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Ending At Beginnings Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2020-02-04 17:50:59 +0000 UTC
Spider bent down behind Felicia’s fat ass, the only thing that could counterbalance those oversized tits she was famous for, and wondered if he was sending the wrong message in kissing and caressing her gloriously rounded buttocks. It seemed a bit on the submissive side—he was literally kissing her ass.
But then, he had to think that enjoying Felicia’s body however he wanted, whenever he wanted, and wherever he wanted, was dominant enough to appeal to Felicia’s latent submissiveness. There was a reason she went around dressed in an open invitation to be leered at, and was fixated on seducing a man with a hundred times her strength. He could smell it welling up in her cunt as her submission continued, leaving less and less doubt that he really intended to fuck her right before they robbed the Kingpin.
For her part, every time Spider pulled his lips away from her creamy flesh, Felicia wanted to beg him to kiss her again. Then she felt his fingers dancing lightly along the naked curves of her buttocks, tasting their roundness before he greedily palmed them.
He parted the soft white flesh, cool air rushing in to touch her anus, but Spider left it alone for now. Felicia felt the force of his gaze, his gently panting breath, go lower, to her warmly throbbing labia. He ran his tongue through the dampness of her arousal and then moved it upward, between her buttocks to find her tiny asshole, touching it with the warmth and wetness of her own cunt.
“Ghhh!” Felicia gasped, feeling the shock of his tongue circling tauntingly around the grommet of her asshole. With every moment he slowly rounded her puckered sphincter, she felt like the tip of his tongue would lapse inside her, but instead it went for another orbit, and another… finally it dropped down, sliding over her cunt again—and finding it more sensitive than ever.
Felicia nearly came. She wished, more than anything, that she was loose so she could take a part in her own ravishing, feed her hungry pussy at her own pace, but somehow it was deliriously exciting to only take what Spider decided to give her. She was his bitch. She was his bitch and she was getting off on it. Either fact seemed too big to fit in her brain. Both together were mind-blowing.
Suddenly Spider’s tongue pushed into her anus, sinking deep into her rectum. Felicia jerked forward with the unexpected thrust, but the webbing held her tightly inside the air duct. Spider clapped his hand solidly against her ass to chastise her for moving.
“Hhh!” Felicia blurted out, choking back a louder cry. Spider snaked his tongue deeper and deeper, his ferocious licks inside her working away the tightness of her ass. She let out muffled groans of protest, but they soon became moans of growing pleasure. Her ass… he was fucking her ass with his tongue… she’d had no idea Peter could be so… dirty.
Then she felt him press his finger into her cunt, running it along the wall of her sex that bordered her anal passage. As his tongue reamed and stretched her anus, his finger stroked along what felt like the same space, jolting and ravaging her with an endless supply of teasing pleasure.
It felt like a candle was lit inside her, flickering, guttering, flaring up, never the same ecstasy twice. Felicia felt drool running down her chin. There was nothing more she wanted than to kneel there and submit to the desires of her master, except to be fucked by him. As much as she liked having him tongue her ass, she wanted his cock that much more.
“It’s been too long since that tight ass of yours has been put to good use. Feels like it’s cherry. That’s not gonna last,” Spider grunted behind her before returning to relaxing her hole with his tongue.
The thought that he was only preparing her to be sodomized—to actually take that massive cock where even his tongue seemed like a huge penetration—made ripples of desire shoot through Felicia’s body, conquering her as surely as she ever had been by a prick in her cunt. She was losing control, but she didn’t care. Spider was in her control.
Felicia shivered in enjoyment of that fact, bracing her body and telling herself she didn’t have long to wait. If she was on the verge of orgasm, then how much longer could Spider resist? He had to sheathe his cock in her body sooner rather than later.
With her lustful anticipation making her incredibly sensitive to his every move, Felicia felt Spider’s strong hands drawing open her asscheeks. His thumbs slid to either side of her anus and dragged on the flesh surrounding it, forcing it to splay itself to the point where she could feel the cool rush of the breeze inside her asshole.
Felicia tried to relax her anus, telling her starved and yet scared body that there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being used, only to maximize her enjoyment of how Spider was going to use her.
Spider’s fingers bit deep into Felicia’s ample ass, enough to hurt, holding her exactly in place as he brought his massive cockhead to the split of her buttocks. Felicia wheezed in surprise as she felt his tip touch her open hole.
“Hnn!” Felicia cried, voice echoing mockingly back at her from the air duct. Her eyes were wide with fright. He was just too big. He would never fit in there! As much as she wanted it, she simply couldn’t take his massive cock up the ass.
She felt the raised texture of Spider’s costume rub teasingly against the insides of her thighs as his prick ran along the crevice splitting her asscheeks. It felt too big even for that, its length going from her perineum to the base of her spine.
Groaning in satisfaction, Spider pushed his pelvis into Felicia’s well-rounded ass, his length stuffed like a hot dog between her buttocks while the muscular delta of his loins pressed against her sweet curves. For a moment, he simply luxuriated in the warmth and softness of her ass, feeling how its abundant curvature swelled against his lower belly and was slightly pressed down by his grinding closeness, like he was squeezing a balloon. But then he wanted to feel that pillowy pressure wrapped around his dick, ushering him into the flood of a climax that Felicia and her voluptuous ass deserved.
She felt him again probe into the pit that his thumbs held open. At first Spider simply seated his cockhead inside her opening, letting Felicia feel how he throbbed, the heat coming off his member, and the steady drip of precum that already seemed like it was inundating her bowels. Then he was pushing inside her, his cock becoming an unrelenting hardness, and the looseness he’d instilled in her reached its limit.
Felicia instinctively tightened her sphincter, only to feel Spider’s palm briskly slapping against her hip. “The tighter you make it, the more I’ll enjoy it,” he told her. “Relax. Let me make you come. Remember you’re a whore. Do you think whores don’t get fucked in the ass?”
Smarting from the blow and her cheeks blushing further in indignation, Felicia forced herself to relax. Her anal muscles were tightly clenched, but they gave way to Spider’s indomitable cockhead. With a quick jerk, it stabbed inside her. Felicia cried out as she felt her asshole expand dramatically around her master’s shaft.
“Ooohhh Goddd!”
Spider thrust again, forcing a few more inches into her long before Felicia grew used to having his glans holding her asshole open. Felicia gave a deep moan, then she moaned again, and after that, she mewled endlessly, feeling the constant pressure of his throbbing erection in her ass. Every lustful shudder that passed through his cock went into her widely splayed anus, shocking its tenderness, making her feel pain and pleasure anew.
Nothing in the world existed except for her anus and the stiff, lust-bloated prick that was turning it into a fuckhole for Spider’s personal enjoyment. The forceful intrusion of his cock sent ripples through every cell in her body, ceaselessly driving into her rectum like some huge tree growing inside her. Felicia had no choice but to moan in complete submission, eyes wide open and lips soundlessly working, until she felt the coarse hair of his groin scratch against her tender, quivering ass.
His pulsating erection was in her to the hilt. She felt like a pig on a spit, impaled on his hardness, utterly submitting to the pleasure Spider took in ass-fucking her. She knew she would never be the same after this. She had given in, despite the pain, despite the shame, and now she knew the ecstasy that could give her. She was addicted on the spot.
Felicia was used to men needing to fuck her, or at least so they said. Now she needed to be fucked.
Spider looked down at her ass like the benevolent dictator he was, committing to memory the sight of his huge cock pumping into her and drawing back out. He watched the pink ridges of her inner flesh twist outward as he pulled out of her, and then were sucked back into her like a flower blossoming in reverse as he lunged back inside, the slap of his loins against Felicia’s body sending a juicy ripple through all of her decadently curved ass. He growled in pleasure, and although he would never deprive himself of the sight of Felicia in her preferred costume, he wondered if it was so tight that she couldn’t wear a buttplug underneath it.
Felicia felt his manhood swelling inside her bowels, throbbing with the growing pressure of the cum it was about to give her, her rightful due for bearing the sweet torment of being sodomized. As exciting as it was to do this in enemy territory, out on the roof of the Kingpin’s building with only the night for cover, she wished they were back home, in front of one of her ornate mirrors, so Spider could see her face as he ass-fucked and know how much she enjoyed being his.
“Can you feel it?” Spider whispered harshly, in the slightest capitulation to where they were, the danger of their circumstances. “Huh, Cat? Can you feel my cum?”
His balls tightened—Felicia could feel them shake where they nestled against her pussy—and his cum rushed into his shaft. Felicia felt that, the last bit of growth as his prick jumped with ejaculation. Her already parted lips now dropped open as she delighted at the sudden idea of being his cum dumpster.
“Yesss!” Felicia keened. “God, yes, I feel it!”
Spider heaved against her, shoving her deeper into the air duct, jamming her up against the webbing that held her in place, his thrust hoisting her off the ground and holding her in mid-air between the webbing and his driving stroke. Her legs kicked impotently at the ground, sending gravel skittering away as thick creamy jism burst into her bowels.
Her cunt spasmed in sympathy with how her asshole clenched on his spurting prick. She wailed, trying to drive her hips back to his ejaculation, but only managing to shake as she came herself, her cunt showering her thighs and the ground beneath her with her cream.
“Spider… Spider…” Felicia moaned drunkenly, facedown in a pool of sweat as he continued to come inside her, packing her asshole with his ejaculate, making full use of how he’d stretched and expanded her rectum.
Spider wrenched her out of the air duct, ripping her suit to tatters as it tore free of the sticky webbing. Now he held her ass to his groin, Felicia’s legs protruding behind him as her upper body dropped to the ground, her face and hair falling into the warm juices she’d just ejaculated. Half-naked, she tried to support herself, almost doing a handstand as Spider groaned with release, his cock spurting another load of cum into her already stuffed anus.
Felicia’s eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned his name like a desperate prayer. With what little remained of her mind, she could only imagine his cum continuing out of her bowels and up into her belly, invading her digestive system until it was coming out of her throat. Then what would she do? Spit or swallow?
Felicia smiled mindlessly at the question. Spider’s cock began to slow even as he bounced Felicia’s ass like a basketball against his groin, the cum pouring out of it in shorter ropes, though more of it was squeezed out of Felicia’s anus with each impalement of her ass.
Finally, growing numb, he let Felicia slip out of his hands and land upside-down against the air duct, lying in an undignified heap as he released the last of his drainage onto her tempting ass itself, glazing her buttocks as if he were signing the work he’d done on her gaping anus.
Taking hold of Felicia’s ankle, Spider pulled her into a more comfortable position. It couldn’t be good for her back to stay in such an unnatural pose for long. And with the size of her mammaries, her back needed all the help it could get.
Next, he sat down against the air conditioning unit, putting his feet up on Felicia’s head. He didn’t bother to put his half-hard cock away. If anyone came upon them, it would be obvious what they were doing. Felicia was half-naked, the top of her costume shredded, the bottom ripped open at the ass and pussy. Not to mention the cum all over her lower half, both his and hers.
It was enough to make Spider slip out the camera he’d once used to take photographs for the Bugle and snap a few pictures for himself. He’d probably have them framed. Felicia could use a few pointed reminders of whose bitch she was around the house. It would be interesting to have her face to face with one while he was eating her out. Even when he was romancing her, seducing her, it was good for her to remember who her master was.
After long minutes, Felicia came back to herself. Spider could tell by how she started moaning instead of panting. She was still enjoying herself, only now she was conscious enough to be aware of it.
“Jesus… Jesus, Spider… you don’t do anything half-assed, do you?” She saw nothing wrong with having Spider’s boots propped up on her head. If he had asked her to lick them clean, she would’ve done it gladly. “I think you might’ve convinced me to give up my life of crime. This is more fun anyway. How about getting my pussy too? Knocking me up with a few spider-babies? You have to admit, these tits were meant to belong to a MILF.”
Spider moved one foot down in front of her face and she lovingly kissed the toe of his boot. “Nah,” he said after some thought. “We already came all the way out here. Let’s rob the joint.”
“But Spider… look at me. I’m a mess. I look like the bottom of a peep show booth. I’d need to go home and get a new costume. Hell,” Felicia chuckled. “If you keep filling me to the brim with cum, I’ll need to let out my costume too.”
“That’s no problem,” Spider said.
He got up, drew Felicia to her feet too—sending almost worrying jolts of sensation through her cum-filled bowels as his seed sloshed around inside her—and then ripped what was left of her costume off of her body altogether. Felicia was left in nothing but her mask, gloves, and boots. A look she favored, true, but never out in public. She almost reflexively covered herself with her hands before Spider took her wrists and held them at her sides.
“You’re a thief, right? You have to get in and get out without being seen.” He looked her over, inflaming Felicia’s passion all over again as he clearly approved of her naked body. “Does it really count as being naked if no one sees you? Think of this as added motivation.”
“C’mon, Spider—what about my tools?”
He picked up her toolkit with a webline—she usually kept it nestled between her breasts—and held it against her belly before webbing it in place. Felicia flushed, getting into the kinky game. She’d never imagined herself being so submissive—or Spider being so dominant. But if she was going to bottom for him, she was damn sure going to be a power bottom.
“And what do I get if I pull this off?” she asked, batting her eyelashes to drive the innuendo home.
“Me calling you a good girl.” Spider cocked his head to the side. “What else do you need?”
Felicia had to admit, that did send a shudder through her. But she could get more of a deal for an NC-17 heist, and no matter how slutty Felicia was, she wasn’t cheap. “The same thing I always need, Spider. Whatever I want.”
He smiled under his mask. “So you do this, I owe you a favor, is that it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Just so long as you remember that I’m the master, you’re the bitch. So if you think it’s ever going to be me taking a cock up the ass…”
Felicia laughed. “Don’t worry—I wouldn’t waste a good dildo on you. No, it’ll be something you like. I’ll just like it that much more.”
Spider nodded. “One more thing, though.”
“Oh?”
“Can’t leave any DNA at the crime scene.”
And, turning Felicia around, he quickly gripped her left buttock and pulled it away from her splayed asshole before—thwip!
Felicia gaped. He’d actually done it. He’d actually plugged her open hole with his webbing. She was suddenly incredibly aware of all his cum packed in her bowels, now with no place to go—not for a full hour.
Approving of his work, Spider gave Felicia’s ass one last slap. “Now go. I’ll clean up here. That costume of yours isn’t much more than rags now anyway.”
Felicia snorted. “No wonder your old costume tried to kill you.”
***
Peter took the stairs up to his apartment two at a time. He couldn’t bear an elevator ride up, not in his condition—if anything vaguely female, even She-Hulk these days, got onboard, his erection would tear through his pants. He’d barely managed to survive the cab ride home. Thank God for the cleanliness of New York cabs, for once. He’d been able to keep his mind off the sudden horniness that dominated his thoughts.
He didn’t know why, in his new Spider-Manless life, he seemed to alternate between normalcy and needing sex like crack cocaine. Maybe it was just being in a relationship with Mary Jane. But he was barely able to stop himself from breaking down the door. Fortunately, Mary Jane had left it unlocked.
She turned to him as he came in, looking perfect, not yet noticing the erection pushing down his pantleg. The only romance Peter could manage was not whipping it out immediately.
“Peter, there you are. I need to talk to you…”
“I need you,” Peter said, rushing up to her and engulfing her in a kiss.
He gathered her vibrant body in his arms, pressing his mouth down on hers until her breath was gone. She pulled away to gasp for air.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he moaned, brushing his mouth against her pouting lips, only able to wait bare moments for her to regain her breath before he kissed her again. “Your tits feel so nice against my chest. Touch my cock. Feel how big you make it?”
Mary Jane could feel its swollen girth against her thigh, pounding a strong rhythm that seemed to go right into her pussy. Despite herself, she felt her cunt growing wet. “Hey, wait a minute—I mean it—we really need to talk…”
“After,” Peter said, dropping to his knees in front of her, gazing up at her like she was everything beautiful in the world, even as he worked her jeans down her long legs. “We’ll talk after.”
“It can’t wait!” Mary Jane protested.
“Do you want to break up?” Peter asked, almost groaning as he looked up at her thrusting breasts and exposed panties, so skimpy around her mons and between her ample buttocks.
“Of course not—“
“Then let’s fuck,” Peter said, putting his strong hands on her hips, rubbing them up and down and knowing from the look in Mary Jane’s eyes that she was close to giving in, that she could barely resist his need as it called to her own.
“It’s really important,” Mary Jane sighed weakly.
“So is this,” Peter countered. “Most happy relationships have an active sex life.”
“We can have an active sex life in five minutes.”
“We can.” Peter smiled, sensing Mary Jane’s breathing quicken as his hands rubbed her hips. “Or we can have it right now.”
“God, Peter…” She interrupted herself with a whoop as he pushed her down onto the couch. “Why’d you have to pick now to get all spontaneous?”
Peter got on top of her, looking down at her heaving tits as her nipples showed through her shirt. He was getting to her and he knew it. Unless her big news was that the apartment was on fire, he was just going to have to fuck her brains out.
Peter paused. Was the apartment on fire?
A. Fuck Mary Jane.
B. Hear her news.
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