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Leaning over the counter and tapping her foot, Gwen did her best to act casual. Act normal. Act like her suit wasn't torn open to expose her perky ass and her bare cunt. There was a lot about the utter weirdness of what she was up to here and all of it required heavy compartmentalizing to make happen, a trust in Miguel that felt more than a little bit questionable, but the choice wasn’t really hers now. She felt desperate to impress and to seek approval.
So when one of the Spider-Men hanging around came up behind her and sank his cock right into her pussy, not addressing her in the least as he did so, this was supposed to be her getting that approval. That meant giving up to it.
Not from this Spider-Man, of course. From Miguel. From the top Spider-Man. She'd admitted to feeling listless and a bit adrift after joining the Spider Society, guilty over leaving her dad behind and coming to do all this, even if it stood as such an important thing to have to do. What she hadn't expected was for Miguel to giver her a task to deal with those feelings that involved something half as insane as the idea of being a free use slam piece around Spider Society HQ.
Doing her best to just ignore everything that hit her, Gwen remained leaned over the counter, trying anything she could to handle this as the pressure of the first Spider-cock sliding into her hit her with a whole lot of pressure. She wanted to appear aloof and steady, told that just letting them use her and not making anything of it unless they directly interacted with her was the ideal for 'free use'. It didn't make a lot of sense to her, doubly because there was no way anyone's cock fucking her wasn't 'interacting' with her, but in her desperation for purpose, she wasn't about to complain about being given something to do, wasn't going to question it.
So she let the Spider-Man fuck her from behind, wild strokes and an insistent push toward wild madness and chaos, the wild excitement of something she had no constructive idea how to deal with. She just leaned there, accepting the thrusts, accepting from Spider-Man everything he had to give her. It was quite a bit of cock to have to handle, the shiver and the struggle of delving in to these worries, into the feeling of uncertainty that she had no answer for. She wasn't the kind of girl who went around having lots of sex. Now, she was about to have a lot more than ‘a lot' of sex.
Relentless thrusts continued to light her up, and Gwen held her ground as best she could. "So good," he groaned. "Haven't seen you around here? Spider-Slut?"
"Don't push your luck," grumbled Gwen. This wasn't helping! She didn't make a mess of it, still trying her damnedest to not completely spiral through all of this madness, but comments like that made for precisely why Gwen felt so antsy about all of this. How could she not be anxious and frustrated when she was being spoken to that way? It was everything she hadn't wanted all pushing her thoughts around and testing her composure. It was a test she felt like she wasn't really meant to win, though.
The thrusts kept up. With her back arched and her ass set against his lap, it all felt a bit dizzying, but Gwen held strong. She had to. Everything Spider-Man did to her was something she knew she'd have to get used to. By itself, that wasn't even too bad. It felt good, once she was able to push harder against all these worries and really dig in to the matter. It felt nice, and she was opening up to the weirder haze of pleasures that got her to ache for more of this, warming up under an insistence that felt daunting and overbearing. But she was going to have to do all of it; that was what shook her a little bit, kept her embarrassed and frustrated by all the pressures about to take her.
She felt everything. Her spider-senses lit her up with a very keen awareness of everything. How tight her held her, how his breath spiked up, how the utter insanity of using her was getting him all sorts of sloppily ready to go all out. it felt like pleasure in its absolute maddest form, a frontier of indulgence and sloppiness that remained all Gwen could focus on. These thrusts were steady, intent, seeking to have their way with her, and she did her part just to try and handle feelings that kept up their chaotic, clenched-tight pressure. She had to give in to them, and the more that Gwen tried to deal with all of it, the more this felt like an absolute burn of pure madness now.
"Here we go!" yelled Spider-Man, who came inside of her without asking. He just let loose inside of her, pumping hr full and making her twist through wild embarrassment, the kind of forceful heat that Gwen knew was probably going to just be how this all was. She did her best to hold steady while he came raw inside her, focusing on an effort to just deal with all of it and let this happen. she didn't have any choices here, just accepting the wild pressure sweeping across her, the heat to keep falling in to. Her own orgasm felt more subdued, but she was sure that was only likely to change.
"Thanks, "she muttered, dry and frustrated as he pulled out of her. But she didn't get any peace; Spider-Man was quickly replaced behind her by Spider-Man, who sank into her now-used pussy and got right to work at all the same sort of desires.
"Hey there," said this new Spider-Man, whose thrusts were as direct and insistent as could be in wildly using her, thrusting hard and deep into her while she remained leaned over the counter. "Most Spider-Women don't wanna go free use, so I really appreciate that. It's tough to date when all your girlfriends die or get kidnapped by villains."
"Thanks for not calling me Spider-Slut." Another dry comment as the slide into snarky coping became all that Gwen could really offer. Save for pussy. She was suffering up lots of pussy, and as this Spider-Man cock hammered into her, it all felt like a lot of the same. A lot of the pressures that certainly felt good, but were hazily tainted, keeping her of two minds. Why had she agreed to this? It all felt like she had made a mistake even considering Miguel's request. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe leaving home at all had been a mistake, for that matter.
But the thrusts continued. This Spider-Man gripped her hips a lot tighter, and relentless thrusts carried hastily on, driven by a pace of greed and chaos and lust that all added up to something that Gwen felt more than a little bit powerless to manage. She did what she could, but the pressures were absolutely more than she was built to handle, struggling to deal with all of this, finding that she was stuck just falling to pieces under these lusts now.
This did feel good. She could admit that more and more as the thrusts added up, as the pounding insistence continued to wear at her. She wasn't able to resist the realities of a good, hard fucking. She was pent up too. God, was she pent up. Hazy moans felt like admissions of weakness, the burn of pleasures and frustrations that all added slowly up to be more and more to have to process, and the harder these thrusts wore at her, the more she was starting to feel the acceptance wash over her, a weight of compromising insistence inviting her to accept how good this felt.
The steady wear of her focus was a threat, one that she realized a bit too late as Spider-Man continued his wild thrusts. Gwen kept herself firm, even as her legs shook a little bit, as the thrusts wore at her more and more. Little moans that felt like guilty confessions of weakness invited her to accept the burning shames that she was doomed to give in to. Conceding to these thrusts embarrassed her, but it wasn't something she had any choice in now.
Spider-Man came inside of her, this one louder and more willing to be vocal, groaning, heaving, aching through the climax with an overbearing and obnoxious glee in filling her up to the brim with cum, it sent her over the edge again, into an orgasm more forward and noisy, but hardly better or steadier. The compromising insistence that hit her became something she remained unsure how to deal with, hopelessly frustrated by the sheer weight of these feelings all upon her.
"Hey, sex is a lot of work, think I can have a sec?" Gwen asked, turning her head over her shoulder to head off the next Spider-Man at the pass. At least, she thought she could. Her first mistake was in believing there was a distinct 'next' Spider-Man, and not a whole crowed of Spider-Men that had amassed behind Gwen. "I'm not gonna get a sec, am I?"
Webs shot at her back and yanked her out toward the crowd, making her shriek and stumble over as two Spider-Men caught her in mid-air, holding her for an upside-down spitroast they got right into, gripping her limbs for stability while their cocks slammed into her mouth and her pussy at the same time, catching Gwen completely unprepared, only not with her pants down because like an idiot she'd ripped an easy access hole at Miguel's order.
Feverish thrusts rutted wildly into her at both ends, and the insistence carried with it another sharp reminder of just how sexually frustrated every Spider-Man here seemed to be. She did what she could to handle herself and steady her body for this, but it was all much harder this time around thanks to the pressure that this invited, ferocious embarrassments keeping up something forceful and wild. The wickedness carried her to fall into these worrisome feelings, a chaos and a fire she wished she knew how to prepare herself for.
But a cock down her throat changed that. Wild slams forward plugged her breath up, kept her far less confident in what she was handling while she gagged and struggled through all these wicked feelings, a burning insistence that held her tight in its struggle, keeping her worried and uncertain about how to process these feelings. She didn't have a good answer for the storm of madness this invited upon her, stormy and senseless and forcing her to have to think twice about what to do here. She'd never had her mouth fucked like this before, but unrestrained thrusts down her throat forced her to learn the hard way, thrown right into the deep end by a Spider-Man who wanted only to let himself fall to pieces.
"Needed this," groaned the Spider-Man drilling her pussy, while the one fucking her mouth said in a language that Gwen wasn't able to even recognize. This was a hell of a situation, one that wore her down harder. "Glad we're finally taking care of it. Things have been tough lately." He conversed with the Spider-Man speaking in another language with easy fluidity, even while he spoke English. "No way. Your MJ got stolen from Doc Ock by Kraven? Double kidnapped, that sounds awful."
They spoke so casually about their troubles with women and their love lives while Gwen flailed and gagged between them. The pressures behind all of this felt maddening, the utter depravity that left her wholly uncertain of how to stand up for herself and deal with what they did to her. Excess overwhelmed her thoughts, kept her foggy and compliant, weakly letting this all happen. She didn't really have much choice here, but it still seemed more than a little bit outrageous to be left struggling and scrambling through all of this, a wild commotion that continued to do to her tings she felt less and less capable of navigating.
The pleasure wore down harder at her focus, grinding away at her thoughts, keeping her in a state where these sloppy pressures were starting to make sense to her. It was a little scary to consider that, a fact that tore across her, cutting her thoughts to pieces and inducing a weirder, sloppier panic by the second. To have to navigate all these feelings was starting to become a worrisome situation, a threat and a chaos she didn't have a clear, sensible idea of how to take care of. She just choked on the cock down her throat and let the weight of these thrusts continue to do to her things that felt like she was going to lose her mind giving up to them all. It was all exhausting, confusing, like something she couldn't even begin to process.
When the Spider-Men came, the one fucking her mouth pulled out, holding her up by the arms as he came all over her face. Gwen winced and hissed, lips pursed tight as she tried to suck down panicked breaths through her nose, thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed. The glazing of cum across her face didn't do much to make her feel better about any of this, the struggle and the shiver of what felt like potent disrespect, a ruinous heat that invited her to feel the weight of these weirder frustrations, a worry she felt no good answer for. But another load filling her pussy set her off with shrieking panic, with gasps of sloppy ecstasy that signaled just how quickly she was starting to collapse.
"Really, guys, can I have a sec?" she asked, only to get dropped down onto the floor like a bag of cement. She tried to roll onto her shoulders and kip up, but another Spider-Man was hastily upon her, grabbing her legs and pushing her forward, down in the piledriver position as he drove his cock into her ass. "Okay, come on now!" she yelled, but another Spider-Man slipped forward to slide into her mouth, straddling her head as he sat down on her face with a human-sized horsecock, muffling her and slipping its way in.
Instead of holding herself steady and getting out of this pressure, Gwen was trapped in an even weirder burn of more chaos and insistence, the ever-sloppier chaos of having to deal with this all, a faltering chaos that tore right across her thoughts. There was no response to these feelings, no answer for the chaos and pressure and ever-sloppier heat of what these Spider-Men did to her, keeping her down under their touch.
This wasn't even how free use had been pitched to Gwen, no longer any sort of casual use of her body for sexual pleasure, something she could ignore and just let happen to her. This was nothing short of a sloppy gangbang now, a whole flood of pent-up Spider-Men rushing her with the single-minded intention of ravaging her completely. It was overwhelming, keeping her in a state of sloppy worry that she was lost to. But it was getting better. She'd never known how sensitive her ass hole was until she was getting fucked in it so hard, but it was getting to her. She twisted around with hotter, sloppier enjoyment of these feelings, letting this keep coming, letting sloppy chaos keep her giving in.
It felt nice. Her mindset was shifting, and she was a bit weirded out by that fact, but she didn't stop it from happening, twisting through the continued acceptance of lusts that helped her sink into some sort of understanding, some semblance of a threatening chaos she just needed to roll with. These Spider-Men were just trying to get off, and they just out to take care of it.
Why was she even trying to see this as a problem? No, she was helping them. These Spider-Men too conversed about how they were frustrated and didn't have any girlfriends to fuck. Being Spider-Man was lonely. Being Spider-Woman was lonely, too. She was starting to see, starting to understand, and as she sank into that thought process, this all became easier. Her eyes were open, and sure, they were open to a faceful of a Peter Parker's pelvis, but her eyes were nonetheless wide open.
She sucked harder on the cock ramming down her throat. Her body stopped its fitful squirms to let the wild pressures hit her, the sweeping lust of joys and wants she felt ready to commit to. Gwen let it happen, let the pleasures wear at her, and she was compelled only to continue sinking in deeper, compelled to want more and more of the insane situation upon her. She gave in to these ideas, falling away from sense and pursuing these messes hotter. It made sense now. All of it. The pleasure was there for her to accept now, to embrace and to lose herself to, awoken to the truth and the pleasure and the bliss of giving in to it all now. She understood it with the utmost clarity, with a pleasure and an excitement that helped everything fall into perspective.
This orgasm was the best one yet. Willing. Ready. Everything upon Gwen was something to give up to. Miguel wanted her to take care of the loneliness of people just like her and help her find purpose by being the company she missed, quelling her loneliness in turn.
And Miguel definitely wasn't just throwing a vulnerable and suggestible new girl to the wolves to keep the boys happy.
Her body writhed in throbbing, orgasmic bliss, and the Spider-Men came inside of her holes, flooding her guts and her throat with cum, keeping her active and needy and ready to give up to these pleasures in full. It was a ragged, reckless mess of a situation to give in to, but she rode it out proudly, and as the Spider-Men pulled away, she was done running.
A hulking monster of a Spider-Man grabbed her next. One with six muscular arms that had torn holes through his suit, but to go along with his six arms were two massive cocks that would have probably broken any woman who was impaled down on them. But for Gwen, it was a challenge. "Lay it on me, big boy," she purred, biting her lip. "I can handle it."
Ready to put that to the test and strain what her superhuman durability offered her, the huge Spider-Man webbed her up into his grasp and slammed her down onto his cock, his huge hands using her body like it was little more than a fleshlight for how recklessly he moved to use her. Her ass and pussy were filled immediately to the brim with so much cock that Gwen let out wild shrieks, but she was committed to this task now, ready to be of service to as many Spider-Men as she could be, embracing this without a shred of restraint. She could handle it.
Up and down, she was dragged along the cocks, going limp to act as a lubed-up ragdoll for this very horny and very pent up superhero. "Give it to me," she hissed. He deserved it. She'd found her people, and they needed this as much as she did, trying her best now to be for them whatever they needed her to be. The burning ecstasy continued to compel Gwen along, her body tightly clenched and every focused, forward push desperately encouraging her to just give in to this. She rolled with all of it. She had to.
Gwen weighed nothing in Spider-Man's hands, but he was absolutely relentless in just how wildly he used her, groaning through the intense sensations and satisfactions this invited him to feel. he was merciless, hungry, full of hunger and chaos and a forceful desire to just give in to these pleasures. He had to. There wasn't any sense in trying to contain what this offered him, a pleasure he could simply embrace with everything he had in him. The burn of these lusts compelled Gwen along, and she looked out at all these Spider-Men waiting their turns, and vindication washed over her. She understood now, and she was ready for it.
"I'm going to give you all the pleasure you need!" she gasped. "I'll be your free use Spider-Woman! I promise!" She held steady, forceful, prepared to make the most of all of this, ready to deal with these pleasures, wanting only to embrace the sloppier fever and fire of wanting to give in to all of it now. There was nothing but wild satisfaction to be found in just giving in to all of this, a burning excitement that drove Gwen wild. "So line up and wait for your turn with me, but I'm going to make sure none of us are lonely. I promise!" She felt resolute. Ready. She was going to make sure her body was put to good use. There weren't a lot of Spider-Women around, and it seemed none of them wanted to perform this duty. Which was reasonable enough. But Gwen wanted to now! She felt the burning, resolute insistence carry her to absolutely need to make the most of this, and she was determined to ensure nobody was left wanting anymore.
That was a tall task given the scores and scores of Spider-Men in the crowd, a continued escalation that provided her with an absolute storm to have to deal with, but she was prepared to meet the challenge and to do everything in her power to handle it now. She was strong. Gwen was going to be ready, yanking off her mask so they could see the look of sloppy ecstasy on her face, the fuck-drunk expression of someone maybe a bit too into this now for sense.
Maybe she was breaking ton these cocks. it didn't matter. It was the good kind now. She bounced madly atop these dicks, double penetrated by one over-eager Spider-Man and his monster dicks, the embrace of these pleasures keeping her ready only to give in to the depth of pure lust upon her, and she was confident in how far she could take this. Her moans were electrified and senseless, and the sensation of being stuffed and stretched like this only made her want more of this. It compelled Gwen to need to lose control, and she felt ready for all of it now. The rapturous hunger surged across her, and Gwen remained single-mindedly committed, with downright obsessive fever, to letting herself be used.
The bellows from the powerful Spider-Man fucking her made for something so steep and so threatening that she had ample warning for what was to come. She embraced it, a beautifully demented escalation that tore through her without sense. There was nothing in the world she'd ever felt that could have compared to the orgasm taking her in that moment, the shuddering ecstasy of just wanting to lose all control, giving in with drunken delight to the idea of letting everything go. Ecstasy drowned out her focus, and Gwen let the flood of molten cum fill her to the brim, let the sheer weight of chaos and lust do to her thoughts something so depraved and chaotic that she didn't know how to keep from falling utterly to pieces now.
Filled with so much cum that it gushed out of her holes as she was lifted up off of the dick, Gwen was shoved back to the ground, but this time, she fell with purpose. Renewed and reinvigorated, Gwen took it upon herself to grab hold of two cocks in front of her, to suck one down and immediately reach for another to replace it in her grasp. This was the time to lose herself, and she felt confident in the ways her thoughts all but crashed into sloppy passion and a beautifully demented ecstasy now.
A blowbang seemed like just a smart way to handle more Spider-Men at once. Gwen quickly had the addition of more and more Spider-Men pushed against her, all shoving their cocks toward her, wanting attention and satisfaction, and Gwen was ready to give in to all of it. she felt the weight of these dizzy, drunken fevers take her, and she was prepared to see it all through, satisfactions that drove her forward, kept her in a state of wild surrender much too sloppy now for reason. This felt like an insane situation to have to explore, but one that Gwen was confident she could handle shoving forward with an emboldened readiness.
Big cocks to suck down kept her busy, but she had plenty to stroke, too, her hands ready to do whatever they could to tend to these demands, to leave the Spider-Men relieved under the weight of wild pleasures that could all be given up to fully. There was only pleasure here, only the molten satisfaction of exploring her way in to all of this, allowing it to be more and more of a mess to have to deal with. So many Spider-Men needed her attention, but with a switch flipped in her mind, Gwen was ready to satisfy all of them.
That meant a lot of sucking. a lot of stroking. The inevitability of this sloppy chaos upon her made for something so much more deranged than Gwen could have ever been braced for, but she felt so fucking ready to give up to it now, throwing herself in to these ideas without a shred of hesitation. She knew what she had to do, and she knew was in a good position to do it, letting the pleasures wash harder and hotter over her. She was in a good place now to just let these lusts rip across her, to let the idea of restraint stop making sense to her now. Everything about this situation now felt simple, indulgent, like a turn into pleasures she was open to embracing.
All the groans and smartass remarks from the Spider-Men crowding around her blended together. That felt like a good thing, as she took on so many of them at once. The shove of dicks into her face that she couldn’t even yet get to kept her scrambling, kept her wanting to do anything she could to sate all of these hungers at once, and it was all getting to be so much more than Gwen could have ever imagined. she didn't know how to handle it, but she wanted to, and a commitment from within to deal with this and take responsibility carried her to keep pushing, resolute n these lusts and in the need for more that this invited.
So many cocks. They throbbed so hard in her hand, kept her so active and so sloppy. Her pussy and her ass felt so empty now, dripping with cum, but this wasn't about her. She hardly felt unloved or wanting when there were so many Spider-Men around her. Her people. People who she could help, who needed this as much as she did. Sucking their cocks brought her satisfaction, and the idea that she’d ever been lacking in purpose had fallen fully away by now, leaving her only committed to the idea of giving up fully. There was nothing but pure ecstasy here for Gwen now that she was coming at it from the right angle, her mindset snapped into perfect excitement and acceptance of feelings that were finally able to align her thoughts and keep her pushing harder forward.
Each time she got a Spider-Man off, his cum splattered all over her face or into her mouth. She took all of it, swallowing what she could but finding even more satisfaction in the joy of having her face cummed on. Just something about the gradual build-up of it, like a badge of vulgar pride she could wear. Sloppy, slutty, completely demented, but keeping her very happy to pursue more and more of this in the throes of this hazy mess. Gwen took it all on, draining their cocks all over her face, letting the weight of these attentions bring with it a messier lust, the beautifully deranged heat of just having to give in to it all. It felt incredible, and she was there to take it all on, to burn hotter and happier as the weight of this madness became an unavoidable, inescapable burn of bliss.
The crowd of Spider-Men wore down. Gwen helped give them the pleasure they needed, draining their cocks, embracing these joys and allowing the moment to become one built on the joy of what she could grant them. Nothing sensible, nothing calm, just the mad pleasure of giving wholly up to these lusts now. It was everything Gwen could have hoped for, left with a gooey bukkake so grand that it was difficult to make out her facial features underneath it, the shivering ache and satisfaction of having been rendered so hopelessly overwhelmed and overjoyed.
When they were done, it was just Gwen again. She didn't feel lonely. She didn't feel any of that, relaxed back, drenched in cum with a simple on her face. She felt satisfied, accomplished. She’d just done something. Maybe now the free use would be a bit lighter and breezier through the day, given how satisfied the Spider-Men were. Maybe it wouldn't be. She was happy to face it either way, happy to be the Spider-Society's free use Spider-Woman. They needed one. She needed to be one. Gwen had her purpose now, and she wanted to go thank Miguel for giving it to her.
She'd be thanking him on her knees all night.