Ending At Beginnings Chapter 3

Mary Jane crawled up Peter’s body, kissing his calf, his knee, his thigh—brushing her hair across his erection as she passed it, then kissing up his belly, chest, chin… Peter caught her by the shoulders and held her still to kiss her. She lowered herself onto him, her soft body’s touch a caress all by itself. Peter ran his hands down her sumptuous back, the creamy skin flawless to the touch.

“Whatever you want, red,” he told her, sliding his hand along the lissome curve of her ass. “I just want to make you happy.”

Mary Jane smirked, her smile brushing against his lips again. She always enjoyed Peter’s fucking. He was unpredictable and even a little kinky sometimes, which she liked. What she loved was when he fucked her in the ass, his hard cock forcing its way into her tight little anus. Every time he shot his load into her bowels, it was a thrill. She even liked the pain as he stretched out her hole, preparing it to be reamed by the full length of his prick. She always came more than once when he fucked her that way. And to be honest—she had kind of anticipated it being dealer’s choice.

Reaching back to take Peter’s hands, she guided them down to grope her plump asscheeks. “Fuck my ass, tiger.” Automatically, his fingers ran along the curve of her buttocks. She tingled when she felt him discover the buttplug she’d worn to keep her hole in a state of readiness. 

“Jesus—you’re something, MJ,” he chuckled. “You’re really something.”

“Uh-huh,” she purred sensuously, rubbing herself against him one last time in preparation, anticipation. “Show me what. Show me just what a sexy bitch I am.”

Peter nearly stretched his jaw with a wide smile. “When you put it that way, how can I resist? But we’re going to need to move that gorgeous ass around a little first…”

He slid out from under Mary Jane, stepping out onto the floor and then pulling her to the edge of the bed. She whooped as he flipped her over so that her ass was up in the air. Then, kneeling behind her, he spread open the rounded hills of her ass. He took out her buttplug and replaced it with his tongue. 

Mary Jane moaned, grinding her face into the bedspread, arching her back as he licked and kissed and circled her asshole with his tongue. As she felt it go deeper and deeper into her ass, she shivered and pounded the mattress with her fist.

“Damnit, I’m ready!” she insisted. “Put it in me already!”

Peter pulled away to kiss her left buttock. “Alright, MJ.” He nipped at the right one, getting a squeak from Mary Jane as his teeth cut into her flesh ever so slightly. “Whatever you say.”

A moment later, Mary Jane felt his hardened cockhead rubbing between her asscheeks, pressing against her anus. She cringed, grimacing with the exquisite tightness as he pushed it into her tight hole. Even with the buttplug holding her open, there was no way to make taking a cock the size of Peter’s into anything comfortable or easy. But that was part of the fun.

“Oh shit, MJ,” Peter breathed, as impressed with the crushing pressure inside her as she was with his size. “You’re so fucking tight… how can we have done this so much and you’re still so fucking tight?”

“Do you care?” Mary Jane teased him. “Or are you just going to enjoy yourself?”

Peter drove himself into the heated embrace of her rectum. Mary Jane went cross-eyed, moaning dirtily as he pushed into her ass, feeding it to her steadily until his wiry pubic hair was tickling her buttocks. 

She felt his scrotum throb against her pussy. It made her purr. He was all the way in. She was fucking impaled on him. Mary Jane bit the knuckle of her thumb to keep from screaming. How the shit did she go so much as a single day without being wrapped around him this way, feeling each throb of his phallus as it quaked all through her body?

“Oh fuck,” Peter gasped. He pulled slowly out of her, trembling himself as her tightness milked his withdrawing cock. Her anal muscles clung to his erection like every inch of her was demanding him back inside, now-now-now! “One of these days I’m just gonna come the first time I put it in your ass.”

“Not if you value your life, Petey. Ghh—“ Mary Jane’s eyes rolled crazily as she felt him pulling back for his next thrust. She needed him even more than her body did. She needed his love, his warmth, his seed gushing inside her and the knowledge that she’d gotten him off. “Fuck me!”

Peter held her voluptuous hips—all that ripe flesh his for the taking—and slammed himself into her. Mary Jane threw herself backward at the same time, the two of them rocking together with an easy rhythm, long familiarity with each other’s lovemaking that didn’t make it any less thrilling. In fact, it made it even more exciting to Peter, knowing that MJ wanted his stiff prick inside her as much as he wanted to give it to her.

“You’re the perfect fucking woman, MJ,” Peter husked. “I could do this—every day—for the rest of my life!”

“Shit, shit—you motherfucker—don’t make promises you can’t keep!” Mary Jane gasped, headbutting the bed. She’d forgotten just how good it was with Peter. 

His body came down on hers, pinning her down to the mattress as he hammered into her ass. His hands moved under her chest, teasing and fondling her stiff pink nipples, before separating. One hand went up to squeeze her delicate throat. The other teased its way down her soft white belly to probe between her thighs. 

He found the stiff button of her clitoris—rubbed it as he clenched his fingers around her throat. Alternating so that Mary Jane was choking and sobbing and having her clit massaged, seemingly all at once. All while he stroked his prick smoothly in and out of her asshole. Mary Jane moved with him, the perfect partner, taking every potent stroke he could give her and bodily begging for more, for him to truly gratify himself with her.

Mary Jane’s eyes brimmed with tears. Her cheeks became sodden. She’d really had no idea it could be so good—she’d either forgotten or now it was better than ever, ecstasy that far outweighed how much it hurt.

“You wanna do this every day?” she gritted out. “I’ll be here! I will fucking hold you to that, Peter!”

She felt his thick member throb harder than ever inside her, knew he was close to coming. That was good. She didn’t think she could take much more. She was already an addict as it was. She moved faster, smacking her ass against his loins, urging him to put her body to its final use.

Peter wrapped his arms around Mary Jane, holding her with bruising tightness as he buried himself up to the hilt in her ass. Then, crying out, he erupted into her. Wave after wave of rapture washed over Mary Jane as his cum pumped into her bowels—thick, potent jets of molten lead filling her ass as her clit spasmed and spun like a bullet fired through the air. She was coming, her ecstasy shooting up into the stratosphere. The feeling didn’t end, it kept burning, the fires only reluctantly dying down as Peter rolled off of her, lying beside her limp body while she gasped and gurgled her way back to being anything other than Peter’s cock sleeve. 

Mary Jane wanted to kiss the bed that Peter had taken her on, but her lips were too numb. She was barely aware of Peter’s mouth brushing against her ear.

“It’s a date,” he told her.

“Mmm—cuddle now,” she mewled. He pulled her onto the bed with him, embracing her from behind. She could feel his sweat against her skin, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Not having spider-powers made him far easier to satisfy. Mary Jane didn’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, even battered and bruised as she felt just then, another ten of those in a row was an easy yes from her. On the other hand, it was probably good for her career that she got out of bed at some point.

“We are definitely back on,” Mary Jane said. With her thighs squeezed together, she could feel her own juices soaking her lap.

“Good. I couldn’t afford to buy you jewelry,” he panted. Peter was actually out of breath. That was somewhat gratifying to her.

“Don’t worry about it. Jewelry is fine, but it can’t do that. At least, not where I’ve been wearing it.”

“If only we’d gotten together back when Parker Industries was a thing. I could’ve gotten you a solid gold buttplug.”

“Feels like you just used one on me.” She patted the bicep of the arm wrapped around her. “Now, don’t go thinking you’re some sex god. It’s just that I love you.”

“Love you too,” Peter said, but he sounded a little distant.

“Hey.” Mary Jane kissed his wrist, noticing that it no longer smelled of the trapped sweat of his webshooters. “Where are you going?”

“It’s just the other me. Spider-Man. You gotta wonder what he’s doing right now, right?”

“Maybe you should start photographing him,” MJ teased. “Why worry about it, tiger? There’s no way he could be having as much fun as we just had.”

***

Felicia fumbled with the keys, almost dropping them before she finally got her apartment key into the lock. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” Why was it that she could crack a Dryden safe in twelve seconds, but she couldn’t get her stupid front door open when she really needed it? She threw open the door. “Gotta go--!”

She rushed inside, quickly scanning to make sure there weren’t any armed gunmen waiting for her—not that she much cared at the moment—and then made a beeline for the bathroom. Her bad idea to order a large drink with her lunch. Then to ride the subway, which of course had decided to break down for an hour. And using a public toilet in New York was barely a step up from pissing in an alleyway. At least perverts didn’t know where to plant their spycams in an alley. But now she was home, free and clear, and she was going to—

Spider caught her around the waist, bringing her hunched over flight to a sudden halt that nearly had Felicia spilling in her panties.

“Hey, Cat. What’s the hurry?”

“Bathroom!” Felicia told him. “Now!”

“Okay,” Spider said, walking with long, but damnably slow strides towards it—carrying the struggling Felicia along with him. “I suppose it’s as good a place as any—“

“No, Spider, I need to go to the bathroom.”

Spider didn’t break his stride. “I have needs too, you know. I’m just sitting there, contemplating the films of Bergman, when I get a hard-on that could hammer nails. Total grade school shit. But now that you’re here…”

Felicia squirmed free of him. “Can you wait five more minutes, Spider? My pussy really has enough going on at the moment!”

She started for the bathroom again, but Spider grabbed her by the collar. “Maybe you should just piss yourself then.”

“Joke when I’ve got an empty bladder, Spider.” 

She tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“And here I thought you were kinky,” Spider mused. “Into all that bondage shit. Why don’t you piss right here? That’d be something to see.”

Felicia turned to look at him, feeling a flush come over her face. “You’re… you’re not serious… are you?”

A. Make Felicia piss herself.

B. Let her use the bathroom.