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Not Eddie Brock update
🕑 Added 2019-04-16 23:56:10 +0000 UTC
Peter stared at their assassin, wondering if it was possible for a girl to have no flaws. At least, on the outside.
Yelena Belova was shockingly blonde, her skin creamy white, setting off the eyes that were as beguiling as those of a cat. Her black leather uniform was like her fellow Black Widow Natasha’s, but it was closed off at the cleavage, coming up with fetishistic tightness to her throat. However, as if to make up for the lack of a plunging neckline, her body was bare from her waist to just below her breasts, an expanse of firm muscle and tawny skin, while her breasts jutted out like ripe melons through the skintight top above. So tight it could’ve been translucent.
Peter was used to beautiful women, up to a point. It was easy not to be rattled when they were trying to kill him—he wasn’t a masochist—but when it was someone like Black Cat, who was as eager to kiss him as she was to kick him… well, he was only human.
And seeing Yelena captured, bound to the side of the rooftop air conditioning unit by webbing on her wrists and ankles, only reminded him of Mary Jane. How she’d offered to ‘set his mind at ease’ by being bound in webbing… and then letting him do anything. Actually teasing him to fuck her in the ass while he had the chance. And then, after he’d come, ripping the webbing away with her symbiote-enhanced strength. Walking away with his cum spilling from her ass like a badge of honor.
Peter’d been trying to erase the image from his mind ever since. As central as sex was to the deal between him and Venom and Mary Jane, he didn’t want to grow to like it or… think Mary Jane was into it or accept it was some kind of fringe benefit…
It was all so impossible. It wasn’t like he was raping MJ. It couldn’t be that the symbiote was controlling her, not the most strong-willed woman he’d ever known. But how could he let himself grow comfortable with this, even when the sex was so fantastic? So he tried to keep their lovemaking down to a bare minimum, only when Mary Jane insisted rather than him wanting it. He’d taken cold showers, tried to think about Aunt May, everything. Nothing seemed to let him forget images like his cock sliding into her asshole.
It was even worse now that he was actually fighting crime with Mary Jane—She-Venom, he supposed. The symbiote was less like a costume and more like oily bodypaint poured over her flesh, with no thickness at all, just liquid blackness dripping and trickling around with every flexing movement of her body. The white spider-emblem on her chest had its legs shoot out to the sides, over the contours of her breasts, only highlighting the large heft which was Mary Jane’s already. The symbiote just held them up like some kind of Wonder-Bra, bringing them to their full potential, reversing the slight droop that Mary Jane had anguished over as she left her teens. Her tits basically defied gravity now, as did her ass, pert and perky despite the voluptuous weight of her thick buttocks.
Through the symbiote’s jack o’lantern eyes, Mary Jane stared adroitly at the bound and gagged Yelena Belova.
“You’re not thinking of eating her or anything?” Peter asked, feeling the thinness of his own spandex costume at the moment. Despite everything, the arousal he felt towards MJ never really went away. As he got more comfortable despite himself with her symbiote bonding, it only got closer to the surface.
“Not as such,” Mary Jane replied, licking her lips. She didn’t have the toothy maw of other symbiotes; instead the symbiote left her mouth bare, its liquid frozen mid-drip down her cheeks and jawline. It reminded Peter uncomfortably of the times Mary Jane had gone down on him, stopped just when he was about to come, and laughing, redirected his hands from her head to his own cock, to reenact what he had done before he’d had her to focus his urges on. Finish on my face, tiger. C’mon—I did all the heavy lifting.
“Then let’s go,” Peter said, shaking off the mental suggestions that came of Mary Jane’s suggestively covered face. “SHIELD can take care of her.”
“In a minute,” Mary Jane retorted, pushing past him to face the assassin. “Black Widow, huh? I read your files. I heard you were supposed to be a hero. Now here you are. Trying to snipe people for cash.”
Whatever cynical retort Yelena had in her, she didn’t bother trying to get it through the webbing slapped over her mouth.
“Oh, I’m sure it pays well,” Mary Jane continued. “But you just end up getting caught and sent to some time-out or another. Now if you’d stayed on the right side of the law—well, I’m not saying your life would be easy, but there are fringe benefits.” She reached behind herself, hand unerringly finding Peter’s manhood. “Big fringe benefits.”
Peter took a step back. “We should—we should go.”
Mary Jane turned on him. “What’s your hurry? Shouldn’t we stay and watch her until someone comes to pick up this dangerous assassin?”
“Yeah, sure…”
“And no one would begrudge us if we had a little fun while we wait.” Mary Jane smiled. Another change. Even bare, her lips were jet black, almost purple. “Besides, we can show Yelena the benefits of rehabilitation.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “I used to be a bad girl, you know. A very bad girl. Spider-Man saved me. He fucked all the bad out of me. Now I’m his good girl.”
The symbiote retracted, flowing up her body to leave her totally naked except for the mask. Peter’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t help but take in Mary Jane’s magnificent body. As alluring as he’d thought it was with the symbiote covering it, the real thing was infinitely more so. Her breasts stuck straight out with no need for the symbiote’s support, the nipples hard, preening for his attention. Attention he couldn’t give them when her pussy was so very wet.
“His good little girl to fuck.”
Peter stood there frozen. He had a moment of disbelief that Mary Jane had gone this far, that she expected him to fuck her right out in the open, in front of a fucking supervillain even. Then all of the desire he’d ever felt in his life seemed to rush into him. He reached out and grasped Mary Jane’s breasts, moaning as if he were in pain.
“Mmmm,” Mary Jane moaned back at him, dropping her lush body against his chest. “And I’m so good to fuck, aren’t I tiger? Why don’t you play with my tits a little while we wait? We’ll show the Ruskie what she’s missing.”
Peter came to his senses, knowing he should’ve resisted. He shook his head, trying to clear it, but the impulse to fuck Mary Jane was as strong as ever. The perfume she wore drifted around his head and he squeezed her breasts even harder, digging his needy fingers deep into the firm flesh.
“Suck them,” Mary Jane said, arching her back to offer her breasts up to his face. She pulled at Peter’s head and he resisted for a moment, but one deep breath heaved her tits high up on her chest, a nipple coming up to his lips, and Peter himself dragged up his mask to take it inside his mouth.
His cock hardened, then thrilled out of his sweltering pants and into cool open air as Mary Jane pulled it out. His engorged length rubbed against her creamy thighs. It took over from Peter, not caring that he shouldn’t be doing this, not caring where he was or who was watching or what state Mary Jane was in. It was too late for that. He had to fuck her. He had to give his cock what it wanted and it wanted to be at the very bottom of Mary Jane’s hot, soft sex.
Peter’s mouth filled with hunger—ironic, since that underscored how empty it was of Mary Jane’s full breasts. He gorged himself with one firm tit, stuffing the nipple deep into his mouth and tickling it with his tongue. His mind whirled with lusts and fantasies. He started caring that Yelena was watching. He started liking the thought of her seeing Mary Jane scream with pleasure as he ate her pussy, fucked her ass, drove his cock down her throat.
Mary Jane bent to kiss his head, her lips hot even through the mask he still wore. It felt like she could read the thoughts Peter could barely keep straight.
“Do you want to eat my pussy?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “Or do you want me to suck your cock? Of course, we can do both. Your big, hard cock. My soft, wet pussy. And our tongues…” She yanked back on the mask, nearly pulling it off him, but Peter drifted back with it so instead his face was upturned and she kissed him, her tongue driving as lustfully into his mouth as he had devoured her breast. Then she pulled away, but only half an inch, her smile glinting against his lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Peter’s inhibitions were already going out the window, but the flood of excitement that Mary Jane started swept them out of sight. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. Mary Jane was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the love of his life, the lady he was meant to be with and the best fuck he’d ever had—how could he ever pass up the chance for one more taste, one more feel, one more kiss? Much less the feel of her hot mouth around his prick.
Mary Jane’s fingers tugged at his pants, pulling them down around his thighs. Then Mary Jane slipped down to lie on her back at Yelena’s feet, looking up at Peter, his erection looming over her.
“I think part of you definitely would like that,” she said. “Lie down on your side and you can show me just how much you like it.”
Peter did as Mary Jane instructed, lying down on his side in the opposite direction as the naked Mary Jane. With one hand she reached out and gripped Peter’s hard cock, making him groan delightedly. And he knew from experience that her mouth felt even better than her hand.
“Wow. What a nice cock.” With her other hand she took hold of Yelena’s shin, as if bracing herself. “Isn’t that one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen? I’ve sucked it so many times, but I still can’t wait to taste it. I just want him to come in my mouth again, and again, and again. Shame you can’t join us. It’s almost too much for one woman. I’ll probably have to let him fuck me somewhere else, just so we can get that dick back in his pants.”
With cheerleader control of her body, Mary Jane lifted her left leg, bringing it up into the air until it was actually at a right angle with her right leg. Her pussy was totally exposed, directly in front of Peter’s face, a tuft of red hair marking it to prove that some things never changed.
“Don’t you think I’ve got a nice cunt, Spider-Man? You wanna play with it as much as I wanna play with your cock? Or maybe as much as you want me to play with your cock?”
Peter reached out, just trying to hold himself back from outright fisting Mary Jane. Instead, he brushed aside that sweet red hair, letting him see the vivid pink flesh underneath. It felt warm and moist, and he wanted to rip his gloves off so he was touching it with his bare hands, but he couldn’t stand to wait any longer. He slid his forefinger inside of Mary Jane while his thumb found her clit. Mary Jane gasped as soon as he touched her there. Then her lips pursed in obvious enjoyment.
“That’s right, tiger. Play with my clit—hn—ah!—fells so good—that’s your toy to play with—and mine’s that sweet cock! But do you want to give it to me—oh!—ghhh—or would you rather play with my pussy? It’s so much fun to play with—hah—especially when you’ve got someone to play with!”
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Shendude
So damn hot, this.
