Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
Just Feeling It Out: Maybe you'll finally get to touch a boob!
Accidental Boner: Oh. Hi there, downstairs.
Deep Kissing: Heavy tongue action.
Flawless Approach: WILL YOU PLEASE HAVE THE SEX WITH ME? always works.
Party: A crazy atmosphere can lead to crazy decisions.
Goofballs: Both of you kind of suck at this, but at least you're cute.
Experience Difference: It doesn't count if it's not with you. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.
Boyfrands/Girlfrands: Finally rounding those bases with your honey.
No Play: They've told you no touching them below the belt. Oops!
Fumble: You touched the wrong place or said the wrong thing. Is this the end of your adventure.
Desperate: Please, please, please, let me stick it in.
Oral: Sometimes, you just want to kiss someone there.
Feels So Good: Let's hope you can last.
Love Confession: Now is a good a time as ever to tell them how you feel
Success: Awww yeah, break out the cigarette.
Failure: Hopefully they'll forgive you for staining their clothes.
Peter didn't swear a whole lot. In fact, he didn't really swear ever except
when he was around Margaret. And it wasn't in the "I have to be tough and
cool" sense either. It was that there was no other response to having
someone like her grind down against your cock than to let out a long
"fuuuuuuuuuck" that made it sound like something inside of you was pulling
so taught it might snap. There was something about her that reached a place
nothing else did that made Peter swear because regular words just weren't
enough. Especially when she said stuff like that. Because Peter loved that
idea and his hips jerking up against her probably said as much.
"Fuck... do that," Peter groaned, looking up at her with almost pleading
eyes. He loved when she did stuff like that. She tasted so good and there
was something about focusing on just getting her off that he loved. Plus?
Aggressive Margaret was so hot.
What a pleasant sound. Listening to him moan filth, he used to be such a nice, good boy. A sly grin with dark eyes and heavy lids the cat playing with it's prey. Standing up she towers over him and makes a quick shape, a muttered word pulling a low easy beat from some speakers.
The sound moves her, dipping her thumbs under the waist band of her panties, running along the silk edges as she gives him a good look at how wet he's gotten her. When the black fabric eases down her long, long legs she follows it so her lips can brush over his before she is free.
Peter watched her with an expression that bordered on worship, the way she looks at him like he's something she's going to devour. And he couldn't wait for her to do it. It was a testament to how entranced he was by her that her use of magic was only a tiny blip to his brain despite the fact that it was amazing.
He was completely into her though, how she move and the curve of her body as she stripped. Sometimes Peter felt bad that she was so, so much sexier than he was but he knew that she wouldn't be doing this with him if she didn't get something out of it.
Peter's breath came out as a shudder as he kissed her lightly, Margaret just giving him a tease of the taste of her and he wanted so much more.
"Please. I want you to fuck my face so thoroughly I taste you for days."
With the panties off but still close, she brings the fabric to her lips and licks at the wet mess she has left there. "Mmmmmmm," she hums at the taste savoring it, enjoying it when he, for the moment, could not. It's only the briefest of teases, how could she resist his pleas when he gave them so nicely. He'll get the next taste, smeared over his lips, wet fabric pressed between them. A little sample before the meal.
Pulling back she goes back to the music, as if when she lifted she was freed from the pull of their attraction and she could focus on something of the outside world. The beat pulls her, moves her, and in between the lyrics and the melody she starts to inch the edge of her tee-shirt up and then finally off.
Peter was pretty sure it was physically impossible for his eyes to get wider than they were as he watched Margaret taste her own wetness before giving him a taste, wiping her panties across his lips. Holy. Fuck. He thought it had to be the hottest thing in the world before she started to dance.
His body ached to be close to her again and he couldn't help but rub himself while he watched her. She was too hot to not touch himself somehow. Peter watched as she gave him a peak of her skin before exposing more and more of herself. He bit his lip as he watched her take her shirt off.
"Oh. Fuck. Margaret..."
His expression was almost hazy, like he was deep in a trance of lust that he couldn't pull himself out of. That he didn't want to pull himself out of. She was too perfect.
There is a moment of consideration, should he be allowed to touch himself? It seemed to travel into an area that she's not too down with messing with at the moment. They were just teasing, playing around, she was putting on a show for him and there was no need to impose rules on it.
And it's pleasing to see him touch himself. She's heard him do it a number of times but to known and see that he can't help but touch himself makes her feel incredibly powerful.
Grinning she sinks down on to her knees, straddling his head. There is no teasing before she lowers herself on to his face, dripping cunt pressing against his mouth as a shiver rolls all through her. Fingers lightly curl in his hair the other reaches down to spread her pussy open for him as she urges his mouth to her. "Have a taste, Peter."
If she had told him not to touch himself Peter would have obeyed without more than a small whimper. He was completely enthralled by her in a way that only a teenage boy with superhuman stamina could be. Maybe sometime they'd explore stuff like that but right now Peter was too excited about her moving into place.
She didn't have to tell him twice to taste. Hell, she didn't even have to tell him once because he was more than eager to do it. His groan of pleasure was muffled against her pussy but even if she couldn't hear his eagerness it was evident in the way his face pressed against her. His tongue made a wide circle of her opening, licking at her folds as he explored more than teased. Peter loved how she tasted, how she smelled as she pressed herself against him and his tongue finally slid up inside of her.
One hand, the hand that was in his hair slaps against the wall to provide support as he goes to town. There is a delayed sort of response, a beat of ten very long seconds before she groans long and loud enough for literally everyone in the house to fucking know what's going on in this room. Who cares. Everyone brings home partners, there's no shame in any game here.
Which is good because it feels amazing and she doesn't want to spend the rest of the day screaming into various sheets and pillows in order to keep quiet. Her head rolls back and she savors, the soft flick of his tongue over sensitive, dripping flesh. His excitement which is a turn on in it's own right. A shudder, a gasp, fingers curl and press at the wall for purchase that is not there. "Fuck," she breathes: "Peter."
If all they did was this. If all Margaret did was ride his face for however
long she wanted? It would be the best sex of Peter's life. Of course he
thought that every time he and Margaret got together but it was true every
time. The more you slept with someone and learned what they liked the
better it got. Who knew? He wished he could see more of her although the
view he had was pretty amazing. The fact that he could make her react like
this was just insane and only encouraged him more. It was like she was
coming completely undone from just his mouth and that was the greatest
feeling in the world.
She was hot and slick on his tongue, running down his chin and covering him
and he loved it. His tongue slid out of her and began to tease around her
clit. He wasn't denying her, not really, but more preparing her. Over,
besides, around that hard numb he was just aiming to ramp things up for her
more and more until finally with a loud moan his tongue began to work
across her clit.
It's a full body shudder when his tongue hits her clit, lips part in a groan caught in her throat. Margaret isn't fully sure what she believes in regards to the afterlife but this, this right here? It's probably as close to heaven as she'll ever get.
Every muscle in her body is tense, the pleasure growing between her legs and in the pit of her stomach. Each touch of his tongue bringing her closer and closer to snapping. Margaret's eyes flutter open and through a bleary haze she watches him feast, a sight that has that has her panting. That already tight knot in her stomach tightening as she fights not to rock her hips, to keep her entire body still so he can make her scream. "So close," she manages. "Don't stop," like he could.
She was the best. Oh fuck she was the best the way she made tiny little movements against his mouth, the way he could feel her entire body tense as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. Peter wanted her to come, wanted to taste that so badly. He wanted to hear it and feel and just... he wanted to make her feel as good as she made him and right now this was the only way he could do that.
So when she asked him to stop he didn't. That hadn't even been a consideration for him. Peter would stay under her, licking her as long as she wanted. His entire body was taut with need and pleasure, back arching up as he pressed his face up against her, but he had no intention of stopping.
The orgasm slams into her like she owes it money. And as her body jerks forward the real problem with this sexual position becomes obviously apparent. When there is very little control over motor functions one of the worst places to be is perhaps straddling another human's face without real support in front of you or back. It's hard not to reach forward when body shaking, mind clouded, and pleasure is slamming through your system.
Margaret sort of grips the covers under them, an arch over Peter as her hips rock slightly and she cries out his name.
Awkward positioning aside the climax is fucking amazing, and it keeps going, even as she drips and clenches in between gasps and moans. It feels like electricity shooting through her, zapping tense muscles in her thighs and cunt. Occasionally there is a slight thrust of hips, rubbing herself against his mouth but it's never aggressive enough to hurt. Even when that initial burst is over she doesn't move away, bliss sings through her with every press of his tongue.
Peter’s hands came up to cup her breasts, to support her as much as anything else but she’d just had one hell of an orgasm and she had to be kinda out of it. Judging by how she was still riding his face a bit and how much she’d come he was guessing that Margaret Dresden had not entirely returned to Earth just yet from wherever your brain went when you had super powerful orgasms.
Which was fine with Peter because he was 100% okay with still having a mouth full of pussy and breasts in his hands. He was hard and aching and squirming but totally loving this moment. There just weren’t enough hands to do everything though, like stroke her hair or grip her ass. It would have been nice to see the full show too, as it were, but he’d settle for what part of it he got.
The hands are a welcome support, they help her relax and let her body loosen up which is very nice. It's always shocking to her how fucking strong he is. He doesn't look it at first glance and then when he gives that flex or just holds her up like this, she is reminded. Not that she is even remotely thinking about that now. Conscious, higher thought is not a possibility in this world any more.
All she wants is more. Always more.
A gasp and a swallow, in order to find a voice, her body twitching, leg shaking. "Wait, hold on, stop." Which seems pretty counter intuitive to her direct needs but they do need to stop in order to get there. There isn't much lifting herself from his face, as much as it is repositioning. Instead of facing out, she faces in and is already working to get his boxers down over his hips. She wants more. More of him.
Peter was super confused for a moment because he thought things had been
going really, really well but suddenly she was telling him to stop.
Fortunately his confusion was fairly effective at stopping at least
temporarily, long enough for her to pull off of him and switch direction
she was facing. That was completely fine with Peter because he could
actually see a bit more this way and his view was of her ass, which was
A++++ best ass ever. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her back a bit so
that he could get his mouth on her again, letting out a loud groan when she
started to push at his boxers.
He had just enough presence of mind to lift his lips, letting the fabric
slide down as his cock sprang almost comically free. There was a vague
awareness that she was going to do something with his cock but it was hard
to think, hard to push through the haze of giddy pleasure at still eating
her out while his hands gripped her ass.
The position has it's flaws. The main one that often comes up the most is the inability to focus attention. It's difficult to do anything while being eaten out, it's just a scientific fact. So adding reciprocal pleasure is not for the faint of heart. In fact even as Margaret pushes Peter's boxers down there is a considerable pause as she enjoys his tongue and his attention on her once again, legs spreading as her eyes close and she whimpers his name. It's a lot easier to enjoy on all fours as well, more stability.
But she breaks that spell, pushing free and opening her eyes so she can take him in hand and wrap her lips around the head of his prick, damp and silky with precome. Going down on him has it's own rewards and pleasures and she eagerly works him deeper into her mouth as she groans and makes more of a mess on his mouth and chin. What she can't get into her mouth she strokes working in time to make sure as much of him as possible is being stroked or sucked.
His name. She whimpered his name in the most amazing way and Peter was pretty sure that he was going to lose it right there. She wasn't even really doing much with his cock but just hearing that sound she made almost caused Peter to come because it had to be the most amazing thing he'd ever heard, muffled as it was.
And then it was completely forgotten as she took his cock in hand and mouth, pressure and a sudden warm wetness became his entire world and he actually gasped in surprise. It was impossible to focus on anything but what she was doing, how it felt to be inside of her mouth with her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
"Margaret," he said, her name a needy plea on his lips. If she hadn't rocked back against him he might have forgotten completely to resume what he'd been doing but when he felt how wet she was he pulled at least a small part of his brain into focus to focus on her. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her back against his mouth as he licked at her again, tasting her as much as possible while his hips gently rocked upward.
She doesn't blame him, it's really hard to focus. Even when he pulls her back on to his face her mouth and hand falters because the touch of his tongue on her is almost overwhelming. At least she has an orgasm under her belt, the almost frantic need to ride his face isn't there any more. Sure, she is looking for another fantastic orgasm but it's not number one priority any more.
So there is a bit of a falter, a pause, as she enjoys his attentions but then she gets back to business.
She loves his prick, excellent size, deliciously responsive and wickedly hard. Lips and tongue press against him, sucking and teasing with the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cock head. All before inching him further into her mouth, the goal is to use less and less of her hand and have him deep in her throat. An ambitious goal but she's an ambitious gal. She moans around him, stroking the base of him and occasionally reaching down to cup and fondle his sac.
The more she worked his cock the less focused on her he became. He never
completely stopped, now when she was so close, riding his face even as she
leaned forward, but the movements of his tongue became less deliberate and
the moans he started to make were more about what she was doing than what
he was. Her tongue teased him, sending both sharp spikes of pleasure
through his body as well as rolling waves of it that made every muscle in
his body tense up and then relax so much he felt like he was going to melt
through the bed.
By the time she was getting him almost completely in her throat with no
room for her hand he was a mess. She knew just how and when to back off,
stretching it out and delaying things just long enough for him to be really
worked up into a frenzy. His entire body was taught with pleasure and the
need to release it, it was at the point that if he didn't come it was going
to be painful.
"Soon," he said, barely managing to get the word out. Peter wanted to warn
her though, wanted her to know that he was going to come at any moment. "Of
fuck.... close..."
While the position did have it's downside, the upside of it was that when she is really into it Margaret doesn't much care that he's not paying full attention to her. And Margaret is very much into sucking his cock. His pleasure drives her wild, the noises he makes, the tensing of his muscles she can practically feel him getting more and more wound up under her. His fingers dig into her ass and she groans around him lips wrapping around the base of his cock, body leaning forward, breathing him in.
Wet slips and slides over the folds of her, sinfully, shamefully wet. Somewhere in all that arcana and occult was once a nice, sweet, Catholic girl. Who is stunningly proficient at easing Peter Parker's cock down her throat and getting him to explode.
She hears his warning and really appreciates. Lifting her head she goes back to sucking him off. Sliding him between her lips, against her palm, working him to the edge and hopefully pulling him over.
His mouth on her, her mouth on him, his mouth on her, her mouth on him. Back and forth his brain bounced, like it couldn't decide on what type of pleasure to focus on. Mostly prior to this his orgasm had all been caused by himself, there wasn't any sort of choice like this to make. When his brain couldn't decide though his body was fully capable of making that decision for him. Well, his body and the fantastic way Margaret was sucking on the head of his cock.
For a brief moment it was too much and he felt like he was going to break, like his entire body would explode with the pleasure that had nowhere to go. A second later though he shouted her name as his entire body burst into pleasure. He came hard, body shaking as he came into her mouth. He couldn't even THINK his body was so overwhelmed with the pleasure she was giving him, ever nerve ending on fire as he called her name over and over again like a chant.
It is only when he is completely empty and she has swallowed him down, twice, does Margaret slowly, shakily and not with a whole lot of grace roll off of him. There is a weird tense tiredness in her limbs, muscles twitch on their own as she lays on her back, her feet by his head and her head by his feet, staring up at the ceiling that is by necessity and because it can be no other way: covered in glow in the dark stars that were painted on one sleepless night.
Despite the jump in muscles, the occasional twitch of limbs, Margaret is easy, just on the edge of wanting more if only she could get her body to move. They have time. The sun still splashes against the wall and they have nowhere to go. Draping an arm over his closest leg, she lightly strokes his thigh with the tips of her fingers before her eyes drift thought. She can still taste him on her tongue and lips.
Peter was pretty sure that Margaret had swallowed every bit of him and it felt amazing. For a moment he wondered if she was trying to break him with pleasure or she just wanted to be really good for him. Whatever the case he didn't care, she was amazing and sex with her was amazing and just... amazing.
Peter lay there for a moment, looking up at the stars on her ceiling, just enjoying his body against hers. She was soft and so warm, almost too warm after all of that, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from her.
After a moment he did a bit of a tuck, spin, and roll move that swapped his head and feet. Smiling he shifted so that he was on top of her, looking down at her with a kind of ridiculous smile.
When she starts feeling him move she closes her eyes so when he rolls on top of her they aren't looking into each other's eyes. It's little things that make being a wizard annoying at times. Not making eye contact is isolating, people think you're shifty or perhaps on the spectrum depending on who you're face to face with.
It makes being face to face like this difficult.
At the end of the day though they can still kiss with her eyes closed. She can still wrap her arms around him and smile as he settles against her. They smell like sex, she kisses the wet of her from his mouth and chin, before falling back against the bed. "Hey, yourself."
He could taste himself on the kiss but he didn't care. It was kinda hot because it reminded him that she had swallowed his load, which was totally hot and he still couldn't believe she'd done. Of course, considering how messy it would be if she didn't maybe it was just more practical. Totally not important right now. Hot, naked Margaret under him was important.
"Sorry, here. You can open your eyes now," he said, shifting down so that he was nuzzling her neck instead of looming right on top of her. Also, it meant that he was kind of squirming against her for a moment which wasn't the point but a nice side benefit.
"Also... ummmm, we need to do that again sometime while I'm here because that was amazing."
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Peter didn't swear a whole lot. In fact, he didn't really swear ever except when he was around Margaret. And it wasn't in the "I have to be tough and cool" sense either. It was that there was no other response to having someone like her grind down against your cock than to let out a long "fuuuuuuuuuck" that made it sound like something inside of you was pulling so taught it might snap. There was something about her that reached a place nothing else did that made Peter swear because regular words just weren't enough. Especially when she said stuff like that. Because Peter loved that idea and his hips jerking up against her probably said as much.
"Fuck... do that," Peter groaned, looking up at her with almost pleading eyes. He loved when she did stuff like that. She tasted so good and there was something about focusing on just getting her off that he loved. Plus? Aggressive Margaret was so hot.
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The sound moves her, dipping her thumbs under the waist band of her panties, running along the silk edges as she gives him a good look at how wet he's gotten her. When the black fabric eases down her long, long legs she follows it so her lips can brush over his before she is free.
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He was completely into her though, how she move and the curve of her body as she stripped. Sometimes Peter felt bad that she was so, so much sexier than he was but he knew that she wouldn't be doing this with him if she didn't get something out of it.
Peter's breath came out as a shudder as he kissed her lightly, Margaret just giving him a tease of the taste of her and he wanted so much more.
"Please. I want you to fuck my face so thoroughly I taste you for days."
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Pulling back she goes back to the music, as if when she lifted she was freed from the pull of their attraction and she could focus on something of the outside world. The beat pulls her, moves her, and in between the lyrics and the melody she starts to inch the edge of her tee-shirt up and then finally off.
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His body ached to be close to her again and he couldn't help but rub himself while he watched her. She was too hot to not touch himself somehow. Peter watched as she gave him a peak of her skin before exposing more and more of herself. He bit his lip as he watched her take her shirt off.
"Oh. Fuck. Margaret..."
His expression was almost hazy, like he was deep in a trance of lust that he couldn't pull himself out of. That he didn't want to pull himself out of. She was too perfect.
"So sexy. Holy shit..."
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And it's pleasing to see him touch himself. She's heard him do it a number of times but to known and see that he can't help but touch himself makes her feel incredibly powerful.
Grinning she sinks down on to her knees, straddling his head. There is no teasing before she lowers herself on to his face, dripping cunt pressing against his mouth as a shiver rolls all through her. Fingers lightly curl in his hair the other reaches down to spread her pussy open for him as she urges his mouth to her. "Have a taste, Peter."
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She didn't have to tell him twice to taste. Hell, she didn't even have to tell him once because he was more than eager to do it. His groan of pleasure was muffled against her pussy but even if she couldn't hear his eagerness it was evident in the way his face pressed against her. His tongue made a wide circle of her opening, licking at her folds as he explored more than teased. Peter loved how she tasted, how she smelled as she pressed herself against him and his tongue finally slid up inside of her.
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Which is good because it feels amazing and she doesn't want to spend the rest of the day screaming into various sheets and pillows in order to keep quiet. Her head rolls back and she savors, the soft flick of his tongue over sensitive, dripping flesh. His excitement which is a turn on in it's own right. A shudder, a gasp, fingers curl and press at the wall for purchase that is not there. "Fuck," she breathes: "Peter."
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If all they did was this. If all Margaret did was ride his face for however long she wanted? It would be the best sex of Peter's life. Of course he thought that every time he and Margaret got together but it was true every time. The more you slept with someone and learned what they liked the better it got. Who knew? He wished he could see more of her although the view he had was pretty amazing. The fact that he could make her react like this was just insane and only encouraged him more. It was like she was coming completely undone from just his mouth and that was the greatest feeling in the world.
She was hot and slick on his tongue, running down his chin and covering him and he loved it. His tongue slid out of her and began to tease around her clit. He wasn't denying her, not really, but more preparing her. Over, besides, around that hard numb he was just aiming to ramp things up for her more and more until finally with a loud moan his tongue began to work across her clit.
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Every muscle in her body is tense, the pleasure growing between her legs and in the pit of her stomach. Each touch of his tongue bringing her closer and closer to snapping. Margaret's eyes flutter open and through a bleary haze she watches him feast, a sight that has that has her panting. That already tight knot in her stomach tightening as she fights not to rock her hips, to keep her entire body still so he can make her scream. "So close," she manages. "Don't stop," like he could.
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So when she asked him to stop he didn't. That hadn't even been a consideration for him. Peter would stay under her, licking her as long as she wanted. His entire body was taut with need and pleasure, back arching up as he pressed his face up against her, but he had no intention of stopping.
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Margaret sort of grips the covers under them, an arch over Peter as her hips rock slightly and she cries out his name.
Awkward positioning aside the climax is fucking amazing, and it keeps going, even as she drips and clenches in between gasps and moans. It feels like electricity shooting through her, zapping tense muscles in her thighs and cunt. Occasionally there is a slight thrust of hips, rubbing herself against his mouth but it's never aggressive enough to hurt. Even when that initial burst is over she doesn't move away, bliss sings through her with every press of his tongue.
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Peter’s hands came up to cup her breasts, to support her as much as anything else but she’d just had one hell of an orgasm and she had to be kinda out of it. Judging by how she was still riding his face a bit and how much she’d come he was guessing that Margaret Dresden had not entirely returned to Earth just yet from wherever your brain went when you had super powerful orgasms.
Which was fine with Peter because he was 100% okay with still having a mouth full of pussy and breasts in his hands. He was hard and aching and squirming but totally loving this moment. There just weren’t enough hands to do everything though, like stroke her hair or grip her ass. It would have been nice to see the full show too, as it were, but he’d settle for what part of it he got.
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All she wants is more. Always more.
A gasp and a swallow, in order to find a voice, her body twitching, leg shaking. "Wait, hold on, stop." Which seems pretty counter intuitive to her direct needs but they do need to stop in order to get there. There isn't much lifting herself from his face, as much as it is repositioning. Instead of facing out, she faces in and is already working to get his boxers down over his hips. She wants more. More of him.
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Peter was super confused for a moment because he thought things had been going really, really well but suddenly she was telling him to stop. Fortunately his confusion was fairly effective at stopping at least temporarily, long enough for her to pull off of him and switch direction she was facing. That was completely fine with Peter because he could actually see a bit more this way and his view was of her ass, which was A++++ best ass ever. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her back a bit so that he could get his mouth on her again, letting out a loud groan when she started to push at his boxers.
He had just enough presence of mind to lift his lips, letting the fabric slide down as his cock sprang almost comically free. There was a vague awareness that she was going to do something with his cock but it was hard to think, hard to push through the haze of giddy pleasure at still eating her out while his hands gripped her ass.
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But she breaks that spell, pushing free and opening her eyes so she can take him in hand and wrap her lips around the head of his prick, damp and silky with precome. Going down on him has it's own rewards and pleasures and she eagerly works him deeper into her mouth as she groans and makes more of a mess on his mouth and chin. What she can't get into her mouth she strokes working in time to make sure as much of him as possible is being stroked or sucked.
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And then it was completely forgotten as she took his cock in hand and mouth, pressure and a sudden warm wetness became his entire world and he actually gasped in surprise. It was impossible to focus on anything but what she was doing, how it felt to be inside of her mouth with her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
"Margaret," he said, her name a needy plea on his lips. If she hadn't rocked back against him he might have forgotten completely to resume what he'd been doing but when he felt how wet she was he pulled at least a small part of his brain into focus to focus on her. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her back against his mouth as he licked at her again, tasting her as much as possible while his hips gently rocked upward.
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So there is a bit of a falter, a pause, as she enjoys his attentions but then she gets back to business.
She loves his prick, excellent size, deliciously responsive and wickedly hard. Lips and tongue press against him, sucking and teasing with the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cock head. All before inching him further into her mouth, the goal is to use less and less of her hand and have him deep in her throat. An ambitious goal but she's an ambitious gal. She moans around him, stroking the base of him and occasionally reaching down to cup and fondle his sac.
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The more she worked his cock the less focused on her he became. He never completely stopped, now when she was so close, riding his face even as she leaned forward, but the movements of his tongue became less deliberate and the moans he started to make were more about what she was doing than what he was. Her tongue teased him, sending both sharp spikes of pleasure through his body as well as rolling waves of it that made every muscle in his body tense up and then relax so much he felt like he was going to melt through the bed.
By the time she was getting him almost completely in her throat with no room for her hand he was a mess. She knew just how and when to back off, stretching it out and delaying things just long enough for him to be really worked up into a frenzy. His entire body was taught with pleasure and the need to release it, it was at the point that if he didn't come it was going to be painful.
"Soon," he said, barely managing to get the word out. Peter wanted to warn her though, wanted her to know that he was going to come at any moment. "Of fuck.... close..."
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Wet slips and slides over the folds of her, sinfully, shamefully wet. Somewhere in all that arcana and occult was once a nice, sweet, Catholic girl. Who is stunningly proficient at easing Peter Parker's cock down her throat and getting him to explode.
She hears his warning and really appreciates. Lifting her head she goes back to sucking him off. Sliding him between her lips, against her palm, working him to the edge and hopefully pulling him over.
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For a brief moment it was too much and he felt like he was going to break, like his entire body would explode with the pleasure that had nowhere to go. A second later though he shouted her name as his entire body burst into pleasure. He came hard, body shaking as he came into her mouth. He couldn't even THINK his body was so overwhelmed with the pleasure she was giving him, ever nerve ending on fire as he called her name over and over again like a chant.
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Despite the jump in muscles, the occasional twitch of limbs, Margaret is easy, just on the edge of wanting more if only she could get her body to move. They have time. The sun still splashes against the wall and they have nowhere to go. Draping an arm over his closest leg, she lightly strokes his thigh with the tips of her fingers before her eyes drift thought. She can still taste him on her tongue and lips.
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Peter was pretty sure that Margaret had swallowed every bit of him and it felt amazing. For a moment he wondered if she was trying to break him with pleasure or she just wanted to be really good for him. Whatever the case he didn't care, she was amazing and sex with her was amazing and just... amazing.
Peter lay there for a moment, looking up at the stars on her ceiling, just enjoying his body against hers. She was soft and so warm, almost too warm after all of that, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from her.
After a moment he did a bit of a tuck, spin, and roll move that swapped his head and feet. Smiling he shifted so that he was on top of her, looking down at her with a kind of ridiculous smile.
"Hey," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
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It makes being face to face like this difficult.
At the end of the day though they can still kiss with her eyes closed. She can still wrap her arms around him and smile as he settles against her. They smell like sex, she kisses the wet of her from his mouth and chin, before falling back against the bed. "Hey, yourself."
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"Sorry, here. You can open your eyes now," he said, shifting down so that he was nuzzling her neck instead of looming right on top of her. Also, it meant that he was kind of squirming against her for a moment which wasn't the point but a nice side benefit.
"Also... ummmm, we need to do that again sometime while I'm here because that was amazing."
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