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Faithless: Extended Edition 2
🕑 Added 2021-03-11 15:44:40 +0000 UTCTony wore a black Speedo as he lazed around the pool at Stark Tower, showing off his tan and physique to see if he could tempt any of the ladies on the Avengers into some fun, but he regretted it as soon as Mary Jane came into the room, shedding a robe that had made her look like an angel. Underneath, she looked like anything but.
Tony angled his head for a better view, even as she gave him a hard-on that was testing his already bulging briefs. Her full breasts filled up the top of her red string bikini, an expanse of cleavage showing off how she was more freckled than tan. A hint of her rib cage showed at her tapered waist, her stomach so flat it was almost hollow. Her belly button was as tiny as the dimple of an orange, while the wisp of her bottoms clung precariously to her voluptuous hips. It curved high over her toned thighs and disappeared into a thin line in the delta of her groin. The crotch of her swimsuit was so tiny that her labia lips almost showed out from under it. It was a certainty that she was shaved completely bare down there.
“Hi Tony,” she cooed as she came up to his chaise lounge. “Just got back from a swimsuit photoshoot. They let me keep the suit. I thought I’d thank you for helping me get the gig. How about a drink?”
“Sure,” Tony said. “I’m feeling real thirsty.”
Clint and Jan were using the pool too. They watched along with Tony as Mary Jane went to the refrigerator at poolside. She opened it up and ignored everything but the bottom shelf. She bent way over to get there, letting Tony see her ass pushing out to either side of her thong. He was aware that everyone else in the room was staring with him at her round buttocks and felt a sense of smugness at being the one who got to fuck that creamy ass.
Mary Jane came back, giving Tony a Fanta from the bottom shelf. Tony wouldn’t have drunken that swill for anything, but he knew that wasn’t the point of MJ’s display.
“I think I cut myself doing the shoot,” she said. Standing next to his chair, she lowered the tight elastic waistband of her bottoms two inches along her thigh. The motion pulled the crotch of her panties down as well. Tony could actually see her clit standing out, stiff and erect. “Right here. Do you see anything?” Mary Jane continued innocently.
Tony groaned. Mary Jane’s eyes flickered to his groin, where his long, fat cock was painfully cramped inside his Speedo. She giggled, while at the same time staring hotly at his promising erection.
“I guess there’s nothing to see then,” Mary Jane said, her voice rich with irony, as she pulled her waistband back into place, but cavalierly. Leaving her bottoms askew on her ass and groin. “I’d better get changed. I’ve been in this suit for far too long.”
As she walked out of the pool, she reached behind her back and untied the string of her bikini top. She took it off while she was still in sight of Tony. Even before she went through the door, she heard his feet slap onto the tile floor as he got up. She knew she had him. And Tony knew what she wanted from him. The way she teased him, flaunted her body in front of him, would get her everything she wanted, both in her career and in the bedroom.
Mary Jane felt a naughty thrill as she paraded topless through Stark Tower, hearing Tony’s bare feet padding after her. It amused her that they were both wearing much the same thing: Mary Jane her swimsuit bottoms and Tony his Speedo. They couldn’t be more underdressed, and yet there was still some deniability, still some pretense that they weren’t about to fuck each other’s brains out.
She let herself into one of the guest rooms, strutted over to the laundry chute, and tossed both halves of her bikini in. She was unsurprised when she heard the door close behind her, turning to see Tony’s hard-on nearly ripping its way through his Speedo.
“There,” Mary Jane purred to him. “I’m out of my suit.”
“And not getting into anything else,” Tony told her firmly.
Mary Jane shook her head in agreement. “You’re going to be the one getting into me.” She sat down on the bed. “Come here. Get a taste of ginger.”
Tony walked up to her, but made no move to get his head between her thighs. “I think as long as you’re thanking me, you should be the one to get a taste.”
“Alright.” She crooked her finger at him, urging Tony to enter her personal space. “Come give me a taste.”
Tony stood in front of her. Mary Jane pulled down on his briefs until they were untangled from his cock. She giggled at how distended his Speedo looked once it hit the ground. Then she put her hands around his prick, skinning back his foreskin. His cockhead pulsed in front of her eyes, precum already oozing from the end. She put one hand at the base of his cock and the other alongside it. She still had inches of his magnificent erection left over, veins throbbing in it with the hot blood she had urged down to his hard-on.
“What’s the hold-up?” Tony asked. “If you think that won’t fit in your mouth, you’ll be real surprised where else I’m putting it.”
“I just sucked off that idiot husband of mine. Now I want my pussy to get some.”
Tony laughed boisterously. “Oh, you’ll get it, Red. But I don’t fuck gold-digging sluts like you to do what they want to do. I do it because they do what they’re told. And right now, I’m telling you that I’m parking this dick in your mouth, so open wide or see if Lobsterman 2 is casting.”
Mary Jane only smiled. “You get assertive when you want your cock sucked.”
“No, just when a bitch like you needs to remember her place,” Tony grinned. “In fact, why don’t you get off the bed? I don’t want you sitting down on the job. I want you kneeling before my cock, seeing as how it’s what got you your career. It and all the cum I’m going to pump down your throat. Down, MJ. On your knees. Like a good little bitch.”
Obediently, even eagerly, Mary Jane knelt before him, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, actually saying “Ahhh” to make a proper presentation of her mouth to him. Tony slapped his hard cock down on her outstretched tongue, enjoying bashing it against her bottom lip.
“Yeah, that’s more like it. I’m not your husband, Red. Don’t expect me to be grateful when you suck me off. This is what you goddamn owe me. And I’m not just getting a blowjob from you. I’m using all of that slutty mouth. Parker may have put a ring on it, but I had it bought and paid for, and I’m getting my money’s worth!”
He pushed himself into her mouth, just the burgeoning cockhead seeming to fill her tiny mouth. Mary Jane opened her lips wider. Still, there seemed no room for more. Tony put his hands on the sides of her head, fingers massaging her jaws, until her mouth relaxed. Tony pushed his shaft into her, its huge girth throbbing on MJ’s tongue.
“Good. That’s real good,” he growled. “You’re not sucking me off. I’m fucking your face. Every time I see that pretty face on a billboard or in a magazine, it’s just gonna be a reminder of what it felt like to be using your throat as my cock holster.
Mary Jane hefted his heavy balls in one hand as she sucked and stroked his erection. Tony patted her head condescendingly as he started swinging his hips, his big cock sliding easily into her willing throat. It didn’t hurt. She didn’t gag. Mary Jane sucked harder, loving the throbbing hardness of his manhood as it slid over her tongue and down into her gullet.
Then her lips touched her own hand. Mary Jane realized she had taken almost all of Tony’s cock. She took her hand off his shaft and tried to push even more down, no matter how she gagged and sputtered to have it forced into the lowest recesses of her throat. She really didn’t mind blowing Tony—she knew that no matter how hard she sucked, he would still want to fuck her more.
Tony felt his member expanding inside Mary Jane’s gullet, her stretching for it. She really was some woman. The only one he had ever met who could handle so much of his erection. In fact, her head bobbed ferociously up and down on his cock, moaning on how she throated it, the sound only adding to the feeling of boiling he had in his cum-bloated balls.
“Wait!” Tony groaned, pulling himself out of her mouth and then picking MJ up by the armpits. “I’ve got too much cum to waste on your mouth. I’m putting it in your cunt.”
“Go right ahead, baby! I’m taking birth control.”
“Good,” Tony quipped, “I’d hate to have to put it in your ass.”
“Me too—when my pussy hasn’t has enough yet.”
“You’re going to get enough,” Tony promised her, throwing her onto the bed. She parted her legs almost pleadingly and Tony felt a swell of masculinity rush through him.
As much as he liked her willfulness, making a show of breaking her down, it really fired him up how she seemed always on the verge of begging for his cock, with or without the little ‘presents’ he lavished on her. Oh, she was definitely a whore, but the best kind of whore was the obedient kind—bought and paid for as Mary Jane was.
He climbed between her legs and held himself over her to look down at her pale body. The sight of her white flesh gleaming on the dark bedspread made his cum surge in his loins, but he refused to come outside of her pussy. He was going to get what he’d paid for. Tony positioned himself at her dripping wet cunt and rammed his cock home.
“Oh shit, fuck me, you bastard, you fucking bastard, I’m your whore!” Mary Jane cried, digging her nails into his firm ass as it rhythmically pumped between her open thighs.
Tony laughed above her, knowing that he had lit her fire and that only he could put it out again. With his hands fisted in the bedspread and his knees dug into the mattress, he rutted into her crazily writhing body, making her tight pussy suck on all of his pulsating length.
“Oh yes, give it to me! Fuck me like only you can! Let me have it, let me have it!” Mary Jane panted hoarsely, her voice rising with the pleasure he was giving her.
Tony slid his hands under her quaking ass, cupping each of her luscious buttocks. Mary Jane flexed and shuddered in his hands, and he pulled her up hard to his thrusts. She spread her thighs even more, but the moist opening of her cunt clasped even harder around his stroking prick. It clenched with each pump he gave her.
Tony held back as he fucked her, reaping the enjoyment of plunging into her tight cunt, but also sparing enough attention to focus on slipping one hand between her asscheeks. He pressed his forefinger onto the sweat-damp muscle of her sphincter, poked at it. Her ass tensed, then yielded, letting him in when he stabbed his finger into the soft, suffocating pucker of her asshole.
“Gghhh!” Mary Jane squealed, wiggling her skewered ass around in his cupping hands.
Tony pumped with his hips, driving his rock-hard erection deep inside of her, as if trying to meet the finger he had penetrating through her anus. He groaned in satisfaction as the thrust of his cock plunged her down onto his finger. He was fucking her and Mary Jane was fucking herself, sodomizing herself, with how she took his hardened strokes.
It didn’t take more than a few thrusts before Tony’s finger was lodged in her all the way to the second knuckle. He curled his finger, rubbing the pad of it against his own prick through the thin membrane that separated them. Knowing that only that insubstantial gossamer was Mary Jane, that he was filling everything else, Tony felt like he well and truly owned her.
Mary Jane shook her ass on his plundering finger, pleasure-pain gasps foaming from her lips as she was jerked up and down by his pistoning cock. “Oh yes, yes, finger my ass like that, Tony! Fuck my ass and my cunt, yesss, my ass and my cunt!” she moaned in a voice wild with desire.
She slid her own slender hand down between their pumping bodies and found Tony’s swollen balls. They felt soft and finely haired as she squeezed them.
“Christ!” Tony crowed as the pressure grew more intense. He thrust into Mary Jane harder, matching how firmly she was clasping his balls. Soon her grip was almost painful, but it was outweighed by the delight he got in ramming all of his length into the very deepest folds of her sex.
It felt to Mary Jane like he was fucking right into her womb, determined to test her birth control by unleashing his sperm right where she was most vulnerable. Then Tony slowed—pulling his lust-hardened cock out of her more carefully than he had plunged it in. He sighed, relishing the feel of her walls gripping his manhood as though unwilling to let it go.
“Ooooh, GOD, so good, it’s so gooood,” Mary Jane keened.
“Shit, Mary Jane, your hubby’s a jackass if he doesn’t fuck this cunt every day,” Tony groaned.
“Oh, oh, deeper… HARDER! Fuck me, fuck me!” Mary Jane begged, gasping as though she were an addict in need of a fix.
“Not to mention this tight ass…” Tony gave himself to her with a wet smack that reverberated through the guest room.
Mary Jane looked up at his handsome face and loved being under him, loved giving herself so completely to this man, even though he was fucking her like a common whore. Because he was fucking her like a common whore.
Her supple body was slick with sweat, her face and tits soaked with perspiration, while her groin was wet with the mingled juices that splattered everything as Tony thrust into her juicy cunt. With each loud slap of their groins meeting, Mary Jane felt like she was covered in more and more of their mutual, liquid arousal.
“I’m almost there, baby,” Tony cooed. “I’m going to give that pussy so much cum that your next thong will have to be white!”
“I want it, Tony! Oh shit, tiger, I’m almost there! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Mary Jane chanted into his straining expression. She was getting so close to her own orgasm—it was so close and so intense that she almost feared it.
She swung her thighs up high, winding her legs behind his back, and jerking her ass in passionate abandon up to his groin. Ramming her own cunt onto his thrusting cock until she finished herself off.
“I’m coming—I’M COMMMIINNG!” she shrieked, locking her ankles tight behind Tony’s back as her body convulsed, almost throwing him off, almost breaking the connection between their bodies that was the center of her whirling pleasure. Mary Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face against hers to ensure that cock didn’t go anywhere.
The muscles inside her clenched and contrasted, grasping his driving prick as a hot flood of her juices flowed out of her to coat his scrotum. The wildness of her climax brought an awareness of aching pressure to Tony—he felt how tightly clenched his balls were in no uncertain terms. With one final lance into Mary Jane’s body, he exploded.
Tony took his finger from Mary Jane’s anus and gripped the soft flesh of her ass with both hands, drawing her body up into the air as great passionate gusts broke from his throat. “Oh Christ! Holy shit!” Tony bellowed, his orgasm ripping through him.
His strokes came faster, hit Mary Jane harder. His belly smacked against MJ’s with a sweaty slap, resonating with the first spurt of his hot cum exploding deep in the depths of her sucking cunt. Again and again, his boiling jizz erupted from him and was greedily accepted into Mary Jane’s eager pussy.
Finally, the two of them separated from each other. But Tony’s cock had barely pulled out of Mary Jane before she had it back inside her, this time in her mouth. She mewled lowly as she sucked both their cream from his manhood.
“Jesus, MJ, you’re really not satisfied?” Tony gasped.
“Not yet. And sucking you off won’t do it either. I’m getting you hard again, lover. I need more fucking. And tonight, I’ll be getting a lot more.”
This, Mary Jane mused, was the problem with good sex. You could get addicted to it. That was a problem she hadn’t had with Peter. As she went on with the slow, satisfying work of restoring Tony to hardness, Mary Jane remembered the best fuck her husband had ever given her.
***
Peter poured them both drinks, but neither he nor Mary Jane were thirsty. He held the glasses in both hands as he sat down beside Mary Jane. They ended up on the floor, while Peter and Mary Jane ended up in each other’s arms. His lips met hers, his tongue going into her mouth, Mary Jane sucking on it, then wrapping her own tongue around it. Their tongues intertwining like two serpents, Peter moved his hand to MJ’s round, supple breast, digging his fingers into its firm heft. Mary Jane arched her back, pressing her tit into his palm. Both of them felt the nipple stiffening.
Peter blew in her ear, licked her neck. Mary Jane unbuttoned her blouse and no sooner had she done so than Peter’s hand was inside it. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Peter massaged her other breast as he had the first, kneading it while Mary Jane continued opening her blouse. Nothing could pull Peter away from her tits except for the sound of Mary Jane unzipping her skirt.
He went down to her parted legs, playing with her cunt through her soaking panties. Then, slipping his fingers under her waistband, he caressed her naked sex, fingering her clit, rubbing her mons. His pants bulged at the crotch.
Mary Jane began to unzip his fly, drawing it down a tease at a time. Then, finally pulling it down all the way, she reached in to take his cock out—and was surprised to discover a wad of rolled-up socks before the crotch of his underwear.
“Peter?” Mary Jane gasped in surprise.
“I can explain,” Peter said hurriedly. “You know how I go around as Spider-Man, just in my spandex. I can’t have people recognizing my physical condition from one identity in the other. That’s why I wear baggy clothes, so people don’t notice my physique.”
“Yes, but…” Mary Jane pulled out another bunched-up set of socks. “Two?”
“Let’s just take our clothes off,” Peter suggested.
“Fine by me.”
Mary Jane slid out of his arms and stood in front of him to strip her clothes from her body. Peter watched admiringly. Mary Jane undressed like an exotic dancer, teasing him with snippets of her body, revealing it to him little by little. As anyone could see by the tight outfits she wore, her body was lean and trim, her pussy covered by a thatch of red hair. Glistening streaks of arousal crossed her inner thighs.
She shoved her hips out, thighs parted, thinking that Peter might like a taste of how aroused he made her. But Peter just stared uncertainly at her cunt, as if not sure what she expected him to do with it. So Mary Jane knelt down in front of him and starting taking his pants off. Peter reached into his pocket before she undressed him, presenting her with a wrapped condom. Mary Jane took it with one hand as she tugged his pants down with the other.
Super-Compact Condoms: Snug Fit/Ultra-Thin… Stays On No Matter How Little It Stretches. Mary Jane gave a mental shrug as she read the wrapper, wondering if Peter had some kind of complex. She supposed a lot of men did—at least he was honest about it.
She ran the latex sheath over his manhood. Precum bubbled from his glans-hole and trickled down his shaft. Mary Jane licked her lips, but refrained from tasting it for now, preferring to draw the condom over him nice and tight. Then she drew back and pulled his pants all the way off, too eager to fill herself with him to bother with more foreplay.
Comments
Keeper
Sad this never got a chapter 3 to tie the story off. Guess it would’ve been something like Tony fucking MJ on her and Peter’s bed while she’s on the phone with him or something like MJ not taking the pills any more so that Peter would be the ultimate cuckold and raise his wife’s bastard thinking its his own.
SAROUMANERTYU
Are yo going to do a chapter 3?
