Overflowing black: Harem of Symbiotes

The duo decided to hang out inside a small music shop they should go to. Well, technically, Gwen used to go there and drag Peter along since she was the music freak of the group. Even if she looked like a good girl, there was a wild soul under that big and innocent smile. However, the alien had other plans in mind since she began to release the boy's musk slowly so it would affect Gwen from the moment they left home, giving ample time for it to take effect. It wasn't as effective as doing it in an enclosed space, but the girl seemed to be incredibly touchy with Peter, so it would only take an hour . . . more or less. Venom had decided to not mention this small detail to Peter just to boost his confidence. Something to make it clear to him that any woman could fall for him in the right conditions.

The music shop had seen better days; there was a clear divide between the part in the front that sold musical instruments and accessories, the part with the most people, and the back part of the store. There were music CDs, vinyls, cassettes, and other kinds of old artifacts that only a music nerd like Gwen would find valuable. So, in the middle of the library of ancient technology and in between the white metal shelves that held the discs over the black wooden floor, Peter and Gwen were just spending some time.

They were even surprised that it was open after all; it happened the day before, but it seemed that the area of New York wasn't that affected by the earthquakes.

Gwen was starting to feel weird. It was this strange heat that made her sweat come from her loins. The teenager only needed a few seconds to realize that it was coming from her pussy as images of cocks and tentacles that she had seen on the internet began to flash inside her head.

She tried to ignore it, but the more time that passed, Gwen began to have strange fantasies with Peter. The heat radiating from her ovaries now made the girl imagine her friend doing all kinds of lewd acts there and, most importantly, breeding her. She bit her lower lips, feeling her panties getting wet and trying to ignore those urges.

"Man, I love some Linkin Park. . ." she muttered while looking at the disc on the stand, trying to think of other things.

Peter, being next to her, let out a sigh. "Please, don't sing In The End again; I'm tired of that song," he muttered with a tired tone. That song was burned into his eardrums.

Gwen chuckled and gave him a small punch on the shoulder. "Come, Peter, you can help me with the rap part," she suggested with a wide smile.

The boy shook his head and raised his hands. "No thanks," Peter clearly said in a tone that made it clear that he didn't want to hear that song again.

She let out a deep sigh. "Well, I put my trust in you, but in the end, it doesn't even matter," Gwen finally added, making a shit-eating grin.

Peter chuckled and rubbed his temple. "Jesus Christ, Gwen," he muttered, as the joke was so bad it was funny for him.

"Well, do you see something you like?" The girl asked with a curious tone, happy about her small success.

"Yes," Peter muttered, and when he pretended to reach for a CD with one hand he then groped Gwen with the other, it looked like he was just stretching to reach something out of reach and coincidentally touch her.

Gwen let out a muffled moan when she felt the teenage strong hands firmly grabbing her ass. It was the first time that anybody had touched her there. The declaration, mixed with the sensation of those strong fingers sinking into her fat posterior, made her blush like a tomato. "Peter . . .what are you doing . . ." she muttered while feeling completely defenseless and her heart beating like it was about to blow up, questioning if this was a mistake or his true intentions.

The boy didn't stop; he kept attacking and groping that big posterior as if it were a stress ball. From a small, accidental touch, it evolved into a lustful grab with clear intentions. "If it's not obvious; I love you," he confessed to her with a big smile.

Gwen swallowed saliva, her cunt and heart on fire as the declaration hit her like a truck. Since the multidimensional merge, she was feeling weird; both her body and mind felt alien to her, but her love for Peter was 100% natural. "Fuck . . . I love you, dork . . ." she confessed while not trying to sound like a bitch in heat; however, sweat was starting to coat her skin, giving Peter the clear signal that she was indeed a horny teenager like him.

"But . . . Do you need to touch me that way?" She asked while trying to smile, the hand going a little more aggressive and treating her big-ass like a baker making bread.

Peter quickly went behind her, making sure to look around and find out that the store was a desert. Probably the owner went to get lunch and left the two alone. "You don't like it?" He asked with a friendly smile, placing his face dangerously close to Gwen's.

"I like it . . . fuck I like it a lot. . . but someone could catch us. . ." the girl confessed while feeling both hands assaulting her posterior; she even needed to bite one of her fingers to not moan loud and hard.

"That is the best part," Peter whispered near her ears, making it clear that he as well as she was a complete degenerate. The groping with the two hands went even faster and deeper, rubbing her lips across her wet underwear and even poking her back door with his thumbs.

Gwen could feel as if the heat was building and building up, about to boil over and make a mess on the ground. "Stop it now . . . I'm getting close. . ." she confessed while trying to hold her orgasm as long as possible. However, feeling Peter's hands so close to her sex was making Gwen go crazy.

The boy had a mischievous idea: he would show Gwen how much she mattered to him without using words, just his body. "Ok," Peter answered with a wide smile on his lips.

Gwen nodded and let out a sigh of relief before feeling her stockings get torn and her soaked white panties pulled down. The girl let out a loud squeal as she felt the cold air of the music store rubbing against her exposed slit.

The boy marveled for a second at that puffy pussy with big lips and a fully erect clit. It was soaking wet from all the teasing to the point that one could see strings of fluids coming out of it.

"Peter! What are you doing?!" Gwen exclaimed and then felt Peter's hot breath near her cunt; she could almost sense the boy's gaze looking at that private place with fascination. She loved each second of this; however, the possibility of getting caught at any moment made her heart beat as if it was about to blow up.

Peter took a few seconds to just enjoy the view and fragrance oozing from one of his best friends. "Finally giving you what you deserve after years of teasing," he answered with a mischievous smile, finally making her pay for those years of her sitting on top of him on the bus or while they were playing video games. If Gwen wanted Peter to be her personal chair, she would get that.

As he was doing his job, a small tendril of Venom came out of Peter's back and quickly slid its way near the computer at the front desk. It only took the alien a few seconds of her black mass seeping inside the computer to increase the volume of the ambient music to its maximum in order to cover this deed.

"Already shaved?" The horny teenager asked with a teasing tone while still grabbing those ass cheeks. Peter even got a good look at Gwen's pink star; that asshole almost tempted him, but he decided not to push things too far yet.

Gwen closed her eyes for a second as her face was fully red. It was shameful having Peter look at her backdoor from so close, but she couldn't stop herself from loving it. Exposing everything about herself to her best friend felt just right. "It is hygienic . . ." she mumbled answering Peter's question, and then Peter kissed her cunt.

Of course, Peter kept the groping going while tasting a human pussy for the first time. As the strong salty flavor began to flood his senses, the boy massaged that girl's ass and took out the frustration of years of teasing on it.

As Peter was carving his way into Gwen's cunt, he began to sense his tongue not stopping growing, fighting its way inside, and even feeling the soft sheet of her partially torn hymen from ballet. ("Why does my tongue feel so long . . .") He asked Venom while the girl couldn't stop moaning and rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She went as far as covering her mouth with both hands, trying to muffle the sounds.

("Wait, is that her cervix?") Peter asked again as he felt a fleshy ring on the tip of his tongue, and Gwen let out a yelp of pain and pleasure.

Venom chuckled, happy that Peter and Gwen were enjoying that gift. ("Do you like it? I thought you would need it,") She answered with a teasing tone.

("I am loving it,") Peter answered as he could feel not only the strong taste but also the pulsating cunt of Gwen constricting his tongue with each lick.

Peter gains:

Pink tendril: Peter's tongue has been improved and changed into a 30-cm prehensile tentacle that stays in its normal shape and size when not stimulated. +20 Virility.

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