Spider-Man: Lust

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After getting some sleep after meeting Betty and Pepper. With a fresh head, I contacted Anya. As if making arrangements with Betty, and she asked to escort herself from work. That's how I found myself in front of one of the Stark Industries establishments where the young geniuses and the future of our planet were meeting.

I met Anya Carason, a brown-haired woman of Hispanic descent, in the early stages of my enrolment. Despite her stroppy nature, although from the outside we seemed like a cat and a dog to everyone, we managed to get along somehow. So I'd like to ask for her help in getting information from the Shield system about me and the people who essentially forced me to sleep with Yuriko.

If anyone can know, it's Shields-

- Hey, handsome, who are you waiting for? - suddenly clapped me on the shoulder.

- You An-... - I turned round, trying to act friendly, and was greeted by hair that wasn't brown at all.

- Pepper's name doesn't start with 'Ahn,' does it? - Instead of Ani, it was a woman with pinkish eyes that looked at me over red cheeks.

- I didn't know you... - her index finger gagged me.

- Didn't we go over this yesterday,? That you shouldn't call a girl you fucked to the point where her pussy stinks of your cum 'you'? - Pepper looked back at the deserted street and pulled up her tight blouse and bra, revealing her pink, erect nipple.

- Um... - to say I was confused was an understatement. The tight grip on my dignity didn't help the situation.

- So when's my third session? We don't want my pussy to forget the shape of your cock, do we? - Pepper said it all standing right up to me, savouring every word with her mouth overflowing with saliva, hinting at what she wanted to stuff it with.

- Э? Peter? - Please, not that voice! Not now!

- Gwen? - The ground fell away from under my feet at the sight of Gwen, and if it hadn't been for Pepper's hand on my groin, I might have fallen over.

- Oh, Miss Stacey, have you met Mr Parker? - Pepper stood up so her hand wasn't visible and blocked me with her booty.

- Yes, we're classmates... - Gwen looked at me with a kind of concern. Oh, shit. I don't want those eyes! Especially now. - Why are you standing so close to him, Miss Potts?

- Oh, the boy must have been anaemic and I managed to catch him.

- You did? Peter, are you feeling all right? - Gwen's eyebrows went up and her hand on the straps of her bag clenched.

- Yeah, fine... - Unable to look her in the eyes any longer, I turned away.

- Why are you even here? Thought I'd have a chat.

- He's right behind me. - With a briefcase on her back, Anya appeared, her brown hair blown by the wind.

- Anya's words surprised Gwen, causing her to freeze for a second.

- Well, shall we go? - Without giving anyone her attention, casually Anya turned to me in a tone that showed complete indifference, including to my person.

- A-ha-ha... - I don't know why, but giving my consent, I couldn't take my eyes off Gwen.

Who looked at us with indifference, adjusted her bag on her shoulder and, lowering her head, went in the opposite direction, from which I was led by Anya.

- You look pathetic, you know that? - Anya threw in a remark as I walked beside her, still looking in the direction of Gwen's back.

True, when I caught sight of Pepper, who put two fingers together and gestured back and forth promising a blowjob, I came to my senses and shifted my gaze forward

.....

There was no one in the Corazon family's flat today, so I was free to talk about anything with Anya in her room. Trusting her, I didn't hesitate to tell her everything.... Including working with Connors, the stakeout, and-- I also told her about my recently active sex life.

- Are you kidding me? - which naturally led to a disbelieving grimace.

Thankfully, I have so many nudes and correspondence in my phone, that at least I managed to convince her of the latter.

- No, you're really not kidding me, are you?

- Look, how else do you think I could get these hot girls to have sex? Especially with my face? - I ran my hands around my face. Which Anya had been staring at for a minute.... - Look, say something. I'm not comfortable with this.

- You're a fool. Especially if you keep on fucking, realising the consequences for your partners.... - Anya said something really angry.

Next I explained what I wanted from her. To say that the request to hack into the Shield's base confused her is not to say anything.

- All right, I'll do it. - After about ten minutes of thought, Anya agreed. - But...

- But? - As soon as I was glad that this time everything was easy and there would be no extra haemorrhoids, Anya put one foot on the other and folded her hands on them in a lock.

- Meet me. - Anya said indifferently. To which I only had in response:

- Are you flirting?

- No. I like you. It's just that before it seemed like you had something going on with Gwen, so I stayed out of it. But with you two going round and round, I reckon I've got a good chance.

- Look, that's the most indifferent declaration of love I've ever heard. - even though it's the first declaration of love I've ever heard.

- You know my temper? I don't like to let things go. Especially my feelings in front of other people. Я... Я... If you say no to me, I'll-- I'll probably cry.

Proposition after proposition, word after word, but Anya's face began to crack, first her forehead wrinkled, her eyebrows lowered as if trying to hold something back in her eyes, then her cheeks reddened.

- You're really not bitching.... - Sitting on the computer chair, I was somehow confused by the realisation that someone loved me.

- So?

- What?

- You agree to my terms.

- And if I say no, then what?

- I can't help you. - squeezing her hands in the locks until they were white, with pain in her voice said Anya. - Love is a bitch.

- I know.

While I didn't know what I should answer and what the right thing to do was, Anya got up from the bed and came over to me. Just when I thought she was about to kiss me, she started typing something on the keyboard.

- To make you properly understand the seriousness of my intentions, look ....

An image of one of the spider team appeared on the screen. One Arana, a girl in a black tight-fitting costume with a white spider along the entire costume. The heroine's mask covered her eyes and the voluminous part of her face, resembling glasses, or insect eyes, in appearance. Arana's brown ponytail reminded her of Anya, with the colour of her hair.

- It's me. - Standing above me, Anya shifted her trembling eyes, taking all of my attention.

Next, Anya showed me her webbing, super strength, and changed into her superhero costume. In which she sat on the bed, looking at me expectantly.

- Я... You know I sleep with other people and there's no fixing it?

- Not until we fix you, no, but after that. I think I can take care of you. - Even behind the mask, you could see the redness in Anya's white skin.

- I... You know. Gwen. I'm her. - every word with the thought of Gwen came out as if wrapped in barbed wire.

- I can take care of that too, in time. - Anya's voice sounded confident this time. So...

- Okay, I agree... - with the heat on my cheeks, I finally gave in. I found it hard to believe that someone actually liked me. I couldn't get my head round the idea.

Such a pathetic loser could anyone really care about me? Is this some kind of cruel joke? Anya, like the others, is going to break my heart too...?

- Okay, I'm happy. Take off your trousers - While anxiety was building up inside my heart, Anya dispelled it with two monotonous sentences.

- What?!

- My parents aren't home tonight, so-

- That's not what I meant! You're the one who called me an idiot for continuing to fuck, and you're the one who-

- I'm not gonna sleep with you, Peter. - said Anya in surprise. - I need a sample of your semen to run tests in the lab....

- Ahh... - Bitch, I wish I was under the ground right now. Too bad it's the fifth floor.

- I'm a virgin, and I don't plan on sleeping with a guy one minute into a relationship. - Anja grabbed her rucksack, then took out a vial and handed it to me. - Cum in it, okay?

Wanting to smash my forehead against the wall, I took the vial and thanked Anya, I don't know why. She replied with the same awkwardness.

- Well, so... - Unbuttoning my jeans, I couldn't ignore the presence of Anya, who, judging by her posture, wasn't planning to go anywhere. - Do you mind if I use your computer?

- I do. - she answered me coldly.

- And then how... Я... You know what I mean?

- I'm not wearing any underwear. - Anya started to swallow.

She twisted round on the bed, elbows on the sheets. She lifted her arse, which was tightly encased in a black suit.

- Can you see my baby? - Turning away from me, Arana asked into the wall.

The black latex-like material really did fit Anja's surprisingly attractive figure. The light of the lamp reflected on her cute ass, below which two small folds were visible.

- You can touch... Just don't forget to start...

Unbuttoning my jeans, I took hold of my excited cock and started to jerk it off. With my free hand I reached for Arana's soft lips. Who from my touch tried to escape.....

- Ah... Peter, don't forget yourself, okay? - In an almost pleading voice, Anja editorialised at how tightly I gripped her thighs.

After kneading her arse a little, I returned one hand to my cock and the other lowered to Anya's most delicate part. Naturally, I tried to stroke her gently and evenly, giving her a chance to get used to my touch.

- Yes... So good...

Still not turning towards me, Arana clutched harder at the white sheet. My movements made her wiggle her hips a little, which I tried to take advantage of by leaning my head against her cute ass.

- Ummmmm!

It took less than a minute for Anya's pussy to peek out from under her costume, much more willingly, because of the moisture and swelling. The ever-struggling one herself until today clutched at the sheets not only with her hands but also with her teeth, holding back the moans that were gathering.

- Ah!

Keeping one hand at Anja's pussy, in one motion I piled on top of her, slipping my cock between her lower buns.

- So hot and hard...

The diminished attention to her person had loosened Arana's tongue. So I started kissing her back, shoulder blades, shoulders and earlobes. While my hands held and massaged the luscious buns that clenched around my cock.

- Okay... Quickly... Haaaa...

It didn't take long for me to get off the chain and start fucking her arse like it was one of Anya's holes.

- You... Rip... K-suit...

As I sped up I couldn't stop, the smoothness of Arana's suit, along with the warmth of her body was driving me to the limit.

- Kggh!..

- Ah!.. Hot...

Eventually I discharged a white stream flooding the black back of the suit, involuntarily Arana started squeezing her buns, squeezing my cum onto the line of their convergence.

- Ahhh...

After running my soiled cock a few times along the pussy of the heroine - my girlfriend, I regained my footing and rested on her flat tummy.

- Peter... Isn't that enough for you...?

My answer was to slap my cock on Anya's arse.

- Stop! I told you to cum in the jar! - Arana came to her senses and shouted at me, ordering me to lie down in her place.

As soon as I did that, Anya put out my hand and lay on top of it, pulling her hand to my cock.

- You have to do everything yourself...

Disgruntled, she started to jerk me off quite hard. When I pointed it out to her, Anya became extremely affectionate. Concentrating all her attention on the head, which she was fingering rather than wanking.

- You're leaking so much, almost like me.....

After soiling her black gloves in pre-ejaculate and semen residue, Anya finally got to work. Though her grip was a little stiff, the lubrication kept it from going to a painful limit.

- You know, you don't know how to jerk guys off.....

- I can do everything!

In anger Anya sped up, at the same time she stuck out her pink tongue and started caressing my nipple. The sensation was unusual, but not unpleasant.

- Give it to me.

- No! I can wank cock better than anyone you've ever had before!

- ...Do you want to jerk it off for me all day?

- ...My hand is already falling off... - finally giving up, Anya turned her back on me for not knowing how to lose. - So what do you suggest? Just no sex, remember.

- Well...

.....

Turning to me with her arse, which still had white stains on it, kneeling on her knees, Anya began to remove her costume.

- That's enough for you, huh?

As soon as her naked back showed, I started to jerk. Following, actively watching the process, with a smile Anya began to undress further.

- So close, but so far away, huh?

And as soon as her cute arse showed itself to me, Anya slapped it and wiggled it teasingly.

- Turn round.

- Oh, does anyone want to see my titties?

Biting her lower lip, Anya turned round, giving me a full view of her beautiful, medium sized breasts, with standing pink nipples.

- Ah... You didn't forget...?

- Touching doesn't count as penetration....

Seeing Arana's lovely body, I couldn't help but press my head on the pink areola. After getting both of them dirty, I couldn't stop pressing on Arana's breasts, drowning in the softness of her skin and the tenderness of her breasts.

*♪ Knock, knock, knock ♪

As I pulled away I slammed my cock into the mask's eyes, flooding them with pre-ejaculate. I loved driving my cock in front of Anya's face, almost touching her soft, full lips or the tip of her nose.

- Haaaa... Haaaa...

But what I liked most was how Anya didn't notice her heavy breathing, her tongue sticking out and the palm of her hand, which she used to caress her baby girl all the time

- Kggh!

- Ah!

Naturally at such a picture I could not hold back for long and discharged a stream of semen, flooding the mask with hair, and so tender breasts with a firm belly, even getting on the palm, which Anya used to bring herself to....

- AAAAAAAAAAAA!..

Orgasm, from which her body even rose and convulsed.

- Haaaa... Haaaa... - and after that, Anya collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily. - Thank you. for not cumming in my mouth.

- I was aiming. - I was joking.

- Haaaa... Good for you. Huh?! - suddenly the smile changed to a grin on Arana's face. - Man, Peter, a glass!

In the end, we had to take a third sample of the seed... Which was left on the wavy hair. So there was a fourth, which ended up in my white knickers... Well, the story of the fifth is for another time...