New Avengers: Return of the Purple Man

One Month after the Breakout

“A whole week,” Peter exclaims to his wife.

With a soft laugh and a grin that she knows her husband is helpless against, MJ Watson-Parker responds “Now Tiger, it’s not that long. Besides, you’ll be so busy with your new play buddies you won’t even miss me.”

With the speed of a spider striking, Peter Parker (a.k.a. Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man) grabs his wife around the waist, pulling her close to him.

“You know I always miss you,” he says, trying to distract her from the packing he walked in on 10 minutes ago.

“Ahhh, honey, it goes with the territory. I have to put up with worrying about Norman Osborn tossing your body around Manhattan; you have to put up with the drama of being married to an actress.”

With a press of her lips against his, she explains further, “Besides, it’s not my fault. The producers of this play I’m in say that the owners requested we be segregated from our outside lives the week before the play starts, that way we concentrate on our acting, not which super-villain our husbands may or may not be fighting at night. Though, I really think I’m the only one with that problem.”

“I know, I know! Life of a celebrity, but your week hasn’t started just yet, has it?”

Mary Jane knows that look on Peter’s face. It’s that damn boy next door puppy dog eye look that is her only weakness.

“Mmmmmm, I guess not,” she says, giving his lower lip a little nibble as she thinks of the perfect way to tease him. “What did you have in mind? How about Ice Cream!” she exclaimed. “I could really use some ice cream right now.”

Peter picks his wife up in his arms, walks over to their bed and deposits her roughly onto the mattress with a toss, “Not quite the sweetness I had in mind right now.”

As he lays his beautiful wife down against the mattress, he soaks in every aspect of her. Her red hair always smells alluringly like strawberries, but her perfume is always musky and sexy. Peter tastes her mint breath as his tongue explores her mouth, and both of them release soft moans that accentuated their kiss.

“My God he’s insatiable”, MJ thinks as their bodies start to press together, allowing her to feel his bulge against her belly. “He’s going to be the death of me”.

It was just 24 hours ago she was in this same predicament. Her husband returned from a night of wall-crawling full of energy and needed release. He always looked to his wife, not that she ever really minded. She was always the party girl, and if the truth were known, a little insatiable herself.

It didn’t hurt that both of them have bodies that scream to the other. Mary Jane is a statuesque woman straight out of every man’s fantasy. She’s 5’10 and 115 lbs of muscle, breast, and bootie. Her flat stomach and small waist is just the right touch to help accentuate the 32 D breasts she invested in and ass that made J-Lo’s head turn.

Peter, on the other hand, is just what she wanted, the all-American face with a strong physique that she could thank a radioactive spider for. If she ever compares him to someone famous, she tells her friends that Brad Pitt in “Troy” has nothing on him.

Each of them feels each other’s heat as their hands quickly strip off each other’s clothes, tossing them off uncaringly into the air. Finally all that remains is MJ in her white lace bra, hiding nothing of her nipples, and a lace thong that rides so high on her hips that only seconds ago the straps were viewable from her low hip-hugger jeans.

Peter doesn’t even bother taking her bra off; he wants her breasts in his mouth now. He takes each arm strap, lowering it off her shoulder with a trail of kisses to follow, only to then move down to her chest. With soft fingers, he slowly lowers the lace below the large, firm mounds before taking them into his hands, squeezing them around his face as he licks down their valley.

MJ gasps in pleasure as her hands move into his hair, feeling his mouth start to devour her fleshy tits. She squirms underneath him as he presses his fingers in deep to the mammary, his warm mouth now suckling upon her nipples, pinching them with his teeth protected behind his lips, and then letting his tongue snake out to circle each one. She her nails and drags them along his back, leaving red marks in each hand’s trail. In a rush of pleasure she reaches down to his strong side abdominals and squeezes hard.

Peter knows his wife doesn’t need a lot of foreplay. There are times a squeeze of her thigh is all it takes and she would pounce him faster than Kraven the Hunter. This time was no different, and with the scrape of her fingers down his back he knew she was ready for more. Slowly, he moves down her body with his mouth while not letting her breasts out of his touch, continuing to roughly massage them while his mouth caresses every inch of her flat tummy. Finally making his way to her waist, he kisses just on the outside of her panties, keeping as close to her sensitive sex as he can without actually touching it.

This is enough to send MJ into ecstasy. As much as she hates foreplay, she loves to be teased. The feeling of Peter’s strong hands on her breasts and soft lips and tongue teasing the inside of her thighs make her beg for more.

“Please, Tiger…” her voice trembles as she tries to catch her breath, “…devour me; I need to cum badly”

Her hands move to his hair as her thighs widen for him. She feels his fingers pressing against the side of her panties, just moving them out of the way before his tongue starts to lap at her petals, collecting all the dew as it forms from her excitement. She feels him moan against her clit as he suckles it in his mouth while.

As Peter moves his head from side to side, the feelings inside MJ build. He starts to eat her out like an animal, tongue twirling at her clit, interrupted only by the hard kisses against the sensitive nub. As her breath hardens, her body tenses. Pulling up her legs, she rests her feet upon Peter’s shoulders while her hands dig into the covers. Her moans are now screams of pleasure as she feels her husband’s mouth draining her body of the resistance to burst.

Finally her stomach tightens as she feels his teeth lightly scrape over her clit and she explodes in orgasm, looking down at her husband with the look of a sexual demon as the waves of pleasure surge over her.

Peter looks straight into his wife’s eyes. His pride soars as his mouth brings her to orgasm. He grins as she squirms against the bed, her body convulsing beneath his touch. Peter can feel her hands moving down to his cheeks, caressing his face.

MJ guides his body on top of hers, moaning into his kiss when Peter leans down and takes her mouth passionately. His mouth still shimmers with her juices, but she doesn’t mind. She just dances her tongue with his while she feels his hips move into position between her thighs.

His hands reach for her fingers caressing his face. Wrapping his fingers around hers, he her hands above her head, stretching her body out underneath him.

Mary Jane fidgets beneath Peter. She loves it when he holds her down like this. He’s a strong man, and this doesn’t let her forget it. Her breasts rise and fall with each hard breath she takes while being captive to her husband’s desires, the one captivity she never wanted rescued from.

Peter feels MJ’s scream into their kiss as his prick starts to pierce her insides. Just as big as the rest of his genetically altered muscles, Peter’s penis is long, thick, and always filled her completely. His wife is wet and ready for him, her walls hot and tight, but well lubricated with her own juices. He strokes in and out of her slowly at first with long movements that almost bring his cock out of her each time, only to push it all the way back in.

Peter always has to stay in control, but at times like this it was hard. He can throw a person through a brick wall, but he didn’t want that person to be his wife in the middle of making love. Fortunately she is resilient, and soon he is pounding into her with full hard motions.

Mary Jane’s sex erupts around her husband’s cock. Orgasm after orgasm spills over her as her body responds to this pleasure. Her breath is taken away as his thrusting movements soak her pussy more with each thrust. She feels his raw power blasting between her wide open thighs as he dives into her deeper, faster, harder with his prick.

”OH GOD!!” she screams. “I need you to cum for me, Peter!”

Peter looks down into her eyes, grinning as evilly as a superhero can as just now his heart starts to feel the pressure of their cardiovascular workout, “You know it doesn’t work that way.”

He’s right, and God, she loves it. He doesn’t just have the strength of a beast of nature, he has the stamina too. In the old days, he went for hours upon hours without release, bringing MJ to the point of the ultimate pleasurable exhaustion. After time, they figured out that if Pavlov can make a dog drool, MJ can make Peter cum.

And with that, MJ grabs her husband’s shoulders. Feeling like she has the power, although knowing in the back of her mind he’s letting her, MJ forces her husband onto his back without taking his precious cock from inside her. Once on top, she pivots so she’s facing away from him, giving him a prime view of her pert ass. Slowly she starts stroking his cock with her cunt, moving her hips up and down, every so often dropping all the way down. As she grinds into him, she feels his prick pressing up against her cervix. There was no other feeling like having him inside her.

Peter loves this position. The first part of his sexual conditioning by his wife was to give him the beautiful thing in the world to watch while she fucks him. She moves with the motions of a stripper, but still with the charisma of the women he loved. Her ass, his favorite part of her, ripples each time she split herself on his cock. He reaches out, swatting it with his hand, urging her on.

MJ cries out when she feels her husband spank her, only to then feel a second swat against her ass. Moving faster from the spanking, each slap makes her want to cum one more time.

The riding is only the first part of making him finish. Mary Jane’s hands move down to start part two. She cups his balls, giving them firm, rough squeezes while she rides him. With Peter’s powers, his pain threshold is high. Even though this would be uncomfortable for most men, it sent pulses of pleasure through him with each press.

“Oh fuck me, MJ.” He cries out, feeling her soft hand. “Harder… oh God... harder!”

MJ responds to her husband’s request. Her thighs start to burn as she sheathes herself upon his cock, feeling her breasts rise and fall with each motion. The red head’s pleasure continues as she feels her self releasing yet again. As her pussy drenches her husband’s cock, MJ tenses her hand around her husband’s jewels, squeezing them with a strong force and digging her well-manicured fingernails into his sack.

Finally, Peter starts to feel his own orgasm become eminent. He pushes up into his wife time and again. With a few hard strokes, Peter’s cum spurts into her inner cavity. The motions of MJ’s hips milk his cock of each drop till finally MJ falls backward onto her husband’s chest. Their hips glide continue to glide into each other as Peter reaches up and turns her cheek to his mouth, They kiss each other in deeply as Peter’s arms wrap around his wife’s belly and Mary Jane’s arms move upwards to cradle his head.

As the sounds in the room slowly drop down, they both just breathe. MJ slides herself from on top of her husband’s manhood, finding her spot in the crook of his shoulder at his side. They lay there enjoying each other, two lovers just in love.

Three hours later…..

MJ glows as she steps off the elevator. The Ritz Carlton is just two streets down from Avenger’s Tower. She isn’t sure it is really going to be much different though. The Tower is like living inside a dream for her. While she didn’t mind the domestic life her and Peter had in the old apartment, it never felt right to her. She is a girl and wants to be pampered! With Jarvis around the Tower with the rest of the staff, she is definitely getting used to the easy life.

Continuing to daydream, she walks down the hallway and checks each door for her room number At the end of a long hallway she reached a solitary door with no other doors around it.

“WOW!” she though, “They hooked us up!”

Using her passkey, she walks into the door of the luxury suite. The room is amazing, at least this room was. She only sees the common areas with three doors connecting to what MJ assumes are all the bedrooms. In the middle of this room is a huge circular seating area with a marble table in the middle. On one end of the room is an entertainment area with plasma TV and stereo system, while on the other end stood the kitchen and bar area.

It was at the end with the bar that MJ saw her cast-mates gathered.

She steps towards them, “Hey gang, what’s going on?”

Slowly, they all turn to her. The expressions on their face completely still as they spread apart, starting to encircle her. In the middle of where they were standing, a solitary figure stands.

MJ gasps, “Who... who are you?”

The man is well dressed and fairly good-looking, with the exception of the purplish tint of his skin. He answers her question with an evil grin, “All in good time, MJ. For now, you can call me Master.”

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Again, special thanks to Ophelia for helping me by beta'ing this. If there are still mistakes in the grammar, don't blame her, she had a tough assignment with me :)

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