SpiderMan Porn Story: spidey 2
A week passed and all was normal in the Parker home. Peter went out at night to fight the crime of the city, and Mary Jane stayed home with only her hand and various vibrators to keep her company. She found herself watching the porno tape her and Peter had made every chance she got. Watching herself and Peter going at it like that made her cunt sopping wet. By the end of the week, MJ had memorized every moment of the tape and could replay it in her head at will, but watching it on the television was always better.
Apparently, Peter’s libido had become much more awakened as well. The next Saturday, Peter decided to stay home once again, to Mary Jane’s delight. She fixed a large supper and the two sat down at the table to eat it. All through the meal, Peter’s erection was pressed against his pants, making a very noticeable bulge, and by the end of it, MJ’s panties were totally soaked. They cleared the table in a rush, but didn’t even make it to the bedroom. MJ grabbed Peter as they reentered the dinning room and pushed him back onto the dinning room table. She grabbed his pants and practically tore them open and yanked them down. She then reached her hand inside his boxers and grasped his large hard-on. Peter let out a groan as her hand gripped him. MJ pulled the boxers down with her free hand and started to work at jerking him off with her other. She then lowered her head onto his prick, taking his full length into her mouth. She licked all around and sucked hard, then she started placing tender soft kisses all over his cock while still working her hand on it. She moved down lower and started to lick his balls. She took them into her mouth and started to suck on them as well. Peter moaned loudly, feeling an orgasm quickly approaching.
MJ sensed it, too, almost psychically. She let Peter’s balls drop from her mouth, covered in her saliva, and replaced it with just the head of his cock. She moved her tongue around the rim of his head, slowly and sensuously. Finally, Peter couldn’t take anymore and a large glob of cum shot up into MJ’s mouth. She swallowed it and continued to drink down the rest of his cum.
Peter sat back up and pulled Mary Jane’s face off of his cock and stood her up. He hopped off the table and picked her up putting her down where he had just been. Now it was his turn. His cock was limp and dribbling the last of his load onto his thigh, but he had other ways to make MJ scream in ecstasy. He gripped the rim of her sweatpants and pulled them down her legs. She was wearing a sexy black thong and Peter could tell she was definitely aroused from the wetness of it. He pulled the thong down to reveal MJ’s short red pubic hair and moist slit. He moved one hand between her legs and found her clit, rubbing it and getting a moan from his lover. He lowered his head and ran his tongue up her slit. MJ moaned louder, feeling Peter’s tongue on her cunt. He used his fingers to spread her open and push his tongue into her. He tasted her juices and pushed in further, getting as much of his tongue inside her as possible and swirling it around. MJ was going nuts, screaming and moaning and thrashing her hands. She moved one hand down to the back of Peter’s head and pushed his face against her cunt and thrust her hips forward, feeling his tongue moving in her. Her orgasm flooded out of her, splashing all over Peter’s face and into his mouth. He drank her up, then crawled up onto the table, and laid beside her.
Mary Jane was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Her legs hung limply off the edge of the table and she just stared up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She felt Peter’s lips kissing over her neck and over to her ear. She felt him run his tongue along the rim of her ear and she moaned a little.
“I had an interesting idea,” Peter whispered into her ear.
“What’s that?” MJ asked, still panting a little.
“What if we made another tape?” Peter said, still whispering. “Only a little different.”
She turned her head to look him in the eyes, a look of confusion on her face. “Different? Different how?”
“Well…” he said, not sure how she would react to his idea. “What if we made one we could sell? Like on the Internet?” He saw the look on her face and it didn’t look good to him, so he quickly went on. “I could do it as Spider-Man. You know how much of a response there is to your nude modeling, this would be like that… only taken to the next level. Not to mention, they’d get to see Spidey, too. I’m sure we could make enough off of it that we’d be able to retire, and I’d just have to balance crime fighting and you, and the crime seems to be going down.”
As Peter explained himself, Mary Jane’s look changed and by the time he finished, she seemed almost eager. “I guess you have a point. Besides, it’s not like I’d be doing something I wouldn’t want to do anyway.” She smiled seductively at him.
“So when do you think we should make it?” Peter asked.
MJ shrugged, moving one of her hands to stroke Peter’s limp dick. “No time like the present, tiger.” She gave him a wink.
Peter’s cock hardened quickly as MJ moved her fingers over it. He grinned at her. “I agree.” He moved off the table and went into the bedroom. Mary Jane followed behind him and saw he was already getting the camera set up. Once it was set, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and got his Spider-Man costume on.
MJ did some changing of her own, getting into a nearly transparent, flowing nightgown. She crawled onto the bed and lay seductively on it. She blew a kiss at Peter and he hit the record button on the camera.