Amazing Spider-Cuck Chapter 1: Astonishing Actions
In the darkness of a New York night, Peter Parker lies in his bedroom behind Aunt May's house, stroking himself while staring out the window, witnessing Mary Jane having rough sex with a man across the way. Her massive breasts bounce as she cries out for more, her body drenched in sweat. The small-dicked Peter, who's waiting to be found out, can barely handle the gentle motions as he fantasizes about the amazing feelings he imagines Mary Jane's pussy to hold.
In the midst of the eardrum-shattering moaning and primal grunting, Peter tunes out the regular rhythm of sexual intercourse - probably happening next door, as most neighbors are probably engaging in similar activities.
Caught in awe of the incredible display of passion, Peter watches the gorgeous redhead being ruthlessly fucked by a man with exceptionally large genitals. In the background, Mary Jane thrusts her hips, sweat dripping down her freshly pleasured body, leaving wet trails on the bed beneath her.
"Fuck me harder!" she yells passionately, provoking the man to bleed his seed into her ass at a ferocious pace. "I'm your whore! Fuck me like I deserve it!"
The man, after a few ferocious thrusts, pulls out and falls onto his back, quickly imagining spurting his massive load all over Mary Jane's face.
"Yes, Daddy!" MJ demands earnestly, saying this before opening her mouth wide for an onslaught of hot, gooey cum. Using her tongue to catch any missed drops, she eagerly swallows both the tangy and sweet taste of their combined lust.
Mrs. Thompson's horny screams pierce Peter's inhibitions about his own sexual culture, and he strokes his two-inch penis, imagining stretching Mary Jane's ass the next time they meet. As he nears climax, his sensitive skin reacts to the strangled moaning by releasing a droplet of precum. The horny man then discards the idea.
As Spider-Man, he leaps to jump over the buildings and across the landscape to his target. He notices the art thief, rummaging through the museum's storage room. Being an amateur, the thief's ineffectual activities won't result in stealing anything. Instead, Peter approaches the broken skylight, but it's clear someone else had already arrived. In the apartment below, a commotion emerges: Constantly muffled squeals that sound surprisingly louder in contrast to the quiet sexual activity Peter had previously witnessed.
Spider-Man swings into the building, unzipping his web-shooter and shooting a line to a target high above, allowing him to land on it. Using his sixth sense, he rushes through the opened window to hear the sounds from above more clearly. It's Mary Jane, pleading for someone to ravage her in explicit, demeaning terms.
Continuing to wander through the building, following the sounds of animalistic sex, Spider-Man approaches a room where very wet and messy sounds of pleasure abruptly stop. A predatory sound fills the air: Someone was just fucked hard. Peter notices the disarray of the room and is finally able to confirm their identity.
Peter's sexual throb strengthens. Shaking his head, he empathizes with his inability to satisfy Mary Jane. With significant determination, he continues his mission across the city while the horny sounds continue to fill the air.
On top of a roof facing the art museum, Spider-Man observes a broken window of a midtown building, listening to a sight he cannot ignore. Blood pumps through his veins, and he observes a couple engaged in sexual intercourse on a couch. While the man pounds into Mary Jane, her head pushes back against a hard pillow, eyes filled with euphoria. Her arm throws back, loudly relishing in every motion.
Despite his dejected rhythm, Peter continues to softly whisper, "I love you MJ, I wanna be your Spider cock." What started softly soon became a passionate yell as he spilled his seed into his gloves.
In a stride, Spider-Man jumps off the roof, ready to conquer more challenges.
Perching onto the rooftop next to the excessive noises person, Spider-Man crouches down hidden in the shadows to observe who's experiencing a major transformation.
The superhero peeks unobserved, witnessing his doppelgänger, Ben Reilly, aka the Scarlet Spider, with none other than Felicia Hardy, known as the Black Cat, in a suffocating lock-down position. The great thief has Felicia in an unwelcome position, opening her ass with his short endowment. The cat burglar is on the verge of unconsciousness, eyes rolled back, a dratted tongue hanging out of her mouth, her towering bosom spilling out of her unzipped latex catsuit, circling in an upwards movement like two giant melons colliding, her protruding pussy releasing gushes of her repeated orgasm on the rooftop, splashing about with each push.
Minute after minute, her fat pussy lips quiver, oscillating between ecstasy and exhaustion from her prolonged orgasm, her hypersensitive clit contracting, noticeably bloating. Peter Peters Parker can only watch with increasing excitement at the beautiful sight of her sizeable ass apart, Ben penetrating Felicia's stretched ass at alarming speeds, making Peter release his frustrating load just from witnessing this erotic scene.
"Ohhhhh, yes, dear, you are such a slutty piece of ass, ram your cock in me, fill my ass with your cum," Ben orders her, while thrusting into the inundated thief.
"Yes, daddy, fill my tight ass with your ball cum. I want to carry your nut inside me forever," she babbles, her goth mistress voice driven.
Spider-Man observes his brother depositing his seeds inside the Black Cat, exhausting her with his impressive stamina. Ben sets Felicia down, smiling smugly as his partially erect cock threatens to break her shoulders as she kneels adoringly before him, giving it a licking, wiping off her ass juices and his cum.
"That was utterly astounding, my dear, thank you for receiving my dick deep inside you," she meows, lapping his balls clean.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure, kitty. Look at how much you loved it", Ben brags, his dick partly recovered.
Meanwhile, Peter feels worried, recalling how the mad scientist Jackal altered Ben's genetics to create the perfect Spider-Man and get rid of his fragile length, which Jackal had ridiculed in front of everyone, "My power is unparalleled. Superior in every way. Let's see what you brag about."Thinking about the failure of the previous small-penis clones, Benjamin inadvertently tramples over Peter's small penis while teleporting himself in airtight seals and leaves Spider-Man to contemplate his past costume with great anxiety.
But now, Peter decides to leave the happy couple in peace, assuming they were just scrubbing the floors in intense amour, he swings through the city skyline, making sure to avoid peeking into everyone's windows as they fuck each other. Recollecting his memory, he was basking in Felicia's voluptuousness after defeating the notorious Sinister Six with Felicia as the audience, his eyes fixated on her heaving breasts, she was sweaty from the tough day.
"So that was the exciting bit, right? Isn't it amusing, except for their impolite mannerisms," Felicia says, still regaining her breath.
"Absolutely, but I must agree that Electro is quite debonaire," Peter says, interjecting some humor, conversing about the villain below, "MAX. ARE YOU READY, FRIEND?"
"I'LL FREAKING FUCK YOU, SPIDER!"
"I wouldn't know what I'd do without him," Peter sighs at the antagonist, noticing Felicia's stunning curves once more. When Peter gazes at her, he notices her impressive chest pressed against him, feeling her wet gap through her form-fitting catsuit and gets aroused, "I know how we can celebrate our success. With me."
Before he could propose, her hand covers his crotch, abruptly gripping his crotch, finding nothing but a set of thighs when she opens them, catching Peter by surprise as he meekly moans, his legs buckling and Felicia caressing his micropenis, causing a drop of cum to appear on her gloved hands.
Surprise soon turns into amusement for the blond bombshell with white hair. Struggling to stifle her laughter, Felicia wipes her glove onto the logo on Pete's chest and manages to say, "Maybe we should go to different parties from now on... nice spider."
Pete's face turns bright red as he watches her walk away, her generous bottom swaying back and forth due to her muscular, beautifully sculpted thighs. His tiny dicklet is still seeping precum.
It doesn't really surprise Pete that these two ended up together: a handsome Adonis type and a gorgeous woman in a catsuit. He's always been intrigued by Ben's mysterious invitation to drop by and hang out with them, but he's too timid to ask his sexually empowered, understanding brother for a raunchy experience.
Despite the fact that they're in the sexual liberation era with a focus on sexual deviance, Peter finds himself with a small dick that often leaks precum over seemingly innocuous moments. This makes controlling his cum difficult, and a wild night of revelry only makes it worse. He conserts to his dilemma, feeling a mixture of arousal but jealousy as he observes the "sexy" legsends surrounding him.
Flying past towering buildings, he fights the urge to cum in his pants once more. Finally back home at his aunt's house, he sneaks through the back door quietly to escape any further distractions.
Peter pauses outside one of the bedroom doors as he hears his aunt May emitting pleasure sounds and the sound of a lubricated object sloshing. Pressing his ear against the door, he glimpses through the narrow gap to see what she's doing.
Seated in the middle of the bed, his milky-skinned, 45-year-old aunt -- her slightly wrinkled face, smiling eyes, and flowing brown hair framing a lustful expression -- pounds away on a Sybian dildo with gusto.
"Ready to make me cum, boys?" she moans into the webcam aimed at her bed.
David, distracted and on the verge of climax, can't help but hear the sounds of young men tipping donations into her online account. Hearing the vibrations of the Sybian getting faster and stronger, he's transported right back to an episode during his uncle's funeral, where the sounds of his aunt's lustful sexual activities and the moans of a mysterious woman had convinced him to indulge in his own pleasure sessions.
Momentarily forgetting about the match-fixing drama, May throws her head back in bliss, mascara running down her face. Sprawled on the bed, she groans with satisfaction.
But when she turns her head, Peter realizes Anna Watson, her friend and a well-known milf adult cam-star, is not only there but apparently working May's ass with a dildo. The attractive, overweight woman rubs May's breasts affectionately while deeply inserting the Sybian.
As May's once again cries out in pleasure, Peter contemplates his distorted view of his aunt -- she's felt the need to make extra money online due to financial troubles since his uncle's death, and maybe this is a way for her to continue such activity. Perhaps he's aroused by seeing familiar faces he encounters in public at May's domme-style shows.
He remembers this morning at the movies, when men asked whether Peter was her son. He couldn't help but feel uneasy, thinking that May kneeled them down to perhaps reward their contributions to her financial well-being.
As May is pleasured, Peter feels a resentment that's drowned in sexuality. In this sexual liberation age, people celebrate and encourage depravity; superhumans are acts of free love and unity, yet he stands idly disabled by his uncontrollable erections.
Peter returns his attention to the Sybian massage May is receiving, which eventually recreates the vibrations she's getting from the camera followers. Pleased, May gasps, "Cumming!" She collapses onto the bed, her body glistening with sweat.
At that moment, Anna Watson sneaks up to put her hands on May's neck from behind, one covering the throat, the other pinching and pulling her clit.
The face of Mary Jane's aunt Anna, older yet still attractive, pops up behind May's shoulder. She also takes advantage of the rare opportunity to service May. Peter is fascinated by Anna's big, sagging breasts, but they just may be the biggest he has ever seen.
Peter recalls many instances of spying on his aunt's webcam performances, mostly out of boredom or lingering trauma from his uncle's death. He also recalls being thankful when weird men took May aside. These sexual episodes haunt his mind while he congests under the covers, fulfilling his sexual urges.
Being aroused by his aunt in the flashbacks, Peter can't help but feel conflicted due to the awkwardness of her job now. He realizes that if May is using her sexuality to make a living, his fantasy of being her sexual servant seems less desirable.
Mary Jane's aunt once again thrusts the Sybian into May's body more violently, causing her to collapse in pleasure.
"Let's get her going again, boys," she calls out. Peter feels conflicted about having sexual feelings for his aunt.
He's up against the wall of a stranger's room, his hair wet and slicked back from his face, and he's shocked. He quickly realizes someone is entering the room. He tries to duck into a closet to avoid discovery, but it's too late. A middle-aged woman with short graying blonde hair and a round, plump body is already strolling confidently into the room.
"Hello, Peter," she coos, dress flowing around her plus-sized frame. "Why are you hiding?"
The woman closes the closet behind Peter and peers into his face. "It's your aunt May. It's ok, squirt. You've seen it all before."
Peter can't satisfy the view of his naked aunt before him, and accepting his position among her audience, he can't help but ask himself: "Am I aroused because she's my aunt or is it just the taboo?"
Down deep in his heart, he understood that it was unethical, yet the idea of incest has become a popular guilty pleasure for many. A prime example of this is the Maximoffs, who are shown on Avengers' live channels, brazenly engaging in sexual acts with one another.
Thoughts of this crossed his mind as he rubbed his slightly hardened penis. The flirtatious behavior from his aunt couldn't be ignored. Her suggestive remarks, intimate knowledge of his desires, the wardrobe malfunctions that were becoming a daily occurrence. The way her eyes sparkled when she brought up Max Katzenberg, the Big Bang Theory producer. He still remembered the gleeful looks on their faces as they disrobed for their passionate romps together. The moans and screams echoing through the house had sent him into a frenzy, resulting in a wet patch on his pants near the door to her room.
She never seemed to hold back any details from him either. He'd often find himself jerking off when hearing the lifetime tales of her sexual escapades during breakfast. Her knowing looks made him feel as if she enjoyed making him cum.
Once more, Peter found himself getting caught up in the excited thoughts, leading to a new climax. He had little sperm left to ejaculate when he slipped into his room and heard the wet noises from the living room.
In his room, he undressed. The thought of his aunt's narrations earlier came to mind as he remembered another incident. Years ago, she found evidence of his sleepless nights and his erections and mentioned, in a low voice, that men could. A look of curiosity in her eyes still lingers in his memory.
He closed the window and entered his room to sleep. Listening to his aunt's wails, his attention was drawn back out to the living room, where Mary Jane, the busty red-haired woman, was on her knees, orally servicing her male partner. The man sat on her desk chair as he watched, allowing Mary Jane to pleasure him.
However, his dwindling stamina had let him down one night. There was no more ejaculate to release from his softening penis, so he lay down in bed and listened to his aunt's voice playing quietly in his earphones. A Christmas present from her, saying it would turn a boy like him into the perfect boyfriend for a woman who needed a real man.
His dreams filled with images of his college classmates, co-workers at the Bugle, even fellow superheroes, and often his aunt. His small penis couldn't satisfy any of them in his dirty fantasies as they stared at him, laughing, having sex with their partners. But there was one constant presence in his mind – Mary Jane.
The steady voice of Emma Frost signaled the end of his dreams.
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