54: Training with Gwen… *

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Peter was busy on his computer; he'd been looking for the owner of the warehouse he'd been using. He wanted to buy it and do some work to make it into a small facility. Sure, it wouldn't be something big, but it would be his little secret facility. It took him hours of stumbling around, hacking the cameras to spot who came in here and not, and doing so much work before he could find who owned the warehouse.

He did find the man, so Peter could go and proceed with buying this place before renovating it into something of a personal lab, and training facility. After he was done with it, Peter sighed; he was going to finally start training Gwen now. Because he wanted her to be able to protect herself, and their child, if need be.

He couldn't always be with her, after all.

So, that's exactly what he did, he went to pick her up before teleporting inside the warehouse. She wouldn't know the location like this. He didn't really care if she knew, but Peter was using this place to fuck girls too, so it would be disastrous if she came here looking for him and ended up seeing something she shouldn't.

Something he didn't want her to see for now.

He'd called and told Yuri to not come today—he couldn't risk it, after all.

"Whoa," Gwen wowed, entering through the portal. "This is exactly like a place where a mafia lord would be. Peter, tell me, you aren't someone like that, are you?" she joked, looking around.

"Who knows," Peter said darkly, "I might just be-" and there came the slap. "Ow! What for Gweneth? Why do you use violence on hubby so much?"

Gwen thinned her lips, "It seems 'hubby' needs a beating."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Gwen nodded.

Peter chuckled, "Well, you'll have plenty of time for that. Come on, we're 'training' you today."

Gwen blushed.

"Don't think anything funny!" Peter bonked her on the head. "Pervert."

Gwen only seemed more flustered. Usually, she was the one saying Peter was a pervert. But… it was nice being called that from time to time now that she heard it. And not like she hadn't thought of it. She had, most definitely. She's a healthy teen, of course, she would fantasize about some 'things' she was curious about.

Though Gwen would admit, her first time wasn't really the best of experiences. And she knew that it was time that she let it go, that she lives the happy life she deserves. But… her mind refused to listen, still wandering to that time when Peter forced himself on her.

"Come on," Peter sent a web hurling at her, and her spider-sense—or so Peter called it—flared, making her dodge out of the way as she jumped up. Gwen's stomach lurched at how much she was able to jump, and she couldn't help but reflexively close her eyes.

"Open your eyes!" Peter shouted, and she felt her spider-sense blaring warnings at her, again. Her feet had yet to near the ground, and her body reacted on its own, her arm shooting a web at the ceiling as she dodged the web shot by Peter again.

Even though the web wasn't harmful—as Peter didn't want to hurt her—her body reacted instinctively.

"No, Gwen, it's not wrong to let your body be at the mercy of your instincts, but letting them reign supreme is wrong. Don't overly rely on them, but use them to their fullest potential too."

"Like that's so easy to do!" Gwen shouted sarcastically, scared as she hung down. "Now help me get down, you prick!"

Peter snorted in laughter.

Needless to say, it was fun training her. Though Gwen might have something to say about the 'fun' part.

After their training session, both were lying on the bed—oh, Peter had bought a real bed and moved it in here using [Inventory]—watching a movie. Though watching might be too strong a word as they were busy kissing each other hungrily.

Gwen was on top of him, and her hands were grabbing his shirt with quite some force as she kissed him on the lips.

Peter wasn't feeling so good.

Her lips were soft, and he was getting horny.

"G-Gwen," he pushed her away. "We should stop, I think. I won't be able to stop if we did-" Peter was silenced with another kiss, a kiss Gwen initiated before forcing her tongue inside his mouth.

She didn't let him say anything, and just pushed her hands on his chest, pinning him to the bed. The kiss lasted for a while, and by the end of it, both were a bit breathless.

"I'm taking the l-lead, this time around," Gwen said, a huge blush on her face.

Peter was surprised.

Gwen?

Taking the lead?

"Won't that be interesting?" Peter murmured, putting his clothes inside [Inventory] as he moved up, stealing her lips for a soft peck.

"I'm yours for the night, then." He whispered against her ear, nibbling on it as he did so.

Gwen shuddered, feeling an erect cock on her stomach.

"M-mine too," Gwen 'ordered' sternly, a tight-knit in her eyebrows.

Peter almost laughed, she wanted to act dominant, eh?

He put her clothes in [Inventory] and she yelped as her body came into contact with the environment, her boobs—which were growing bigger—greeted the world In their full glory, as she felt her wet pussy touch him.

Gwen shuddered slightly.

"Let's start, shall we?" she said confidently, her blush growing bigger as she slid down before looking at his cock. She wanted to give him a blowjob.

She'd… researched a bit, and as it turns out, men like it, so…

But she couldn't, not with him looking at her like that!

Gwen was embarrassed. She didn't want him looking at her as she did… that, so without thinking, she moved around, her back facing him so that he couldn't see her face. But unexpectedly, Peter grabbed her and pulled her butt closer to his mouth, and when she realized it, they were already in a 6-9 position…

Now that she thought of it… this was even more embarrassing.

But as she'd been psyching herself up for this for days, Gwen only gulped once before her head went down toward the veiny monster as she looked at it in wonderment and bafflement. How could it… fit inside her? Wasn't it too big? Then again, Gwen wasn't sure, the last she had sex with him, it went in easily even though she was a virgin at the time.

Gwen gave his cock a stroke, looking at it with big eyes before she started moving down hesitatingly.

"Eeeep!" Gwen yelped, tensing as she felt Peter giving her pussy a lick.

She didn't want to be left behind, so Gwen dove down, and gave a lick from top to bottom. Then, she opened her mouth wide before she started sucking his tip like a lollipop. Peter felt good, if the groan she felt against her pussy was of any indication.

As his cock was fully engrossed in her saliva, Gwen moved down, trying to take it in in a single long gulp. She didn't seem to have a gag reflex, it slid down her throat quite easily. Peter tensed, and Gwen couldn't help but feel a bit proud.

She stood like that for a few more seconds before moving up, his cock sliding out of her mouth as Gwen coughed a little. That… wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Gwen continued giving him a good job, so did Peter.

It was fun pleasuring each other like this. Or so Gwen thought, at least.

Soon enough, Gwen felt as if she was reaching her edge. Peter had been nibbling and sucking her pussy for a while, and maybe he noticed something as he shoved his tongue inside her. Gwen didn't last long after that, and reached her orgasm.

Peter still didn't though. And Gwen definitely didn't like that.

So, she jerked around, sat on top of him, pinned him down with her strength, and lined his cock against her entrance. She was still a newbie, so she was a bit afraid. It had hurt so much the first time, would it still hurt?

That was a question on her mind that made her hesitate. Though her saliva on his cock, and her drenching pussy didn't let her mind wander off for long as it slid in without much resistance at all, expanding her walls around as Gwen released a sweet moan.

"Fuck…" Peter hissed, groaning as his cock pulsed a few times before releasing everything inside her pussy. Damn it! She'd just let him in, they hadn't even started fucking yet!

It was expected given Peter was near his edge when she was giving him a blowjob, so it only took penetration for him to cum because of how tight she was.

Gwen smiled feeling his cum seeping out of her pussy before she started moving up and down, slowly. She didn't want this time to be as rough as the last.

She just wanted to enjoy herself tonight.

Kleptomania.

a mental health disorder that involves repeatedly being unable to resist urges to steal items that you generally don't really need. Often the items stolen have little value and you could afford to buy them. Kleptomania is rare but can be a serious condition.

That's what Felicia had found out about her condition a while ago. And at the time, she had definitely not believed in such bullshit; but over time, she couldn't help but believe it. After all, she had an unhealthy obsession with stealing things. Especially glittery shiny things.

She'd first discovered this obsession of hers back when she was in middle school. There was this one annoying girl who was jealous of her, and she seemed to feel good about herself by flaunting her wealthy parents.

And one day, she'd snuck a diamond—a real diamond, which was her mom's—in school, and Felicia, being the Kleptomaniac she was, obviously had the urge to steal that diamond. And steal she did.

Needless to say, the little girl had earned quite an earful, and Felicia hadn't seen her again.

Kleptomania…

Felicia sighed, her toes curling as her eyes glinted, her stomach had this funny feeling within that made her spring up to her feet as she neared a person.

Her Kleptomania was acting up again. Felicia bit her lips, but couldn't stop herself from sneaking her hand toward her English teacher's wrist. There was a beautiful, glittery bracelet there; a bracelet she wanted.

Though it seemed that it was the wrong move as her teacher, Natalie Maxwell, if her memories served her right, turned to face her, catching Felicia's wrist before giving her an off look.

"How can I help you?" the teacher smiled, and Felicia's heart skipped a beat—fuck… why did this Nat have to be so pretty? Felicia can't resist such charms for fuck's sake.

"Uh, I want your help, Miss. Natalie." Felicia smiled obliviously, her stomach churning at her failed attempt. Fuck, calm down, girl…

"With what?" Nat raised an eyebrow, her smile widening into something mischievous.

Felicia blushed, thinking of something as her eyes glinted yet again, "A boy's been bothering me." She said, biting her lip. "I would've beat him up, but my mom's not been happy with me beating up guys lately."

Nat frowned, "Who?"

It so happened that Peter's Parker Luck was on full throttle yet again and he was passing by with Gwen, both talking to each other, happy. Gwen particularly so, had this glow about her.

"Peter. Peter Parker." Felicia said, pointing at him. "He touched me inappropriately."

If only she knew how accurate she was.

"Hmmm," Natasha hummed, her eyes sharpening, her brows furring into a tight frown.

Natasha didn't like seeing girls being mistreated, maybe because of her experiences in the Red Room. So, now that she'd heard that one of her students was being harassed by another one of her students, Natasha—who was acting as a teacher to keep an eye on a particular someone because Fury had given her a mission—felt responsible for it.

"Don't worry, he won't bother you again." Natasha smiled at the girl.

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