Caught in her Web - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Tags: Exhibitionism, Nudity, Public Indecency, Oral

The yacht rocked gently as Pete brought her into port with practised ease. A month spent under the careful tutelage of her previous owner - while not making him a master seaman - had brought him to a level that the older captain felt comfortable leaving his old baby in his care.

Thankfully, his tutelage had been made simpler by the array of advanced machinery onboard the luxury yacht, that, combined with the most sophisticated AI on Earth plotting out the safest course meant it had been smooth sailing from Portugal, all the way to Australia.

Pete had initially worried cabin fever would set in with just the three of them at sea for so long. Thankfully, Captain Neves - or Nev, as he eventually insisted on being called - was an endless font of fascinating stories and anecdotes.

Doesn’t hurt that my fiancée is basically prancing about the place either naked or in the sluttiest bikinis her twisted mind can conjure up…

The yacht came to a steady stop against the pier and, after checking and dealing with everything that the electronic console was throwing at him, he skipped outside and tied the mooring lines at the supplied post with an expert flick of his wrists.

He was particularly proud of that one, having spent countless hours while at sea practising his rope handling skills - no matter how much Gwen laughed at him and called him a cowboy.

Heading back inside, Pete smiled at Nev and saluted, a wide, proud grin gracing his features - no doubt hidden by the craggy, too-long beard Gwen refused to let him shave. Nev returned the salute with a smooth chuckle, his head shaking in disbelief.

‘It is one thing seeing you on the news, it is quite another experiencing it in person,’ he joked, laugh-lines wrinkling around the dark eyes on his weathered face as he popped his pipe back in his mouth, his Portuguese accent thick but his words still clear and easily understandable. ‘You really are the genius they say you are. I’ve tutored sailors for years that are not half as competent as you are after a month.’

Pete snorted in amusement, scratching at his beard out of habit now - he’d long gotten over the itchiness. ‘Maybe I just had a really good teacher?’

Nev flung back his head and let out a loud bark of laughter, shaking his head in disbelief and eyeing him from under the brim of his captain’s hat.

As if by some unseen queue, both men looked out on deck to see Gwen going through a set of acrobatic exercises. She’d been sleeping and lazing under the scalding, Australian sun for the past several hours and had only risen now that they were back at civilization, and she had an audience.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t naked. Instead, she wore a fetching one-piece swimsuit that rode ridiculously high on her hips, its neckline plunging low and showing off her perky cleavage. Positively modest for the rampart exhibitionist, until she turned around and one noticed her back was completely bare, the material completely disappearing in the cleft of her glorious ass.

Nev pointed out at her, his scarred, weathered face turning back to him with a shit-eating grin. ‘Bonus points for being able to concentrate with that as a constant distraction…’

‘I can hear you!’ Gwen yelled at them without turning, perched in a handstand that looked as natural and comfortable to her as standing on her own two feet, her powerful legs moving through several complicated and visually enticing stretches.

Pete laughed and turned back to the captain, winking knowingly. ‘And what a beautiful distraction she is,’ he joked, Gwen’s amused snort somehow travelling all the way to the cabin. ‘What’ll you do now?’

Nev shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes gazing out at the horizon wistfully. ‘Probably spend some time with my grandchildren, finally.’

Pete shot the man an incredulous stare. Over the past month he’d learnt, through countless stories, that the man was long since divorced from his wife, and he found his grandchildren loud and intolerable. Nev broke under the scrutiny and grinned cheekily.

‘Then, I think I will buy a smaller yacht, one that these old bones are better able to handle.’ Once more, he sighed wistfully. ‘The sea is a siren whose call is too alluring for me to ignore…’

Pete shook his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance. ‘Then stop being a stubborn old goat and go and get yourself some of my nanites!’

Once more, the man waved him off with a scoff, his trembling hands caressing the wheel one final time. ‘I don’t need your magic robots, I’m as healthy as an ox.’

Pete stared at him in deadpan, unimpressed. ‘You have arthritis, your liver is completely shot and if you don’t already have lung cancer, It’d be a miracle. Not only will my nanites fix all that, but they’ll make you fit enough to rejoin the navy within six months.’

He’d been vague over the past month when the topic of Nev’s health had come up, but now that they were about to part ways, Pete didn’t hold back. The older man’s eyes had widened at the prognosis, even more so at the potential of being completely cured and rejoining the navy. 

Smiling, Pete put his hand on the trembling man’s shoulder and smiled kindly. ‘Nev, we’ve got a clinic in every major city in Australia, go and get yourself checked in - they’ll be expecting you.’

The older man gave him a gruff smile then pulled him in for a hug, holding it for just a few seconds before slipping out of the cabin with a firm nod and a final salute, one that Pete returned proudly.

Pete then watched, a wicked grin on his lips as the older man went to bid farewell to Gwen next. He stood a respectable distance away and said his piece, but his fiancée was having none of it, flipping back into a standing position with contemptuous ease. Before the old captain could protest, Gwen pranced over and pulled Nev into a bone-crushing hug, her head resting on his shoulder and her body practically moulded to his.

Pete chuckled as the older man froze, then sighed, before stiffly patting the shameless flirt on the back. Before she let him go however, Gwen left a lingering kiss on his weathered cheek that had the old captain blushing so hard Pete was surprised not to see steam coming out of his ears.

When Gwen joined him at the wheel, she hugged him just as she had Nev, the only exception being her bathing suit having melted into her skin as she sexily strode towards him. If she was concerned about being spotted by anyone running about on the docks, she certainly didn’t show it.

He knew she preferred to be naked, but as much as he loved to ogle her perfect body, he didn’t mind the occasional few times she opted for a swimsuit. Even when all the essentials were covered, there was just something inherently sexy about a thong, or any swimsuit that was artfully cut to show as much skin as possible while still covering and enhancing the goods.

‘There goes another disciple of the cult of Doctor Parker…’ 

Pete huffed in amusement, shaking his head. ‘Stop.’

Since their trip to Atlantis and Gwen’s affair with its king, they’d been especially amorous. If Pete wasn’t learning to sail their new yacht, they were either sleeping, or sneaking off somewhere to fuck. They’d have been much more blatant, but Pete didn’t think Nev’s old heart could handle that much stimulation.

Thankfully, the one-hundred foot luxury yacht had plenty of hiding places - the erotic sounds though? That, they couldn’t do much about.

‘So,’ Gwen began, her face buried in his chest and her body grinding against his. ‘What now?’

Pete chuckled and checked his watch before reaching down to lift Gwen up by her powerful ass. She helped, hopping up and wrapping her legs and arms around him, hanging off him like a particularly affectionate koala while grinding her leaking nethers against his body, her heavily-lidded eyes gazing at him lustily.

‘We’ve got a week until Riri will be expecting us. So, after I take care of my nymphomaniac of a fiancée, I say we sail around the coast to Darwin.’

‘Mmm,’ Gwen purred, growing hornier by the second. ‘I like the sound of that, oh captain, my captain.’

She'd said it in a way that made the words sound like a sexual moan of pure bliss, and Pete groaned as his cock throbbed in his shorts. Gwen cackled, materialising a traditional captain’s hat out of nanites and putting it on his head. 

‘Shit,’ she groaned, her eyes devouring him like a succubus. ‘Why does that suit you so well? You're so fucking hot…’

His cheeks flushed at the naked desire in her tone, the truth of her words supported by her smouldering eyes and the damp spot he felt on his belly.

‘I guess that means I'm never gonna get to shave again?’

‘Of course you can,’ Gwen assured, assuaging his fears dismissively, her fingers threading through his smooth beard. ‘This is the perfect length, I think. I'm trying to make you look like a rugged, sexy captain, not Gandalf…’

Pete sighed and carried Gwen over to the wheel, setting her on a nearby surface. ‘You're lucky I love you.’

Gwen scoffed, her eyes narrowing. ‘Bitch please, you look like you stepped off the cover of Men’s Health, don’t act like you’re Grizzly Adams.’ Her look of annoyance shifted to one of perverse delight as she leaned into his personal space, her crystal-blue eyes - so similar in shade to the water that gently lapped against the hull of the Stacy’s Dream - twinkling merrily. ‘I’ll accept your apology in the form of Space Stone anal sex when Riri goes gaga over you the second she sees you…’

‘Is that right?’

He’d experimented with the technique in a spur of the moment, bout of inspiration kind of deal while Gwen was fucking Namor, and now she couldn’t go a day without begging for it again. He obliged, of course, but it was never enough for his insatiable fiancée.

Why do I feel like a drug dealer…?

Gwen’s eyes widened in realisation. ‘Speaking of, where are we leaving this beautiful girl?’ Gwen asked, running her hand over the polished timber panelling she was seated atop fondly, as if the vessel genuinely held the spirit of her father that had been the inspiration for her name. ‘And are we driving to the Stairway? Flying?’ She leaned in close, grinning deviously. ‘Space magic?’

It was then that Pete realised Gwen hadn’t been keeping up with the news since they’d been away - not that he blamed her. They’d dropped Nev off in Cairns, so the journey to Darwin in the North wouldn’t take too long, though he suspected it would be a picturesque one.

‘Something like that…’

She froze, narrowing her eyes at him at his mysterious tone. He tried to contain his amusement, he really did, but teasing Gwen was way too fun.

Thankfully, he had the perfect way to distract his naked, amorous fiancée. 

She quickly forgot all about her ire and his teasing when he started to plant kisses along her neck, setting her down and trailing kisses down her perfect body until he reached the junction between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders.

It wasn’t long until Gwen’s rapturous cries started to garner the kind of attention that drove her wild, mariners who had previously been minding their own business popping up all over the place, drawn to the sounds like sailors being lured in by a siren.

As much as Pete would have loved to stick around and put on a show, he didn’t want to risk being recognised and causing some kind of kerfuffle, not with so many people milling about, with his yacht moored as it was.

He’d often heard anecdotally - from friends and TV, mostly -  that getting your first car was a defining moment in one’s life, the sense of freedom and independence it provided the first true sign of adulthood. Growing up in Queens and Manhattan, he’d never really understood that, especially since he didn’t get his first car until he was in his thirties.

Now that he had the Stacy’s Dream however, he thought he finally understood. There was something… magical about being able to sail wherever in the world he wanted, to be able to pull up his anchor and chase that horizon.

Maybe one day, when his possession of the Space Stone wasn’t such a well-guarded secret, more flagrant usage of its powers would fill him with a similar sensation, only on a much grander scale.

Pete ignored Gwen’s adorable pouting as he unmoored the yacht and set sail, steering the ship from the above-deck helm station. Not even his horny fiancée could stay annoyed given the perfect weather, the calm waters and the wind blowing through their hair.

Of course, her annoyance was assuaged when over a dozen men - each drawn out by sounds of euphoric moaning - watched them sail away, their mouths agape as Gwen pretended not to see them, leaning back on her arms with one leg bent. She, of course, didn’t even think to cover up, her tanned skin glistening with suntan oils that seemed to somehow, impossibly, enhance her shredded physique a thousandfold.

Pete chuckled under his breath, sending Gwen a cheeky grin. She was trying incredibly hard to look cool and aloof, effortlessly sexy, but he saw the corners of her lips twitching in amusement.

She was having way too much fun.

-

It took a couple hours of sailing north along the coast before Pete finally found what he was looking for. Through it all, Gwen hadn’t left his side, content to just bask in the sun’s rays and laze in a comfortable silence. He pretended not to notice his fiancée staring at him while biting her lip, clearly aroused at the sight of him captaining the vessel on his own.

New kink unlocked, apparently.

As the Stacy’s Dream cut through the water like a knife, Pete marvelled at the gorgeous coast, the sandy beaches covered in white sand, ample, forest-green flora and the waters a sparkling crystal blue.

Literally anywhere he dropped anchor along the coast would have left them at one of the most beautiful beaches he’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what he was looking for, not exactly. Closer to major city centres and the beaches were too busy for his purposes, too far out and they weren’t busy enough. When they rounded a cape and came upon a gorgeous beach that had only a few dozen locals lounging on it, he mentally cheered.

There must be a decent sized town nearby, inland.

To be fair, the beach was large enough that he could easily see it being more busy were it not a weekday and during school hours. With roughly thirty feet of sand along its entire length, thick foliage separating it from whatever lay beyond and rocky outcroppings that neatly bracketed it, it was a stunningly gorgeous find and one, he knew, Gwen would have a lot of fun with.

Aside from the dozens of beachgoers, there looked to be a shack where Pete assumed lifeguards were stationed at and an ice-cream truck. Buoys one hundred feet from shore and flags in the sand marked safe swimming zones and, as Pete sailed closer and dropped anchor - the sudden activity snapping Gwen out of her peaceful dozing - he noted how the beachgoers were looking over at them and pointing excitedly.

Perfect. 

While he didn't think seeing boats sailing by would have been that noteworthy an occurrence, the Stacy's Dream wasn't a typical boat. 

‘Whazzup?’ Gwen asked sleepily, sitting up from the perch she'd been dozing on by the helm with a long stretch, her eyes widening when she caught sight of the beach. ‘Oooh, pretty.’

Pete grinned cheekily as he operated the furler, the sails automatically folding and rolling in on themselves. ‘I saw the ice-cream truck and figured we'd make a stop,’ he teased, getting wider as Gwen tensed in realisation. ‘I know how much you love ice cream. Why don't you get yourself a cone while I get some work done?’

Gwen slowly turned to him, her breathing heavy and her nipples as hard as diamond. Hopping off her perch, she prowled towards him and got in his personal space, her powerful, lithe body pressed against his. 

‘I don't know if you noticed,’ she breathed, her excitement noticeably spiking, ‘but this isn't a nude beach…’

‘Where would be the fun in that?’

That had apparently been the right thing to say. Gwen's entire body shuttered as her eyes fluttered closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

‘You think you're so slick,’ she purred, brushing her asymmetric bang out of her squinting eyes and looking up at him while biting her lip sexily. ‘You better get all your work done, Stud.’ Leaning up with her hands pressed against his chest, she planted soft, teasing kisses along his neck and nibbled him for good measure. ‘Because when she gets back, your slutty fianceé is gonna need a good fucking…’

Snorting, Pete spun Gwen around and spanked her meaty ass. ‘Don't have too much fun.’

Gwen grinned cheekily over her shoulder at him as she sashayed over to the edge of the yacht, jumping up on the rail in a way that would have looked suspiciously familiar if the beachgoers on shore were paying extra special attention. 

‘No promises,’ she replied with a flirtatious wink before diving into the crystal clear water with enough skill and grace to make an Olympic diver green with envy.

Though they weren't terribly far out from shore, Gwen made the swim in no time, breaking the surface of the water and strolling out with all the pride of a peacock, completely unbothered by her nakedness. 

Unbothered? She's relishing it…

Thankfully, the curious and nosy beachgoers were still gaping and pointing at the yacht, so they missed Gwen emerging from the water like a Sports Illustrated model or, more importantly, when she materialised a Jets trucker hat and large aviator shades out of nanites to shield her face. 

Pete was briefly taken by surprise. He didn't think Gwen would be concerned about trying to remain incognito, even if she was technically breaking the law. 

To be fair, this would become decidedly less fun if everyone on the beach just swarmed her as one if she openly advertised her identity…

Shrugging, Pete made himself comfortable, pulling up his emails with the help of his AR lens while making sure to keep an eye on Gwen’s journey in the periphery. 

Thankfully, there was nothing that needed his urgent attention, which made it all the more easier to watch as Gwen strolled along the length of the beach, her shredded body glistening in the sun. She looked like a goddess amongst mortals, no regular human woman able to match her jaw dropping physique, a perfect combination of raw power and sleek femininity. 

Gwen wasn't the only topless woman on the beach, but she was certainly the only one bottomless. Everyone watched, while mostly trying not to be obvious, their mouths gaping as she made her way to the ice cream truck. With her eyes guarded by shades and the brim of her hat, it was easy to think Gwen was oblivious to the stares, uncaring. Pete knew, obviously, that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s leaking like an old faucet.

Returning his attention back to his emails, Pete hummed in approval at seeing the both metaphorical and physical developments of the IRI. More and more hospitals were also being built every day, his nanites propagating in a way that would make more sci-fi fantasy junkies recoil in horror.

The point where he’d tell the world how his nanites could extend the natural human lifespan was rapidly approaching. What once would have been a disaster, both economical and population-wise, would instead become a boon with the help of his nanites and advanced AI. They were getting closer to the species becoming multi-planetary, with hundreds of people already living and working on the Moon - increased life spans would make colonisation attempts infinitely easier.

Especially with the work he and Cindy had just about completed with the Gravdrive spacecraft.

Such grand designs were shoved to the back of his mind however when he pulled up his more personal emails. Hope…well, she looked like any other baby, but because she was his… - sister? Cousin? - she was infinitely more adorable. The smiles that lit up his aunt and uncle’s faces in the photos they sent made his heart burst with warmth and happiness.

May had sent pictures of little Hope and Pyotr giggling and playing together, with her and Natasha smiling just as wide in some of them when they held and hugged them.

Finally, Pete pulled up Miles’ emails and couldn’t help but laugh. Cindy had dragged him to Comic-Con and dressed him so that they were in matching anime ninja cosplays. His friend and Gwen’s spider-son could grouse all he wanted in the email, but the way his eyes lit up when Pete’s bodyguard and colleague wrapped her arms around him belied his true emotions.

Having dealt with his emails, Pete returned his attention to Gwen, taking a second to scan the beach and find her.

Ice cream cone in hand, Pete’s cock twitched as he spotted his girlfriend chilling in the shade of a tree and casually chatting to a group of kids that looked to be college aged, three girls and two boys. Naturally, the guys couldn’t stop ogling, but given that Gwen very obviously didn’t mind, it didn’t seem to cause any issues.

Rather than directly spy on them with the invisible drone silently hovering over Gwen’s shoulder, Pete decided to just spy from afar, the magnification feature of his AR lens enough for the moment.

Gwen’s casual exhibitionism and their yacht had obviously stirred up some excitement, but as already noted, there were several other half naked women on the beach and it wasn’t as if she was bothering anybody. Pete was about to be thankful that nobody had connected the dots, preferring that Gwen remained inconspicuous, before he spied his fiancée signing autographs on small pieces of paper and books the kids pulled out of their bags.

Unable to help himself, Pete pulled up the footage from the drone with a chuckling groan.

‘No way, what are you doing here?!’

The one who asked the question was one of the girls, she was very pretty with a mediterranean complexion, her olive skin tanned even darker. She had thick, long black hair that fell in waves over her shoulders and down her back, alluring dark eyes and a fetching smile filled with pearly white teeth. She was short, shorter than everyone else there and though she was slim, she had thick, powerful thighs and large breasts. Wearing only a skimpy red bikini top and frayed denim shorts, if Pete hadn’t already heard her accent, he’d have assumed she was Italian.

Instead of answering, Gwen held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers, flashing her one-of-a-kind ring with a giddy smile. It took the kids a hot second for comprehension to dawn on their faces, and when it did, it was one of the other girls who reacted first. A tall - for a woman - willowy blonde with girl-next-door vibes, kind features and hazel-coloured eyes. She was pale, with a complexion that looked to need an entire bottle of sunscreen to stay that way. The girl wasn’t as stacked as her shorter friend, but she was still very pretty - kind of like a runway model - and wore a pale blue two-piece bikini with a sheer sarong wrapped around her waist.

‘Oh my God!’ she gasped, running over to Gwen and taking her hand in hers with veritable stars in her eyes. ‘You’re engaged?! Wooooow, so pretty…’

‘Engaged?!’ The third girl squawked in an Aussie accent, just like her friends, her eyes wide with shock. She looked Indian to Pete’s eyes, and, like her friends, was also very beautiful. Pete was starting to understand why Gwen had chosen this group to hang out with. Her skin several shades darker than her Italian-looking friend, with dark hair and eyes to match, this girl was in-between her two friends in terms of height and voluptuousness, though her swimsuit was far more adventurous - a skimpy black two piece, the bottoms a deliciously, barely-there thong that disappeared into the cleft of her thick ass. ‘No way! How’d we not hear about it - uh, I mean…’

‘Given how much of our lives seems to be plastered all over the news?’ Gwen teased, her large shades hiding her cheeky wink as the girls fawned over her ring. Pete allowed himself a surge of pride at seeing how gaga the girls were going over it.

Given how much time it took to make…

‘It’s fine,’ Gwen continued, waving off her stricken look. ‘We’ve been on holiday since Pete proposed.’ Gwen tilted her head towards the yacht, and the two guys with them gasped. ‘Just sailing around, trying to stay under the radar, you know?’

The two boys turned in his direction to gaze at the yacht in awe. ‘Fucking hell, Doctor Parker’s here?’

The one who spoke was the most stereotypical Aussie Pete had seen in his life. Tall, muscular with a shaggy blonde mullet and moustache, a tattoo of the Southern Cross on his shoulder and tight, navy shorts Pete swore looked similar to the ones the Aussie Rules players wore the few times he checked the odd sport out. He also had the thickest accent of the lot of them, his personal AI hilariously kicking in a few times to translate.

His friend turned to follow his gaze. They were of a similar size and build, though his skin was several shades darker. If Pete had to guess, he had Mediterranean heritage like the first girl - they might have even been siblings. He had a more sensible hair style though, close cropped and neat, but he wore large shades and had a gold chain with a crucifix hanging around his neck.

‘No way…’ he gasped, his accent nowhere near as thick as his buddy’s.

Gwen, a little put-off that just the mere mention of his name was enough to get the two, strapping young men to stop ogling her, pouted. ‘He’s here, Pete’s stayed back to get some work done though. He’s a very busy man…’

‘Why’d you come to Australia though?’ the tall blonde asked, her innocent eyes wide. ‘Nothing against our fair country, but I figured folks like you would be hanging out in the Maldives or Seychelles…’

Gwen leaned against a nearby tree when the girls stopped fawning over her ring, crossed her arms under her perky tits and shrugged. She smirked when she noticed the guys’ attention slowly turning back to her, especially as her arms bracketed her tits. As much as Gwen was enjoying their attention though, Pete thought the Italian girl to be eye-fucking her way harder. ‘As embarrassing as it is to admit, we still haven’t seen the Stairway for ourselves. We figured we’d come Down Under to finally pay Riri a visit and see it with our own eyes.’

‘Riri?’ The Indian girl’s face was scrunched up in confusion before her eyes widened in recognition. ‘Doctor Williams?!’

‘Man, it’s so weird hearing people call her that,’ Gwen joked with a chuckle. ‘She’ll always be Riri to me…’

Pete would have been happy listening in on Gwen no-doubt slandering their friend, but the lifeguards chose that moment to hail him over the radio. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Pete answers the hail. He relaxed when he realised they just wanted to make sure he knew the local laws, and that he couldn’t bring his yacht any closer to shore, or into the swimming designated areas.

He assured them he was well aware and waved at the structure they were no-doubt hailing him from. After hearing his voice for the first time, there was a notable pause on the other end of the line.

‘Mate, I swear I recognise your voice from somewhere…’

Pete barked out a laugh before answering. ‘Yeah, I get that a lot.’ He didn’t doubt they were watching him through binoculars as they spoke, and Pete marvelled at how his thicker beard seemingly made him unrecognisable. To be fair, it wasn’t like he had any distinctive features, and with Gwen dressing him up to make him look like her ‘sexy captain’, his aviator shades covering half of his face, his thick beard covering the other half - it wasn’t a surprise they didn’t recognize him.

They chatted for a bit, with the lifeguards asking him what it was like sailing a yacht like that. Pete stayed on long enough to not be rude, but he was eager to return his focus back to his fiancée. The lifeguards were clearly bored - barely anyone was swimming, with most of the beachgoers laying out on the bone-white sand and minding their own business. When they finally ran out of questions to ask however, they let him go with a polite g’day and Pete was finally able to return his attention to whatever his mischievous fiancée was up to.

His eyebrows rose when he saw that she’d somehow managed to get the girls to join her in her nakedness, or at least halfway join her. Each of the young women had lost their tops, their breasts hanging free as they giggled in excitement while the boys watched on as if they’d won the lottery, their eyes wide and their excitement obvious.

Pete noted one of the boys specifically trying his hardest not to ogle one of the girls. Pete pat himself on the back for correctly pegging them as, if not siblings, then related.

The group made themselves comfortable in the shade of the tree and the ice-cream truck, using both as a sort-of barrier from the rest of the beach and curious eyes. While Gwen had earned a lot of attention by strolling about in her birthday suit, it seemed that everyone had lost interest after she’d disappeared from view, their attention returning to the large yacht in the water.

It turned out that the kids were all friends from uni taking a weekend trip from Brisbane up along the coast. Pete admired Gwen’s ability to feign interest, though he supposed, as long as she had a captive audience ogling her perfect body, she’d be willing to put up with anything.

When one of the girls finally plucked up the courage to ask for photos with her, Gwen didn’t immediately answer. Instead, she smiled, biting her lip as she looked over each and every member of the group.

‘Sure, I don’t mind,’ she drawled, adjusting the shades on her face as her gaze raked over the group of attractive students. ‘But anyone that wants a photo with me has to be as naked as I am…’

The girls flushed and stared at each other with indecision, clearly desperately wanting photos with the world-famous superhero, but skittish about removing their bottoms.

The boys had no such reservations. With a whoop, they pulled down their trunks without a care in the world, their hard cocks flopping up and smacking against their bellies as soon as their heads broke free.

I swear to God she has some kind of magic power. How does she keep doing it?

What Pete was referring to was that both boys had impressive trouser snakes. Not as gifted as Namor, Andre or Gabriel, but both sported erections at least nine inches long and incredibly girthy.

In their little chat, it had come out that none of the kids were attached, but given the way the girls looked at the boys - with two in particular studiously avoiding each other’s gazes - Pete figured that the desire was definitely there.

Gwen licked her lips as she eyed the hard cocks and the fit bodies they were attached to while the girls, now the odd ones out, looked at each other in embarrassment, their cheeks flushing as they realised what they’d have to do if they wanted a photo with the Ghost Spider.

The stacked Italian was first, her trembling fingers going to the button of her denim shorts and undoing it, bouncing her wide hips from side to side as she worked them down her deliciously thick thighs. The motion did wonderful things to her large, heavy breasts, with Pete, Gwen and the blonde kid watching on hungrily as she fully disrobed.

‘Ugh, put those away, you’ll poke someone’s eye out,’ the Indian girl teased good naturedly as she started to untie the sides of her thong, holding it in place for a few seconds when she realised all eyes were on her now. The now-naked Italian girl pointed to the boys without turning to stare, a grin tugging at her lips.

‘If anyone’s poking someone’s eye out, it’s them!’

They all laughed as both the Indian, and then the blonde got naked, the reaction dispelling some of the thick, sexual tension in the air.

‘Alright, who’s first?’

The kids all took turns excitedly taking pics with Gwen on their phones. Nothing overtly sexual took place other than hands lingering for maybe a fraction longer than was appropriate - though propriety seemed an odd thing to point out amidst a group of naked people taking photos together.

Finally, Gwen ended up sandwiched between the two boys, her arms wrapped around their waists and theirs around her shoulders. Pete had hacked into their phones to make copies of the pictures for himself. Morally dubious? Sure, but he didn’t believe for a second these kids would keep their new pictures of them with the Ghost Spider private, even if they featured in them prominently, just as naked as her.

With the photos snapped, Gwen looked between the two boys either side of her with a cheeky grin, her eyes on their pulsing, leaking manhoods. ‘Someone’s excited…’

‘Fuuuck mate, can you blame us?’ the blonde one asked, a wide grin on his handsome features. ‘You’re stunning, and the others aren’t half-bad either…’

He turned to his friends and shot them all winks as they gave him the stink-eye and sent him rude gestures.

Pete finally decided to make his presence known to Gwen. 

Pete: There’s something you could do to make this the most memorable day of their lives…

Gwen barked out a laugh upon reading his message and, when the kids all turned to her in confusion at her unexpected outburst, their eyes widened in shock and they let out a collective gasp when she took a couple of dancing steps away from the group, spun around and dropped to her knees, her hands running down her glistening body and stopping at her dropping, glistening slit.

‘Right on, I’m horny,’ she announced, biting her lip and eyeing the group of naked beautiful people around her hungrily. ‘Anyone that wants me to go down on them, form a line…’ 

As they all gaped at her in shock, Gwen turned to the girls, her smile positively wicked.

‘That includes you three, by the way…’

The boys didn’t even think twice, whooping in joy, bumping fists and hurrying over to Gwen with their cocks in hand. The blonde was first and, looking up into his excited and eager eyes with a naughty grin, Gwen palmed his length and leaned forward to place a soft kiss at his leaking tip.

The others all watched on silently, with bated breath, the sexual tension in the air almost as stifling as the heat, as Gwen kissed and licked her way along his impressive shaft, her eyes, though covered by shades, never leaving his.

‘Fuck me,’ the boy cursed, his hands threaded in his hair atop his head and his hips thrusting gently back and forth. A muffled giggle escaped the tight seal Gwen’s lips had around his girthy shaft, and the blonde boy groaned in bliss as she worked her way all the way down to the root, easily deep-throating his impressive cock. ‘Hoooooly shiiiiit!’

With her impressive deep-throating, and the excitement that had built up over the past hour, it didn’t take long for the kid to cum down her throat. When he did, it was with a shocked gasp, his hands flying to Gwen’s muscular shoulders to steady himself as he unloaded, his body jerking with each spurt he fired.

As the kid stumbled away with a groan on shaky legs, Gwen turned her attention to the other boy, her tongue poking out to lick at her teeth and lips. ‘You ready, big boy?’

‘Fuck yes,’ he gasped, hurrying forward and offering Gwen his shaft eagerly.

A similar scene played itself out, and Gwen quickly had the handsome kid cumming down her greedily little throat.

When he stumbled away and bumped fists with his mate again, giddy, disbelieving smiles on their faces, Gwen turned her attention to the girls with an adorable pout on her lips.

‘Seriously? None of you are interested?’

It was as if they needed reminding that Gwen was offering to go down on them too. The girls all looked at each other, their expressions stunned and their cheeks flushed. Finally however, after the silent-stare off, the short Italian broke away from the rest and approached Gwen on shaky legs.

‘Oh fuck that, I can’t watch this…’

As if to finally confirm Pete’s suspicions, the olive-skinned boy turned and walked away after pulling up his shorts once more.

‘Fuck off, dickhead,’ the girl cursed him out. ‘I didn’t say anything when it was your turn.’

‘That’s a you problem,’ he called from over his shoulder, walking away. ‘You better hope Nonna doesn’t find out, you know how she feels about The Pooftas.’

‘I’m not gay!’

Rolling her eyes, Gwen shot out her arm, earning herself another gasp as a string of web hit and attached itself to the retreating kid’s back. It was one thing to be told Gwen was the Ghost Spider, it was quite another to have irrefutable proof.

With a yank of her powerful arm, Gwen pulled him back towards them, wrapping him up in a cocoon and hitting his mouth with more webs before he could scream for help. His buddy was laughing his ass off at his mate’s expense, after having gotten over the shock of seeing the Ghost Spider in action for the first time.

‘As cute as this all is, I don’t need your family drama drawing everyone’s attention to us before I’ve had my fun.’ Gwen turned to the stacked Italian girl and grinned, licking her lips. ‘I hope you’re at least a little gay? It’s been too long since I’ve gotten my mouth on such a delicious pair of tits…’

‘They’re brother and sister,’ the blonde kid finally confirmed, patting his mate on the head patronisingly and ignoring his baleful glare. ‘But please, continue, this’ll be bloody awesome!’

Gwen turned to the girl, her eyebrows raised in question. She flushed brilliantly and pointedly ignored her brother’s gaze. ‘Yeah…I’m bi…’

‘Excellent,’ Gwen purred, her voice oozing desire. Pulling her down to the sand with her, the girl gasped as Gwen immediately latched onto her heavy breasts, her palms groping the soft titflesh as she suckled on the girl’s large nipples.

I guess I didn’t even consider how much Gwen might be missing MJ… the way she’s going at those boobs is like a woman dying of thirst stumbling upon an oasis in a desert…

The girl gasped and moaned at Gwen’s groping and suckling. The blonde kid was watching on eagerly, stroking his hardening cock eagerly while her girlfriends watched on in awe. Her brother had his eyes screwed shut, his struggling dying down as he instead just tried to roll over so he didn’t have to watch his sister getting it on.

The other girls watched on with their mouths agape. They’d pulled their bathing suits back on, but they were huddled together, watching the scene while touching themselves over them.

Yeah…Gwen kinda has that effect on people…

Speaking of his fiancée, she’d laid her lover down on her back while she feasted on her heavy breasts, then started to work her way down her body, her hands still groping the soft, pillowy flesh. The girl’s moans spiked when Gwen’s tongue slithered its way into her gushing womanhood, and when Gwen then started to play with her clit at the same time, the girl covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her squeal.

That was nothing compared to the reaction to what Gwen did next. It wasn’t obvious to those watching, and Pete could only guess based on context clues, but he suspected she’d elongated her tongue to attack the girl’s g-spot directly because her back arched and she spasmed as if she’d been electrocuted. 

‘Holy shit…’

Pete chuckled as her friends looked noticeably envious, the euphoria their friend was experiencing was evident and nothing compared to the quick blowjobs she’d given the guys.

When she came, she did so with a warbling cry, her hips launching off the sand and her pussy spraying Gwen’s face in a deluge of juices. Her hands had gone to her heavy breasts when she did, and with them no longer muffling her cries, her orgasmic wails alerted everyone on the beach that something inappropriate was going on.

Or maybe that someone had just been killed, it was hard to say.

Pete could see people’s heads turning towards the ice-cream truck as several people made their way over to see what was going on.

The girl lay in a breathless, boneless heap, her friends watching on in awe as Gwen stood, a smug grin on her lips.

‘Do you, err, want us to return the favour?’

Gwen turned an indulgent smile onto the blonde kid and shook her head in the negative. Pete had to appreciate the balls in the kids. 

Metaphorically, of course.

‘Appreciate it, but as fun as this was, we’re about to have company.’ Her arms shot out again, her webs attaching to nearby trees as she backed herself into the foliage. Gwen’s powerful arms and legs bulged with the effort as she held on, energy building up in the webs as she pulled back further and further, the trees bending under the strain.

The first of their uninvited guests rounded the truck to see what was going on and gasped at what they saw, their eyes going wide when they finally noticed Gwen, her webs, the one bound and the other naked kids, and the bending trees.

‘Buh-bye,’ she teased, allowing the stored energy in her webs to rip her off the ground and launch her into the beautiful, cloudless sky. Pete shut off his connection to the drone and watched as Gwen sailed through the air like a missile, directly towards him, or rather, the main mast of the Stacy’s Dream.

The beach erupted in gasps and screams as they watched a naked woman flying through the air. Those quickly quieted as Gwen reached and latched onto the mast, the wood creaking as it absorbed her momentum.

‘You’re lucky I reinforced the mast, you deranged slut,’ Pete called up at his naked fiancée with amusement. Gwen barked out a hysterical laugh and fell to the deck with a graceful spinning backflip, ending in a typical gymnasts post, her chest puffed out and her arms outstretched. Pete tilted his head from side-to-side, making a show of consideration. ‘Given the show that came with it, I’ll give this one a nine point three.’

Gwen laughed again, ripped his clothes off with contemptuous ease and turned, her hands on the edge of their yacht and looking over her shoulder at him, her shades hanging low, her cap turned backwards and her asymmetric bang framing the side of her face.

‘Shut up and fuck me, Stud.’

‘I’m not sure I appreciate your tone,’ Pete teased, nevertheless sidling up behind her and running the head of his tremendously leaking cock against her equally slick opening. ‘Not gonna lie, I’m feeling a little neglected. You get a taste of that sexy, big-boobed Italian girl and you don’t even bring her back so we can fuck her together? It’s like you don’t even love me anymore…’

Gwen arched her back and whined at his teasing, her grip almost crushing the railing with her superpowered strength. ‘I-I’m sorry Baby, I wasn’t thinking, p-put it in me, please, I’m so horny…!’

Pete pressed himself up against her slick, oily back, his muscular arms wrapping around her body and cupping her perky tits, his lips trailing kisses down the side of her neck. Gwen’s moans increased, the urgency with which she ground against his naked hardness, hoping to somehow accidentally slip him in, was honestly adorable.

‘You’re not horny enough, my little Spider Slut,’ Pete purred directly into her ear. He felt how the deep, gravelly tone he affected caused her entire body to shudder against him. ‘Open your eyes, say hello to your adoring fans…’

Somehow, in her sexual frenzy, Gwen hadn’t noticed the crowd that had gathered on the beach. It looked like every beach goer - heck, even the ice-cream man - had gathered on the sand closest to their yacht to watch the spectacle, each of them with their phones out and recording the amorous, seemingly oblivious or uncaring celebrities getting it on so close to them.

When Gwen realised they had an audience, each of them seemingly recording her naked form grinding against her fiance, she groaned like an animal in heat.

‘Go on,’ Pete purred, licking her ear. ‘Give them a wave, they’re your fans, after all…’

Almost uncharacteristically, Gwen obeyed, releasing the powerful grip she had on their poor yacht and giving her adoring public a shaky wave. Cheers greeted her acknowledgement and Pete chuckled deep in his throat, his hand slipping between their oily bodies to grab his achingly hard cock.

While Gwen focused on the crowd of people filming them, her incredible ass grinding against his groin and adorable moans slipping from between her needy lips, Pete angled his shaft so his head was poking at her ever-eager rosebud.

Gwen froze when she felt his spongy head press firmly against her back door, a deep, guttural moan escaping her lips - a moan modern phones would have easily picked up from the barely one-hundred feet of distance - as he forcefully sank into her warm, velvety rear end.

‘Oh fuck, yesssss, I love you so much, fuck me Stud, fuck my ass!’

Who was he to disappoint?

With his teeth biting and nibbling on her neck, and his fingers pulling at and pinching her pierced nipples, Pete brutally slammed into his fiancée’s over and over again as a crowd of strangers watched on and cheered, disbelief and awe on most of their faces as they filmed the incredible spectacle gleefully.

Pete paid them no mind, his focus entirely on drawing out this experience for as long as possible. Despite all the kinky shit they got up to these days, he knew, without question, that public exhibitionism was still his fiancée’s favourite, most intense kink. The knowledge that their fucking would be all over social media within the hour was driving her even more wild than his thick cock stretching out her tight rosebud.

When he felt Gwen’s hands slip down her perfectly sculpted body to find her clit, Pete slapped her hands away. ‘No,’ he growled directly into her ear, ripping another pleased shudder from his other half. ‘No rushing, no cheating. You’ll cum when I say you cum.’ 

Gwen let out a mixture of a whine and a cackle. 

‘I’m so turned on right now,’ Gwen panted as her body rocked with his thrusts, ‘I don’t think you’re gonna get much say in the matter, Stud - nooooooooo!’

It was Pete’s turn to laugh as he slipped back out of Gwen’s glorious ass and went back to grinding against what he diplomatically had to call his third or fourth favourite part of her body.

Behind her face, her eyes and her personality, of course.

‘Oh you miserable little fuck,’ Gwen groaned, almost painfully, her eyes screwed shut as she desperately ground against him.

The power differential here was no joke. If Gwen truly wanted, she could literally web him to the mast and have her way with him.

Heck, she’d done it dozens of times already ever since buying their new yacht.

If Gwen desperately wanted him to fuck her to a screaming orgasm, all she had to do was overpower and mount him, he’d be able to do very little to stop her - if he were ever insane enough to want to.

No, despite her protestations, her whines and her cursing his name, Gwen was loving being teased in front of a live, filming audience.

She was in her sexual nirvana.

Pete brought her to the edge several more times, always pulling back and out when he felt her reaching her climax. The people on the beach never grew bored, heck, some of them even jumped in the water to get closer looks,  including the kids Gwen had fucked with earlier - he was pretty sure two of them were fucking in the water, but Pete barely paid them any mind.

Unfortunately, their fun couldn’t last forever.

‘Err, G’day,’ a voice called out over a loudspeaker. They both froze, looking over their shoulders at the source of the disturbance and Pete couldn’t help but laugh. So absorbed were they in their public spectacle that neither of them had noticed the much smaller boat creeping up on them ferrying two lifeguards. One drove the little speedboat while the other stood to address them. ‘Welcome to our fair country.’ He paused once more to awkwardly clear his throat, ignoring the boos and jeers he was getting from the people on the beach. ‘Look, not to be a pain in the ass, but you reckon you could do us a massive favour and sail your little boat there about a hundred metres out? So our bosses don’t kick our heads in?’

Pete couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing, Gwen was less charitable, her annoyed growls almost audible over the consternation of the crowd who’d been very much enjoying the show.

Instead of answering, Pete gave them a salute and carried Gwen over to the helm after retracting the anchor. His fiancée had wanted to ignore them and keep fucking, but when Pete reminded her that one hundred metres was nothing these days, especially with the quality of smart phone cameras, she relented.

‘Cheers mate,’ the lifeguard thanked, relief clear in his voice. ‘And, um, welcome to Australia. I’m a massive fan…’

He wisely shut up as Gwen shot him a withering glare.

Pete quickly plotted a tiny course that would take them out to the required distance and engaged the autopilot. As the highly advanced computer systems handled the busywork, Pete threw Gwen against the railing again and slipped back inside her. Her euphoric moan ignited something in him and, despite how much fun he was having teasing his fiancée, he couldn’t so much as pull out as he could stop time.

‘Yes, yes, oooooh, Honey, fuck me, so close, so close!’

Predictably, Gwen wasn’t shy in letting her pleasure be known, and when she came, her long, drawn out cry was so loud it echoed off the nearby cliffs and earned them cheers and applause from their audience.

Pete allowed her to catch her breath, despite still being as hard as a rock and wanting nothing more than to discard any semblance of restraint and thrust balls deep.

I’d rather cum in her pussy anyway…

‘Fuck, that was so fucking good, I love you so much, hnnnng shiiiiiiiit!’

He’d cut her off by rubbing her hyper-sensitive clit to get her back in the mood, her body stiffening and her teeth clenched in pleasure. Her tensing did wondrous things to her muscles, which seemingly bulged all at once and highlighted her amazonian figure perfectly.

‘We’re just getting started,’ Pete purred, nibbling at her ear and tenderly kissing her swollen lips. ‘Let’s create another international incident…’

Gwen’s responding groan was primal as she spun around and threw her arms over his broad shoulders.

‘Stud,’ she purred, an adoring smile on her dry lips, ‘That’s probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever said…’