Peter gestured Gwen to get rid of her clothes, a rather callous action that might have created an argument between them, if Gwen hadn't been equally excited by the treatment Liz was receiving. She was quick to get rid of her outer layer, revealing her crimson underwear, a sharp choice that contrasted amazingly with her pale skin and blonde hair. Moreover, its rather unsubstantial cut left quite a bit of her skin free to be admired. She blushed, slightly uncomfortable with her aggressive choice even under the circumstances.
"Beautiful," he murmured, helping her to feel confident, not that it was a struggle for him to say that. With her innocent beauty and perfect fitness, she was a masterpiece that any man would be lucky to have. Then, he spanked Liz once more, highlighting the rather unbelievable state of his luck.
Encouraged by his words, Gwen took a step closer, next to Liz once more. She looked at him questioningly, he nodded, and her hand exploded on Liz's bottom, filling the room with another sharp crack, one that was markedly different from the earlier ones.
"That's too much-" Liz said, trying to argue, but Peter cut it short with another spank of his own, this time actually stiff enough to make pain overwhelm her pleasure, reminding her that there was no place for disobedience. He received an annoyed glare in reply, but it was short-lived against his warning glare, promising more if she insisted to continue with this approach.
The next move Liz did was a nod of obedience, giving Gwen the opportunity to spank her bottom once more. Peter decided to reward Liz, and when her hand landed on her bottom once more, he grabbed the edge of her underwear, and pulled it sharply. The fragile fabric had no chance to resist his supernaturally enhanced strength, leaving her bottom bare.
He slipped his fingers inside, but his eyes were locked with Gwen, happy to find mostly excitement there. Gwen continued slapping her bottom, rather stiff as well, while he started exploring her tunnel. Liz's cries got louder and louder, with pleasure taking an ever-increasing share of it.
It didn't take a genius to see Gwen was starting to feel neglected, so he gestured her to lean closer, which she did rather enthusiastically. He pulled her bra down, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts, before leaning forward and capturing her nipple between his lips, biting and licking in an alternating manner, and soon, Gwen's cries melded into Liz's, creating a rather arousing symphony, one that brought his erection to painful levels.
Luckily, there was no reason for him to suffer it helplessly. "It's time for the real event," he said as he stopped playing with Gwen's nipple, and gestured her to take a step back.
Before Liz could question what he had meant, he pushed her on the floor, his arms already around her waist to prevent a painful collision. Liz found herself on all fours, her naked bottom raised invitingly. He lost no time before taking a position behind her, pushing inside without warning, pushing his full length, which extracted a satisfied moan, no less loud than her earlier pained cries.
"It doesn't seem like a punishment," Gwen murmured jealously, not liking the sudden change. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts in a disapproving manner, but considering her nakedness, it had the opposite impact. Still glistening with his earlier kisses, framed by her fragile yet beautiful arms, it was a beautiful sight.
"Don't worry," Peter answered even as he slammed inside her rapidly, not bothering to wait for her to adapt to his presence, though that wasn't exactly a punishment, as shown by Liz's repeated moans, not strained by pain. His fingers worked wonders to loosen her. "The punishment is about to come."
Peter slammed inside her repeatedly for the next few minutes, but with an interesting detail. Whenever her cries of pleasure rose, his pace slowed down just a bit, making sure she moved to a deeper state of pleasure, but leaving her unable to take the last step. Gwen smirked as she realized what it was going on, and took a seat close to him to watch the show that was about to happen.
She even decided to give him a small reward. She sat with her legs open, and pushed her panties to the side, enough to leave the entrance of her folds unbarred, and her fingers disappeared inside, while her other hand playing with her breast. It was a beautiful sight, one that was only enhanced by her shy expression.
Liz didn't pay attention to that, occupied with the increasing pleasure she was enjoying. But it took a while for her to realize that a climax was still far away despite her ever-increasing pleasure, and at that point, she was dangling at the edge, her mind already dominated with pleasure. Once again, it was only possible with the spider-sense, allowing him to read her exact status before even she cold, allowing him to keep her at the edge easily.
"Peter," she moaned in a helpless need. "Please let me cum."
"Not until you apologize to Gwen," he answered, not changing his pace even for a moment.
She turned to Gwen, only then realizing the state she was in. Peter had to slow down immediately, because Liz tightened even further as she realized the exact state Gwen was in, her naked body shining under an errant ray of light as she slowly teased her body.
"Gwen, I'm sorry-" Liz managed to say before interrupted by a moan. He spanked her, reminding that it wasn't enough. "It was unacceptable to do something like that. Please accept my apologies," she cried, the need overflowing in her voice.
"Good attempt," Peter said before Gwen, who had already forgotten her earlier irritation and was watching the proceedings with fascination, could speak and absolve Liz of her guilt. He had something rather more interesting in mind. "However, empty words won't cut it. You need to convince her you're really sorry."
"How?" Liz exclaimed, the frustration mounting under his assault.
"I have just the idea," he said with a smirk before turning to Gwen, gesturing her to sit in front of Liz. Gwen looked empty for a moment before she realized what he was implying, her blush invading her face once more, this time with an intensity he had never seen in her face.
But after a moment's hesitation, she followed his direction, slowly sauntering to the position, her hesitancy could be mistaken for intentional eroticism for anyone unfamiliar with her tells. She stopped in front of Liz, and let her panties fall around her ankles before she took the position.
Distracted with more immediate concerns, Liz hadn't noticed Gwen's movement until she saw her panties. Liz twisted her neck to look at him, her expression incredulous. "It's a good way to apologize," Peter said like he was talking about something ordinary. Meanwhile, Gwen took her position directly in front of Liz, ready for the next step. Peter nodded her to proceed.
"But-" Liz started to argue, but Peter cut the rest of the words off in the form of another spank, even stronger than the previous ones. Their eyes met for a second, but after staring down many villains, her impotent anger just flowed around him, every slide inside her dousing its fire. It was hard to maintain an angry disposition when struggling at the edge of the arousal. Acceptance blossomed in her eyes and she turned back, only to meet with Gwen's glistening slit, waiting conveniently for her.
However, the moment wasn't without a surprise for him as well. Gwen, showing an initiative he wouldn't have expected, slid her hands through Liz' hair and pulled her down without a warning, a reversal of the earlier moment, forcing Liz to caress her nether lips with the unsure movements of her tongue.
It wasn't hard to deduce that, for all her surprise, Liz was enjoying the moment quite a bit, her emotions an open book to read, not to mention the way she clamped around his girth wasn't exactly hard to decipher. Peter felt the desire to push deeper into her, triggering an orgasm that promised to be spectacular, but he held himself back, not wanting to break the conditions he had set earlier for Liz. She wasn't going to have her own release before Gwen was satisfied with hers.
However, it didn't mean he couldn't use other methods to make the process more fun. He caught Gwen's eyes and gestured her to Liz's breasts, which was barely held back by her bra as they shake with his every push. This time, Gwen didn't hesitate as she released Liz's bra and revealed her dangling breasts, her small pink areolas deliciously surrounding her rock hard nipples. Peter traced his lips with enthusiasm, desiring a taste of them, but unfortunately, the position didn't allow for it.
Minutes passed at that exact position, with Liz servicing Gwen while Peter did his best to keep her at the edge of an impending orgasm, enough to frustrate her if her out of control moans were any indicator. Still, she didn't slow down the treatment Gwen was receiving, understanding the conditions for the end of her delicious torture.
After several minutes, Gwen's expression shifted suddenly, or it would have been suddenly if he hadn't been able to read her every micro-expression, alerting him about her impending climax. Liz, on the other hand, panting under the sweet torture he had been subjecting her to, didn't realize until Gwen's sweet juices soaked her tongue. Peter decided Liz had deserved a release and sped up. Already at the edge, it took only a few deep strokes into her to trigger her release.
And what a release it was. She collapsed on the ground, gasping and moaning incoherently, her trembling arms and legs unable to support her. She was desperately clamping around him to steal his seed, but he didn't allow it, not willing to take the risk with her.
Peter was tempted to continue pushing inside her until she lost consciousness, but from her expression, he could see that Gwen had a better idea. He pulled out even as Gwen grabbed Liz's arm and make her lay on her back before laying on top of her, their breasts pressing against each other as the most delicious sandwich he had ever seen.
He didn't need an invitation to slide his erection, still glistening wit Liz's juices, into Gwen, earning a rather loud moan from her. Already enjoying the aftermath of a climax given by the lips of her partner-in-crime, it didn't take long for Gwen to start breathing hard, which turned into deep moans as his shaft invaded her depth without even bothering to give her time to adapt to his presence.
He was expecting her cries to fill the room, but that was prevented by an unexpected source. Liz, managed to throw the effects of her climax enough to move once again, grabbed Gwen and pulled her into a deep, heated kiss. Gwen stiffened, somehow feeling shy about a kiss despite the much more intimate one she had received from Liz moments ago. Peter didn't slow down his assault of course, each push echoing in the room as he drilled her.
Already riding the aftershocks her earlier orgasm, it didn't take long for Gwen to climax, but this time, he was sufficiently close to the edge as well. He barely managed to pull back before exploding, and quickly changed position, and moved to the other side, where they were still occupied with the kiss.
But the presence of his shaft was enough to steal their attention. Liz was the first one to open her mouth, and he pushed his shaft inside, deep enough to tickle the back of her throat, slamming repeatedly as he drove closer to the climax. Gwen leaned down, licking the part that he was unable to squeeze into Liz' throat.
He managed to pull out before the climax, spraying both of their faces with his seed, covering their faces white. Then, he pulled back, watching them licking it from each other's faces, both girl too deep into the cavern of pleasure to feel self-conscious about it.
"How is your meal," Peter asked as he took a seat in the nearest available surface.
"Delicious," Liz answered as she took a break from her meal. Meanwhile, Gwen just blushed, realizing the vulgarity of the situation, but that vulgarity didn't prevent her from continuing to lick his seed from Liz' face, enjoying the taste.
He waited until they were finished with the task. "Why don't you get a fresh dose if you enjoyed the taste that much."
"A good idea," Liz said, but while she was busy with quipping, Gwen already jumped up to her feet, and was first one to reach his shaft, her lips clamping around instantly. Liz, with an amused smirk in her face, just repeated her earlier treatment, pushing her until she was skewered with his presence. But this time, the only reaction Gwen gave was an enthusiastic moan.
Liz let her pull out when she started to struggle due to lack of oxygen, but when Gwen pulled away, she was quick to steal her place. "You hungry slut!" Gwen exclaimed, but instead of trying to pull her away, she pushed her forward, returning the favor.
The exact scene repeated several times until Peter interjected. "Come on, girls," he said as he grabbed their hair and pulled them back, then positioned his shaft between their breasts. He hadn't needed to give a prompt for the girls to start giving an amazing titjob, squeezed between two amazing pairs, their tongue darting out to caress the crown.
In this life, there were some things a man not supposed to resist, and a desire to release while under the influence of a collaborative titjob from two sexy blondes while their tongues battled around the tip of his manhood was one of those things. "It's time," he warned them after several minutes of enthusiastic treatment.
This time, Gwen was faster, and covered the tip of his shaft with her mouth, mostly catching his release in her mouth, though a trickle escaped from the side of her mouth. "You greedy slut," Liz exclaimed as she grabbed Gwen's hair, and captured her lips before she could swallow her loot. Peter just watched as the girls conducted an erotic battle, and not entirely serious as well if he were to trust their wandering hands.
Peter spend a minute watching the amazing battle in front of him, using the opportunity to recover. Then, he took his place behind Liz, but he had an ulterior motive for it.
Liz purred in satisfaction when she felt his arms wrapping around him, which was enhanced further as he pressed his shaft against her entrance. Not that she could have said anything in any case, with her ability to argue was compromised by Gwen's strategic presence, and with her path of escape cut by his hands. Liz had no choice but to but to accept his presence.
He pushed forward, filling her insides while Gwen stood at the other side of her, pulling her head down to her chest to muffle her voice between her perfectly-shaped breasts. He grabbed Liz's bottom, squeezing to enjoy her plumpness, hard enough to leave a mark.
The school-life wasn't all bad, he admitted.