The inheritance Harry received from the Evans line after his mother died had ensured that the Parker family never needed to worry about finances. The basement area or what was once the basement area was converted into a moderately sized suite which he currently lived in. On the other hand, Peter's old room was converted into a laundry room with a washer, dryer, and the works.
Harry held Gwen up close to him when he returned to his bedroom suite. She still obviously felt some of the adverse effects from the Spider Bite. In fact she shook quite madly, almost foaming at the mouth when she was shifting against him.
"Easy, easy, Gwen, we're almost there," he whispered in her ear. He tried, potential in vain, to reassure her.
The problem was that he wasn't too certain if she could hear him or not. He would find out one way or another soon enough.
Harry placed her on the bed and did what he could to further stabilize her. The thing was that he didn't want her injuring herself in any way. That included biting her tongue off which she could be in danger of doing.
Her shakes increased in intensity and her arms thrashed and moved. The blonde was shaking madly. The bed was up against the wall. Harry was surprised when her arm jerked back and she put her fist against the wall damaging it.
Harry stopped a picture from falling off of the bedside table. It depicted him around thirteen years of age. It had him standing next to a blonde girl of about the same age. They stood in front of a crystallized tower with a red sun partially visible in the background, although you would have to have good sight to pick it out.
Harry made sure the picture was safe because it had particular sentimental value to him, one of his many adventures. He wondered if she made it. She said that it was doomed and that might have been twenty years ago based off of how time and space worked.
He turned his attention back to Gwen and her arms continued to twitch and shake with each other when it nearly got put through the wall again. Then she relaxed and started up again without warning. That was curious and Harry got on top of her, straddling her. He held her arms down by the shoulders, to try and make sure she stay stabilized.
The blonde squirmed underneath his form, but he managed to hold her down. The fact that she offered up so much resistance was surprising, given the enhanced strength that Harry had naturally.
Harry briefly wondered why he wasn't having the same reaction. He would have to figure that out in a matter of moments. The best that he could tell it was because that he had a natural immunity due to his other powers. That was just a shot in the dark as far as he was concerned.
"Easy, Gwen, easy, it will be okay," Harry whispered in her ear. He held her down with his right arm, the crystal on his red watch glinting in the light.
Again, it was up to debate whether or not she heard him. He swore that he saw the slightest flash of recognition.
Finally her body cooled down to the point where she was not thrashing about. Harry felt a bit of relief. He reached up and touched her forehead.
She was running a high fever. It didn't appear to be anything that was life threatening, but that didn't mean that she was out of the woods just yet. She could be in danger of losing her hearing because of the extremely high fever.
Harry could see that her shakes stopped and he moved over, turning on the computer at the bedside desk. Right on the floor in plain sight was a Paramedic Grade Kit.
He felt on pins and needles, almost as if he was expecting some kind of delayed reaction. Just because the spider bite didn't hit him straight away, it didn't mean that it wasn't going to come much later.
Harry closed his eyes and allowed a momentary sigh to escape his mouth. He needed to stop being so paranoid and just figure out what he had to do next.
He slid the jacket off of his shoulders and the spider that bit him fell out. It hitched a ride on the way there. It was dead now, and he was pretty sure that the spider that bit Gwen meant the same fate.
Unhooking the latch from the first aid kit, Harry removed a needle, and also he summoned over a vial of blood. A syringe was pulled out as well.
He gave Gwen an injection to help stabilize her further. He felt her forehead and much to his relief, her slowly tapered down. He checked her again and felt her forehead. What was in that syringe was an invention of his own, that would stabilize most cold and flu symptoms, if not outright cure it.
Rose did help him come up with a lot formula and it was based off of his mother's notes. Harry realized that he was sitting on billions of dollars right there, a potential cure for the common cold. But it would need more testing to pan out.
And with modifications, it could cure other diseases, but that was down the line.
With that thought out of his mind, he touched the top of Gwen's forehead once more. She still felt warm, but not as warm. He counted to thirty in his mind and touched the top of her forehead again.
He took out a device to take Gwen's temperature and gently pry her mouth open. He stuck it underneath her tongue and waited.
It was the recommended temperature.
She reached up and subconsciously grabbed his hand, even though she was in state of sleep. She had a rather firm grip.
Harry allowed her to do it, because it would keep her from thrashing. He took a moment to sterilize the skin, and then took a sample of blood from Gwen.
He could tell right now that there was something a bit different about this blood than anything else. Harry took a sample of blood from himself as well.
While Gwen rested and her body recovered, it was time to get to work. Gently, Harry detached his hand from hers and prepared to get started.
There were many questions and not a sufficient enough of answers. He picked up the drive with the data that he had from OsCorp and frowned.
That could be useful in helping him determine what happened, making some side by side comparisons. He would have to run some tests on the blood in the meantime. Gwen's DNA was normal before then, or so he thought.
He would find out for sure in a matter of moments. Until then, he had too many questions and not enough answers.
A woman sat with her back to the window in a computer chair. She currently sat in an Ultra-Modern Apartment in Europe. If one decided to turn down, they could see the Eiffel Tower easily from the floor they were on. So it was obvious that they were in Paris.
The woman was in her early twenties and had extremely curly hair. She typed away at the keyboard, deep in her thought. There were a few scars on her face, hints of a past that she would long since want to put away. Without the scars, she wouldn't be noticed when she would walk through an airport, that much was for sure.
That being said, she typed, only able to feel the sensation of some of the keys when her fingers went across the keyboard. Most sensations, she was completely numb to, especially on her right arm, from the elbow on down. She had to re-learn to do everything with her left hand, although she received some strength back into her right arm after the years. Not much in the way of feeling though.
More souvenirs she acquired from a world that we should soon forget. She entombed herself in the work that she was doing, her only escape from the past.
The phone on the table near her desk rang and she frowned, bringing herself out of her work. She answered it after a couple of rings.
"Hello?" she asked in a clear and concise British accent. About the best thing she had going for her was the fact that she got her teeth fixed. "Oooh…I see…was anyone hurt….oh…..how bad exactly was the damage…..yes they're here…..yes…..I'll tell them…no…..I'm sure that they'll call you soon enough."
The woman placed both hands on her desk, and pulled herself to her feet, closing her eyes. This was the worst part for her. She was in a wheelchair for almost three years before she learned how to walk again. The feeling below her waist came back but she wished that it didn't. It was replaced by a gripping pain all over her body.
Her left leg hurt during times of cold weather, not as a bad as yesterday, but worse than it felt two days ago. She reached over and picked up her cane to help steady herself.
The woman walked with a painstaking limp. It was obvious that the cane was needed. The fact that she was somewhat mobile after all she been through proved how much she fought through great adversity.
She raised her free hand once she reached the door and knocked on it. The woman waited like an obedient dog waiting for its master to call her in.
"Yes, come in."
She turned the door knob, her hand slipping from it once. She had to do everything manually without any usage of her special powers. It made her extremely humbled.
The young woman gimped inside, and saw Peter Parker-Osborn sitting behind a desk. He dressed rather stylish in a black silk suit, and slacks. He made some careful notes on a pad that he had sitting on his desk, and was chatting with an older gentleman who was solidly built, around the area of his mid-forties.
The girl stood leaning against the cane, not daring to sit down without permission. This was especially true with this older man in the room.
Her eyes locked on Peter for a second and he cleared his throat. "Yes, what is it?"
Her boss stared at her and the woman took a moment to collect herself. Clearing her throat, the young woman relayed her message to him without taking a breath.
"I just received a phone call from Menkin, there was an accident involving an Electrician at one of the Bio Lands. It ended up blowing out the power in the entire building."
The man in the arm chair looked at the girl. He leaned forward and one could see that it was Norman Osborn, complete with his amazing cornrow style haircut.
"How bad was the damage?" he asked her curtly. He didn't even bother to give her permission to sit down and he knew that Peter was too busy mulling over what she said.
"The power in the building was blown completely out for about ten minutes, before it could be restored with the backup generation," she said without taking a breath. She was in awe at being acknowledge by Norman Osborn. He had authority that should be respected. "A fair amount of the equipment in that level was fried or blown up and their didn't seem to be too many injuries other than the Electrician, who's in a coma and it ended up shorting out the security system so the logs for the past twenty four hours have been wiped out completely."
Despite the fact that it was relayed to him in one nonstop run on sentence, Norman got every word of it. Then again, he prided himself as a great genius that would be able to decipher this girl's inane babblings as she tripped over her tongue.
He scowled and pushed himself to his feet to face her. Ignoring the fact that she still seemed to be in awe because of him despite his look of disinterest, he made the orders that he needed to do. "Call, Menken back, and tell him we'll be back to deal with this personally. Then call our pilot and tell him to prepare the Jet, now."
The girl nodded in response, eager to please and help. The cane nearly slipped out of her hand but she held onto it.
Peter frowned and added as an afterthought. "In addition, tell Menken that the company will cover the man's medical bills, full, and send flowers to him."
Norman looked at his son like he had grown two heads.
"It will be good for PR," Peter commented and Norman understood him.
The businessman nodded in agreement. Norman left the room, barely even acknowledging the girl that was standing there, because his use for her was done for the day.
It left the two of them alone in the room. The girl really wished for a nice soft chair because it felt like there was a pair of nice hot knifes jabbing into the back of her damaged leg.
"So, do you need anything else?" she asked, looking towards her boss.
Peter racked his brain for a second. "No, thank you, Hermione, but you should get packed after getting in touch with Menken."
Peter's assistant nodded and decided that now it was the time to take her leave. She closed her eyes and walked off. The trip back to her room might have been like a trip over flaming coals given how much misery she was in because of the weather.
She would need to get a drink and some pills to dull her nerves before she left.
A couple of hours later, Harry crouched over a sheet of paper. It was the results of the blood test that he ran on both himself and Gwen. He scanned the paper and looked it over for a couple of moments. He took a moment to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose when he decided to take his next maneuver.
Making a split second decision, Harry reached over and grabbed the phone. He hit the speed dial and waited.
It took about a moment or two for the person that he was calling to pick.
"Hello?" a voice asked on the other end.
"Jean, it's me," Harry said.
"Oh, Harry!" Jean exclaimed in an excited voice. "How are you doing?"
"I wish that I was doing better," Harry told her. "But what's been going on with you."
Jean paused. "Oh, you know, the team is just doing the best that they can do. It won't be too long before we have to make a choice of how to proceed. Professor Xavier is taking the ultra pacifist view and you know how that goes."
"I have a good idea, but that won't last forever," Harry said.
"I know, both sides aren't looking that favorable right now," Jean agreed.
The rise of mutants could be an interesting thing in the world. There were some who knew enough to be concerned. And some people in high places that would exploit the potential fear of the unknown. Harry made plans to deal with preventing those flames to completely get stoked.
"So, are you coming over to the Institute any time soon?" Jean asked him.
Harry confirmed it for her. "Sooner than you think but I need your help. Something happened to Gwen."
"Oh?" Jean asked. "Is she okay?"
"Yes, there was an accident at the lab, I'll explain more, but she's doing okay," Harry answered back.
To her credit, Jean allowed this all to sink in. She was pretty sure that there was more to this than met the eye and Harry would tell her everything.
"I need to e-mail you something," Harry said. Jean made a noise which indicated that she understood what he was saying. "I need you to do me a favor and Hank take a look at it, if he can. It's the results of Gwen's blood tests that I've been running. I have a pretty good idea what could be going on, but it won't hurt to have an extra set of eyes looking at it."
"Okay, I'll pass it on to Hank when I get it," Jean said.
"Thank you very much," Harry said. It was just then he noticed Gwen stirring awake. The blonde was coming back into a state of being awake. "I'll let you go, Gwen's waking up."
"Oh, okay, I'll see you later," Jean said. She sounded excited about the prospect of seeing him extremely soon.
She did sound kind of breathless and Harry was pretty sure that he caught her just outside of training.
"Tell everyone that I said hi," Harry told her.
"Yeah, do the same for Gwen with me," Jean told him in response. "Okay, I've got to go, bye."
"Bye, Jean," Harry responded to him and he put down the phone.
He turned around and saw Gwen stir. She stretched and looked like she felt completely light head. The blonde responded in a strangled voice. "Harry?"
Harry smiled and got up to his feet to check on her. He didn't have that far to go.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," Harry said, placing his hand on hers calmly. She smiled and looked at him. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry," Gwen said in complete blunt honesty.
In response to that statement, her stomach rumbled. He chuckled and reached forward. He took her hand and helped her up to her feet.
Gwen felt a bit better than she was earlier. Given how she felt earlier, that wasn't really saying that much. However after she slept this off, the only thing that she felt was the hunger pangs.
"So, do you remember anything?" Harry asked her.
Gwen racked her brain as they reached the kitchen. She helped herself to a lot to eat, almost practically cleaning the fridge out. She was hungry, she couldn't understate that point or say it clearly enough.
"Well," Gwen said, taking a huge bite of the sandwich that she made. One of them at least. "I…..just remember the spider biting me, and…..everything after is a complete and uttery blank."
"So you don't remember putting a hole through my wall?" Harry asked her in amusement.
Gwen blinked and shook her head. "I must have been pretty much out of it."
One thing that she needed to do was shove food in her mouth. Her body felt a little bit sore, as if she hadn't eaten in about a week. Remembering that her hands likely weren't an edible source of food, Gwen continued to eat.
"So, you've changed, after it bit you," Harry said.
Gwen paused, stopping eating long enough to ask a question. "Changed, it what way?"
Harry was only to happy to explain after consulting his results.
"In your case, you had an X-Gene, a latent one," Harry explained to her. "It never had a chance to activate, although I'm sure that it might have before too long."
Gwen belched and shook her head. "Sorry."
"No problem, it happens," Harry said chuckling, and he continued. "So anyway, the X-Gene got overwritten when the spider bit you. I'm not sure exactly what your new power set is. Given what bit you, I'll hazard to guess that it has to do with a spider of some sort."
That caused Gwen to completely shudder from head to toe. That was a piece of good news, given that spiders gave her a case of the wiggums.
"In my case," Harry said, and Gwen turned to him in interest.
"Oh that's right, you got bit as well, but you didn't go into a full seizure state," Gwen commented and Harry smiled.
"Exactly, in my case, I am already a mutant, therefore my system fought it like an infection."
Gwen was caught off guard. That was news to her but she should have expected that something was different about Harry. Then again, there were a few things that she might not have known about Harry.
Her curiosity was getting the better of her.
"So what…" Gwen said. She stopped and Harry gave her a questioning look. She polished off the last of the sandwich. "Sorry."
"You want to ask about my power set, that's understandable," Harry said and he quickly rattled off what he knew. "Enhanced strength, speed, and agility, and I also have a minor level of telepathy, where I can hear people's thoughts when I make eye contact with them. I also have a healing factor. Teleportation too, although technically part of my other gift."
Gwen frowned. "What other gift?"
"Magic," Harry told her with a smile on her face.
He demonstrated and conjured a full size ice sculptor of Gwen. The blonde followed the progress of his creation. She blinked and it wasn't there, and now it was.
Then he blinked and he set it on fire. Something that shouldn't be possible to have ice set fire like that and stay burning without melting. With magic, anything was possible.
Gwen's eyes widened and she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. There was only one thing to say with what she saw. "Whoa."
"Fire takes a lot of control, as idiot shave been known to burn down whole villages by not being able to control this spell," Harry said. With one simple movement, he cancelled both spells.
"I can tell," Gwen commented, agreeing with that point. She shifted her arms together and nodded. "But then again a lot of idiots play with fire without magic and they get themselves burned."
Harry smiled and leaned in close to her. Gwen could feel him against her, his hands rested on her side.
"It can be amazing, but it can make a person lazy," Harry said and his hands inched up a little bit.
Gwen returned fire and ran her hands up. "So use at your best discretion."
"Precisely," Harry agreed with him, and the two of them grew even closer. Harry leaned in to examine her. "You got something on your lips."
'Oh, I'll have something on my lips later, alright,' Gwen thought to herself and Harry ran his finger across her lips.
Now that her physical hunger was satisfied, there was another type of hunger that filled her mind. Her hormones drove her nuts, even more so than any other teenage girl might have on a normal day. The blonde temptress breathed in and breathed out heavily, biting down on her lip.
"So, what are we going to do now?" Gwen asked.
Harry smiled, there would come a moment. He ate what little food that she left him.
"Sorry, I think that I didn't leave you that much," Gwen said and she leaned forward, caressing his cheek, and then she moved down to his neck. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his side and she whispered into his ear. "I'll be sure to make it up to you later."
"I know that you will," Harry said. With his next move, he rested his free hand on the small of her back. "I have a couple of minor things to go over, if you don't mind."
Gwen gave a devious and sultry smirk. "Oh, Harry, you can go over anything that you like with me."
Hormones could be the most dangerous power in the universe. At least that was the scientific conclusion that she slowly came to.
They returned to Harry's room and now were sitting down on the bed. Both of them sat side by side, with Gwen dressed in a tight white blouse that seemed to be a lot less snug this morning, along with a nice skirt that seemed an inch or two longer today. Not that she minded. Her panties soaked to her body at the thought of what Harry could do to her. She also wore a pair of extremely lacy stockings because she knew for a fact that Harry and a leg and a foot fetish.
Harry's arm wrapped around her as she turned closely towards him. Her shoes slipped off onto the ground and she rested the heel of one of her stocking covered feet on his crotch.
"Your stamina was much weaker when I took your blood earlier, and now it's increased now that you have some fuel in the tank," Harry told her. He tried in vain to ignore her foot brush up against him.
His hormonal drive shot up to about the strength of fifteen normal teenage boys. When previously it had been something like seven or eight because of his power level. It made him rethink that the spider bite didn't affect him.
"And you might be giving off some kind of pheromones that will ensnare anyone who encounters them that you're attracted to," Harry said.
Gwen smiled and her hair flipped over her face. She slid her head band off and put it on the night stand and smiled.
"Do they ensnare you Harry?" Gwen asked him, rotating her heel onto him with a smile on her face.
"We're not going to get anything constructive done, are we?" Harry asked her.
"Oh, I'm sure that you can test my stamina," Gwen said, shifting herself around, slowly sliding her feet off of his lap. With her next motion, she was upon his lap, doing the splits on it. "And my flexibility, you can't forget that."
Harry leaned her back where she was and kissed her fiercely on the lips. She returned the favor just as eager, when she bent back, allowing Harry full access to her neck.
"Oh yes, very flexible," Harry whispered to her when he pushed his hand underneath her skirt, feeling her legs a little bit.
"Play with me Harry, please, I'm so horny," Gwen begged him, biting down on her lip.
Harry smiled, sliding his hands underneath her blouse, and he braced himself to go in for the kill.
Gwen closed her eyes and felt Harry cup her breasts underneath her shirt. That made her feel completely good and her breasts were a bit larger and fuller than before. Harry's hands treated them like they were a sought after commodity and the sultry blonde cooed underneath his grip when he worked them over.
Harry moved down and Gwen reached up, ripping at his shirt. She smiled as she saw his body, running her hands down his chest and abs.
"You know you're going to destroy that if you're not careful," Harry told her.
Gwen gave him a sultry smile and tore his pants off to get at his boxer clad lap. "Send me the bill."
Her soft fingers caressed his manhood through his boxer shorts. She teased him for a little bit and then pushed his boxer shorts down.
Gwen was completely blown away when she saw it. She had seen other cocks in pictures and in video, but nothing she saw ever compared to this pinnacle of manhood. She wrapped her hand around him; she couldn't even close her fist around it.
The blonde used both of her hands to rub his cock down, slowly jerking him off. She wished she had a third hand so she could play with his balls, but this would have to do.
'Oh if only that fucking spider had given me a few extra arms,' Gwen thought. There were numerous dirty and filthy possibilities with that one.
Harry saw the teenage girl on her knees before him and her hot breath approached his manhood. Her lips sealed around him and brought his manhood deep into her mouth. The blonde's eyes closed when she shoved him all the way down her throat.
She came really close to gagging on his cock when it entered her hot mouth. Gwen tried to take him in deep, breathing through her.
"That's it, take me as deep as you can," Harry told her. He placed his hand on the back of her head to encourage her. He sensed her arousal with his heightened senses and grinned.
He was going to give Gwen a night that she would never forget. As far as he was concerned, this was long overdue.
"That feels right, doesn't it?" Harry asked, feeling her wet and hot mouth close around him. Her bright blue eyes looking up at him with so much lust that they practically burned with wanton desire.
Harry smelled her arousal and it felt completely amazing.
Gwen agreed, that really did fucking feel right, his throbbing cock submerged deep into her throat. The blonde leaned back and took his manhood as far back into her mouth as she could manage. She practically gagged on him when she stayed the course.
Felt so good, his cock tasted so good, she lathered it in spit when she continued to bring him into her mouth over and over again. Her intense sucking reached a fever pitch.
She wanted nothing better for this young man to shoot his spunk down her throat. Gwen brought herself down onto his manhood. She rubbed his balls, and squeezed them. She applied a surprising amount of strength to fondle them.
Harry grunted, and he sent a huge load of cum down her throat. The blonde tilted her head back and accepted his gift. The sight of her sucking down his cum like it was his life blood was enough to make him shiver.
He pulled Gwen up to her feet, but she shook her head.
"I seem way too dressed, don't I?" Gwen asked and she swayed her hips suddenly towards him.
She unbuttoned the top of her shirt, pulling off one button at a time, and revealed her bra which strained against her cups. Gwen made a movement and her now too small bra popped up, landing on Harry's cock, which grew erect.
He watched her round breasts, which were larger and firmer than he ever remembered. He didn't really see them uncovered before but he had a good eye for such things. Gwen placed her finger in her mouth and licked it seductively. Then she slowly rare circles around her nipples with her damp finger, giving Harry a show.
Gwen slowly removed her skirt, pulling it off of her, revealing that she wore nothing but a soaked pair of dark panties, a garter belt, and a lacy pair of thongs. She sauntered over and she smiled, pulling her panties off.
She threw them at Harry's face and he caught a whiff of how soaked that she was.
The next thing she knew, Gwen was on him. She hesitated for a brief moment, and Harry placed his hands on her hips, running down her legs.
"Just easy does it," Harry told her and he couldn't resist nibbling on her nipples.
That caused Gwen's body to explode into a full set of shudders. Her wet pussy felt a flood of desire rush throughout it.
"God, you just know how to torment me, don't you?" Gwen asked him.
"I'm sure that you'll get over it, honey," Harry told her. He cupped her tight ass. That caused her to bite down on her lip and mewl with desire.
The blonde's legs spread and she pushed herself into him. Her barrier gave away and it didn't hurt as much as she was. Mostly because she was too hot and horny to care about such things.
She rammed herself down onto Harry's thick pole, and he held onto her. His hands roamed down her legs and then all the way up to her back. They rested on her ass and encouraged her to go further with a squeeze.
They did go further and Gwen spread her legs as far as she could go. She brought her sopping womanhood down on Harry's tool and bit down on her lip. The moan that escaped her lips certainly was something.
"That's good, your pussy feels so good," Harry grunted.
That gave Gwen a boost of ego and she grinded herself down onto him even more. She could feel Harry make love to her, and she leaned into his ear.
"Kick it up, really drive that big cock into me," she encouraged him.
"Are you sure you're ready for that?" Harry asked and Gwen dug her nails into the back of his neck.
"YES!" Gwen groaned loudly.
Harry smiled and he switched positions so she was on her back on the bed, her legs kicking up in the air. They spread wide allowing the full force of Harry's cock inside her.
"Take me, please take me," Gwen begged him, biting down on her lip really hard. The blonde's wanton gaze shot up into his eyes and Harry smiled.
"As you wish," Harry told her, grabbing her thighs and he forced his manhood deep between her willing wet thighs.
Gwen spread herself far and wide and allowed him to go inside her. The blonde bit down on her lip lustfully and felt his manhood take a steady path into her.
"Yeah, that's great, oh yeah, give me more!" Gwen begged him, and her hot and wet pussy rubbed him when he worked into her.
Harry groaned, feeling her tight walls close around him. Her silken caresses felt really good when rubbing him.
She came with an intense orgasm but that didn't deaden her resolve. No far from it, it strengthened her resolve. He pulled out of her. Lust burned through her eyes and the sultry blonde turned herself over, presenting herself for Harry.
"Please take me, I'm yours," she begged him, a wanton gaze burning through her eyes.
Harry smiled and decided to take the blonde goddess up on her offer. He cupped her ass in his hands and ran his hands all the way down her thighs. His fingers teased her and he decided to taste her pussy. The taste caused his resolve to fuck her.
"Oh, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," Harry groaned in her ear, and he grabbed her by the waist.
He speared himself into her body and Gwen bit down on her lip. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts hard.
She wasn't slowing down at time soon. Her older lover hammered her pussy and it was intense. He knew away the body of young women and he knew what spots caused her to be driven wilder than ever before. He kept pummeling her over and over again, going to work on her pussy, and hammering her until she lost her mind.
"Oh, give me the most that you can!" Gwen begged him and her pussy walls wrapped tighter around his prick. She massaged it with her silken walls. His rough fucking got her all hot and bothered.
She could feel her body heating up with more pleasure. His throbbing manhood inched further into her body.
Harry gained more momentum, and slowed down. He felt her whine underneath him.
"You've wanted this for a long time, you horny bitch," Harry growled in her ear.
"I'm not a horny bitch," Gwen protested and he teased her with a slow stroke into her body. The fact he slowed down caused her body to ache and she wanted more. She really wanted more. "I'm your horny bitch and yes, I did…..oh god pull my hair and really fuck me!"
Harry grabbed two hands full of hair and slammed into her body hard from behind. The blonde felt her thighs be drilled by his massive rod.
She was sure that she saved a really big load for her. She wanted her first time to go all the way, damn the consequences.
"It will be fine, I can control that," Harry whispered into her ear, licking her ear lobe.
"Yes, that's good, not that I give a fuck right now," Gwen panted, and her thighs clenched together. "So horny, so fucking horny, harder, HARDER DAMN IT!"
Gwen also didn't care if her lover fucked her through the bed. She just wanted this so much that her pussy ached something fierce. His strong hands roamed over her soft body and caressed her. He slapped her ass hard.
His manhood pumped into her and Gwen felt herself reach her peak.
"I need it inside me, please, I'll die without it," Gwen begged him.
"Addicted to my cock, aren't you?" Harry asked.
"YES!" Gwen moaned in agreement.
Harry smiled and grabbed the breasts of the smartest girl in the entire world. He squeezed them and caused her stifling moans to increase. He pushed himself deep into her body and her tight walls clenched around him.
"Closer."
Harry pulled almost out of her and rammed into her hard. Gwen's body gave a full shudder and she tensed around him. She milked him with the force of her orgasm, trying to coax his seed into her body.
It was almost like her life depended on it.
"Almost there," Harry asked and Gwen pressed down onto the bed, sweat rolling down on her face.
Gwen felt the heat of her body increase when he kept working her over. His hands felt like they gave her thousands of little miniature orgasms.
Her orgasm stopped and she felt something boil through her body.
"I'll let it go in a moment, if you ask nicely," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Please let me cum!" Gwen begged him. In response, she felt the pleasure build up into her body without any release.
Harry smiled; it would be explosive when he allowed her orgasm to be released. He allowed a small trickle of it to come out.
"If you want to," Harry whispered, and he continued to play with her stocking clad legs.
"YES!" Gwen yelled in a panting voice.
Harry rammed himself into her and let her cum no sooner than his balls clenched and he shot his seed into her body.
Gwen screamed at the top of her lungs, when Harry implanted his seed into her body. A gushing flood fired out of his balls deep into her body.
Her snug pussy held him as it released the combined force of her orgasm. She milked his prick, causing him to go as deep into her as he could. His hands continued to roam into her body.
They felt the explosion of their combined orgasms and their worlds were rocked. His cum soaked her body and speared so deep into her that she felt it run down her thighs.
She collapsed down on the bed for a moment and then grinned.
"I think that a few more tests are in order," Gwen said with a wicked grin.
"Agreed," Harry responded.