A Spider's Web Ch. 04

What would bring him to climax would be everything and anything she did from then on for him. She was incredibly warm, so tight and wet. He felt a sense of pride as he was slipped in so easily into such a tight space – she must have wanted it more than him to be so aroused. Little did he know that it was just the Symbiote increasing the sexual stimulation she felt, making it easier to convince her to proceed and supply it with the adrenaline rush it needed to survive. To him, though, it just translated to he was a sex god and for him to get a woman this gorgeous aroused must have meant that he was one fine stud.

Oh sure, she found him attractive, if she didn't she wouldn't have picked him out to take home, but he was no super model. He was fit, virile, young, and horny as hell. He fit the bill well enough for her. As she did with Spidey, though lacking the motivation of love and admiration as before, she gyrated against his hips, grinding her walls against him. Her hand braced against his stomach to keep herself steady as her movements picked up. A hand raised to massage her breast, squeezing her nipple, causing her to moan softly and shut her eyes, imagining she was with the man she wanted but could never have, the man she loved and hated all at once.

Not to be outdone, or at least made to feel like he was just there to enjoy himself, he put some vigor into it, raising his hips and moving them about like hers, though trying to do so in a way to dance with hers. If there was one thing he was good at it was dancing, which was all in the hips (heh). Not wanting to be too forward with his hands, having learned this seemed to upset her, he just rested them on her thighs, massaging firmly to match the increased 'umph' he was putting into his moves, trying desperately to keep up with her.

The faster and harder he moved the faster and harder she moved, creating a wonderful cycle of pleasure and thrill. The Symbiote helped to increase the sexual thrill she was gaining, telling her body to release some more endorphins and make it all see all the more enjoyable. If she wasn't careful though she would tap into that super strength and wiggle her hips so hard that she'd take the poor boy's little man with them. She would find that it wouldn't come to that though as he came to her before it could.

He grunted with a loud huff, finding no opportunity to warn her and released his load inside of her. He apologized after finding himself back on planet earth but she reassured him that it was okay. Unbeknownst to him, and just then revealed to her, the Symbiote could keep any pregnancy from happening. It couldn't go and let its host get pregnant and get off the market, now could it?

Slipping off him, she looked down at him with a devious smile. "Now, cutie, I hope you're not too worn out from all that activity, because you still have my needs to attend to," she reminded. Not changing positions greatly, she just repositioned herself to straddle his face. She kept herself up enough on her knees to keep from smothering him but low enough so he didn't have to lean his head up. He turned the tables on her and was teasing with his mouth and tongue movements, though she was enjoying it all the same. Her breasts were firmly cupped and massaged as he focused on his work, finding himself wanting to desperately please her to the best of his abilities. His tongue moved slow and gradually got more aggressive and curious, delving into her depths and making sure to leave no fold untouched.

Gripping the head board, she rode his face with wild desire. She arched her back to fill his hands even more with her luscious chest. Purring and screaming all at once, she let herself lose control and the symbiote began to orchestrate her judgment. She had abandoned caring for his comfort and just outright ground against his face, as if he was just one of the other toys in her room. The death tight grip he put on her breasts was evidence to her that he was more concerned for his well being now than her sexual release, and this control over his life was so exhilarating that she doubled her movements against him. His hands fought against her now, but were fruitless against her super human strength granted by the black menace that had partnered with her. In fact, it thrilled her more, his scratches and punches were very pleasing to him. With his last breath she came, the hot extinguish of life being passed up into her pussy brought her to a climax that would not be rivaled by any orgasm before it, not even those given to her by that menace, Spider-Jerk. She was glowing with praise of his good work as she climbed off him, his face drenched with sweat and her sweet juices. She purred as she licked his face clean. Pushing the body off the bed, she sprawled out on the bed with a happy sigh.

The Symbiote crawled over her slowly, like syrup being poured from her feet to her neck. Her hands roamed with it, and she gave a pleased moan. This helpful alien had aided her in forgetting about Whatshisface-Man and realizing that she didn't need him to be satisfied. She would soon find, though, that the Symbiote doesn't play second fiddle to someone for too long.

Back at Peter Parker and Mary Jane Parker's apartment, Pete and MJ were sharing a less fatal act of sexual activity. On her knees and gripping the sheets, MJ held her ass in the air as Pete drove his cock continuously into her red hot pussy. Her screams and moans were buried into the pillow she bit into. Sweat glazed them both, their skin gleaming in the fresh moonlight as it filtered through the curtains. Her ass was taking on a rich shade of red from the numerous spanks it was, and had, receiving. Everything was a lot brighter suddenly, and Peter had to shield his eyes as he saw a bright flood light breaking through the curtains, accompanied by the harsh, crashing, sound of propeller blades. Soon, over the sound of MJ's panting, though it was dying down as she saw the intrusive light now as well, and the helicopter's blades, came a familiar voice, graveled and gritty.

"Mr. Parker, this is Nick Fury. S.H.E.I.L.D. requires your presence immediately. Please get dressed now."

Still nearly blinded and dumbfounded, Pete searched for words and finally had to resort to a clever quip. "Can you give me like...five minutes?"

"Ten minutes," MJ corrected.

"Ten minutes?"

To be continued...