned, taking a few steps closer to close the distance between them.

“Oh, I ge’ it, Bri’ish food,” Hobie rolled his eyes, picking up the landline phone. “I’ll have you know, the cuisine in my ‘verse is far more dog shi’ than you think.”

Gwen giggled, a proper smile on her face.

“See, loo’ at tha’!” Hobie grinned, pointing to Gwen with one hand and dialling a number by heart with the other. “Bird’s smilin’ already.”

Gwen looked down, the weight of what had happened over the last day or so finally starting to feel like it was lifting. Her eyes glanced at Hobie’s skinny jeans, taking in just how tight they were. The bulge he had was stupidly thick, and long too, practically coiling down his leg. The bottom-heavy PAWG bit her lip, feeling as her nipples stiffened in her small top.

I wonder what he meant about fitting his cock in his costume. I can see how big it is from here Gwen thought.

BEEP!

The sound of the phone hanging up brought her back to reality, bringing her gaze up quickly to try to hide what she had been staring at.

“Thir’y minutes out, but we got a pizza,” Hobie stated, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.

“Great!” Gwen exclaimed. “Thirty minutes isn’t too bad. Got anything to kill thirty minutes with?”

“How do people in your universe kill thir’y minutes?” Hobie asked, flashing her another wolfish grin.

Gwen took a few more steps forward, closing the distance between her and Hobie some more.

“Oh, there’s a real simple way to do it. Especially when you don’t want to think about anything for those thirty minutes,” Her hands came up, pressing into Hobie’s chest. He looked down at her, saying nothing as she pressed her chest against his.

She went up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. His large hands swung around, grabbing fistfuls of Gwen’s massive ass, right under the short skirt. Gwen let out a slight yelp against his kiss, feeling his still-gloved hands groping and kneading the massive, pale full moons like dough. He pulled the skirt up, exposing Gwen’s huge cheeks from behind.

“Bit forward,” Gwen said, breaking their kiss for a moment.

“You’re the one coming on to me,” Hobie replied. “I don’ ‘member saying yes to a kiss.”

“Are you saying no then?” Gwen bit her lip, flashing Hobie a seductive look.

His answer came in the form of a renewed kiss, their tongues colliding together. Pink appendages coiled around one another, pushing back and forth between their mouths. Hobie pulled away from the counter that he was leaning on, reaching out with a long arm to swipe at the countertop, making sure there was nothing there. He slid his other hand up to Gwen’s snatched waist, gripping her exposed back with his powers. Gwen let out a yelp as he effortlessly lifted her off her feet, dropping the PAWG down onto the countertop. He broke their kiss, dropping down between her plump thighs.

“Hey, what are yo-” Gwen’s question was cut off by an answer. Her head snapped backwards as Hobie’s tongue pressed against her cunt, diving into her twat. His strong, large hands gripped her thunderous thighs, kneading the pillowy pale things like they were nothing more than dough. Gwen arched her back, grinding her crotch up against Hobie’s face as he kissed her twat, pushing his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. Her hands went to his hair, grabbing hold of the wicks like they were joy sticks for a controller. Hobie grunted as he felt her spider strength grip on his hair, making his scalp sting. His impressive pink appendage dug deeper into her love tunnel, shocking Gwen with just how deep inside her he was getting.

Holy hell! The bottom-heavy blonde thought This tongue is massive! I just hope that dick is even bigger!

The prehensile tongue was shifting inside of Gwen, changing its appearance and texture. This was adding a whole new layer to the pleasure that Gwen had not anticipated. Not all of the forms of the tongue were pleasant; some of them turned the pink appendage into a paper-like material, which sent a shock up her spine that was not very sexy. None of the forms repeated, either, leaving Gwen to only guess what strange texture would grind up against her sensitive spots next. His lithe fingers gripped her plump thighs tightly, digits enveloped by her soft, clear skin.

“Ooooh~” Gwen cooed, pressing her plump lips together. “Oooh, fffffuck~”

Hobie didn’t slow down, driving his ever-shifting tongue as deep into Gwen’s snatch as it would go. The tip of his tongue licked at Gwen’s cervix, lapping at the barrier to her womb. Gwen’s eyes shot open, pink hearts burning brightly in her silvery-blue eyes. Her mouth fell open, jaw slack, cheeks stretched. Her tongue dropped, slapping against her chin as a thin strand of saliva rolled off the pink appendage. Her toes curled so hard they cracked.

KISS~! SMACK~! SMOOCH~! SMACK~! LICK~! KISS~! SMACK~! SMOOCH~! SMOOCH~! KISS~! LICK~! SMOOCH~!

Hobie’s grip on Gwen’s thighs tightened, trying to keep the bottom-heavy bitch from writhing around too much. Gwen’s head snapped backwards. Her pierced nipples were rigid, grinding up against the material of her shirt. The blonde lifted her hands off Hobie’s head, trying to keep some motor control as her nervous system began to short-circuit. Her fingers curled involuntarily as she fought her own body. She managed to wrap her fingers around the few done-up buttons of her top. One by one, with a great amount of focus from Gwen, working through the bombardment of pleasure she was experiencing, she managed to pry the buttons open, letting the rolled-up top fall aside and expose her decently sized breasts.

“Ohhhhh~” Gwen moaned, her head still rolling backwards. Both of her hands were gripping the edge of the countertop, her strength starting to crack the wood. Hobie’s tongue lapped at her most sensitive spots, guided mostly by how she reacted when his pink appendage slithered along against it. His tongue’s textures hadn’t bothered Gwen in nearly a minute. It seemed like his tongue was adapting to her desires, starting to repeat some of the shapes and textures that had gotten the biggest moans out of her.

Gwen was drawing haggard breaths, and sweat was beading down her skin all over. Her love tunnel tightened around Hobie’s tongue, slowing the British punk down a bit, but he wasn’t completely deterred. One of his big hands moved from Gwen’s plump, pillowy thighs. His thumb pressed against Gwen’s clit, sending another overwhelming wave of pleasure washing over the bottom-heavy slut’s body. Her skin was gooseflesh as arousal coursed through her veins like blood.

“Haaah~! Haaaah~! Haaaah~!” One of Gwen’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her eyelid fluttering shut as a result. Thick strands of drool were falling from her tongue like rain, splattering against her breasts. Her grip tightened on the edge of the countertop, splintering the treated wood as she lost control of her strength.

Hobie renewed his kiss on Gwen’s lower lip, driving his ever-shifting tongue deep into her twat. The tip of his pink appendage kissed against Gwen’s cervix again, licking and lapping at the barrier.

“Hobie~” Gwen moaned his name. “R-right there, Hobie~ Oh fuck, that tongue is getting sooooo deeeeep~!”

He moaned against her, sending the vibrations into her twat. Gwen’s whole form shuddered and shook.

CRACK~!!

The two pieces of countertop that Gwen had been holding snapped off in her hands. She dropped them to the floor and returned her hands to the massive wicks that made up Hobie’s hair. With an iron grip, Gwen began to grind her cunt against Hobie’s face, holding the British punk steady against her lower lips.

“I’m close~! I’m close~! I’m close~!” She whimpered, her eyes snapping shut as pleasure washed over her body in waves. Hobie’s thumb pressed into her clit, playing with it. His tongue’s form shifting, pressing against Gwen’s most sensitive spots as her cunt contracted more and more by the second.

Gwen’s breathing was erratic, trying to deal with the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her body.

“Ahhhhhhhh~!” She exclaimed. Her cunt contracted around Hobie’s tongue, compressing the ever-shifting appendage. Hobie’s mouth was flooded as Gwen’s cunt erupted with haphazard sprays of squirt. The British punk wasted little time in drinking it all down, though plenty of it was spilling from her mouth and running down his chin, or splattering onto his chest directly. The squirt was clingy, grabbing hold of whatever surface it touched first and staying there. Hobie swallowed hard, forcing it down his throat. A slight bulge formed in his stomach from the sheer volume of squirt he had ingested. Gwen’s whole body was writhing like Hobie’s tongue was a live wire. Her thunderous thighs pulled up, bending her legs as she screamed her way through the intense orgasm. Hobie felt the grip of her hands on his hair tighten, yanking hard and making his scalp sting. His massive dick was rigid in his suit, pounding hard against the material, begging to be let out.

He planted a parting kiss on Gwen’s pussy as he pulled back, admiring the sight of her soaked thighs and the streaks of squirt that had run down the side of the counter.

“How’s that for killin’ time?” He commented with a grin.

Gwen was splayed out on the narrow countertop, her head hanging off the other side. Her whole body was covered in sweat, and her limbs felt numb.

The blonde let out a chuckle, a giddy smile on her still-red face. “I doubt that was thirty minutes.”

He returned her smile, his mouth glistening with her sex. “Yeah, you righ’.”

“I’ll admit,” Gwen said, looking flustered as she drew in haggard breaths. “That tongue does do more than just make sarcastic comments.”

Hobie let out a chuckle. He pushed off his knees and got to his feet, reminding Gwen just how tall her was. The blonde had to tilt her head back to stare up at his ever-shifting face. A whimper escaped her mouth as she bit her lip. Her oversensitive twat was drooling all over the countertop beneath her. Her nipples were rigid under her shirt, poking against the material. He took a single step towards her, closing the distance. His big hands came up, caressing Gwen’s face. She melted at his touch, her entire body relaxing.

“So, go’ any other ways to kill thir’y minutes?” He asked, looking straight into her eyes. Gwen’s hand came up, grabbing hold of Hobie’s thin wrist.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” She replied. She arched her back and craned her neck, closing the distance between their lips. Another passionate embrace as their tongues fought for dominance. Gwen could taste herself on Hobie’s pink appendage. Her breathing was frantic and shallow as arousal coursed through her veins like blood. Her Spider Senses were telling her that Hobie was hard. She could practically see how thick and long his massive cock was, even with her eyes shut. The texture of Hobie’s tongue changed. It seemed his body had learned what she liked, as nothing unpleasant made itself known. Their kiss broke again, with two strands of saliva connecting their lips. The first, on their upper lips, bowed only slightly. The second, connecting their bottom lips, dipped down to their chins.

“So … care to share those ideas?” Hobie asked with a cocksure attitude. Gwen let out a giggle, bit her lip hard. The pink hearts in her eyes were burning brightly.

“Sure, go sit down,” Gwen requested.

Hobie twisted his head around, scanning his apartment. He spotted the futon couch behind him. A few long strides straight backwards without turning around, and he was there. He looked over at Gwen, locking eyes with the bottom-heavy blonde, and sat down on the couch.

“And here I thought punks didn’t like to do what they’re told,” Gwen chuckled. Her hands pressed onto the countertop and propelled her off the ledge.

CLAP~!!

Gwen’s monumental mounds of ass flesh collided together as she hit the ground. Her skirt was now hiked up around her hips, doing nothing at all to cover her sopping wet cunt or her colossal cheeks. She didn’t care. She leaned into it, approaching Hobie with an exaggerated sway in her hips. Hobie leaned back on the seat, spreading his arms on the upper part of the cushions. Gwen reached Hobie and dropped into his lap, grinding her massive ass and drooling cunt against the pant leg that contained his rigid erection.

Her hand went to his chest, and she leaned in close for another kiss. “Your birds always treat you this kind for the hospitality?”

“A few,” Hobie nodded. His hand came around, grabbing a handful of Gwen’s massive cheeks. The blonde-haired whore moaned. His massive palms and long fingers were more than enough to grab her full, shapely cheek. Gwen couldn’t keep the moans from falling out of her lips. Whatever agency she had had in this encounter quickly disappeared. She began to grind her crotch against his leg, feeling the subtle pulse of his cock beneath the cloth.

“But it’s never been this hospi’able,” Hobie continued.

Gwen’s arms wrapped around Hobie’s neck, their faces only inches apart.

“Well, I thought it’s only right I show my gratitude for staying here,” She replied.

KISS~! SMACK~! SMACK~! SMOOCH~! MUWAH~! KISS~! SMACK~! KISS~! SMACK~! SMOOCH~! KISS~! SMOOCH~!

Gwen whimpered as Hobie’s fingers kneaded and groped her ass cheeks like the soft dough they were. His pants, ever-shifting, were starting to stain with her arousal, drooling from her twat. Arousal was coursing through her veins like blood, and her skin was gooseflesh. Their kisses grew more and more frantic until finally Gwen pulled back.

“I want to suck your cock~” She whispered with a heady breath into Hobie’s pierced ears. His response wasn’t verbal. Gwen felt as his huge cock bucked beneath her with nearly enough force to lift her into the air.

“By all means, love,” Hobie replied. “‘elp yourself.”

Gwen scrambled backwards off Hobie’s lap, dropping into a squat in front of him. His long, spindly legs spread apart. Gwen’s eyes were completely transfixed on the sight of the massive bulge in his jeans, pulling hard on the material and straining the stitching. Her hands went to the buckle, undoing it, the zipper, and the button. Hobie lifted his crotch, allowing Gwen to slide his pants down. As she did that, he pulled off his top, leaving him completely nude.

Gwen’s head shunted backwards quickly as the massive cock sprang up, nearly uppercutting the bottom-heavy blonde if not for her Spider Sense. The huge cock jutted straight up like the main mast of a ship. It was longer than Hobie’s chest, reaching up to around his chin in height. The tip was covered in a foreskin, hiding the prized head from sight. Gwen’s blue eyes were wide with lust, pink hearts burning in the pupils. Her hand moved forward, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, just barely capable of getting her digits to touch tips with how girthy it was. She slowly began to pump her hand up and down the several-foot-long shaft of gorgeous dark meat. She licked her lips hungrily.

“Thin’ you can even swallow it all?” Hobie asked. “Few birds can.”

“I’m not just a bird,” Gwen replied as she leaned forward, letting her tongue fall from her mouth. Her pink appendage flattened itself against the broadside of Hobie’s cock, making the punk moan in pleasure, throwing his head back. “I’m a bunny~”

She ran her tongue up the shaft, slowly, letting him savour the sensation as she painted the underside of his cock with her saliva. A long, breathy moan escaped Gwen’s lips, making Hobie shudder. She let out a giggle of self-satisfaction, a wide grin forming on her face.

“What’s wrong, punk?” She asked playfully. “Where’s all the Spider-enhanced endurance that all the Peters brag about. I thought Spider-Men were supposed to be experts at breeding Gwens.”

That seemed to rile him up in particular. His long, thin cock bucked in her hand, trying to escape the spider’s grasp she had on it. She managed to tame the bucking black beast, bringing the bulbous tip to her pouty lips. She pulled lightly on his shaft, making the foreskin shrink away from her prize.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She teased. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, playfully teasing his tip. She scooped the drop of pre-seed from his piss slit, savouring the taste as it rolled over her tongue. She felt her senses heighten as the taste of dick spit washed down her throat. Her already heightened senses grew more potent. She inhaled sharply, filling her lungs with the scent of his cock. Her cunt was drooling desperately between her lips, begging for something bigger than Hobie’s (admittedly quite skilled) tongue to be in her.

Gwen didn’t waste another moment. She plunged forward, swallowing nearly half of the massive rod of cock. Her throat bulged wildly as the long, black dick disappeared into her pouty lips. She sputtered, spittle erupting from her briefly blown-out lips. The gargantuan rod bucked, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Hobie hissed, throwing his head back as pleasure washed over his body.  His hand was on her gorgeous blonde hair. With a vicious yank, Gwen felt her head being pulled back towards the bulbous tip. Gwen swallowed hard, constricting her already quite tight throat around the pulsing cock, stopping her forced accent. She flexed her muscles in her neck, refusing to let another inch of delicious dick leave her. Her tongue coiled around the massive member, lathering it in spittle and worship. Hobie let his grip on her hair lighten. Gwen plunged back down, swallowing passed the halfway mark, nearly reaching his base.

“Fuck!” Hobie declared, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

SUCC! GULP! GULP! GULP! SUCC! SWALLOW! GLUKK! GLUKK! SUCC! GULP! SWALLOW! SUCC! GULP! SUCC!

Gwen’s head was a blur as she began to bob her head up and down the shaft rapidly, worshipping every inch of black skin in her white mouth. Her hands were on Hobie’s thin but muscular legs, gripping them tightly. The bottom-heavy blonde was in a proper thot squat, arching her back to make her already gargantuan ass cheeks look even bigger. She began to gyrate and shake her hips, using some of the momentum her upper half was building up to shake her lower half.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The taste was making Gwen’s mind melt. The throbbing veins pounded against the inside of her windpipe, completely clogged by the girth of his shaft. The ever-shifting texture of his cock was nearly overwhelming. Skin, plastic, silicone, metal, skin, silicone, skin, metal.

It’s like a dick and a dildo all at the same time! Gwen thought. Her eyes fluttered shut, trying to better focus on sucking deep. She hollowed out her cheeks. The massive member bucked inside of Gwen’s throat, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Gwen was ready, moving with the cock.

“Damn,” Hobie hissed. “Real exper’, aren’t you? Suckin’ dick ain’ part ‘a the Spider powers. You learn tha’ on ya own?”

“Mmmmmmmhmmmm~” Gwen purred back, vibrating the massive shaft in her mouth. Hobie shuddered, his legs moving together as a wave of pleasure washed over his body. Like Gwen, his Spider Senses were being heightened by the pleasure he was experiencing, making everything seem even sharper to him. The sensation of Gwen’s skilled mouth on his long cock was making his nervous system short-circuit. His hands leapt into the air, fingers curling. He let out a long moan of pleasure that was pure bliss to Gwen’s ears.

Oooooh~ This cock is driving me wild~ And my mouth is making him go crazy~ Gwen thought But I’m not just going to suck dick all night~ I’ve got another fifteen minutes to kill~

She began to retreat up Hobie’s cock, parting with inch after inch of the long black cock. She was kissing every inch goodbye, lathering the dick with spittle and worship as her tongue washed away any dick debris from their oral encounter. Her lips dragged behind her face, giving her a vacuum-like sucking appearance. Her eyes had rolled deep into her head, with rheumy liquids running from her eyes and bubbling in her nose. Her cunt was drooling on the floor, creating a small puddle between her toes.

POP!!

The meaty cock escaped her lips, lurching through the air, glistening with a new spit-shine coating. Several thin strands of saliva connected the massive member to Gwen’s lips.

“Jaw hur’?” Hobie teased, a smirk on his face.

“You wish,” Gwen replied. Her hand raised, massaging her jaw. “I think it’s only fair your cock get to meet my pussy. We’ve already kissed each other hello.”

“I like the sound ‘a that,” Hobie replied. “Hop on.”

“Oooh,” Gwen purred, rising to her feet. “I can tell you’re used to having your dick ridden.”

“In more ways than one,” Hobie replied. “But I can tell this ain’ the firs’ black cock you bounced that ass on, little bunny.”

The word sent a wave of pleasure across Gwen’s body. Her legs were suddenly like jelly, begging the bottom-heavy slut to drop to her knees again. Her hands were shaking as she began to strip the last of her clothes, revealing her body fully to Hobie. His cock twitched, lurching slightly back and forth as it jutted up into the air between him and Gwen. The pear-shaped blonde’s eyes never left the bulbous, long cock. Her lips parted slightly, with a line of drool falling from her bottom lip. Her whole body was trembling with anticipation.

“So … you ready to take a ride?” Hobie asked, trying to regain some composure. His whole body felt warm as he gazed at the gorgeous, soft skin of the bottom-heavy blonde. The inside of her thighs was slick with her arousal, staining the pillowy legs.

Gwen’s hands went up, pressing into her the buttons that activated her web-shooters (the only thing the slut was still wearing). With a quick tug on the faux-webbing, the PAWG pulled herself into the air.

CLAP!!

Her cheeks collided together as she left the ground, dangling into the air above the long, thin shaft of Hobie’s massive black cock. Gwen looked down, letting out a whimper and biting her lip as she eyed the bulbous head of her prize. Hobie’s long fingers curled around his shaft, proving to have plenty of room to spare. He stroked himself a few times.

“Whenever you're ready, luv,” He said with a grin, looking up to meet Gwen’s eyes. They were glazed over with lust, bright with arousal. Gwen pressed her web-shooters again, lowering herself towards Hobie while maintaining a perfect split. Her plump lips kissed the spongy tip of Hobie’s cock, pre-cum drooling from his slit.

“Oooh~” Gwen purred.

“Oh, already metlin’?” Hobie chuckled. His huge hands moved away from his cock and up to Gwen’s soft, meaty thighs. “I ain’ even inside yet~”

“Guess all that teasing has me ready for the main course,” Gwen replied, biting her lip and showing off the gap in her front teeth.

Hobie pushed on Gwen’s thighs as she pressed the button on her web-shooters again. The thick head of Hobie’s huge black cock disappeared into Gwen’s tight snatch, making both Spider People shudder.

Soooooo big~ Gwen purred as her face flushed with arousal. She had nearly a foot of the huge cock inside of her, pressing against every sensitive spot in her love tunnel with its thick, pounding veins. Hobie’s grip on her thighs was vise-tight now, his long, thin fingers enveloped in her soft skin, disappearing from sight.

Gwen’s webbing snapped as she dropped onto the couch in a perfect split. The tip of Hobie’s cock surged deep into Gwen, burying itself up to her cervix, which it collided with hard. Gwen threw her head backwards, arching her back from the impact.

“Aaaah~” she moaned.

CLAP~!!

Her massive ass cheeks collided together again, wobbling and shaking after the initial impact. One of Hobie’s hands left Gwen’s thighs, reaching behind her back to grab a fistful of her colossal cake.

“Damn, lot of meat back there, huh?” Hobie commented as he kneaded and squeezed her cheeks like dough. “You need all this paddin’ for somethin’?”

Gwen’s hands cupped Hobie’s ever-shifting face, feeling the different textures that were his skin. The shape and texture of his cock was moving around inside her too, sending waves of pleasure cascading across her body as his dick became silicone, steel, rough, then back to flesh.

“I need all that ass so I can tell bad guys to kiss it!” Gwen replied.

Before Hobie could get another word in, Gwen planted a passionate kiss on his lips. The massive cock inside of Gwen bucked in response, battering her soft innards with its ever-shifting form. Gwen began to twerk and shake her hips, making her ass cheeks wobble and shake against Hobie’s hands.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her movements were soft, just enough to entice Hobie. His hands retreated to her hips, taking hold of them. Her waistline was so snatched that he was able to interlace the tips of his fingers. Gwen let out a soft moan of pleasure as Hobie held her midriff tight, moving her up and down on his cock. Gwen moaned against Hobie’s lips, their tongues jousting together in a passionate, sloppy display. His huge cock was pressing against all the right spots inside of Gwen, the thick veins pounding inside of her, competing with her heartbeat. Pleasure was washing over Gwen’s body, her already heightened senses dialled up to the most acute they had ever been. The bottom-heavy blonde could hear the load of cum churning in Hobie’s huge nuts. It was turning her on.

All of that ball batter for me~ She thought I wonder if it’s also going to change texture? I wonder if it’ll change texture inside me~! Oooh, that would feel so strange! But … I really want to feel it! Cum changing texture in my womb~

Gwen picked up her pace, taking a bit of control back from Hobie as she rode him a bit harder. The British punk was not prepared for that, moaning against Gwen’s mouth. His massive cock engorged slightly, growing a bit thicker as the bulbous head expanded and fired off a dense shot of pre-seed. Much to Gwen’s delight, it was shifting, but not its texture. The pre-cum was clingy, sticking to whatever surface it hit first, and the temperature changed as it did.

“Ooooh~” Gwen shuddered, her thighs shunting together as her body reacted to the strange sensation.

“I ge’ that a lo’,” Hobie chuckled, a wide grin on his face.

“From your birds?” Gwen purred, a giddy smile on her face.

“Well, good thin’ you ain’t a bird, little bunny,” Hobie replied.

“Fuuuuck~” Gwen moaned, bouncing up and down on Hobie’s cock with a bit more enthusiasm. “Say that again~”

CLAP~!!

Hobie grabbed both of Gwen’s massive ass cheeks, making the blonde PAWG yelp. Her face had turned a shade of crimson, pure blush, as she found the tall, lean Brit staring her dead in the eyes, using his height to match where her face was. The textures and colours of his form were shifting second by second.

“You’re gonna take this dick like a good little bunny,” Hobie stated in a stern, dominating voice that sent a shiver up Gwen’s spine. Drool was falling from her pouty lips. All the slutty PAWG could do was nod.

“I’m a goooooood bunny~” Gwen moaned, throwing her head back as she lost herself in the pleasure. “I’m a goooooood bunny~!”

Her whole body lurched backwards, falling towards the coffee table. The blonde PAWG’s arms were flung up over her head, catching the edge of the table with her gripping fingers. Gwen’s face twisted up into an expression of pure pleasure: gnashed teeth, pinched skin, shut eyes. The bulge in her tiny, ab-covered stomach was jutting upwards, rising out of her body and pulling her skin taut. Hobie was sitting up now, no longer letting her ride on his lap. He was pounding into her hard, holding her splayed, jiggling thighs tightly.

“Right there~ Yessssss~” Gwen moaned. “Right there~ Right there~! Fuuuuck, give me that big black cock~!”

Hobie grunted as his massive member shot off another wad of pre-seed, clinging to Gwen’s slick love tunnel. She was squeezing tighter and tighter around him with the kind of grip only a Spider-Person could achieve.

PLAP~!! PLAP~!! WHAP~!! STUFF~!! POUND~!! PLAP~!! MASH~!! MASH~!! PLAP~!! WHAP~!! STUFF~!! MASH~!! PLAP~!!

Gwen’s eyes rolled deep into the back of her head, and her entire face was flushed red with arousal.

“Deeper~! Deeper~! Fffff-fuck my wooooomb~!” She moaned.

Hobie picked up his pace, pounding into Gwen harder than he had yet. The bottom-heavy blonde’s bottom half was up in the air now as Hobie stood on his tall, thin legs, using gravity to assist in his thrusts. The bulbous, spongy tip of his ever-shifting cock kept pounding against her cervix, threatening to leave permanent dents inside the PAWG slut. Gwen’s fingertips slipped, just for a moment, nearly sending her towards the floor. Hobie sensed this, pausing for a moment, looking down at the blonde bunny with concern.

“Don’t stop!” Gwen roared. “I said fuck! My! Womb!”

The pear-shaped slut wrapped her thunderous thighs around Hobie’s thin waist, leg-locking him with her ultra-plump, pillowy legs. One hand reached up, pressing on her web shooter. The sticky string stuck to the ceiling. Gwen pulled on the string with considerable strength, ensuring it would hold her weight.

Perfect the blonde slut, though, licking her lips. She left the coffee table behind, grabbing onto the web string with both hands.

“You got something in your ears, Hobie?” Gwen purred, smiling at him with a lust-filled gaze. “I need that big yummy cockhead in my fucking baby chamber.”

Hobie’s cock reacted for him, hardening and thickening inside of Gwen, drooling pre-cum into her love tunnel.

“That’s more like it~” Gwen moaned.

Hobie’s huge, strong hands grabbed Gwen’s slutty, soft waist. The blonde shuddered, shaking a bit as she felt his fingers curling against her clear, squishy skin. Hobie pulled back as far as her leg-lock would allow and thrust forward. It was a powerful, direct movement.

Gwen’s cervix didn’t stand a chance, letting the bulbous head through, finally, deep into Gwen. The British punk bottomed out inside of her as his spongy tip kissed her innermost wall.

“Ahhhh~!” Gwen moaned, shaking and writhing on Hobie as if his cock were a live wire inside of her. Her toes curled so hard they cracked as a tidal wave of squirt splattered against Hobie’s crotch and fell to the floor as if someone had just emptied a bucket.

“Deep enough for you?” Hobie asked, a cocksure smile on his face.

“Y-yeah,” Gwen replied, her arms shaking as her grip on the web-string was now in question. “De-definitely deeeeeep enough~”

Hobie sured up his grip on Gwen’s waist and began to thrust again, a steady rhythm, letting Gwen adjust. His tip never fully escaped her womb, partially because Hobie wasn’t entirely sure he could get back in there. The ever-shifting surface sensations of Hobie’s cock were doing extra damage to Gwen now that she was in the afterglow of such an intense orgasm. Her cunt was overstimulated, and the feelings of flesh and silicone and steel and everything else were making her mind melt.

“Haaah~! Haaaah~! Haaaaah~!” One of Gwen’s eyes fluttered shut; her jaw was slack, stretching her lips as her tongue hung against her cheek. Every thrust made her tighter and wetter than before. Hobie was using far more of his strength than he had expected to even move his cock a single inch.

“Cuuuuuuum~” Gwen moaned. “Cummmmmm~”

“Where you wan’ it?” Hobie asked with a grin, already knowing the answer.

“Innnnnnssssssssssiiiiiide~” Gwen mewled. “Innnnnn~ Innnnn~ In my wooooomb~”

“Far be i’ from me to tell a lady no,” Hobie replied. He sured up his grip on Gwen’s thighs and thrust forward, burying his cock to the base inside of Gwen. The bulbous tip erupted with a massive spray of sticky, clinging rope. It slammed into Gwen’s womb and stayed there, gripping tightly to whatever surface it found first, or to itself. Gwen’s stomach began to swell as rope after rope of Hobie’s cum found a new home in Gwen’s cum dumpster of a cunt. The British punk gnashed his teeth together, enjoying every single moment of his orgasm. Gwen was as well, letting out a long, pitched coo of pleasure as her lips pushed into a tight o-shape.

“There’s sooooooo much~” Gwen moaned.

“Take i’ people don’ cum like this where you’re from?” Hobie asked.

“Noooooo~” Gwen moaned. She picked her head up, sweat running down her gorgeous, glowing skin. “I love it~”

“Most birds do,” Hobie replied.

“Not a bird,” Gwen purred, biting her lip. She let go of the web-string on the ceiling and wrapped her arms around Hobie’s neck and thin shoulders. “Bunny.”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Gwen and Hobie both turned their heads to the door.

“Fifteen minutes is up,” Gwen realised.

“You wanna get the door, or shall I?” Hobie asked with a chuckle.