Liv was drunk, Gwen and the others had retired for the night, each having to work the next day and so Peter had been left to deal with her, she had eaten half a large pizza and drunk a few bottles of home-brewed beer herself. With their enhanced metabolism, Gwen hadn’t brewed watered-down crap that some people liked, this was full-strength stuff. As expected she was drunk.

"You know Peter'' Liv slurred "I was a genius, a certifiable genius, your dad, oh and, your mom and I were friends, I mean, I was there when" and she waved an arm at him "this happened, no wait, was I there, phff," she tried to sit up and blinked, "I think I drank too much, my legs don't work," she laughed to herself. "So, three women, three, damn Peter, it's been so long for me, the harness kinda puts them off you know, kinda a mood killer," she laughed. "Killer, heh. I didn't Peter, I had nothing to do with it, even under Oscorp I wasn't a killer, not for him." She eyed her glass, it was empty and it was disappointing, and as she swayed slightly she asked, "so? bought you dinner, wanna fuck?" Liv was drunk but she didn't care.

Liv bit her lip, sure just screw the guy you've been panicking about murdering you for the past four months why don't you, she thought to herself but he smelt so damn good and she really really needed some stress relief. The booze in her system just loosened her tongue, he was handsome, he was being kind, and with the way the other three looked at him and the noises they made at night, he was very open-minded. They had shared a moment or two but now, drunk enough to take the chance she went for it. She'd approached the others and they'd assumed Peter already had, and why was she asking.

Peter wasn't surprised though as they had kissed already and knew it was heading this way, the girls had already been teasing him about it and it was just a matter of time. If she went nuts over a few slices of pizza and a beer then what else had she had to give up, but MJ had told, not warned off, so it was fine. Peter picked her up and sat her on the desk "last chance doc, no backing out once the pants are off."

She nodded and he pulled away from the soft sweatpants Gwen had lent her, revealing her smooth and bare legs. He undid his own belt, letting his erection fall free and Liv maybe wondered if she'd bitten off more than she could handle, it's been 16 years and while he wasn't a monster, he was still a monster to her. He knelt and spread her legs, taking in the sight before him.

Liv was smaller than the others, barely at five and a half feet and with spending so much time in the harness, she was skinny. Her skin had regained its healthy pink tone but she was still a long way from full rehabilitation. Gwen's bio bandage had healed all of her cuts and scrapes and even if they had showered before he took the time to appreciate her without being creepy. Her breasts were small, barely a B cup but they had dark pink nipples, already pointed and looking like two strawberry candies on vanilla pudding. As always her thick brown hair was tied up in a huge tangle but her legs and pubic area were smooth. Peter was glad she kept her glasses on, their strange octagonal frames just highlighted her hot nerdiness and even as they spent time together he had to stop himself from staring.

As he slipped between her legs he noticed someone had shaved her clean He looked up and she turned, "Gwen and Felicia," and he shrugged, this was too easy, they knew him and knew what he was thinking, he didn't care though and his tongue split her moist lips and gently stroked her inner folds.

While Livs legs were unfeeling other nerves weren't as dead and after 16 years she almost tried to ram Peter inside her there and then, she leaned back, moaning at the warm tender tongue as it explored her wet slit. Her fingers grasped at his hair as he sucked and flicked at her clit, it was strange though, there was no feeling just a warmth from between her legs which then flared as she came immediately as he found her g-spot on his first try. Her back arched and she let out a cry, oh fuck me that boy’s got talent. Peter wasn't messing around here and she didn't care, Osborn had taken great delight in denying her pleasures, food, drink, and especially sex but now, now she had a young stud to vent it all out on. Her own hand had been fine, but after listening to Peter and the others in the warehouse her libido had gotten the better of her and she wanted the real thing.

"Peter, just fuck me," she begged, she had come over his face, warm sweet liquid splashing in his mouth and as she shuddered he had continued, letting his fingers slide in and out of her now soaking entrance. He looked up at her and nodded, he still had condoms from when Gwen first moved in and grabbed on from his desk drawer. "Please, no, please, I don't want it like that."

"Uh, no," Peter shook his head "no glove no love doc, sorry," and rolled the white rubber down his length.

"Please, I'm safe please, not with that, please." Peter smirked and lifted her off the desk, "then take it off, no hands" and positioned himself in front of her.

Cheeky shit, Liv thought to herself but obliged, taking his into her mouth she gently gripped the thicker rim of the condom with her teeth, the foul taste of the lubricant bitter but as she spat out the condom she slid him down her mouth and into her throat, gripping his buttocks with both hands. She had been good at this as a college student, the nerdy exterior hiding a roaring sex kitten underneath and she savoured his strangely sweet taste, letting her tongue swirled around his engorged glans and tease and lick the precum from its tip.

"There. Now please" she looked up at him to which he returned a smile and lifted her back up, leaning her down on the table he positioned himself at her entrance, a firm grip on her legs.

"Say please again."

"Just fuck me, please," she pleaded and he slid his length into her. The others had been virgins but he figured Liv wasn't. She was the quiet librarian type a lot of men fantasize about, thin but cute, glasses but hot, and he imagined she would have been very popular. Even with the cuts and scrapes that Gwen had coated in a dissolvable web bandage, she developed after Felicia’s injuries she was incredibly attractive to Peter. 

She was running her hands down his abdomen as he slid in and out, the heat between her legs rising with each stroke. Giving up, she lay back down, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her, it had been so long and it felt so good, damaged spine or not. Orgasm after orgasm rolled up her in waves, building and building until she felt the world go dark for a few seconds crying out in pure pleasure denied to her for so long.

Peter watched her shudder and shake at the orgasm, it had only been a few minutes and frowned and letting her recover he stopped thrusting and pulled almost out of her. She signed contentedly as her orgasm faded, "sorry dear, but it's been too long for me, I uh, could finish you another way?" she said, slightly guiltily.

Peter didn't sigh though, he knew his superhuman stamina would make things awkward and it had. "Sure, stay there." Peter moved around to the other side of the desk and Liv was greeted by the bottom of his cock. She could smell its thick aroma and while she would never admit it, during her college years she was the party girl drinking, smoking, and a lot of drugs. Everything and anyone could get into Liv's bed as long as they were smart about it and as his cock was inches from her face she wanted to devour it, to feel it in her mouth. She had been called a slut and a whore but she never cared, better than a prude or a tease by jealous assholes who would never see her bed but wanted in on the action.

He moved back and began to stroke himself but Liv lifted her head and slid her tongue up his length and over the end of his cock, licking around it before swallowing it whole. His entire length slid into her throat and with expertise, she began to slide him in and out of her mouth. He moaned as her tongue expertly moved over him, trying his hardest to enjoy the sensation without ending things too soon.

Peter had been given oral before, Gwen preferring it as Poison behaved but Liv was on another level. She kept pace and used her tongue on his length as she took him as deep as she could before sliding him out and swirling around the tip and head of his cock. As her tempo increased and she sucked on him harder the sudden sensation as her tongue rubbed his glans caused him to orgasm. He cried out and took her head with one hand, gently holding her as he twitched in her mouth, filling it with cum. It was always a lot and as she struggled to swallow it, she stroked him as it dripped into her mouth. She tried to catch as much of it as she could, the rest spraying over her small petite breasts, covering them in his thick white seed.

After he had finished, she tenderly took his manhood and licked its length clean of his seed, sucking the small amount left from its tip, and then rubbing the white mess of his orgasm covering her chest into her skin. "What?" She said, "it's good for the complexion." Peter had no idea if it was or not but he did appreciate not having to clean up a mess, whereas Liv was wondering where she could get a couple of shots of tequila and a cigarette, one vice down, two to go. She thought.

He leaned down and kissed Liv on the forehead and as he moved to help her up he saw Gwen, Felicia and MJ stood in his doorway, watching.

"No rubber huh?" MJ pointed to the discarded condom.

"Pete, it's not in case you get her pregnant. No offence Liv but we don't know what effect your uh, super sperm," Peter rolled his eyes and Gwen motioned to the pair, "will have on someone, not a symbiote host or an enhanced. It could be poisonous for all we know."

Liv was leaning against the desk, using it for support, but as she was naked and only had her arms to hold herself up she looked up, "little help?" she asked and Gwen moved to help her up while Peter moved back and pulled up his slacks, finding Livs in the process. While he helped her get them back on she held onto his shoulders and spoke to Gwen.

"Oh, Peters super sperm as you call it should be fine, the symbiotes only produce super toxic materials when threatened, killing off a non implanted sexual partner, from an evolutionary point of view, would be disadvantageous. Although Ms Stacy you do raise an interesting point. Does Peter’s sperm have any beneficial effects on the women he ejaculates into, or does it have symbiotic qualities that can be passed on to potential offspring?" Liv asked Gwen who's eyes lit up, MJ just shook her head, and Felicia whispered "nerds" under her breath.

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