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The Cuckold update
🕑 Added 2019-06-03 19:00:02 +0000 UTC
Arm in arm, Mary Jane and Dmitri left the 747 that had brought them to Vegas, MJ bubbling over with excitement. It wasn’t just being in Vegas and it wasn’t just being with Dmitri—it was being free of Peter.
“Oh, Dmitri, this is incredible! I can’t believe I’m here with you! After all the sneaking around and lying, we’re finally on our own. And in Vegas!”
“It’s a nice little vacation spot,” Dmitri said, deliberately playing it cool. “But it’s a good thing you’re here to liven the place up.”
That was what Mary Jane wanted to hear. She snuggled close to Dimitri as if for warmth, even though the desert sun was supplying more than enough of that. In short order they had retrieved their luggage, chartered a taxi, and checked in to the Kemit Hotel. As Dmitri signed the guest register, Mary Jane looked around in awe at the sensory overload of the lobby, squeezing his brawny arm.
“Dmitri, send the bags up to the room. Let’s look around some. This place is amazing!”
Dmitri’s eyes slitted. All through escorting this lovely vixen on the plane flight and the cab ride over, he had been getting more and more aroused, wanting to reap the benefits of spoiling her as he had. But he sighed and made up his mind to wait. If Mary Jane was impressed with the hotel, she would be even more willing to give into him in bed. The thought of that, as well as the usual astonishing fuck from the oversexed redhead, gave him the patience of a saint.
“Lead on. Tonight, this is all for you.”
They wandered out of the lobby, with its sumptuous dining and open bar, to the casino that sprawled out from it. It didn’t have the cheap, chintzy feel of the stereotypical casino—more like an evolution of the old Rat Pack, tuxedo and tails casinos of the sixties and earlier. The slot machines didn’t blare and whine, but spouted tuneful music whether winning or losing. That music drifted over to the roulette games and craps tables, melding with the PA music to become a refined, soulful song.
Dmitri sat down with Mary Jane at a poker table and they played a few rounds, losing some hundred dollars, but Dmitri hardly minded. Now Mary Jane felt indebted to him.
She pulled Dmitri away from the table before he could lose anymore and now, like it was her idea, Dmitri allowed Mary Jane to take him up to their room. Quiet and cool compared to the heated and excitement of the game floor, the hotel room could’ve housed royalty. Mary Jane spun around, just taking in the gorgeous furnishings.
“This is amazing! I mean, I’ve been places like this before, but it’s been so long—God, I forgot how incredible it was!”
“We can make it better,” Dmitri said. He stripped off his clothes, his manhood shooting out from his crotch, incredibly erect, engorged.
When Mary Jane saw his member twitching and throbbing, knowing that it was waiting to be buried inside her, she herself felt wet with lust. She wanted that spectacular cock thrust inside of her every bit as badly as Dmitri did.
Mary Jane stripped away her floral lace shirt, her flared miniskirt, all the florid embellishments that made her look cute instead of sexy, until finally all that was left was her alabaster body with its dusting of earthy freckles. She gleamed in the light coming through the open window. Neither of them moved to close the drapes. Here, it didn’t matter if anyone saw them. In fact, Dmitri rather liked the idea.
He drank in Mary Jane’s beauty. Her breasts heaved proudly in front of her, the cherry nipples fat and hard on her snow-white teats. There was no sag in her tits; the nipples pointed directly at Dmitri, and even a little above him. By the same token, the sight of her naked breasts made his cock even harder. He hadn’t thought that was possible.
The rest of her nude body tore at him, though, pulling his eyes down from her breasts to the well of her navel, shadows hiding in it, flowing lower into the spaces between her thighs. There was the arrowhead of her pubic hair, just enough of it to prove her hair color was real, and the sunlight between her slightly open legs, outlining her labia, her mound. Tiny drops of her arousal sparkled inside her thighs, betraying her excitement. Dmitri had known Mary Jane wanted to be fucked, but now he could see just how badly she needed to be fucked by him. It was the sight of his cock that had done this to her.
As alluring as the mystery of her cunt was, though, her creamy thighs and sculpted legs were equally as glorious. Her feet, still wrapped in the shapely heels she hadn’t yet relinquished, completed her status as a vision of loveliness. As the fullness of her beauty dawned on Dmitri, his prick throbbed and ached in lust. It had been hard before, but now it was desperate to fuck her.
Dmitri went up to her and took her in his arms, crushing her to his bare chest, relishing the pain of her stone-hard nipples cutting into his skin. His lips crashed down on hers; his tongue entered her mouth. He tasted the ineffable sweetness of her flesh, her tongue, as it swirled around his, then he left her lips kiss-swollen and bruised to suck at her neck. As he gently gnawed at the tender flesh underneath her ear, Mary Jane went wild, feeling pure sexual frenzy in every inch of her body.
“Ahhh! Shit! Fuck me, Dmitri, fuck me! I need your cock inside—I need you!”
Dmitri paid no attention to what she was saying. He knew from long, pleasurably gathered experience that Mary Jane might not even know what she was saying. Aroused, Mary Jane’s passions were all she cared about—she would do or say anything that she expected to bring her pleasure.
His irritable thought of how nice it would be to have her gagged gave Dmitri the perfect idea to shut her up.
Grunting, Dmitri lifted Mary Jane up and tossed her onto the bed. Mary Jane came up to see Dmitri’s balls dangling over her face as he straddled her head, aiming his cock at her mouth. It was far too tempting for Mary Jane to resist. She opened her greedy mouth and immediately it was filled by Dmitri, tasting better than anything she had ever eaten. The taste of his flesh—particularly his hardened cock-meat, filled with the cum he would reward her with—was that of a decadent feast.
She sucked on his knob and was almost immediately overwhelmed by the flavor that flooded her taste buds. In search of more, she tongued his foreskin back from his cockhead, exposing the sensitive flesh of his helmet. Dmitri shivered as Mary Jane slid her tongue over his glans, down under his knob and along his collar. Everywhere she touched seemed like the most sensitive place her tongue could go.
Mary Jane traveled lower, taking more of Dmitri’s cock into her mouth, tonguing its tender underside. She felt his cock expanding even more as his rapidly pumping heart forced warm blood into it, finally leaving his erection jerking and throbbing inside her mouth. Mary Jane had to fight to hold his cock in her mouth, while still sucking hard, getting more of the sweet taste and the gratifying moans of Dmitri’s pleasure.
“Do you know what I’ve done?” Dmitri asked, stroking Mary Jane’s long, fiery hair, drawing it aside to see the look of abject lust in her green eyes as she took in his erection in so many ways.
Mary Jane gurgled a negative. She was impaled on his cock, stuffed with it as much as her pussy ever had been, but far too willingly to stop now.
“I paid the staff to set up a camera before we got here. It’s recording us right now. We’re going to have a recording of how you sucked me off the minute we got here. You’re going to be able to watch it again and again.”
Mary Jane’s eyes flicked up to his face, seeing if he was serious, then she looked around, trying to spot the purported camera. Dmitri’s cock throbbed too hard between her lips for her to ignore, though. Soon, she was focusing only on gulping it down. Then, her eyes closed with the joy of pleasing Dmitri, and he could almost physically feel her forget about what he’d told her to focus entirely on the cock that was filling her mouth.
Almost of their own volition, Dmitri’s hips surged toward the sucking bliss of Mary Jane’s mouth. He fucked Mary Jane’s face in long strokes. And as he pistoned into Mary Jane’s mouth, she tightened her lips, seeming to kiss every inch of his shaft as it entered her mouth, then retreated. Until she had a new idea. The next time his member pushed between her lips, she bore down with her teeth, letting them lightly scrape over all of Dmitri’s length.
Dmitri’s cock, already well-pleased, now was filled with carnal sensation. He almost came, the pain of Mary Jane’s sharp teeth scoring along his prick somehow purifying the wetness of her mouth and the tightness of her lips to make the feel of her blowjob absolute perfection. It drove him up towards completion faster than he had ever gone, and he only kept his cum out of Mary Jane’s mouth through extreme effort. He didn’t want to come in Mary Jane’s mouth—not yet. Not for a long time. He wanted to feel Mary Jane mouthing his cock like this for as long as he could.
Mary Jane wanted as much as she could get too. Her wicked tongue darted over his sensitive cockhead, wetly massaging his length, trying to cajole out the cum that Dmitri felt boiling in his balls. Slowly, the beautiful redhead drew his massive shaft into the exquisite tightness of her throat, all while lavishing long, loving strokes of her tongue over the stiffened endowment.
Dmitri’s manhood could not appreciate the affection more, throbbing until the sheer lust filling it seemed to turn liquid, cum jetting out into Mary Jane’s eagerly awaiting gullet. Shot after shot of jism flowed from him, with Mary Jane swallowing all of the creamy white cum. When there was even a momentary pause between Dmitri’s ejaculations, she sucked hard on his erection, quietly pleading for more of her sweet-tasting reward.
It felt to Dimitri like every ounce of energy in his body would be sucked out through the tip of his cock. His hips already burned with exertion as he pumped his spurting cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, fucking her face as brutally as he could with the last of his hardness. When his erection wilted, Mary Jane’s lipstick was smeared over her mouth and across his shaft, while her mascara ran from misty eyes—a perfect picture of a well-fucked face, beautiful to begin with, and now it was his.
“Thanks, that took the edge off. Now it’s your turn.”
They shifted positions, though Dmitri was barely able to move, his brutal orgasm turning his body into scorched earth. He mostly just fell onto his back, allowing Mary Jane to rise over him, straddling his face as he had hers. His hands ran over her smooth white thighs, lingering on the satiny flesh that was as much a joy to touch as it was to see, before his fingers clamped down, pulling open her slit, revealing the pink wetness that tempted his palate in a far different way than his cock had tempted Mary Jane. He wanted to do to Mary Jane what Spider-Man could not, would not. His lust was inflamed by the scent of a hot and willing woman, with her arousal belonging to him and not to Peter Parker.
He brushed his lips against the slick folds of her womanhood, feeling the wetness welling up from her depths, lubricating her for the cock that she expected to service her cunt as it had serviced her mouth. Dmitri gave her labia a lewd kiss, trapping the lips inside his mouth and torturing them with his tongue, keeping every drop of her juices that he tasted.
Mary Jane writhed and thrashed above him, feeling every touch of his lips against her sex like a pull on a rope, hauling her higher and higher. The lightest caress of his tongue pulled her to dizzying heights. When it thrust inside of her, elevating her to the peak of sexual ecstasy, she noticed how it penetrated her more than she did her climax. All of her suppressed urges were erupting from her, flooding Dmitri’s mouth in a torrent of her cream, but he accepted all he could drink of her tasty juices.
When Mary Jane started to relax, her consciousness leaden with the relief of having climaxed, Dmitri shoved his tongue back inside her. He tasted her copious orgasm, swirled his tongue inside her cunt and felt where she was most sensitive, tasting the bittersweet tang of her inner walls. He was lost in the experience of feeling Mary Jane’s familiar pussy in such a new way.
His nose pressed firmly into her pubic hair, seeming to smell all the lust she’d ever felt for him, while his tongue snaked into her, darting in and out of her sex, each entry giving him more of a taste of her juices. But Dmitri soon needed more. He backed up a little and instantly sighted Mary Jane’s clit protruding from the hood. He wrapped the tight little button in his lips and sucked hard.
Mary Jane went with the suction on her most intimate part, drilling her groin down into Dmitri’s face, jerking her hips with each wave of erotic explosion bursting inside her. The sensations began in her belly, but they spread throughout her body, charging her with lust and filling her with warmth. She was out of her mind with sex, wanting to impale herself on Dmitri’s manhood immediately, but Dmitri’s mouth on her clit enthralled her too much to change anything.
She was enslaved to the pleasure it gave her and Dmitri knew it. It excited him to make her his prisoner with nothing but his mouth. He’d suck, she’d enjoy herself, but as simple as it sounded, she was addicted to it. When he flicked his tongue over her clit, she cried out like a murder victim. When he bit down on her clitoris, she came.
“Ghhhh! Dmitri! My God! God! You don’t—don’t have to… nnh! Fuck!”
Dmitri showed no mercy, tormenting her with all the pleasure she could stand. He wanted to overwhelm her. He wanted to make her come until she lost count. Not because he had any concern for her satisfaction, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he was the best fuck she’d ever had and not her idiot husband.
He succeeded admirably.
“Fuck me, Dmitri!” Mary Jane cried, so loud she tested the soundproofing of their suite. “Fuck me with your tongue! Hnn! I’m so wet for your tongue! I want to come on your tongue!”
Dmitri ran his tongue up and down Mary Jane’s cuntlips, slashing over her labia when she least expected it. Mary Jane cried out for him to satisfy her so repeatedly that it was practically a chant. Blissful warmth was surging through her body, reaching her brain and boiling it the same way her cunt had overheated.
The more she begged to be fucked, the lighter and more tantalizing Dmitri’s tongue became on Mary Jane’s sex. As her anticipation peaked, the thought that he would give her what she wanted dimmed. She was totally unsuspecting when he plunged his tongue into her cunt. She climaxed, every nerve exploding, and as she glided down from her orgasm, she knew she would get another. Her cunt felt like honey, Dmitri’s tongue was moving lightning-swift inside her, and she was aching with the ecstatic tension holding her body. She tried to relax, but she couldn’t. She tensed up more and more with every stroke Dmitri gave her. Her juices gushed from her with every sweep of his tongue, bathing his face. Mary Jane arched her back, trying to get his tongue back inside her, giving her another orgasm after the interminable few seconds she’d spent without one.
Her cunt opened up wide, accepting his tongue as eagerly as she would take his cock, but Dmitri’s tongue was already storming into her and it could not go any deeper. Mary Jane tingled from her swollen cuntlips, where he entered, to the depths of her cunt, where Dmitri’s tongue traveled. As he went into the deepest recesses of her sex, those tingles became bolts of sheer joy. Mary Jane’s cunt was filled with both rapture and Dmitri’s spearing tongue. Its flicks inside her cunt turned into fireworks exploding in her brain. She let out a long, yowling musical note to mark her orgasm and its long stay inside her clenching pussy, but it was almost drowned out by the obscenely liquid smacking of Dmitri’s tongue frothing inside her.
Even when it started to hurt, it felt too good to stop. But Mary Jane was too exhausted to go any further. Her body couldn’t give another orgasm, no matter how frantically Dmitri’s mouth earned it. And his cock was likewise too tired to take full advantage of Mary Jane’s seductive body. They both needed to rest, and as if already aware of that fact, the redhead rolled off of Dmitri’s face and emitted only a dreamy, contented hum as she passed out of consciousness, her hips still slightly trembling.
***
Peter couldn’t believe it. Mary Jane had absolutely disappeared. He’d searched the entire house, turning up only the sex toys Mary Jane used, a Thing-sized buttplug and a Hulk dildo. He couldn’t believe that either, that she would use those things for sex while withholding it from him—it’d been a year since the last time they’d fucked, and seeing that Mary Jane had been pleasuring herself all that time while he’d barely even used a sock, hoping that she would eventually come back around to their sex life… it was dispiriting, and it was arousing, and it was dispiriting how arousing he found it. He wanted to jerk off now that Mary Jane was no longer here, telling him he couldn’t, saying she considered it as passive-aggressive, him pressuring her to have sex.
Then he received the package. A blank DVD of the kind sold in any big-box store, with ‘MJ’ written on the space below the hole where two horizontal lines provided a convenient caption box. He immediately put it in the DVD player. It had been burned so as not to have a menu, just to immediately start playing—and he was immediately greeted with Mary Jane, naked and in sexual ecstasy, as she was enthusiastically fucked by a man who Peter had never seen before. He spoke harshly to Mary Jane, demanding she tell him how good it was, how he was making her come, and Mary Jane passionately replied, saying he was so much bigger than Peter, that he lasted so much longer, that he knew how to please her pussy like Peter never could.
Despite the crushing blow to his self-esteem, his masculinity, his very feelings for Mary Jane, Peter was still affected by the sight of her naked body and the joyous moans that he hadn’t heard in so long. But he couldn’t get it up, not while Mary Jane’s prescription against masturbating in the house having fallen into his subconscious like spilled water being soaked up by carpet.
In a confused flurry of emotions, he looked at the package once more. The DVD wasn’t the only thing in it. There was also a pocket pussy masturbatory aid, and though it had been some time since he had last had any experience with Mary Jane’s sex, the more he watched the DVD, the more he saw the resemblance between the real Mary Jane and this disembodied replica of her womanhood.
The next time he went to the bathroom at Avengers Mansion, all he had to do was mildly recall the DVD and his erection sprang to life. True to its name, he’d had the other delivery in his pocket, like a totem of Mary Jane. He began fucking it, imagining he was bringing Mary Jane to the same rapture she’d so plainly experienced with her adulterous lover.
In his gutpunched state, it was perhaps forgivable that Peter had accidentally entered the women’s toilet instead of the men. They came in all as a group, as men had joked about for generations, and saw Peter as he lost himself in his bittersweet fantasy. Carol Danvers was the first to speak.
“Has anyone else seen a penis that small?” she asked to her fellow Avengers, and though none of them wanted to slur their male counterpart, it was obvious no one could dispute the implication of Carol’s question.
“Poor Mary Jane,” Janet van Dyne whispered, backing out of the bathroom with the others. “Even Hank doesn’t get that small.”
Comments
Brian
Good for you. I'm not, the cuckolding isn't what annoys me about it. It's the whole micro dick thing and Peter being comp;etely pathetic. If he was written as having an average dick and Dmitry being Pornstar+, so be it. He could have stood up for himself and have had some self dignity even if he had self esteem issues. Peter being a complete pussy took me out of the story.
I like this series!
Brian
Hopefully this story is finally completed so that you can start something else worthy of reading...
