Mary Jane's Tangled Web

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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web

Part 3

Stakeouts are the worst. When you’re a superhero battling criminals and crazies is par the course. The last thing you should be doing is regular police work. New York has thousands of policemen and only so many superheroes. He should be swinging about the city on patrol. Not performing an amateur stakeout.

Spider-Man has had better nights. With a mob war brewing and the July temperatures in the mid-90s (even at night), it seemed the entire city was on edge. For two hours he had been following Tombstone’s gang. Twenty mob hitters in four cars, armed to the teeth and waiting outside a strip club for over another hour. Three hours! All he had to do was wait for the opposition to come out of the club, web up a whole lot of mooks, and maybe even nab the super-baddies behind it. Problem is Hammerhead’s gang enjoys taking their damn time.

“Your problem is you expect too much to soon Peter,” the webbed wonder mumbles to himself. “Just like basketball, no patience you just want to charge full speed to the hole.” He sighs, since he has nothing better to do. “MJ was so intent on me staying tonight. I fell bad about leaving her alone.” He regrets to himself.

“I hope MJ’s having more fun than I am.”

* * * * *

Mary Jane Watson Parker wishes she could scream. The tongue invading her mouth prevents it. Her first reaction is to back away but the hand holding her denied retreat. Her second instinct is to bite off the probing muscle, but such an action would have dire consequences for her husband and herself. For the past hour Mary Jane has been teasing, taunting and turning Eddie Brock on with her startling beauty, erotic dancing and sexual games. She had rekindled a long forgotten lust inside him with her magnificent face, fantastic body and resplendent spirit. She had exhausted all her feminine charms to entice him. It had worked but left her in an exhausted state. “What did you expect, MJ,” she thinks, “He’s only gonna be content with watching for so long.” Stark naked and in the arms of an enemy, her only form of protest is to not kiss him back.

Eddie Brock clutches his prize, relishing the moment. It is not every day that your most hated enemy’s gorgeous wife gives herself to you. Initially, Venom only considered her a means to an end. Her offer was a night of sex for extending her husband’s life. This did not excite him. It was the idea that in one year, right before he finally gives Spiderman the deathblow, he could tell him that his wife was unfaithful with his worst enemy. In his mind’s eye Venom sees a bloody and battered Spiderman moaning a denial to the revelation of his wife’s adultery. Venom will describe where her birthmark is, what her juices taste like and how she moans during orgasm. And the fact that she did it willingly. Totally crushing the bug’s spirit before ending its life, that was what he wanted.

That has changed.

Brock felt her burning skin under the drenching layer of perspiration. His right hand followed the curve of her back and victoriously clutched her ass. So round, so hard, so perfect, just touching it made his organ ache. Her magnificent breasts rise and fall with the rapid pace of her panting breaths. Her twins seem to defy gravity with their size and perkiness. The roundness of her nipples seems to smile at him. He takes one firm tit in his large hand, appraising it with care. It proves undeniably natural. His thumb lightly brushes against her erect nipple, the sensation causing a soft moan, which draws his attention to her mouth. Rosy cheeks, gentle chin and a slightly upturned nose frame her ruby colored lips. Eddie pressed his mouth to hers, catching it open in mid pant. He had never imagined such perfection in a woman before.

Frantic thoughts run through Mary Jane’s mind “He has me Peter. I’ve lost control of this situation and he’s going to fuck me right here in our living room. How the hell do I get out of this!” The thought of being penetrated by the alien /human hybrid disgusts her into desperate determination, “I can’t wait around to be saved any more. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Wait… That’s it!”

Mary Jane pushes off Brock and spins. Her sweat slick skin slips out of his hands.

She back-peddles gasping for air. “Wait… wait a minuet, baby… let a girl catch her breath…”

Brock’s face turns to stone.

“Just let me… have a little breather… okay?”

Eddie folds his arms and waits for her to recover. “Your not thinking of reneging on our deal are you?”

“Of course not… Just a little winded…” Mary Jane makes a show of trying to slow her breath, “I suppose a… quick shower is out of the question?”

“Don’t test my patience Ms. Parker.” Even while not in his murderous ‘Venom’ form, Brock was still intimidating.

“Mind if I get a drink?”

Brock nods affirmative and sits down on the sofa. He begins to fiddle with Peter’s camera.
Making no attempt to cover herself, Mary Jane kneels at the wrought iron coffee table. She rights the glasses that she knocked over during her dance. Taking the opened vodka bottle she pours herself a glass and takes a calculating sip.

Eddie keeps an eye on her while adjusting the lens.

Mary Jane’s regular skin color begins to return. She is running out of time. “I’m in control.” She tells herself. “If I believe it, he’ll believe it.”

Eddie stares at her.

Mary Jane gives him a smile sweet enough to haunt his wettest dreams.

With a deliberate motion, MJ leans her head back and brings the glass to the cleft between her chin and lower lip. She tips the glass spilling the potent spirits. Streams of alcohol run down either side of her neck and coat her chest.

Eddie raises an eyebrow in renewed interest.

Mary Jane takes one breast in her hand and lifts. Lowering her head, she extends her tongue from between her pursed lips. Slowly MJ takes long licks across the top of her breast. She has to admit the vodka mixed with her salty sweat is not a wholly unpleasant taste. Careful not to miss a drop she laps her bosom clean, save one area. She curls her tongue around the sparkling wet nipple, drawing it into her mouth. Taking herself into herself, she forms an erotic palindrome. Her free finds its way to the strawberry patch between her legs. Her skin begins to flush red with the sensations. She has become a sexual entity feeding off herself.

“Mmmhhh…” Mary Jane lets out a contented purr while suckling her own tit.

Eddie Brock gawks at Mary Jane in slack-jawed amazement. Her naked form was simply stunning. Her peaches n’ cream complexion, long tight body and fiery red tresses and are a sight to behold. Naked, she embodies beauty. With this latest act she personifies sex itself. Eddie lifts the camera…

The flash interrupts her improvised nightcap.

A light popping sound is heard as the nipple drops out from between her lips. “Yummy,” she mumbles, critiquing her own taste. Her breast jiggles as she drops it into place.

Sultrily she turns toward the photographer and speaks in mock apologetic tones. “I’m sorry Mr. Brock. I’ve been a terrible hostess. I didn’t offer you a drink.” Absently playing with her other breast, she gazes into his widened eyes, “Would you like one?”

A smirk comes to Eddie’s face, “Definitely, Ms. Parker.”

Grabbing the open bottle she rounds the table with deliberate slowness, “Then allow me to service you Mr. Brock.” MJ caresses her tit and gives the sensitive point a few licks. Immediately it jumps to attention. Straddling the seated Brock, she tilts his head back and holds her cupped breast an inch over his open mouth. Eddie places both hands on her ass, steadying her while letting him feel the tight muscles of her butt and thighs. She tilts the bottle. The potent liquid flows down her tit and off her erect nipple and past his waiting lips. Brock swallows once and MJ feels his roaming fingers creep under her ass and caressing the skin of her taint. Mary Jane increases the flow filling his mouth quicker and ceasing the adventurous digit. The torrent of vodka spills from her tit. The big man gulps and gasps for air. MJ turns the empty bottle over, the last few drops cascading off her and into him.

“Your empty Red,” Eddie notices.

Smiling MJ leans backward, arching her back to its fullest extent Eddie holds her tightly and takes in her flexible form. Her natural peaks poke towards the ceiling. Her lean waist with the slightest hint of an abdominal six pack. The neatly trimmed patch of strawberry blonde hair catches the light showing how smooth the rest of her was. The flower of her femininity was rosy-pink, full and moist with anticipation. Eddie had to wonder if she was just showing it off or showing it to him?

With the world upside down Mary Jane puts the empty bottle on the coffee table and reaches for the full one. With just the core muscles of her midsection she pulls herself back up. She sees the stupid grin on Eddie’s face. “Is it working?” she ponders. “I need to keep him distracted, let him have a little taste,” she tells herself.

“Feel me Eddie.” She says aloud.

‘”What?”

“Touch my body,” she invites, “Feel me all over.”

MJ uncorks the vodka with her teeth and spits away the stopper. Eddie gropes her breasts. She lifts the bottle to her lips, making no attempt to stop him. MJ tilts her head back and chugs twice. Eddie watches the muscles of her neck swallow as his hand moves steadily south. Fire burns her throat and belly as Eddie rubs her tenderness, searching for the secret spot. She gives a little moan and lifts the bottle again.

Mary Jane leans his head back and presses her lips to his. He opens his mouth to kiss her back. She lets a mouthful of vodka fall from her mouth to his. Surprised Eddie takes it in and swallows. MJ giggles playfully while taking another swig. Eddie gasps for air.

Aroused by the unconventional method of beverage service, Eddie starts to play along. He massages one breast while rubbing her clit. Appreciatively she drops another shot into his mouth. While MJ prepares another he leans in and catches her free nipple with his teeth. The massaging, rubbing and suckling gives her pauses. Slightly tipsy and rolling around a mouthful of vodka, she takes a second and enjoys his efforts. “Not bad,” she confides in herself “Eddie is really turning me on. If I wasn’t married and you weren’t such a fucking psychopath…”

MJ grabs Eddie’s hair and yanks his head back. She spits the spirits into his gaping mouth. Mary Jane pushes her forehead up against his, keeping his head creaked back. Her alcohol heavy breath stings his nostrils.

“Do you like that Eddie?” the sultry smile returns to her face, “Do you like playing with my pussy?”

“Yes.” He whispers back.

“Would you like to taste it?” Mary Jane offers.

“I would like to very much Ms. Parker.”

Resisting the urge to kiss him, Mary Jane rises to her feet, keeping his head pinned back with one slender finger on his brow. Standing naked on the couch with vodka in hand she hovers her sex over Eddie’s waiting mouth. His hot breath sends sensations through her, as intoxicating as the contents of the bottle in hand. She keeps his head pinned back and her special place close but out of reach. He can smell her, strong, warm and moist with desire. Her aroma made him want her more.

“Ooooo…”

The tip of Eddie’s tongue tastes the tangy flesh of Mary Jane. As he makes contact a shock shoots through her and into the core of her being. Her head spins with drink and desire as Eddie takes the first few experimental strokes. The stirrings of orgasm begin to build deep inside her. MJ swoons with the sensation. Eddie steadies her with both hands on her backside. He gently applies pressure, suggesting her forward and downward.

She wants to. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she wants to. Mary Jane wants to ease herself onto his face, riding his rough tongue to orgasmic release as many times as he’ll have her. It takes everything she can muster but she resists.

MJ holds the bottle to the nape of her neck and pours. A stream of clear liquid runs in the valley between her breasts, along the subtle separation of her abdomen and into the strawberry patch below. Eddie’s eyes snap open with the change in flavor.

“Have a drink on me, Mr. Brock.” MJ quips.

With renewed vigor, Eddie laps MJ’s lips. The more he licks the more she looses herself to the steady erotic pulsation, his muscular tongue probing her private places. As he picks up pace, MJ tips the bottle more. Her tenderness begins to sting where his tongue had washed some of the liquor inside her. She tilts it even more. Gulping gasps come from the face between her thighs. The thought of him drowning at the door of her desire excites her in a way she never thought possible. A darker impulse takes control. “Choke you son of a bitch!” her mind screams as turns the bottle over completely. “Choke for making me do this! Choke for making me like it!” The river of vodka runs off her tummy spilling into his mouth, nose and eyes.

Eddie Brock gags on the strong liquor. A violent cough sprays vodka and sends Mary Jane sprawling to the floorboards. The wet slap of skin on wood snaps her back to the present. Bottles, glasses and camera roll across the floor as she stares up at the man she thought to murder. Brock clears his throat, his gravelly voice making her quiver, “What are you trying to do, woman?”

MJ crawls backwards and away for the menacing man standing over her.

“I’m sorry… I got carried away.” she tries to explain.

The furious felon stares daggers into her unprotected flesh.

Now when it is too late she realizes her mistake. With his superhuman physiology there was no way of getting him drunk. You could give him cyanide and he might not feel it. The only thing the drink had done was loosen her inhibitions and piss him off. Ashamed of not thinking of that before Mary Jane tried to cover her nakedness. The look he gave her chilled her bones.

“You made promises Ms. Parker, promises that have not been fulfilled.” Eddie starts to rave, hands held to the sky in indignant wrath. “We have half a mind to leave and kill Parker now…”

Eddie stops mid rant.

Something was amiss.

He looks down and sees Parker’s wife kissing his feet.

Groveling before him Mary Jane kisses his shoes. “I’m so sorry… You’re right… I haven’t lived up to my part of the bargain…” she quietly apologizes between pressing her lips to the ‘leather’ of his shoes.
Her eyes grow wide as she hears the wet snap of his webbing shooting out. It didn’t hit her.
MJ continues kissing his feet, emoting with all the acting training she had, “I’m so sorry Mr. Brock… can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

The flash and whirl of the camera is his response.

Mary Jane continues to supplicate herself before him, begging forgiveness. She looks up at him with tears stained eyes. Brock snaps another picture.

“Please. Let me make it up to you? Please?”

Eddie smiles with the satisfaction that he is back in control.

He extends his hand. She takes it. He pulls her to her feet and her feminine frame disappears into his massive chest and arms.

Eddie Brock laughs, caught in a bear hug Mary Jane is once again captive to his embrace.

“At least I have one trick left.” Mary Jane thought, smiling inwardly.