The Cuckold update

It was wrong, but not as wrong as how Peter couldn’t bring her to climax. After seven years of fucking, she’d lost all recollection of orgasm. When she’d married him, it had been paradise, but as she’d grown she’d learned that a silly girl’s idea of a proper fuck was totally different from what an experienced woman wanted, needed. She couldn’t believe she’d once been so sensitive that only having one side of her pussy touched at a time could get her off.

The first time she’d gone to bed with Dmitri had been paradise too, but oh so different. She’d been stuck in purgatory for seven years and after all that, even Hell could be Heaven. As wrong as it had been, even as painful as it had been at times, she’d finally climaxed with the pent-up need of almost seven years, finding a release at last for all her repressed sexuality. And now that she’d found relief once, she needed it more and more…

The feel of his hands caressing the tender flesh of her ass sent tingling anticipation all the way to her cunt, which tightened and moistened. His lips on her breasts sent even more sensations knifing into her sex, leaving Mary Jane gasping for air like a fish out of water. She felt like she would pass out, but it was so damned good!

Mary Jane’s chest swelled, feeling like her frenzied heart was pumping hot blood directly into it. It was like her breasts were ready to explode. “Dmitri, oh, fuck me, Dmitri! I need your cock!” she gasped out.

He picked her up by the convenient handholds of her thighs, her legs easily wrapping around his waist, and carried her down the hallway to where he knew the bedroom was waiting. His mouth never left her breasts. He would never stop enjoying the taste of them and he wasn’t going to leave them alone until he absolutely had to. When she was dripping wet, trembling with need for him, then he would leave those succulent mounds alone and move on to her cunt. For now, he hadn’t nearly satisfied his appetite.

They reached the bed—Dmitri had been there so often that he didn’t need to see to find it. He dropped himself onto the mattress, crushing Mary Jane underneath him. Mary Jane squealed happily to have him on top of her. This was the culmination of all her self-denial while she awaited his attention—her reward for staying cool and collected when she wanted so badly to be fucked. It almost felt right, the way she had waited so patiently, and would now be satisfied. How her cunt ached to be satisfied…

He pulled the front of her nightgown open, fully exposed her round breasts to his wanting gaze. 

“Fuck me, Dmitri!” Mary Jane panted. “Fuck me! Ohhhh!”

He moved his hand along her creamy thigh, up the sensitive white flesh until he found the red bush hidden between her legs. His fingers followed the trail of liquid arousal tracing down Mary Jane’s inner thigh. She felt it stroke closer and closer to her steamy cunt, the tender touch making her writhe and squirm with need. When Dmitri’s finger plunged inside her, Mary Jane cried out “Oh yessss!”

She was impaled by his finger—already wiggling and squirming her hips around in a vain attempt to fuck herself on the penetration he offered. One finger was simply not enough for the outré needs he had filled her with. God, and with Peter, she had to ask him when it was in every time they had sex. How could Dmitri be more of a man with just his finger?

Dmitri could see how desperate she was and instantly added a second finger, making her writhe even harder, be even less satisfied despite the pleasure being so much greater. At that moment, Mary Jane was his slave—she would do anything for more. Dmitri smiled. He loved the feeling of power he had over Spider-Man’s wife, with the naked beauty that should have been Peter Parker’s alone stretched out in front of him on the mattress. Every movement he made with his fingers inside Mary Jane’s gushing sex, she bucked and trembled trying to match it.

“How is it, darling?” he asked, twisting and flexing her fingers to find the pleasures even Mary Jane didn’t know were there. Mary Jane felt searing bliss shoot up her body, flying like sparks from her flaming cunt. All of her was on fire with the lust she felt for Dmitri. She didn’t want his fingers inside her anymore; they were disgusting to her. She wanted his cock—only that would satisfy her.

“Fuck me with your prick! I want your long hard cock fucking inside me!”

“Anything you desire, my pet!” Dmitri chortled, wishing only that Spider-Man was here to listen to his wife soaking up his every affectionate pet name.

Dmitri’s free hand had been undoing his belt and tugging down his zipper as he fingered the redhead. By the time he had his cock out, his right hand was absolutely dripping with Mary Jane’s juices. She was ready for him. Desperate for him.

Dmitri pulled his hand away from her sex, the lewd wet sound it made proving the final proof that it was time, but Mary Jane grabbed his wrist before he could go any further. “Please… I can’t get pregnant… put on a condom, quick, I’ll wait—“

“I didn’t bring any,” Dmitri said ruthlessly. “You’ll have to take me raw.”

“No, you can—you can wear one of Peter’s…”

Mary Jane rolled over, reaching to the nightstand, getting out the package of custom-made condoms she had long ago had made to Peter’s specifications: four and a half inches long, the width of a finger. She handed one to Dmitri, thinking it would stretch, but in his hands, it looked as big as a Lifesaver. With a humoring grin, Dmitri pulled the miniature condom over his cockhead. It lasted a half-second before the latex snapped, not even able to cover his glans.

“I’ve never…” Mary Jane started. “Peter and I have never done it bareback…”

“You’re about to,” Dmitri told her firmly. “You’re about to feel what it’s like to have cum on every inch of your pussy.”

He moved his hands underneath her thighs. Knelt between her open, inviting thighs and dragged her legs up so her knees were draped over her shoulders. With them positioned like that, her cunt was opened up wide for his cock to enter.

Mary Jane reached down and fumbled around, trying to get Dmitri’s prick inside her as quickly as possible. She couldn’t even focus her eyes with wild lusts assaulting her mind. She felt Dmitri groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and burning pleasure scorched her hotly with every rough touch. Then he was kneading her full breasts as if somehow massaging the intense sensation she felt straight into the flesh. 

Mary Jane’s eyes focused just enough to see his fingers stroking and sinking into the slopes of her breasts, the pliant flesh flowing with his tightening grip, squishing between his fingers and bulging from his clasped hands. She was filled with the sensations he gave her, but having her cunt split apart, opened up by his broad shoulders between her legs, that turned her on even more. She was stretched wide, completely exposed to whatever he decided to do with her body, and Mary Jane knew it would feel even better than the torturous pleasure he was inflicting on her breasts. 

With a twitch of his hips, Dmitri delivered his massive cock into Mary Jane’s searching hand. She gripped it tightly, wondering how she had ever gone without its throbbing warmth, stroking up and down the extravagant length just to memorize once more its heft. Then she dragged it to her slit, felt the broad purple head press against where she was most sensitive. Jolts of sheer sexual need shot through her body, Mary Jane having to moan just to stand it. She needed to be fucked by him!

Dmitri almost came when Mary Jane’s hand wrapped around his member. The feel of her slender fingers on his prick, the sheer possessiveness of her grip, it was so sensual that he had to exert an iron control over his body. He would come all over Mary Jane in the next second if he weren’t so determined to pleasure her, to satisfy her, to defeat his rival Spider-Man as he never had before by outdoing him at pleasing his own woman. Already he could feel the warm juices of Mary Jane’s lust flowing over the knob of his twitching cock. He allowed her to guide him into her a little more, Mary Jane pleasuring herself with him as though he were her own personal sex toy, and as sure to satisfy her as any dildo would be. 

And despite the tightness she offered, Dmitri paused to revel in the extent to which he was already immersed in her. Even despite the victory that fucking her represented over his enemy, Mary Jane Watson had the hottest and tightest pussy he had ever fucked, better by far even than virgin flesh. Dmitri prided himself on finding supremely receptive cunts with his ability to make himself the most attractive man in the room, but Mary Jane’s was the best he had ever discovered. 

But that wasn’t the only reason he had continued fucking her for so long after first cuckolding her husband. There was also her enthusiasm. She was as eager as a puppy dog to please, but as expert as the most experienced whore. It was like fucking a slut with the cunt of a teenage girl—or perhaps the other way around. Dmitri wondered how far he could go and still have Mary Jane eating out of his hand like he was the only man she’d ever met with a real cock. 

It was a question he put on the backburner; he couldn’t think of anything else when Mary Jane’s cunt had been offered up to him. The heat it promised felt like the warm, welcoming waters of a steaming bath; the walls of her cunt rippled around his cockhead, coaxing him deeper in. He eased his hips forward the smallest amount, sending his cock an inch into Mary Jane’s eagerly awaiting sex. As he penetrated into her cunt, Dmitri leaned down, shoving Mary Jane’s legs down to her body, bending her in half like some kind of pretzel. As her knees were pressed into her breasts, her pussy was totally opened up to his long member. He moved faster, impaling the fiercely clutching tightness that offered him such succor.

An inch away from nestling the base of his cock against Mary Jane’s groin, Dmitri paused. He gasped, overcome with the sheer build-up of sensations in his wildly trembling body. His balls had tightened into diamonds, threatening to explode with the intense pressure. Her cunt was heating his shaft until it felt like his load would boil out of him, and the pressure all along his length seemed to be trying to suck his cum into her depths. 

With a forceful shove, Dmitri thrust himself the rest of the way into Mary Jane’s tightly clasping womanhood.

“Hnnnn!” she responded, seemingly having to strain herself just to experience the orgasm she was having.

Dmitri gasped himself. He was balls deep inside Mary Jane’s snatch, but he couldn’t take it for long—her entire cunt seemed built to rob him of his seed. He pulled out as fast as possible, even the obscene sound of his withdrawal sensual and beguiling. Finally, only his cockhead remained inside her, his shaft absolutely dripping with her arousal. He rammed himself back into her, faster, harder, and her cunt seethed even more around him. He rhythmically went back and forth, wanting to drive Mary Jane insane with lust.

He did. 

Mary Jane felt not only like she was being filled by his massive erection, but like she was being opened up to fit in more. As Dmitri fucked her faster and faster, Mary Jane noticed all kinds of things she had forgotten since the last time they fucked. Her copious arousal dripping down her taint and tickling her anus. The feel of Dmitri’s foreskin sliding over his cockhead, so tight was her cunt as he plunged into her. All those feelings ganged up on her, igniting in her belly like a thousand matches—her inner folds rippled and contracted, trying to bring Dmitri along on her approaching climax.

She was drowned in the flood of her body’s sensations. Despite the pain that came with being stretched and strained around his erection, she was in heaven. She had never felt more aroused and she especially couldn’t remember having all her arousal satisfied this way.

Dmitri hadn’t just relieved her of her marital boredom, he had shown her joys she’d never known even as a single woman. Was it any wonder she wanted to thank him? Every time he fucked her, she had more and more gratitude, because every fuck was more and more to be thankful for. He had everything needed to provoke her lust and the cock to satisfy it, while Peter had less and less of both. Dmitri was her dream fuck and it was insane comparing him to the underhung and unimaginative Peter.

Mary Jane tried to thrust herself upward and give her cunt over even more strongly to Dmitri’s impaling cock, but she was firmly held down by the weight of his body. It wasn’t like she needed to move, though, no matter how grateful she was. Dmitri was doing his usual perfect job of fucking her. His manhood rammed deep into her needing cunt, so big that it went everywhere she wanted it. With the redhead bent double, totally open to his thrusts, Dmitri was burying all of his stony dick inside of her. Every fold of her sex got to enjoy him.

Mary Jane’s body blazed with increasing heat, the lightest touch of Dmitri’s body against hers driving her mad with need. The feel of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, the engorged knob stretching her deep inside, the friction of his passage along her walls, it deepened the abyss of her climax that she was suspended over, then finally pushed her over the edge and she fell forever.

“Hnngg! Christ!” she yelled, clutching tightly at Dmitri’s back, even digging her nails into him. How could this be the same act she did with Peter, how could this bear the slightest resemblance to that? Dmitri had occupied territory inside her, spaces that Peter had never even touched.

Dmitri felt the sharp sting of her fingernails down his shoulders. Very well—if she’d give him pain, he’d return the favor. He drove himself even faster into her cunt, heedless of her discomfort, not caring whether she could take him or not. He felt the orgasmic spasms of her cunt around his pistoning member, her velvety walls gripping him like a vise, but he kept fucking her regardless. He didn’t care if she burned him to a nubbin, as her climaxing pussy felt like it would. Her juices came out seemingly boiling hot with each thrust into her spasming passage.

Finally, her heat, her pressure, it was too much, even for his iron control. He climaxed, not as she had, but in celebration of his victory over her and her erstwhile mate. His balls clenched on white-hot cum and with what seemed like agonizing slowness, his load flowed through his rigid erection and burst into her cunt, coating all of the tight, silken folds he had so enjoyed with his sizzling cream. Spurt after spurt of his seed erupted into Mary Jane’s cunt, and Dmitri bucked and drove into her to make sure he fed it all into her sex. 

When the blaze of his orgasm had guttered, Dmitri straightened and let Mary Jane untangle herself, luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of having momentarily sated her need for sex. Looking down into her lovely green eyes, Dmitri could already tell it was more than she could ever ask for. Still, he smiled at her and asked “Had enough?”

“Only for a minute, Dmitri… only for a few fucking minutes. I wish it could be like this all the time. I feel so bored when you’re not here. It’s like I’m trapped with Peter—it’s enough to make me scream!”

“How much can it really take to make you scream?” Dmitri taunted. “You did only a few minutes ago.”

Mary Jane ignored his jibe, not yet done venting. She’d lowered her inhibitions to enjoy herself with him, and now that her lust was satisfied, her other urges were having their say. “I feel like a prisoner in this house. Peter goes off and leaves me here like some pet. If only he’d make time for me… but, no, he’s not even good in bed when he is here. If only he were more like you!”

The look she gave him, warm and affectionate and even lustful, went straight to Dmitri’s head. He had really gotten her. Without even knowing it, she had given herself to him body and soul. “I’m going to Las Vegas for the weekend. Why don’t you come with me? If what you’ve told me of Peter is true, he probably won’t even know you’re gone. We can live it up as much as we like out there.”

“Do you mean it, Dmitri? Wow… oh wow…” The look on Mary Jane’s face was fretfully considering, but he knew she would say yes eventually. For now, it was enough that she threw her arms around him and pulled them together once more, Dmitri allowing himself to be dragged against the eager redhead’s body. As their mouths met and their tongues melted together, Dmitri knew he’d get another two or three fucks out of Mary Jane that night alone.

And in Vegas… there he’d really enjoy himself.