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Spider-Man: Web of Women	By : tarminbrandl Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 22330 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Webbed and Bound
- 2-Bugle Beauty
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Peter stumbled into the daylight outside the apartment building, hardly able to walk on straight on his sore legs. Even though Calypso hadn't been there when he woke up—only a spare change of clothes had been left on the bed—the throbbing tenderness of his thighs, back, stomach—hell, all of him—left no doubt that their steamy marathon had occurred last night. She'd demanded, and commanded, an ungodly amount of sexual activity from him, all night long, and he'd gone above and beyond his known personal limits to please her.

The memory of it both haunted and aroused him; he had to try to look nonchalant while he arranged himself when his cock stirred during his walk, even as he privately excoriated himself for not only cheating on Mary Jane, but enjoying it so thoroughly. It was a supremely confusing feeling.

The Bugle, he thought feverishly. Must get to the Daily Bugle and see if I can research this!

It was the only clear thought he could allow himself to formulate, a lone beacon of reason to guide him through the heady haze of guilt and lust swirling continually around in his head. Either could win out at any moment, as erotic flashes of Calypso's many sweet, naughty acts heated him up, then melted into puddles of guilt at his shame in giving in to her advances.

He'd had no choice. Calypso had had him tied down. She blew him—fantastically—against his will. She would have fucked him all night, whether he wanted to or not. He was her sex slave.

But then he had to go and like it...

He should have been able to resist, but he just couldn't. She'd been too hot, too sweet against him. She'd made him want her, and he wanted her badly. She'd made him beg, and he begged her for everything. And after he lit that candle...

He'd already come, but it was as if both their libidos had re-filled, over and over and over, and she took advantage of it to fuck him in more positions than he'd ever experienced in one night. She made him take her from behind, doggy-style. At her behest, he rose up, crab-walk style, on his hands and legs, while she pogoed herself freely above him. She stood him up against a wall, wrapped her legs around his waist, and took him without touching the ground. She had him mount her again, and pressed her legs against his shoulders, squeezing his neck and threatening to cut off his air even as she yelled at him to pound her pussy even harder and harder.

And those weren't even half of the positions Calypso had made him come in.

What he couldn't believe was how very horny he still was. In spite of the virtually sleepless night's worth of sex he'd had last night, he was acutely aware—with his wandering eyes, as well as his twitching, uncannily hungry cock—of the looks, curves, and walks of every one of the bevy of beautiful women he passed on the streets of New York City. A pretty young brunette on her morning run waved perkily at him, the cling of her running clothes leaving little to the imagination as she flashed an accommodating smile in his direction. A tall, statuesque blonde in glasses and a business suit ensemble smirked at him and undid the top button of her blouse as he walked past.

Things came to a head when Peter found himself plastered against a wall as a small horde of barking, trotting dogs and their leashes rounded the corner as he approached. The owner of the leashes stumbled and barreled into him, and he was suddenly entangled in the limbs of a cute, short woman with an olive complexion and jet-black hair.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” she blurted, pressing herself against him and feeling him up with her free arm. “Really, I'm very sorry, sir! They sometimes are a little harder to handle than I'd like!”

“It's ah, okay—WHOA!” Peter exclaimed, as her free hand found his thigh and squeezed very close to his crotch. “It's ah, okay, miss. Just glad you're alright.”

“You too,” she breathed, reaching into her jacket pocket and quickly slipping a card into his pocket. “Feel free to let me make it up to you later!”

She smiled knowingly at him as she allowed the wave of dogs to carry her away, leaving him to wonder what was going on. Pulling out the card and looking at it, he saw a semi-professional business card for a dog walker. As he put it away, he jumped as he felt a hand from the crowd he was in press against his ass and squeeze.
Moments later, another woman asked if she could buy him coffee. When he refused, she offered to make him some at her place. Yet another offered to interview him for a modeling job, the set of her smile indicating it was purely a pretense.

By the time he ducked into the Daily Bugle, he felt as if he had barely escaped a minefield.

What the hell is going on?! he wondered. What in the world did Calypso do to me last night?

What didn't she do to you last night? another part of him wondered snidely, causing him to think back to the sheer amount of sex and various positions the voodoo witch had made him perform with her last night. His cock, already on high alert for more gratification, immediately stirred at unbidden barrage of steamy memories and imagery. Peter therefore had to resist the urge to adjust his crotch as he distractedly made his way to the elevator.

“Something wrong, Mr. Parker?” a voice from the reception desk inquired as he passed by. Looking down, he saw one of the Bugle's new interns, a young woman with long black hair, a dazzling smile, and an all-too-fuckable figure, beaming up at him and winking. He felt his heart skip a beat as she pushed her glasses up her face and bit her lower lip invitingly.

“Ah, no, Lauren,” he replied, trying to be polite as he realized the minefield didn't end outside. “I just need to get upstairs and get some research done, ASAP. You know how it is.”

Lauren smiled, nodding. “I have an idea,” she replied. “Word to the wise: Jonah's on the warpath, so you may be better off avoiding the office area today. Archives might be a better bet.”

Peter considered that, and nodded, impressed. “Good idea,” he said, grinning. “I'll do that, Lauren! Thanks for being so helpful!”

Lauren smirked and looked sideways at him as he left. “For you, anything, Mr. Parker,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything else!”

As Peter looked back at her from the elevator area, he was pretty sure from her smirk that she wasn't talking about research.

* * *

Get to a computer.

That was the thought that Peter was trying—desperately—to hold on to as he slowly ascended to the Archives level in the blissfully woman-free elevator. He needed to find out what he was being influenced by, what spell Calypso put him under that was making him such a walking liability. He'd have to avoid crowded areas, lest any females in the vicinity become distracted by his presence... and in turn become a distraction to him.

Fortunately, Archives was designed for private research. In addition to the print and microfilm storage, there were several offices within the department that could be commandeered at a moment's notice by reporters and staff looking to conduct investigations of a more discreet nature. It was also sparsely staffed on the weekend, and Peter had no trouble securing an office with a dedicated research terminal. He had everything he'd need.

Except for an idea of where to begin.

He exhausted his own range of research techniques very quickly. Entering sex spells into a search engine produced little other than a few recipes (none of which matched Calypso's) and some commercial websites selling the ingredients, while an image search for fertility idol yielded a deluge of photo stills from the Indiana Jones movie. A search through the Bugle's metahumans database for beings who use sex spells and mental or emotional manipulation seemed to focus mostly on the Enchantress, several known mutant telepaths, and several people whose powers were pheromone-based.

He even tried accessing Calypso's file, which yielded no appreciable clues. This was an uncharacteristically direct method of attack for her, as she generally preferred to act through agents, either by controlling them or joining forces with them. Even the approach was different; she often manipulated people into a rage or induced the urge for combat in them. Sex was a completely new tack for her to take.

Not that you're complaining, are you?

Peter recoiled slightly from guilt, but couldn't ignore the continual twitching in his trousers as he recalled how Calypso had fucked him all night, taunting him about his infidelity the whole time. Looking over her file photos, it was now difficult to not see her as a sex object. Sure, she'd always been in good shape and dressed on the slutty side, but now that he'd penetrated her in several different places, it was that much easier to visually undress her in the pictures. It also made it harder to come up with insults based on her costume.

He ended up passing the better part of an hour staring at the computer screen, half frustrated, half entranced by the erotic memories of last night's adultery. He was about to get up when the door to the office opened.

The first thing he noticed were the legs; Lauren had long, toned gams that struck impressively out from under her very short skirt. She was halfway across the room before he looked up to see she was unbuttoning her blouse, and that her cleavage was as impressively sculpted as her legs. Before he could stand up, she was standing above him, her green eyes looking down her nose at him through her glasses.

“You look a little tense, Mr. Parker,” she murmured, continuing to unbutton. “I wanted to see if I could help you with that.”

Her blouse fell off, exposing a toned, flat stomach and a chest that was both amply endowed and held up exquisitely by a dark green bra that matched her eyes. Gaping at the forbiddingly beautiful sight a moment, Peter started to open his mouth to protest when she bent over and leaned herself over him, one hand grabbing the mass of hardness in his crotch. He gasped, impressed with her boldness, and stared down her young, nubile chest.

“Ohh, yes, I think I can help you,” she crooned, finding his hand with her other hand and guiding it to her waist. Her smile was a flash in the darkness, and her lips met his with no resistance as she quickly unzipped his pants. As they tongue-wrestled, Lauren proved she was adept at getting trousers opened with one hand, much to Peter's delight. Soon the pants were off, and Lauren was kneeling between his legs, his cock gripped in her hand.

“Do you want my help, Mr. Parker?” she asked, jerking him slowly up and down. “Do you want my hot, wet, 19-year-old help right now?”

“Oh, god yes, Lauren,” Peter breathed, unable to believe this. “Please, help me as much and as hard as you can!”

Lauren's grip tightened, and she flashed her eyes hungrily up at him. “Mmm, careful what you say, baby,” she purred, jerking him gently and causing him to writhe and groan above her. “We wouldn't want you to get too much help, do we? What would MJ say if you were too tired to help her later?”

Peter didn't have to consider long. Lauren may have dug up some information on him, but it clearly wasn't current. And with whatever Calypso had done to him, he didn't seem to be able to go very long without wanting sex badly again. Simply, he could probably fuck all day if he needed to.

“I don't think that'll—oh, god!”

Lauren's tongue caressed the upper shaft of his cock, sending a shiver throughout his body before he could inform her of this. She swirled it tightly over his flesh, tickling the tip of his head with it as she squeezed the base of his erection tightly.

He writhed in surprise as he felt her fingernails on her other hand squeeze and rake the flesh just below his waist, near his ass. Involuntarily he thrust, pushing his cock further into Lauren's mouth, and she moaned hungrily as she threw herself onto it. Soon she was bobbing eagerly up and down on him, and Peter couldn't imagine a sexier sight than Lauren's gorgeous, green-eyed, bespectacled face pogo-ing on his cock. He reached down to run his hands through her long, soft black hair as she pleasured him.

“Oh, god Lauren, that feels so good!” he breathed, softly massaging the gorgeous teenager's scalp. “I am so glad you decided to help me out!”

Lauren rose up, all smiles, and stood over Peter for a moment, her gorgeous, ample chest heaving with excitement. “Oh, it was destiny, baby,” she breathed, bending over to pull her panties off, then straddling his cock and lowering herself on top of him. “I've been planning to help your brains out ever since I first saw you last week. Wife or not!”

Peter groaned as his cock met the forbidden sweet tang of Lauren's tight, wet pussy, easily sliding into its velvety warmth thanks to her eager juices. Lauren sat herself firmly down on top of him, smile wide as she pulled his head up to hers. Their tongues quickly met and wrestled, and Peter knew he was too far down the road to come back as he thrust up into the slit of his second mistress in the last twelve hours.

“Mmm, yes, baby,” she breathed, reaching behind herself to undo her bra. “You fuck me with that big, thick, meaty cock in this computer chair!”

Peter snaked an arm around Lauren's slender waist, her soft skin warm to the touch. His hand met Lauren's as she undid the strap on her bra, and the garment fell between them. Peter stared, entranced by the teenager's bountiful, creamy C-cups. He could feel himself hardening up even further inside her, and by her knowing intake of breath, she had felt it, too. Her eyelids lowered slightly, and she bit her lower lip in that way that was quickly becoming known to him as loin-clenching.

“Looks like you have work to do,” she murmured, her green eyes piercing his through her glasses. “Now, get in there and suck 'em!”

She brought herself down hard, impaling Peter all the way to the hilt, and before he could even react Lauren seized the back of his head and neck and pulled him into her soft round breasts. Heart pounding, Peter began to do her bidding, licking and nibbling at the smooth, vulnerable flesh between her tits, before turning his head to work each orb individually. Lauren continued to fuck him from above, her sweet cunt squeezing and caressing his cock in ways that felt like sexual magic as he squeezed a dark brown nipple gently between his teeth and rubbed it hard with his tongue.

“Mmm, ohhh, yes,” Lauren moaned approvingly. “Yes, that's it, baby. That's it... yes... You keep sucking my tits like that!”

Peter did exactly that. His mouth didn't want to leave Lauren's lusty boobage, and her hands and arms wouldn't let him, even as their pelvises continued to grind hard and fast against one another.

“You're a bad boy, Mr. Parker,” Lauren crooned. “Cheating on your super-model, actress wife. Fucking a helpless teenage intern in the office. Making that intern cum in your mouth...”

Peter, blissfully unable to do much more than groan from between Lauren's bodacious breasts while continuing to fuck her, could feel himself getting harder and more excited as his young seductress kept talking dirty to him. Until Calypso had fired his loins with it last night, he hadn't had anything approaching dirty talk since Felicia, ages ago. It wasn't that MJ didn't talk during sex, but usually it was more along the lines of things like, “Oh, Peter, I love you so much,” or “Oh god, Tiger, you really are hitting the jackpot!” It was encouraging, and sexy in its way, but there was something about the unbridled, raw nastiness of dirty talk that brought out the sexual beast in him and drove him out of his mind with lust.

Lauren was a master at dirty talk. “Oh, yes, Mr. Parker,” she said. “Keep pounding my pussy! Don't you dare fucking stop, or I'll tell MJ what a cheating bastard you are! I'll tell her how you fill my drooling cunt with your big fat cock and fuck the shit out of me like it's your fucking job! Or how you work my big titties over with your mouth like a starving man! I fucking love that, Mr. Parker. You like my big titties in your greedy little mouth? Do you? Do you?”

Peter groaned an affirmative, never even thinking to remove himself from licking and nibbling at the soft creamy mounds of Lauren's ample rack. She was so young, and smooth, and firm, with a gorgeous, slightly bookish look to her that he couldn't help but be aroused by, and her cunt was so warm, and wet, and sweet to his furiously hard cock, that he found himself honestly believing that he had never had sex this good. He was jackhammering so hard and fast up into her that he couldn't believe he hadn't started to come yet.

“Get on your knees, Mr. Parker,” Lauren suddenly commanded, pushing herself up off of him and placing her hands on her hips in a way that oozed sex. “I want to cum in your mouth, right fucking now.”

Peter didn't know exactly how he did it, but immediately found himself kneeling in front of Lauren's pelvis, lowering his lips to meet the folds of her exquisite cunt. She was unshaven, with a mess of black hair crowning her steaming, aromatic pussy. Musky juices met his tongue as he lapped at her hot, slippery flesh, and the way she quivered and shook when he made contact with her left no room for doubt that Lauren was on the edge of climax, just waiting for a tiny nudge...

“Oh, yeah,” she crooned huskily, throwing her head back and gritting her teeth. “Yeah, get in there, Mr. Parker. Do your fucking job right now! Haah!”

Her hands gripped his hair tightly, sending a dirty shock through him as they pulled his face even harder against her. Peter licked and probed the luscious walls of Lauren's heavenly cunt for several minutes until he settled upon the bundle of flesh where her clit was. She jumped when he tickled it with his tongue, and inwardly Peter smiled.

“Yeah, that's it, Mr. Parker.” Lauren's tone was inviting, but he could still tell her teeth were clenched in erotic anticipation. “You—ah!—found my—AH!!—forbidden—JEWEL!! NOW LICK IT, BITCH!! LICK IT, FLICK IT, AND TONGUE-DICK IT!! HAAAAAA, YESSS!!”

Lauren's shapely, muscular legs, until now resting on either side of her cunt-licking conquest's arms, suddenly swung outward, upward, and around, her thighs coming to rest on Peter's shoulders. Encircling his head, she squeezed them together to push his face further into her salivating pussy as she began thrusting her hips against his head.

“I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Mr. Parker,” she whispered, tightening her grip on his hair as he groaned helplessly beneath her. “I'm gonna fuck your face, hard, and then I'm gonna squirt myself all over you, and there's not a god-damn thing you can do about it. You're gonna sit there and marinate in my juices while I soak you with them in this room! What do you think of that, Mr. Parker?”

Peter groaned, a dirty thrill shooting through his entire body at her words as he worked Lauren's snatch as thoroughly and quickly as he could. He would do anything to please her. She was a goddess. She could cum anywhere on him that she wanted, so long as it made her happy.

“Good,” she crooned, her breathing getting noticeably heavier. “Because you... ah!... don't GET a choice! Oh, fuck!! Your intern's about to CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!”

Arching her back, Lauren squeezed Peter's head with her legs, gripping his hair with her hand and pushing him tightly into her twat as she began bucking herself hard against him. He could feel the moment of her release, as she ground her nethers hard into his lips and tongue, taste it as her fountains of slick, pungent cum squirting into his mouth and all over his face with an unbidden suddenness. He could hear it in her momentary loss of words but not sound, as she virtually screamed her orgasm while her body shivered and quaked against Peter's mouth.

And it lasted for a while. Lauren hadn't been kidding when she said she planned to soak him in her juices. She rocked and squirted and contracted against him for several minutes, her warm luscious fluid glazing his face, hair and coating the top parts of his shirt in an unmistakable stain of her making. The entire time, Peter was helpless to do anything more than continue giving her head, being held their by Lauren's hands and her strong, sculpted legs.

By the time she let him up, the raven-haired beauty was reclining in a virtual puddle, Peter's chin finally pulling up from it when she loosened her various holds on his head. “That was pretty good, Mr. Parker,” she crooned, smiling lazily at him from behind her glasses as he slowly rose up from his station between her legs. “But I think we need to take care of you now!”

Peter's cock twitched between them as he looked down at her, prompting a widening of Lauren's victorious grin. Groaning lustfully, he reached down to her and gripped her thick, soft hair tightly at nearly the base of Lauren's neck and yanked her upwards. Her jaw dropped in surprise and pain as she was made to face him, but the set of her mouth encouraged him challengingly, and the lust in her bespectacled eyes only egged him on further.

“Yes...” she whispered, her generous chest heaving with each breath. “Treat me like a bad girl, Mr. Parker. I want you to...”

Not able to take it anymore, Peter pulled the voluptuous teenager over to the computer desk and sat her on it facing him, his grip never leaving her scalp. When she was secure, he grabbed and squeezed her soft, ample, luscious tits with his free hand. The entire time, Lauren maintained eye contact with him, her dulcet tones encouraging him to their final shared destination.

“Oh, that hurts soooooo good,” she crooned, one hand gripping his wrist and another sliding down her hips to play with her drooling pussy. “You like my titties, Mr. Parker? Do you like squeezing and rubbing on my big, busty boobies? Yeah, you totally do! That's why you really married your wife... isn't it, tit-man? She's got those fabulous knockers, and you wanted 24/7 access to them!”

“Shut up about my wife!” Peter said, tightening both his grips on Lauren, whose jaw dropped, but otherwise only smirked. He could feel himself getting even harder as the blood pumped furiously through his veins.

"Or what, Mr. Parker?” she returned softly, smiling. “You'll fuck me even harder?”

And that was it. Suddenly he was inside her, buried to the hilt in her steamy clenching slit, pounding away at her as hard and fast as he could. Their mouths were pressed hard together, tongues atangle, and Peter's hand moved from his seductress's scalp down the smoothness of her back to the creamy lushness of her heavenly ass. They made all manner of noises as they worked each other over, each trying to enjoy the other as long and as thoroughly as they could. When Peter got to Lauren's tits he kissed and sucked them like a starving man, eliciting quivers and croons of delight from his pleased mistress as he sampled their soft smooth roundness.

“Suck those titties,” she whispered, even as she gripped his ass and pulled him further into her. “You keep sucking those big soft titties while you pound my hungry pussy! Got it, Mr. Parker?”

Peter's only verbal response was a deep, erotic groan as he sucked her tits even harder and hammered away at their intimate connection with even more energy. He couldn't believe this. Twelve hours ago, he'd been a guilt-free, happily married superhero. One Calypso and god-only-knows how many coituses later, he was not only fucking his second mistress in one day, but enjoying the hell out of the entire experience. Lauren's sweet, tight cunt was pure ecstasy to his flesh, and as he felt a wall of cum building to orgasm, he could feel himself starting to tighten up against her.

Lauren felt it too. “Oh god,” she murmured, starting to shake and shiver beneath him. “Are you gonna cum, baby? Are you gonna cum inside my tasty little cunt and fill me up with your thick creamy goodness?” A quiver went through her entire body, and she shook for a moment in his fevered grasp. “Oh, FUCK yes!! Keep pounding that pussy, Mr. Parker! I want every single drop of your hot gooey spooge, even if I have to wring it off your big cock afterward!”

“HAAAH!” Peter exploded, unable to contain himself in any sense of the word at Lauren’s commands. “Ho god!” The eruption was supremely forceful and immensely pleasurable, as he shot wave after wave of his seed into the sweet young body of a woman more than a decade his junior. He could see her pretty face as she mouthed eagerly and dirtily for him to give it to her, but he was beyond hearing anything as he luxuriated in the wave of pleasure overtaking his cock and the rest of his body.

Her smile was all he could see as she threw her head back, her green eyes closed behind her glasses as she shivered and quivered her own way to an orgasm with him. “Oooh, yes, Mr. Parker,” she crooned, going wild at their adulterous connection. Once she settled down, she fixed him with a satisfied smirk. “You’re amazing, just like I knew you would be.”

Peter laughed, enjoying the compliment. “Women’s intuition, I take it?” he asked, starting to look around for his pants.

“You might call it that,” Lauren said, slapping Peter’s ass as he turned around. “At least, I was told by another woman that you knew how to please.”

Peter froze, his stomach suddenly lurching. His spider sense wasn’t going off, though he couldn’t be sure if the toxins Calypso had hit him with had worn off yet. “And, uh, who would that be?” he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“That’d be me, Peter.”

And Peter turned, even as the familiarity of the voice cut through his hearing and made his heart jump into his throat. He knew who he’d find standing behind Lauren, at the entrance of the room, but he still couldn’t believe she’d be there. But there she was, leaning restfully in the doorway, a knowing smile playing across her lips, her dark eyes and soft brown hair as fetching as ever. Her arms crossed just beneath the lushness of her generous chest, emphasized nicely under her blouse.

“It looks like you now know my niece here almost as well as you’ve ever known me.”

It was Betty Brant, a friend and one of his ex-girlfriends. And her smile left no question about what she was here for.

“Oh, hell,” Peter breathed, knowing things had just gotten even more complicated.
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