A Spiders Web Ch 02

The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for you to view such material, turn back now. This work is copyrighted to the author. Do not post this on any other site or use it for personal gain. It is for entertainment purposes only. Thank you.

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When we last left our hero, Spider-Man, he had just captured the voluptuous cat burgler, Black Cat. However, he soon became the captive one as he was enchanted by her seductive movements and assets. Ignoring years of evolution, the web slinger thrust himself upon her and fulfilled her every fantasy since she decided he was the man for her. All is well and good in that respect, but Spider-Man is married to the girl next door, Mary Jane, and his infidelity came upon the night of the first anniversary. Stricken with grief for his disloyalty, Spider-Man returns home in hopes of having only disappointed MJ by being late and she had gone to sleep, but he finds that he will not get off so easily from the red haired vixen...

"Mary Jane!" the unmasked and surprised Peter Parker exclaimed as the lights flicked on to illuminate the red haired Mary Jane. "You're awake...which is good, I mean!" Pete stumbled with his words, feeling that every syllable incriminated him further, and would it have been any other night, it probably would have, but he saw no nagging scowl on his wife's face.

MJ gave a slow nod, inching closer to the edge of the bed by the shuffling of her knees, tossing away the caught Spider-Man mask to lay on the floor like a discarded sock. "I was about to go to sleep, I'll admit, but that necklace you bought me gave me the will to fight on and wait for my husband to come home and get his present..." she explained, reaching forward, red finger nails dipping in to the hem of his Spidey-pants to begin to slowly tugged them down as she laughed excitedly, lightly under her breath.

The ever overly cautious Peter Parker nervously feared that Cat somehow left purple lip stick on his cock or her scent would be unmistakable as foreign to Mary Jane and she'd throw his ass out. That and after having cum twice in under just an hour or two, he didn't have the fortitude to get it up as quickly as usual, which he also feared would be a clue to his infidelity. Quick to move, as if his Spidey senses aided him to once again avoid danger, danger of a scorned wife hitting him with frying pan, he stepped away from the advances, just out of her arms' reach and received a curious glance from her. "You don't want to get to close to me, MJ. I just had a bought with Rhino and you know how taking down that lummox works up a sweat. I'm all stinky and gross and blah, ha ha," Pete explained, nervously laughing as he backed up further towards the bathroom. "Let me just shower up and I'll be back to celebrate our anniversary with you," he promised and quickly stole away to the confines of the bathroom.

An exasperated sigh rushed out of his mouth as he rested against the door and thought of what to do next. His excuse worked better than he thought as he figured a good hot shower would rinse away any evidence of the cat pouncing him and would give him time to revitalize his boys.

Perfect!,

he thought, and quickly peeled the super hero costume from his flesh. The shower was turned on and he quickly stepped into the steamy spray, dipping his head under quickly and letting his wet brown strands curtain over his face. His thoughts a race added with the curtain of water surrounding his head didn't let him hear the approaching bare foot steps into the bathroom. No danger was going to befall him so his spider senses relaxed, but that meant he was all the more surprised when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He yelled and spun around, not slipping due to his super human reflexes, and saw a totally nude Mary Jane standing with him in the shower stall. "MJ? What are you –" he was cut off by a pressed finger to his lips and a "shhh" from the red head.

"Oh like you didn't know I was coming in. You practically pulled me in yourself, tiger," she said, unaware that his escape was just that, an escape, and not a clever ruse. "Your sweat coated body has never stopped us from fucking before, in fact I love to see my man all sweaty from saving the day, and we've both been talking about trying out the shower 'together' for a few weeks now. Besides, no man would dare stand me up for another second after being late for our anniversary," she finally concluded, resting her hands on her hips as she waited to hear him admit to her cleverness.

He slowly tried to make sense of how he managed to get to this point, but finally smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, you caught me, MJ," he said with relief, glad she hadn't come in to neuter him.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up," she said with a husky tone as she and her arms advanced, hands reaching out for the body wash and ignored the wash cloth, deciding she would wash him with her own hands. Her right palm was filled with green soap and some laces of soap were laced upon Pete's chest.

He stood in awe as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, working the soap into a fine lather and giving the shower a rich scent of green Jolly Ranchers. The shower's spray did little to rinse him clean, his back to the faucet and his back taking the brunt of the water. He smiled, not in lust, but in pure joy in how lucky he was to have this woman. His mind felt cleared of all memories of his actions with Black Cat and soon Black Cat herself, his mind only focused on the woman he loved.

Mary Jane's hands began to wander from the chest, soon finding it boring when there were such more fun places to stroke and rub. His back was rubbed, more for effort than effect, and soon hands fell to his rump, giving him a good squeeze and a proud smirk from her. She loved to play with him, he was such an easy mark. Quick to fall for jokes, so trusting and innocent, but his powers allowed him to be a stallion in the sack with all the creativity of his nerd mind to put it to very good use. Hands came full circle and danced along his stomach, finger tips following his 'happy trail' to his, well, 'happy'. Thin red lips pulled into a half cocked smirk as his cock was half held in her stroking hand, getting a half chubby to a full fatty.

He was surprised he had been able to get it up so soon after his encounter with Black Cat, though that event had become faded and vague at that moment, but he chaulked it up to her sensual movements and his unbridled love for her. The hot water sprayed on his back couldn't compare to the heat he was feeling betwixt his thighs, his cock standing fully and soapy, contrasted by her tan skin and red finger nails.

Her lower lip was bit as she saw his pleasured reaction to her movements, though she wanted nothing more to pounced him like a lioness and treat him just as one would a tasty piece of meat as himself, she restrained herself in fear of slipping in the shower and cracking her head. She'd hate for her obituary to read "Killed in tub while jerking off husband". She didn't bother with the legs, too excited to go to the next step of pressing her body to his and her lips to his own, clutching him suddenly tight to her lithe and curvy form to get his suds on her. Full D cup breasts crushed against his spider DNA aided broad chest, taking on the soap as her tongue danced with his own between their locked lips.

Her full ass was gripped and squeezed with his spare hand, the other tending to her fire red locks. His erect cock pressed against her nearly fully shaven pussy, the only tuft of hair was a thin red landing strip as if there to direct him to the nearest entrance. He growled into her mouth, hot with want and blind passion as he cupped her ass in both hands now.

Several more moments of making out and Mary Jane hand to retreat to catch her breath. She peered down while panting at her body, half soaped just as his. Her thin red brow arched as she knew he was thinking the same thing as he squired another helping of green gel into his hand.

This time he was the one to come to her, stepping from the shower spray and pressing himself to her as he ran his hands up and down her back, soon focusing on her round tush. She turned her head slightly, hoping to see his handy work, no pun intended, on her luscious rear, but sadly one cannot see their own ass without the aid of mirrors or an ass with its own zip code.

He, however, could see the soapy lather work into her smooth and unblemished skin, treating her ass like a sultan as he massaged and rubbed it. Her body was spun around in his arms as he pressed her back to him, reaching around her to soap up her hips and thighs, more slowly and seductive than before.

Her head rested back on his shoulder as she felt desire rush over her once more. "Oh, Pete, I want you to fuck me into our next anniversary!" she exclaimed with that smokey tone to her voice. MJ was a notorious dirty talker, saying things that would make Red Fox blush and a sailor cry for his mother. Her hand ran up to press to the back of his head, pulling forward to force him to intently stare down at what he was doing to her amazing body.

He peered down between large tits to she, and feel, her hips sway and buck from want and desire. He decided to treat her first, seeing how he owed her, by covering her heat with his palm and working his nimble fingers into her as her pink button was tenderly cared for. To add to the thrill even more, her huge melons were massaged and fondled, nipples pulled and tweaked, and generally her whole body was treated to his agility in his hands and fingers.

Mary Jane soon found herself convulsing in orgasm, her tight walls growing tighter to trap his fingers all the way to the knuckle into her snatch until she came down from her climax. She panted and moaned and soon locked lips with Pete again, back still to him, in delicious lust. "I'm not going to ask you again..." she started, the next words said with such diligence and clarity that one not knowing a word of English could understand her, "Fuck. Me. Hard," was said with a face of complete determination to get her pussy filled.

Feeling the need himself, he spun her around once more and pressed her against the wall with a quick thud that sent wonderful pain through her. He reached up to turn the shower head higher to spray down on both of them, washing free the lather and causing the light of the bathroom to bounce off their wet and wild bodies. He returned to her with quick step and hoisted her up higher on the wall, pinning himself to her and her to the wall as she locked her legs tight around him, almost making it impossible to maneuver his cock into her pussy, but spider agility did have its usage outside of battle.

MJ buried her head into his shoulder to muffle her legion of screams and moans, but more often let them come out unbridled, especially when coupled with her dirty talk during their rough fuck session. "Mmm, yes!" she would exclaim, "Fill that pussy up nice and good, tiger!" "Oh-fucking-god yes!!" "Mmm, more, Pete, more! I want to scream the glass broken!" "That's it, screw me good, god damn it! Fill my pussy with your cum, you fucking bastard!"

Parker never really spoke up during sex unless MJ asked something along the lines of "scream my name!" or "tell me how you want it, you dick!" Pete never understood why she called him names during sex, but he didn't find it unarousing or distracting. He just continued his work drilling her hard into the wall, putting his spider powers into the mix and fucking her harder than any normal man could without pushing the pain addition further than she wanted it to be.

Soon Mary Jane came once more, twice more actually, finding herself in a multiple orgasm as she was fucked by her super powered husband. She screamed herself raw, not awaking the neighbors, thankfully, thanks to thicker walls than Pete's old apartment. She remembered the red face she would get when the landlord would visit them to tell them that they were being far too vocal and "clear", he would always add, letting them know that the family next door would be explaining what Mr. Parker was doing to poor Mrs. Parker the night before. With the new place, though, she could scream herself silly, and she frequently did, to Pete's enjoyment.

Pete held out as long as he could, wanting to be with her as long as he could, never seeing her more enthralled with him than when he was in her, but that tight pussy helped push him over the edge. What really did it were those breasts of her. Though not as large as Cat's, they were still a full size. Tear drop shaped and perky on her chest, they were always the speculation of the media and anyone who ever saw a lingerie catalog that her boobs were faux. However, he could sleep even better at night knowing that the pillows he loved to fondle and suck on were the real deal.

Some recovery and drying off later the happy couple found themselves continuing on the marriage bed, trying out all the positions. 69, doggy, cow girl (with the quick change up to reverse cow girl) and a nifty little position aided by both their agility and limberness that didn't have a name so they just called it the "Spider-Man Position" as it usually involved webbing.

Tired and sweaty, sheets pulled and blankets tossed, Peter Parker lay with his happy wife close to him, she holding him as she rested on his chest. His cock felt bruised and beaten, but it had earned its rest. And as he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, all he could think of was how he had forgotten to grab the stolen money Black Cat had stolen before running off to be worn out by Mary Jane.

Fuck.