Mary Jane's Tangled Web Vol. II

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Mary Jane’s Tangled Web Vol. II

Chapter 1

A lazy September Sunday morning in New York, the wind becomes a little crisper, the leaves give the first hint of changing color and the denizens of the greatest city in the world trade short sleeves for long. Several characters particular to New York wear long sleeves year round, but only one has web-shooters underneath. This particular hero currently lies sideways in bed, those particular web-shooters and long sleeves lie in a disheveled pile on the bedroom floor. His gorgeous wife quietly slumbers in the crook of his bent body.

This is one of those perfect moments that makes life worth the living. Peter got in around two in the morning, web-slinging most of the night away. Mary Jane slept early and awoke around one, waiting for her hero’s return. When he did she went to very flexible lengths to show him what he was missing at home, four or five times over. Now man and wife lying satiated in post-coital bliss, their lungs breath and their hearts beat as one.

Mary Jane Watson Parker wants this moment to last forever. The problem is she had to pee.

* * * * *

Ten minuets later she stands in front of the bathroom mirror. Her red hair is tangled and her eyes sunken from fatigue. She doesn’t quite look like the supermodel right now. She doesn’t feel like it either. Since the ‘Venom Incident’, her thoughts wander back to that awful night whenever she is alone. Looking at her naked body she only sees the ugliness of infidelity, even if it was to save her husbands life it was still wrong. It felt good at the time and that made her feel ugly now. To tell the truth, she didn’t even feel attractive unless Peter was in the room.

Peter. He made everything better. If there was one person in the world who didn’t need anymore suffering in his life, it was Peter Parker.

Mary Jane knew she could never tell him about what she’d done with Venom. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything about it herself. She’d been working more often in the past few months, taking jobs she normally wouldn’t. Her agent was a little upset of course, he spent his whole life trying to get her into the A-list and now she’s taking parts in B-movies. The money was rolling in however and Mary Jane was squirreling away every penny. She had a plan. A good plan.

But the essential part of that plan was for Peter to never find out about what occurred between her and Eddie Brock. If MJ was an expert at anything, it was taking Peter’s mind off of Spider-Man’s business.

Spider-Man. When you looked at it objectively, it was all his fault. She didn’t fall in love with Spider-Man. She didn’t say, “I do” to Spider-Man. The priest didn’t pronounce them “Spider-Man and wife.” Peter is her reason. Peter is her center. Spider-Man is a part time job and a balloon in the Macys Parade.

Mary Jane sets about her work. Splashing water on her face MJ snaps herself out of the depressive funk. Running a brush through her scarlet locks she untangles the knots… applying cream to the bags under her eyes… stretching her back, watching her ribs and breasts stick out at her from the mirror… throwing on some lip balm. MJ finishes by dabbing perfume on her neck. She practices smiling at her own reflection until she is satisfied that the shadow of dread has been wiped from her features.

“You look good red,” she gave her reflection a wink, “your not good enough for him, but you look the part.”

Mary Jane takes a deep breath and gives her nipples a little twist. They immediately hardened and place her a step closer to the proper mood.

MJ turns toward the door and the feeling starts again. The queer feeling between her legs had been happening on and off for about a month. MJ considered going to see a doctor about it but she has been working so hard, traveling so much that she didn’t find the time. To complicate things it felt… well, good. If it were actual pain she would have sought medical help immediately, but it felt nothing of the sort. Peter had told her when his spider-sense activates it feels like a tingling in the back of his head. Now she knew what he meant but it was in a completely different area. Besides, MJ knew of the surefire method to make it go away.

Smiling she turns out the light and returns to him.

* * * * *

Peter Parker turned listlessly. His mouth was dry, his body tired and his mind burned out. Still her couldn’t get to the deep sleep that health and sanity require. There was no conceivable reason why he couldn’t sleep; crime was low, money was steady and even J. Jonah Jameson seemed to be in a pretty good mood. There was no reason he shouldn’t be sleeping like a baby right now…

The bed covers shift. He feels soft fingers on his inner thigh, hot breath on his…

“Oh, MJ…” he mumbles.

Peter’s eyes open slightly; spying the round mound in the sheets that bobs up and down. He moans as the sensation of suction shoots through his hardening member.

“Are you ready for round six, Baby?” the phantom of the sheets inquires.

Peter awakens as his erection rises, filling her mouth. MJ continues undaunted, humming a certain hero’s theme song. Peter laughs in delight, the vibrations sending pleasurable waves throughout his being.

“MJ… you’re the greatest.”

MJ increases her speed, licking the length of him.

Peter can’t stand it, the man has a giving nature and he wants her to feel an iota of the enjoyment he’s receiving. Reaching out with one hand he latches onto her round bottom. MJ struggles, trying to get away and knowing she can’t because she’d married a wall-crawler. Pulling her ass up and over him he places his face between her thighs. MJ continues to vigorously suckle his shaft, not letting anything separate her mouth and her man. As Peter switches his grip, MJ tries to worm away. Both of his hands palm her cheeks, holding her in place. Peter lifts his neck and dives in.

MJ rears back, throwing the sheets clear. His tongue increasing the tingling sensation, driving her wild with desire.

“Oh Tiger… you just hit the jack pot!”

Not wanting to be outdone, MJ throws herself forward her open mouth encompassing his manhood.

Peter thinks to himself, “MJ’s been so great to me lately. This one should be just for her.”

Peter swings his legs around and gets his feet on the floor. MJ holds tight and continues to suck. He stands and lifts her pussy to his tongue, licking his love like there was no tomorrow. MJ dangles freely, hair flying and breasts jiggling in the unusual position. His cunnilingus is fantastic to begin with, all of the blood rushing to her head exponentially enhancing the sensation. MJ felt the first snowball begin to roll, signaling the approaching avalanche of orgasm.

His penis pops out of her panting mouth. Her back tightens into an arch; sweat bursts form every pore. MJ grabs her breasts, letting out a tremendous wail of passion.

“OOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHH!!! PETER!!!”

She pants breathlessly, trying to gulp air into burning lungs. Peter continues to lick at the center of her being, tasting the folds of her feminine flower. MJ feels another build on the last and stiffens her resolve.

“Your turn, Tiger.”

She finds his spit-slick shaft and opens wide. Peter tries to concentrate on his contribution but he finds his strength being sucked from him by his upside-down wife. She deepthroats him, speeding up with every motion, steamrollering him towards release.

Dizzy from desire he takes a step back, Mary Jane’s sweat slick ass slips from his hands. Instinctively he tries to grab her but she pushes off his shoulders with her knees. Mary Jane’s legs fall away.

Her feet plant firmly on the ground. Her spine and legs arch into a perfect back bridge, except instead of her hands on the ground they rest on his hips for support. It takes a moment for Peter to realize what’s happening. MJ nudges his waist back and forth, his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

Peter looks down and sees the strawberry tuft of hair between her legs. Some of their love remains still glistening wetly in her tangles. He reaches out and discovers he can’t quite touch it. His fingers stop about a half-inch away.

MJ rocks him back and forth, sucking and licking as best she can in this precarious predicament. She can’t keep this up for ever. Reaching out blindly she finds his hand and brings it to her tit. Taking the hint, Peter grabs the other as he samples their size and shape. Gently he holds her steady by the firm breast in each hand, rocking himself back and forth and leaving MJ to concentrate on balance and sucking.

Peter feels himself penetrate deeper into her throat than ever before. Looking down he can see the bulge as his cock pushes into her trachea. “This can’t be comfortable.” He says while attempting to pull himself free.

MJ sucks harder preventing Peter from pulling out. He stops. MJ pulls his hips toward her again.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

MJ slaps him on the ass, hard. Peter eases his cock in and out of the bowed body of his wife. She smacks his ass harder. Grabbing onto her tits he mumbles, “You asked for it.” Peter quickens his pace. MJ hangs on licking and sucking when she can, balancing before her straining back gives out.

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” he starts to moan in time with every thrust.

MJ sucks for all she’s worth.

“Gonna come…” he tells her, eyes shut and pounding away.

MJ’s legs shiver from exertion.

Peter grips her breasts hard, clenching them until it pains her. Sweat pours off him in torrents. His skin turns a bright shade of red. He tries to choke back an unadulterated roar.

MJ’s burning throat is soothed as his seed splashes out of him. She swallows and tenderly sucks the remainder out.

Spent they slowly fall to the ground.

After a few minuets she brushes the soaking hair from his brow and gives him a gentle kiss.

“How was that, Tiger?”

Peter smiles in response. “That was certainly different.” Both giggle.

They lie on the floor in each other’s arms for the next hour. Finally they both fall into a euphoric sleep.

Peter’s dreams are sweet and restful.

MJ dreams of Peter.