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One would think that, after years and years, Peter Parker would have gotten used to being unlucky and finding himself forced to come up with solutions to the misfortune that plagued him. It had always been that way, after all—his life as Spider-Man often clashed with his identity as Peter Parker.

But this time, Spider-Man had nothing to do with it. The bad luck was caused by external factors, which didn’t exactly improve the situation. Over the past year, Peter had been working with Otto Octavius, a brilliant former Oscorp scientist, on the development of cutting-edge prosthetics for war amputees.

It was a job Peter loved, an appreciation that went far beyond the decent paycheck. He felt like he was doing the right thing, helping people in a way that didn’t involve beating up criminals while wearing his costume.

In hindsight, Peter should have known it wouldn’t last long. Fate, disguised as Mayor Norman Osborn, decided to cut the funding for Octavius’s project, effectively causing Peter to lose his job, his income, and his home.

Yes, because Peter was already on thin ice with his landlord, and his inability to pay the next rare rent installment only stirred things up, leading to his eviction in no time.

At that point, Peter had to decide who to turn to for help. He didn’t want to go to Aunt May, even though he knew she would gladly take him in. He would only feel like more of a failure than he already did, forced to return to his aunt because he’d lost his job.

The other alternative was equally unappealing. He could have asked MJ, but there was some tension between them at the moment. His girlfriend had published articles that painted Spider-Man in a negative light, despite knowing how many sacrifices he made.

Peter didn’t care about the success those articles might bring her; they felt like a mockery of him and everything he’d done to keep people safe. As a result, asking MJ to take him in was out of the question.

Running out of ideas and resigning himself to the possibility of sleeping on a rooftop in his Spider-Man suit, it was his friend and protégé, Miles, who came to his rescue in a decisive way.

Peter told him what had happened, venting a little. Miles was a very understanding guy, easy to talk to because he listened as long as needed before offering his opinion.

“Man, Peter, that’s really rough,” Miles said with a grimace. “I don’t get it—why would Osborn cut funding for such an important project?” Miles was asking questions Peter had already asked himself, and to which he’d come to a conclusion. “Power plays,” Peter said, shaking his head as he looked at the Hudson River below them.

“Listen, Pete…” Miles began hesitantly, “you can’t sleep on a rooftop, man. It’s not good for you, and imagine what people would think if they found out Spider-Man is a homeless guy sleeping on building rooftops? You know I moved out recently for college, and I’d let you stay with me if I didn’t have roommates, but… why don’t you take my old room?”

The proposal made Peter frown. He knew Miles used to live in Harlem, a decent neighborhood to live in, actually. “Your room? Are you sure? Isn’t your mom there?” Peter recalled Miles talking about her, Rio Morales.

“Yeah, but Mom will be fine with it, don’t worry. I’ll convince her. Move in there, so you can wait for a good job offer instead of being forced to take the first one that comes along,” Miles persuaded him, making Peter sigh.

“I think you’re right, Miles,” Peter said, his expression softening into a grateful smile. “Thanks, Miles, really.” Miles shook his head and waved a hand dismissively. “No need to thank me. I know you’d do the same if the roles were reversed. Got everything in that backpack?” he asked, noticing the fairly full backpack on Peter’s shoulders, to which Peter nodded.

“Alright, I’ll call Mom to explain the situation, and then we’ll head over there, okay?” Miles stepped away, pulling out his phone, leaving Peter alone but hopeful. The first problem, perhaps, was solved.

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Rio Morales had always been proud to say she helped those in need. So when, a few weeks earlier, her son Miles told her that his friend Peter needed a place to stay and that he’d offered him his old room, Rio had agreed without hesitation.

But evidently, Rio had forgotten how much inconvenience living with a man who wasn’t part of the family could bring, and how many limitations it placed on the daily life of a Harlem middle school science teacher.

On top of that, there was the (probably unfounded) feeling that Peter Parker wasn’t doing anything to actually change his situation and find a job. He just stayed holed up in his room, acting depressed, then went out at night, God knows where.

Fortunately for him, Rio hadn’t seen any signs that he was drinking or using drugs, or she would have kicked him out in no time, no matter how much he needed a place to stay.

As the days passed, that discomfort grew in Rio. Peter wasn’t like Miles, who was off at college. He was a grown man who should have been able to take care of himself instead of relying entirely on Rio, who, with her teacher’s salary, wasn’t exactly swimming in money.

So, one day, Rio decided she’d had enough and that it was time to give Peter Parker a wake-up call. With determined, quick steps, Rio headed to Miles’s room—now Peter’s room—and opened the door, ready to yell at him to make him understand it was time to get moving and stop staying cooped up in the room.

But the words never left her mouth. The reason? Well, it was simple enough. In front of Rio, Peter was lying down, eyes closed, completely naked, with the biggest cock Rio had ever seen hidden between his hands.

Every thought of scolding him vanished from Rio’s mind as her pussy grew wet in her panties at the sight before her eyes. The Puerto Rican MILF had noticed Peter was a handsome guy, but she hadn’t thought he was such a stud (even thinking the word embarrassed her). She couldn’t help but be completely stunned by the cock in front of her and couldn’t resist the temptation to get closer, revealing her presence to Peter.

“M-Mrs. Morales,” he said, caught off guard, looking at her with a mix of shock and excitement that made her panties even wetter, in a way that made Rio think she’d probably have to throw them out.

“Peter, how dare you?” she asked, making him pale. “Mrs. Morales, you see… I…” he stammered, but then Rio finished her sentence. “How dare you hide such a marvel from the eyes of your landlady?” she asked with pure wonder in her tone.

Color rushed back to Peter’s face, going from pale to bright red at her words, his cock, hard as marble, twitching forcefully. Peter seemed about to say something else, but Rio placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

“You see, Peter, I came in here because I was tired of you staying here doing nothing,” her words made him blush, this time from embarrassment, which was good—at least he recognized the problem. “But now I realize there’s something you can do in exchange for your stay in this house, and that’s to satisfy me with that huge cock, alright?” She smiled at him hungrily, a smile that only widened when Peter nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Rio said simply, before opening her lips and taking his tip into her mouth. Within seconds, it was already a challenge for Rio—Peter’s cock was incredibly large. Rio was a woman who had neglected her sex life since her husband’s death, so she was “out of practice,” so to speak. Add to that the fact that Peter’s cock was much bigger than any she’d ever experienced… well, it’s no surprise Rio was struggling a bit, right?

As she sucked the tip, her right hand began stroking him into her mouth. That wasn’t exactly easy either—Peter’s cock wasn’t just long, it was thick, and her fingers barely touched due to its girth.

But that, instead of being a problem, only fueled Rio’s excitement. The science teacher loved the feeling, the taste of Peter’s precum mixed with the strong scent of his natural musk, which was almost hypnotic. And above all, she loved feeling a hard cock pulsing in her mouth.

It had been so many years, yet in no time, Rio regained her confidence—it all felt incredibly natural. Soon, Peter stopped being passive, placing a hand on her head and gently moving it up and down his cock. He didn’t force her to go too deep, thankfully, because Rio knew she’d never be able to deepthroat a cock like that, and she wasn’t sure any woman in the world could.

But feeling more and more of his cock sliding toward her throat made her insanely aroused, forcing her to quickly take off her pants and panties without even looking and start touching herself to relieve the heat she felt down there.

But Peter stopped her. “No,” he said simply, with a stern look. “Only I touch that pussy. Keep sucking and wait—your moment will come.” In any other situation, Rio would have been furious, probably yelling at him for the audacity of giving her orders. But in that exact moment, a gush of juices left her pussy, dripping onto the wooden floor.

A small part of Rio wondered if the inevitable stain that would appear could be cleaned, but the rest of her lustful mind eagerly welcomed the possibility of a permanent mark, a reminder in that room of how much she loved sucking the cock of a virile man like her son’s friend, Peter Parker.

At that point, Rio decided to alternate between sucking his cock and kissing his balls, an initiative that Peter welcomed with joy, groaning, “Yes! That’s how it’s done.” When she licked and kissed his balls, the scent of his musk became even stronger, and her science teacher mind wondered if it was all normal. It seemed much stronger than that of an average man.

If only she knew the truth about Peter, Rio would probably have been thrilled at the chance to study how the bite of the radioactive spider that made him Spider-Man seemed to affect his sexual characteristics as well, but that wasn’t the case.

Instead, Rio just inhaled and licked, growing more aroused with every moment she spent on her knees in front of a man nearly twenty years younger than her.

Her efforts seemed to pay off because as soon as Rio returned her mouth to his cock after worshipping his balls for a while, Peter’s hands went back to her head, holding it still, making her eyes widen in surprise. Within seconds, Rio felt her mouth fill with warm liquid that slid straight down her throat as she swallowed and swallowed, loving everything Peter was doing to her.

In a matter of seconds, Rio decided that Peter Parker’s cum was her new favorite drink, but now she wanted more. Her pussy was begging for relief, and Rio Morales, the moment she saw that Peter’s cock was still hard as marble when it left her mouth, decided categorically:

It was time to get her brains fucked out.

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Peter knew he should feel guilty. Not only had he been crashing in Miles’s room for weeks, but now he’d even had his cock sucked by his mother. But no matter how hard he tried, all he could feel was euphoria and lust.

The truth was, ever since he was bitten by that radioactive spider, Peter’s libido had skyrocketed to astronomical levels. Especially during his teenage years, it had caused more than one awkward situation at school that Peter had to cover up, both figuratively and literally.

That was why, despite having just released what felt like a liter of cum into Rio Morales’s hungry mouth, Peter was still rock hard. It usually took at least three orgasms for his member to finally leave him alone, at least temporarily. That was exactly why he’d been masturbating before being interrupted.

Fortunately, he had a very aroused woman to help him. Rio Morales was a vision in that moment, with smudged makeup and traces of cum around her lips, where some of his seed had escaped.

If Rio was aware of her appearance, she didn’t care, because instead, she stood up and straddled him, spreading her thighs to settle into a stable position. The same hand that had stroked him in her mouth earlier found his cock again, adjusting its angle to guide it to her pussy.

When his cock entered Rio’s pussy, Peter couldn’t help but notice how wet she was. And then, when she started bouncing on him, he realized how tight she was too. For a mother, and therefore a woman far from being a virgin, Rio was incredibly tight, creating a heavenly sensation for his cock, which was gripped by her inner walls.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Rio kept repeating like a mantra as she bounced up and down. Peter couldn’t resist the temptation to pull up her shirt, an action she didn’t resist, freeing her breasts into the air. They were incredible too—large and firm, they made Ben and May Parker’s nephew’s mouth water.

By now, Peter was letting instinct guide him, and that same instinct led him to take Rio’s nipples into his mouth, sucking them like a child would. Truth be told, it wasn’t exactly easy to do given how Rio was riding him, but in the end, Peter made it work.

And it was an incredible sensation. Peter had recognized from the start that Rio was a beautiful woman, but wow, she was so much more. She was some kind of seductive sex goddess, and the fact that her sex life had clearly been neglected drove him to give his all to blow her mind with pleasure.

With his hips, well-trained after years of fighting criminals, he effortlessly matched her movements, thrusting his cock upward every time Rio lowered herself onto him, then pulling back as she rose.

The two fell into a pleasurable, almost mechanical rhythm without stopping. Peter couldn’t help but compare what he was doing with her to what he’d done with MJ for years. As much as it pained him to admit, sex with Rio was far better, especially compared to the sex he’d had with his girlfriend recently (was she still his girlfriend? Peter wasn’t sure, honestly).

Sex had become a sort of duty for Mary Jane, something she didn’t really enjoy, and in the end, it made Peter not enjoy it either. Sure, he reached orgasm, but having a woman screaming in pleasure beneath (or above, in this case) you isn’t the same as fucking a woman whose eyes seem to say, “So, are you done?” For the rest, Peter decided he wouldn’t compare their bodies—neither of them deserved that, despite everything.

“Like it, Rio?” he asked between sucks. “Am I still the guy who annoys you by staying cooped up in his room doing nothing?” Peter knew he was, actually, but they could probably cross out the “annoys you” part. The only thing he was breaking in that moment was Rio’s mind, burying her under such an amount of pleasure it overwhelmed her.

“You… ah, ah… you’re not a b-boy,” Rio gasped, barely managing to finish the sentence. “Oh, we definitely agree on that,” Peter concurred. “I’m a man, and I take what I want, and right now, what I want is you.”

Catching her by surprise, Peter lifted her into his arms, interrupting her riding rhythm and standing up. With a kick, he reopened the bedroom door and started moving around the house, his cock still buried in Rio’s wet pussy.

Peter fucked her in every room: in the kitchen, pressed against the counter; on the couch, risking staining the white leather with Rio’s juices; in the bathroom, against the window overlooking the street; and finally, even against the front door, with Rio peeking through the peephole to see if any neighbors might hear her cries of pleasure.

The thrill of the exhibitionist risk pushed Rio over the edge, making her come with a loud scream on his cock. Her walls tightening around him sent Peter over the edge too, and the secret hero filled her pussy to the brim, once again emptying the contents of his balls into one of the holes of his friend Miles’s mother.

But it wasn’t over yet.

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Rio’s mind was now irreparably drowned in lust. It was a miracle she even remembered her name as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. Vaguely, she registered being in someone’s arms, a pair of strong hands holding her by the thighs.

As the overloaded mind of the dark-haired science teacher tried to regain clarity, Rio was put back on her knees, just as she had been earlier when she couldn’t resist the massive cock she’d seen in front of her the moment she entered Peter Parker’s room.

That same Peter Parker, in that moment, aimed his still-hard cock (how was he doing it? Had he taken something? It wasn’t normal to stay hard this long after two massive orgasms) at her face and began masturbating.

If she’d been lucid enough, she might have wondered what he was doing, but in that moment, all she could do was gaze at him with doe eyes, moaning softly as she offered her face.

Instinctively, her body understood what Peter wanted and was working to give it to him: her face to mark, once and for all, with his hot seed.

Peter’s hand on his cock was a dark blur, moving at lightning speed, producing wet sounds from his own juices coating his member.

“You’re going to take my cum on your face,” Peter said, panting, as the lustful part of Rio buzzed with approval. “And you’ll keep it there for today, hmm, got it?” Peter asked, making her nod slowly, as if drunk on lust.

Peter kept masturbating for what must have been minutes but felt like seconds to Rio, until, with a loud groan, her guest’s balls—the guy who’d taken her son’s bedroom—contracted, and his massive cock released one last, powerful stream of cum that landed on her face, coating it in its warmth.

Rio had already felt it in her two holes, her mouth and her pussy, but seeing it with her own eyes, jet after jet covering her face with viscous seed, was far more striking. Once again, the scientific part of Rio’s overloaded mind couldn’t help but wonder if there was something unusual about Peter Parker.

But the rest of her mind and body joyfully welcomed any oddity about Peter. Her guest wasn’t as useless or a waste of space as she’d initially thought. If he couldn’t pay rent with money, maybe there was indeed something else he could give her.

And Rio, with a breathless voice, made sure to make that clear as she licked his cock clean of the remaining cum. “I think… I think we can come to an agreement about your stay here, Peter,” she said between licks.

“Hmm, oh yeah?” he replied with a low groan, clearly enjoying her tongue on his cock once again. “I’m all ears.” But before he could continue talking, Peter guided her back to sucking his cock up and down, cutting off her chance to continue the conversation.

But that wasn’t a problem. It was clear Peter understood what Rio meant, and he was fine with it. This would be Rio’s new life, with a massive cock to worship day and night. And it seemed damn spectacular.

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And so it was for Rio. With a house just for the two of them seven days a week (except for those rare moments when Miles came back from college to visit), Peter and Rio put their new agreement into practice with great joy.

Peter paid his rent in orgasms, essentially, and unlike when he had to pay his old landlord with money, he’d suddenly become a diligent and punctual “payer.”

There wasn’t a day when Peter didn’t make her faint from pleasure, especially before going out at night. To Peter's delight, she never asked where he went in the evenings, because she had more important things to think about, like worshipping his cock and recovering from the intense fucks he gave her.

She and Peter christened every corner of the house, every piece of furniture in every room, and it was damn thrilling for the Puerto Rican MILF who, after years without a sex life, was making up for lost time with interest.

And as much as she knew, deep down, that she should feel guilty for what she was doing—for being a widow and mother fucking a man only a few years older than her son—Rio couldn’t feel even the slightest bit of guilt.

Every time her traitorous mind tried to make her feel guilty, pushing her to question herself, Peter’s cock took care of putting her back on her knees, praying and thinking only of pleasure.

And so, what had started as a novelty—having a guest in the house—became routine. If Peter had made a half-hearted attempt to find a new place before, given his lack of money, now he didn’t even try by mistake. Why would he look for a new home when he had a gorgeous MILF to satisfy?

And this is how Spider-Man, New York’s great hero, permanently moved from his Chinatown apartment to Harlem, winning over a beautiful Puerto Rican woman along the way.

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No matter how many years she had passed in the future (which was now her present, a decidedly frightening present that she still didn’t fully understand, yet), Peggy Carter retained the mindset she had carried with her from the War.

More specifically, Captain Carter was, as her name suggested, an army captain. As such, every time she led a mission, she set herself a dual objective, to be achieved at all costs: complete the mission and bring home the men and women under her command safe and sound.

Of course, life isn’t kind enough to allow that to happen every time without exception, but that didn’t stop Peggy from giving everything she had to ensure no family had to mourn a loved one, or that no soldier was injured so severely that their life was changed forever.

When she awoke in the present and Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., put her in charge of a team of superheroes, Peggy continued to apply that mindset without exception. Especially when, very soon, she found herself leading kids rather than experienced spies, like Wanda Maximoff, a girl they had saved from the cruel clutches of Hydra, and Peter Parker, Spider-Man, a boy Tony had brought along.

And it was this boy who caused deep turmoil in the heart of America’s first super-soldier. It was supposed to be a simple mission: clear out one of the last remaining Hydra bases and return to the Avengers Compound in time for the pizza night Tony had organized (the son of her old friend Howard had an unusual addiction to Luigi’s pizza, the pizzeria on Fifteenth Street).

As usual, fate was not kind to them. One of Hydra’s men, who, judging by his suit, must have been high-ranking, threw a vial at Spider-Man, which shattered upon impact, covering him in a strange liquid.

Peggy was surprised, especially because she knew Peter had what he called his "spider-sense," which made her wonder if it had failed somehow. Those few seconds of hesitation proved to be a curse because, as Peter fell to his knees, the man who had thrown the strange substance took advantage of the moment to use the classic cyanide capsule implanted in his tooth and kill himself before they could ask the questions needed to understand what he had just done to Peter.

When she saw Peter’s condition (evident even though his entire trembling body was covered by his suit), Peggy didn’t hesitate this time. She scooped him up effortlessly and carried him out to the Quinjet they had arrived in.

The return trip was a race against time because, for all Captain Carter knew, Peter could be on the verge of a heart attack, or the substance could cause his system to collapse. "Prevention is better than cure," as the saying goes, and Peggy had always acted according to that philosophy.

Fortunately, according to Tony and Bruce’s initial examinations of an unconscious Peter, the problem wasn’t serious enough to endanger his life. Unfortunately, his condition was peculiar and needed to be monitored in a safe place while Tony and Bruce worked on a cure.

As a woman born in the 1920s, Peggy couldn’t help but blush when they explained what the strange substance had actually done to Peter. Essentially, it was supposed to increase the levels of sex hormones, particularly testosterone, in the recipient for a short period—hours or, at most, a day—for a normal man.

The problem, however, was exactly that: Peter was anything but a normal man. His DNA, irreversibly altered by the radioactive spider that bit him, had bonded with the new substance absorbed through his skin and entered his system, causing a strange reaction, according to Stark. In effect, Peter was now aroused twenty-four hours a day, with no remedy.

It might seem trivial at a glance, but Peggy knew it wasn’t. Especially in her time, when women were still seen by some as objects, inferior to men, Peggy had witnessed how dangerous a man enslaved by his lust could be, both to himself and to others.

For that reason, it was necessary to prevent Peter from acting on it, especially considering the powers he possessed, which would make him even more dangerous to ordinary women if, consumed by lust, he decided he needed relief and forced himself on someone.

Moreover, they were doing it for him too, as she’d said. Peggy wouldn’t allow such a young man, with his whole life ahead of him and so selfless, to stain his life forever with the knowledge of having become a rapist.

So, with the combined efforts of Peggy and Tony, Peter was taken to one of Tony’s safe houses, completely isolated from civilization in a forest in Montana. The house was perfectly furnished with every comfort and so far from any form of life that, even if Peter somehow managed to escape, he couldn’t harm anyone.

With Tony and Bruce working on a cure, however, Peggy felt somewhat useless at that moment. So, of her own accord, she volunteered to guard the safe house in case Peter needed anything or if intervention was required to resolve any issues.

It was a way to make amends, even if only slightly, for her mistake. Peggy blamed herself, of course, for everything that had happened. If she had been more “heroic,” if she hadn’t been caught off guard, perhaps Peter wouldn’t be confined to a bed, his body burning with suppressed lust.

Just watching him caused her physical pain; it was clear how much he was suffering. No one deserved that (Peggy wasn’t the vindictive type), but Peter deserved it least of all. Her heart ached as she watched him writhe, moaning incoherently.

At that point, Peggy made a decision. It was time to atone for her mistake, fully and completely, and try to alleviate, even if just for a moment, the situation affecting Peter. Knowing that the safe house’s cameras were only outside to ensure privacy, and that inside it was just her and Peter, Peggy leaned her shield against the wall, then removed her costume, letting it fall to the floor and standing naked (she never wore underwear beneath it; it was uncomfortable).

Now completely nude, Peggy headed toward the room where Peter lay, ready to give him relief. It was the least Captain Carter could do for her wounded subordinate.

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The situation was even worse than Captain Carter could have imagined. Peter didn’t even react when Peggy opened the door to his room and slipped inside, naked as the day she was born.

Peter’s face was pale, and if Peggy didn’t know better, she might have thought he had a fever, but of course, the problem wasn’t that simple. Despite what Stark and Banner had said, Peggy knew in her heart that she couldn’t just leave him there until they found a cure.

It could take months, and Peter might suffer irreparable mental damage in the meantime. And who better than America’s first super-soldier to handle any impulses from an out-of-control Spider-Man? That, above all, had convinced her, alongside the guilt that what had happened to Peter had occurred under her watch.

The boy (though he was in his twenties to Captain Carter he was a boy, like everyone else, since Peggy had been born over a century earlier) had his eyes closed, but the former American army captain knew full well he wasn’t sleeping—she could see it in the expression on his face.

He was simply there, in a liminal state, not asleep but not truly awake, suffering from what his body was experiencing. Peggy couldn’t help but feel pity for the boy, mixed with deep admiration for the hero before her.

A normal person would have already succumbed to their impulses, deciding to use their powers to find the relief they needed, even by force, but that wasn’t Peter. The boy from Queens was holding on, with every ounce of strength he had. And now it was up to Peggy to make it easier for him.

With steady hands—steadier than her suddenly embarrassed spirit—Peggy removed the blanket covering Peter, fully aware that he was wearing nothing beneath it. She expected his penis to be erect (using scientific terms made it less awkward for Captain Carter), but what caught her off guard was how damn big it was.

Peggy would be lying if she said she hadn’t had her fair share of lovers, both in the old days and now, when women’s sexual lives were far more accepted than they once were. But none of them could compare to what was in front of her. Peter Parker’s cock was a work of art, long and thick, seemingly designed to bring pleasure to women.

Peggy suddenly felt drenched down there, a sensation she rarely experienced, at least not so intensely. The perverse part of Peggy couldn’t help but wonder if Peter was born this way, or rather, if he’d had this cock (she’d settled on calling it that because that was a real cock—calling it a penis would be an understatement) in his teenage years, or if the spider bite, or even more so the Hydra substance, had caused this.

Regardless, every thought Peggy had about what had happened, about the mission and its consequences, vanished from the mind of America’s first super-soldier. Instead, Peggy focused entirely on the cock before her eyes.

Looking at Peter, whose face was still pale with his eyes closed, she said softly, “I hope you like this, Peter,” before wrapping her breasts—her secret weapon with men—around his baseball bat (just thinking of that comparison made her blush).

At that point, Peggy began to jerk him off within the soft prison of her breasts. To an outsider, it might seem like pure altruism, but in truth, Peggy was deriving just as much pleasure, both psychologically (Peter’s cock in her cleavage was making her drip onto the floor) and physically, because, for a super-soldier, Peggy’s breasts had always been incredibly sensitive, something that, strangely, had only been heightened by the serum injected into her.

So Peggy couldn’t honestly say whether Peter or she was receiving more pleasure. Both were panting heavily—Peter incoherently, as he wasn’t fully aware of what was happening, while Peggy did so deliberately. The sensation she was feeling only increased her admiration for Peter: with the arousal she was experiencing at that moment, it was a battle for Peggy to resist the temptation to jump on Peter’s cock and ride it to orgasm. The fact that Peter was managing to resist despite a substance coursing through his body was incredible.

Peggy couldn’t resist the temptation of a small taste of his magnificent cock, though. So, every time his member poked out (which was saying something, given how large Peggy’s breasts were, usually engulfing most cocks placed between them), Peggy stuck out her tongue to at least get a small taste of his tip. Soon, Peter’s size proved so great that it allowed Peggy to nearly take him down her throat while continuing to fuck her breasts.

His taste was intoxicating, almost like a drug, and it only made Peggy more aroused. Perhaps that had been Hydra’s plan—to create a substance that could turn one of their own into a stallion with an enormous cock no woman could resist. If instead of Peter, the stallion had been a Hydra man unleashed against them… well, even Peggy was struggling to resist, so younger girls would clearly have been easy prey.

But thankfully, it was Peter, Peggy couldn’t help but think as she worshipped his cock with her tongue and breasts. With him, Peggy could let herself go and, who knows, maybe she’d get the first fuck that would blow her mind since becoming a super-soldier.

It was surprising how hard it was to find a man who could fully satisfy her after she’d been injected with the serum that made her a superwoman. As Peggy pondered the consequences of her decision to become a super-soldier on her sex life, Peter’s cock regained her attention, beginning to pulse strongly in an almost hypnotic way.

And so, within a few seconds, Peter Parker released his first load of the day, a rather large one given his abstinence from orgasm over the past few days in isolation, covering Peggy Carter’s, the super-soldier and leader of the Avengers, face and large breasts.

And Peggy loved it like never before.

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It was as if Peter had been in a dark room for ages, and someone had finally turned on the light. One moment he was on the verge of passing out on the Avengers’ Quinjet, and the next he was lying on a bed, completely naked, and… was that Captain Carter in front of him, with his cock between her breasts?

“Captain, what…?” Peter tried to ask, the lingering headache making it hard to focus fully. “Peter,” she smiled at him, as if the fact that he’d just come on her face and chest was perfectly normal. Was this a dream?

“You’re finally awake,” she continued. “What do you remember about what happened?” Captain Carter kept lightly stroking him as she asked the question, just enough to give him pleasure without reducing him to a babbling mess. “Hmm,” Peter groaned, finding it hard to recall, as if he’d just woken up after one of those college nights when his friends dragged him out drinking.

“I think… we were at that Hydra base, right?” he asked, confused, receiving a nod in return. “That man… he threw something at me,” the brown-haired boy pieced together, remembering the vial that had been hurled at him.

“Yes, Peter,” Captain Carter said. “Tony and Bruce discovered that the substance was meant to turn you into a lustful, virile mess,” she winked at the word “virile,” “for a limited time. But, bonding with your special DNA, well… here we are,” the Avengers’ leader finished with a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Just my luck,” Peter muttered before continuing, “Is that why you’re doing… this, Captain?” The New York hero’s cheeks flushed, suddenly unable to say the word “handjob,” which was exactly what Peggy Carter, one of the world’s most famous heroines, was giving him.

The lustful part of Peter whispered that maybe what had happened to him wasn’t so bad. The boy from Queens had always had deep admiration for Captain Carter, which soon, when he worked under her command, blossomed into a small crush.

It wasn’t surprising, after all. Peggy Carter embodied all the values Peter hoped to possess someday: heroism, courage, generosity. And even now, with his hard cock in her hand, she was proving it, going so far as to jerk him off just to give him some relief. That woman was incredible, Peter thought—she was truly a superwoman, and the super-soldier serum had nothing to do with that definition.

“In part, yes,” Captain Carter replied. “But first of all, call me Peggy, please. I think we’re well past formalities.” Peggy’s smile was sweet, and it strangely made Peter’s cock twitch. “To answer your question, well, yes, that’s partly true. You’ve held up well, but over time, there was a risk that, while Tony and Bruce worked on a cure, you might become so consumed by lust that you’d decide to force yourself on someone. That’s why we brought you to a safe place,” she explained, which made sense.

“But I couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself,” she continued. “You were hit under my command, so it was my responsibility to make sure nothing happened to you, Peter,” she explained logically—or at least, logically for her lust-addled brain.

“With me, Peter, you don’t need to hold back. Unleash all that lust you’ve been suppressing, which brought you to the brink of a coma. Use this super-soldier however you want.” Peter was left breathless by her offer. This had to be a dream: Peggy Carter was offering herself to him, completely?

The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man would love to say he resisted, that he was the gentleman he always was and told Peggy it wasn’t necessary. But the truth was, even without that substance, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist. When a woman like Peggy Carter offers herself to you, you accept—there’s no other way.

And Peter did, almost desperately, nodding vigorously and eliciting a smile from Peggy. “Good, because I have a little gift for you… have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?” At the former army captain’s question, Peter’s cock grew even harder, if that was possible.

Sure, Peter had done anal before, though it had been a few years since the last time (God, he missed Felicia), but doing it with Captain Carter? He didn’t know what to say. So, he said nothing, simply standing up and using his strength—strength he usually held back, even when fighting criminals—to pick her up and turn her over, putting her on all fours on the bed.

Peggy let out an excited moan when he did, as Peter moved closer to her mouth. “I need more lubrication,” he told her, and Peggy provided it immediately, starting to drool over his cock, taking it deep into her throat. How was Peggy Carter such a queen of deepthroating? Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

When she was done, releasing his slick cock with an excited smile, Peter returned the favor, lubricating her anus with his tongue. “Oh, Peter, yes, fuck,” hearing a curse word come out of Peggy’s usually proper and polite mouth turned him on in an oddly intense way. Maybe that substance was driving him insane.

Peter didn’t rim often—he’d done it a few times with Felicia, who was far more perverse than MJ had ever been—but he found himself loving the sensation of doing it with Peggy. The idea that something as simple as his tongue could make the strong legs of America’s first super-soldier tremble was incredible.

Before he could make her come with his tongue, though, Peter decided the lubrication was enough and moved to the next step, rubbing his cock against her asshole.

And then, with a decisive thrust, Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, slid into the asshole of Captain Carter, the leader of the Avengers.

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It wasn’t the first time Peggy had something in her ass, whether it was cocks or toys (Peggy loved the ingenuity of 21st-century men with their sex toys), but having Peter Parker’s cock inside her was, once again, like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

He was stretching her ass in an almost irreparable way, pushing slowly at first before picking up a steady, fast rhythm when he realized all that came out of Peggy’s mouth were moans of pleasure.

It had been a pleasant side effect of the super-soldier serum: Peggy never felt pain during sex. Whether it was anal, deepthroating, or a pounding in her vagina, Peggy always felt only pleasure.

Of course, the amount of pleasure depended on the partner, both in their endowment and skill, but otherwise, Peggy usually had only good experiences in bed.

But this… this surpassed them all, from the first to the last. Peter Parker seemed possessed, fucking her ass like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Peggy could feel his heavy balls slapping against her pussy below, and the sensation only amplified her pleasure.

It was truly incredible, and guiltily, Peggy found herself wondering if that Hydra substance could be replicated. She wouldn’t mind receiving fucks like this regularly. After all, being the captain of a team of heroes generates stress, and Peggy had quickly learned there was no better way to relieve it than getting her brains fucked out by a big cock.

Meanwhile, Peter’s hands didn’t stay still. His right hand pulled her hair, making her arch her back, while his left began to touch her breasts in a rough way that only made her wetter down there and moan louder. As mentioned before, Peggy’s breasts were very sensitive.

Thankfully, they were in a safe house and not the Avengers Compound. If they had been, Peggy was sure the entire Compound, all those kids she was training to become the “new Avengers,” would have heard her as her brain exploded from the cock of one of their teammates. The thought made her even more aroused. Maybe she really did have a repressed perverse side.

“Tighten that ass around my cock, Captain Carter,” Peter said into her ear, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts in her ass and the roughness of his touch on her nipples. This time, her title of captain was used almost mockingly, like a tease, and Peggy welcomed it with open arms.

The Avengers’ leader began squeezing his cock as much as possible with her internal muscles, all while feeling her orgasm approaching closer and closer. And then, with a scream that echoed through the walls of the house, nearly shaking them with its intensity, Peggy Carter had her first anal orgasm on Peter Parker’s incredible cock.

Collapsing forward, with no energy left in her body, Peggy only vaguely registered Peter’s loud groan as he filled her ass with his cum—at least a liter (or so it seemed) of semen was released into her gaping, sore hole.

Fuck, it was worth it, the former army captain couldn’t help but think as she slowly slipped into the world of dreams.

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The following weeks passed in much the same way, with Peter fucking Peggy relentlessly, turning her more and more into his sex toy, something both of them welcomed.

By now, what they were doing was a bit of an open secret among the rest of the Avengers. Every time Tony or one of the people he sent to check on Peter came by, Peggy received a knowing look. Especially if those people were women, who gave her envious glances as they saw her limping from the intensity of the fucks she was receiving.

It seemed the strength granted to Peter by the radioactive spider bite was enough to exhaust even a super-soldier like Captain Carter.

Peggy at least managed to avoid going crazy enough to stop taking the pill, which was no small feat. Otherwise, Captain Carter risked becoming Mommy Carter. Peter was too virile to shoot blanks into the fertile womb of America’s first super-soldier.

To Peggy’s great surprise and joy, when Peter was given the cure, their life didn’t change much. Sure, Peter could return to the field, but he didn’t stop fucking her like a rag doll, reducing her brain to pieces.

By then, it had become a sort of game between them—the leader rewarding her loyal subordinate for a job well done on a mission. Peggy couldn’t help but smile as she rested her head on Peter’s chest, a particularly perverse thought crossing her mind.

Who knows, maybe she should introduce a few other girls to the wonders of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

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Gwen Stacy’s love life had taken an unexpectedly dull turn. The only daughter of the New York City police captain, George Stacy, was well aware of this fact.

She had always prided herself on her moral superiority over most of the people around her, but now she wasn’t so sure. Gwen was engaged to Harry Osborn, one of the city’s wealthiest bachelors.

What had started as a genuine relationship, however, had turned out to be rather disappointing. There was no passion between Gwen and Harry, and the blonde girl was now with him purely out of opportunism, taking advantage of the opportunities that being the fiancée of Norman Osborn’s son brought with it.

Gwen had studied to become a biochemist, and the chance to do so at Oscorp, Norman’s company, was enough to make her stick around with Harry. This, however, naturally led her to seek ways to at least reignite her sex life.

Gwen had given up on the idea of doing so with Harry. You couldn’t reignite something that had never been there, and Gwen and Harry’s sex life had been nonexistent from the start. But, inadvertently, it was Harry himself who gave her the means to do so by introducing her to one of his closest friends, Peter Parker.

Peter seemed to be the exact opposite of Harry: where Harry appeared somewhat fragile by nature, Peter was muscular; where Harry was colder, Peter was warm. And above all, Gwen and Peter shared a passion for science.

Peter leaned more toward biophysics, but he also had a specialization in biochemistry that made their conversations immensely engaging. Soon, those conversations—whether in person or over the phone—became the only truly interesting part of Gwen’s days.

Can you blame her, then, for developing a slight (well, not so slight) crush on Peter Parker? But you’re probably wondering how this led to the idea that Peter could transform her sex life. Well, it all happened one evening.

Harry had decided to throw a small party at his place, in the grand house owned by his father. There were four of them: Gwen, Harry, Peter, and Peter’s sort-of girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson. Peter had explained that he and MJ, as she was nicknamed, had a kind of open relationship, but Gwen wasn’t entirely familiar with the concept.

The four of them drank a lot of alcohol, enough to shift from formality to the kind of conviviality you’d expect from four old friends, even though they weren’t entirely that (Gwen had only met MJ that evening).

Soon, Harry passed out on the couch, his alcohol tolerance, as usual, quite low. As a result, Gwen excused herself for a moment and decided to take him to bed. It wasn’t as hard as it might seem—Harry wasn’t that heavy, and he was still semi-conscious enough to walk, helping her with the task. The moment his head hit the pillow, Harry began snoring, prompting Gwen to return to the living room.

To her surprise, Gwen found the living room empty. Peter and MJ had vanished, making the blonde wonder if they had left. A quick glance at the coat rack, where their jackets and Mary Jane’s bag still hung, answered her question.

Gwen assumed they were doing something and decided not to disturb them. But as the minutes passed with Peter and Mary Jane still absent, Gwen’s curiosity grew. What the hell were those two doing?

After what felt like an eternity (probably just ten minutes), Gwen decided to go look for them. She did so just in time to see them emerging from one of the guest rooms on the first floor (yes, the house had multiple floors).

Gwen’s jaw dropped at the sight before her. The first to come out was Mary Jane, and wow, she looked like a complete mess. Her makeup was completely smudged, her eyes slightly red, but she had a satisfied smile on her face, like someone who had eaten their fill. The redhead was limping slightly, and at her side appeared Peter, with a smug grin on his face.

Gwen prided herself on being a very intelligent woman (you don’t earn a biochemistry degree without a high IQ), but even if she weren’t, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was in front of her.

Peter had just given Mary Jane Watson a proper fucking—the kind that leaves your mind blown and your legs trembling, making it impossible to sit for the rest of the week.

Gwen had never experienced it firsthand; the sex she’d had in her life had been rather disappointing. But she had seen it in some of her friends. Gwen knew her best friends could be a bit slutty when they wanted to, especially when they went out partying, but she loved them for it. It was refreshing to be around them and not have to be the perfect girl all the time.

Still, Gwen could see the similarity between the look on MJ’s face (who, judging by the smudged makeup, had also gotten a decent throat-fucking) and the one she had often seen on her friends, like Betty or Glory. And, much to her surprise, Gwen found it incredibly arousing. The idea that Peter had fucked the sexy redhead he’d introduced her to that very evening in such a mind-blowing way made her surprisingly wet between her thighs—a sensation she rarely felt with Harry anymore.

As the two returned to the living room, unaware of the blue eyes watching them with lust, Gwen had a sort of mystical revelation about herself. This was what she wanted. Gwen wanted to be fucked like Mary Jane had just been fucked, to scream until her vocal cords hurt, to be filled over and over by a big cock in every hole, and to struggle to even stand up for the next week.

And now, she had proof that Peter Parker was more than capable of giving her what she wanted. All she had to do was find a way to get him.

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Unknown to most (or rather, to everyone except Mary Jane Watson), Peter Parker had two hidden sides he didn’t show the rest of the world. One was, of course, his superhero side: only MJ knew that the famous (or infamous, if you asked Jonah) hero of New York was actually a regular guy named Peter Parker.

The other side, unknown to most, was that Peter was a bit of a ladies’ man. He and Mary Jane had an intentionally open relationship, and his redheaded girlfriend, being bisexual, happily welcomed other women into their bed, even allowing him to sleep with them when she wasn’t around.

As a result, Peter had slept with many women over the years, though none had been as incredible as his girlfriend (whom Peter still considered the best, though he was a bit biased since he loved her) or Felicia Hardy. Though that was something better not mentioned to Mary Jane. The only woman she’d ever been jealous of was the Black Cat, God knows why.

What Peter didn’t know at that moment was that a third woman would soon sneak her way into his heart. For a bit of a playboy, Peter was surprisingly romantic, especially when he and the woman he was sleeping with complemented each other.

It all started one Tuesday afternoon. Peter wasn’t particularly busy at the time: the city was relatively quiet, thanks to the numerous arrests Spider-Man had facilitated, and he didn’t currently have a steady job, though his desk was still piled with contract offers he needed to consider.

So, he had no issue accepting Gwen’s invitation to “discuss a new scientific theory.” Gwen had become a surprisingly close friend to Peter in a short amount of time. He and the blonde shared many interests, and Peter genuinely enjoyed talking to her. He was surprised by himself—he hadn’t expected to become such good friends with Harry’s girlfriend.

As he reflected on this, Peter realized he had already arrived at Gwen’s place, a nice modern apartment in the Upper West Side. It wasn’t his first time there; he’d been over a few times before, but it was the first time they’d be alone, without Harry’s presence.

The realization didn’t faze him as much as it should have, but to be honest, Peter’s friendship with Harry had grown less solid over the years. Harry was starting to take on too many of his father Norman’s traits for Peter’s liking. The values Uncle Ben and Aunt May had instilled in him didn’t align with Harry’s behavior.

Peter shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about his childhood friend, and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, he was greeted by a bright, pearly white smile from the lady of the house.

“Peter, you’re early,” Gwen commented, stepping aside slightly to let him in. “Yeah, I was nearby when you called earlier,” Peter lied. In truth, he’d been at home, lounging on the couch, but it wasn’t hard for Spider-Man to swing across the city.

“Well, I’m glad. I don’t have any plans today, so we can… discuss for a while, if that’s okay with you.” The way she said “discuss” confused him a bit, as if her meaning of the word was very different from Peter’s.

Still, Peter saw no issue with her offer and nodded, adding, “I don’t have any plans either, so… just tell me about this scientific theory you mentioned.” His words sparked a familiar smirk on Gwen’s face, one Peter had often seen on Mary Jane’s, but it quickly softened back into her usual sweet smile.

“Oh, sure, but first I need to change. You got here before I could get properly dressed.” Peter honestly didn’t see anything wrong with what she was wearing (the blonde was in a pink T-shirt and tight jeans), so he didn’t understand why she needed to change, but he wasn’t about to question a woman’s habits in her own home.

“Alright, then, wait here,” Gwen said with her ever-present smile. “I’ll be back soon, and then we can get started.” Again, she put a particular emphasis on “get started,” as if she had something entirely different in mind than what Peter thought was planned for the afternoon. The dark-haired boy wasn’t stupid—he knew there was more to it than Gwen was letting on, but the only way to find out was to let things play out.

In hindsight, Peter scolded himself for not realizing it sooner, as it was pretty obvious in retrospect. But Gwen had an air of apparent innocence, like the good girl next door, which had led the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to underestimate her, assuming their interactions were purely platonic.

Peter had probably also underestimated himself, not realizing in time how attracted he was to his friend Harry’s girlfriend. It was clear that Gwen fit the profile of the kind of girl he liked: sexy, kind, and determined, always ready to take what she wanted.

But at that moment, Peter was completely oblivious, which is why when Gwen emerged from her bedroom a few minutes later and returned to the living room, the Queens boy was utterly stunned.

The police captain’s daughter had indeed changed, as she’d said, into a lab coat. Except it wasn’t exactly the kind of lab coat you’d see at Oscorp or Stark Industries—it was a very short lab coat, several sizes too small for Gwen.

Moreover, the buttons of the lab coat were all undone, revealing a good portion of what was underneath, with Gwen wearing no underwear.

When Peter managed to tear his gaze away from the glimpse of her breasts visible under the lab coat and look back at Gwen’s face, he was met with a smile—very different from the ones she’d given him before, full of mischief and seduction.

“So, Peter, ready to discuss this theory?” At that point, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she really wanted. And Peter, well, he couldn’t refuse.

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Even as she did it, Gwen could hardly believe she’d found the courage to go through with it. Maybe Betty had rubbed off on her, or maybe she was sluttier than she thought, but Gwen had really shown up in front of Peter wearing the lab coat she’d worn at 15 in her high school lab, which was now ridiculously short on her.

But any possible shyness or second thoughts vanished the moment she saw the look on Peter’s face, the spark in his brown eyes. There was a mix of surprise and lust in them, clearly drawn to her body.

“Oh, I’m ready to discuss long and hard, if you catch my drift,” he replied, matching her sexual innuendo for the first time. With a smile, Gwen approached where Peter was sitting on the couch, then sat on his lap, grinding against his obvious erection.

Peter’s cock was clearly massive, judging by the tent in his pants, and Gwen’s bare pussy began dripping juices onto them, surely leaving a stain.

“What’s this, Gwen?” Peter asked, turning serious again. “It’s exactly what it looks like, Peter,” she replied with a smirk. “I saw you the other night, coming out of one of the rooms at Harry’s place with Mary Jane… I saw her limping, like she’d just had the hardest fuck of her life, and I want the same. I want to know what it feels like to squirt, to be completely wrecked by a big cock,” she explained, without a hint of shyness.

“And what about Harry?” he asked, though there was clearly less conviction in his voice than there should have been. “Do you really want to talk about him?” she countered. “If Harry could give me the kind of fuck I need, I wouldn’t be here grinding on you, so it’s his fault for being inadequate,” she said seriously, fully believing every word.

“As you wish,” Peter said, smiling again before placing his hand on her pussy, making her moan. “God, look how wet you are, and we haven’t even started. Harry’s really been neglecting you.”

“Hmm, sex with him isn’t fun. If he wasn’t filthy rich and the son of one of the city’s most important men, I’d have dumped him months ago,” Gwen confessed, moaning as Peter began fingering her.

“No surprise there,” he replied. “It was so obvious even Mary Jane noticed, and she’s oblivious to anything that isn’t me. When we left, she straight-up said, ‘That girl needs a good fuck.’ I didn’t think I’d be the one to give it to you, though,” Peter laughed. The mention of his girlfriend strangely turned Gwen on even more.

“Hmm… will Mary Jane be mad about what we’re doing here?” she asked, more out of curiosity than anything. Even if it did upset her, Gwen wouldn’t stop. She needed this too badly.

“Oh, she will, but not in the way you think,” Peter said, sliding two fingers deeper into her pussy, making her jolt. “She’ll probably be mad she didn’t get to be here to have her pussy licked by you while I fuck you,” he explained with a chuckle. The mental image alone sent a flood of juices from Gwen’s pussy.

“You like that idea, huh, you little slut? You seem so innocent, so perfect, but you’re just as kinky as Mary Jane.” Gwen nodded, agreeing with him, though she probably would’ve nodded even if he’d said the Earth was flat. Her lust was clouding her ability to think.

“Well, we’ll make it happen soon, Gwen, I promise. MJ will love a repressed slut like you.” His words were too much for Gwen, who, with a cry of pleasure, clenched her walls around Peter’s fingers, soaking them and the carpet with her juices.

It was incredible how Peter, with just his fingers, had given her more pleasure than Harry had in months of their already lackluster sex life, which had become completely barren.

And if he could work such magic with his fingers, Gwen couldn’t wait to find out what he could do with the big cock he was hiding in his pants. Peter didn’t make her wait, lifting her from his lap and gently tossing her onto the couch.

Then, the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling and pants dropping greeted a still-panting Gwen, music to her ears, reigniting her arousal despite the orgasm she’d just had.

Gwen was ready for a mind-blowing experience that would make her forget every frustration with her boyfriend, becoming addicted to the cock of Harry’s best friend, Peter Parker.

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Gwen was a wonderful surprise, Peter thought as he slid into her, her wet pussy gripping his cock like a glove. Usually, Peter wasn’t one for surprises, but when they were like this, they were more than welcome.

Within just a few minutes with her, Peter already knew Gwen was in a league of her own compared to the women he and MJ had one-night stands with. For one, she was even sexier without clothes, proving herself a cut above the women they picked up at clubs or bars.

Add to that the fact that Peter had already felt a certain connection with Gwen, a kind of spark that made the fuck he was giving her even more meaningful.

And finally, there was the fact that she needed it. She’d said it with words, of course, but her body said it even more. Her soaked pussy, the way her walls gripped him, the desperate moans as she dug her heels into him to pull him deeper… all these little signs showed how much Gwen needed this fuck.

And Peter, ever the gentleman, was more than happy to oblige. After all, Ben and May Parker had always taught him to help a girl in need, though he was sure they didn’t mean it like this.

“God, you weren’t kidding about sex with Harry—you’re so tight you could pass for a virgin,” Peter groaned as one of his thrusts met particular resistance from her pussy’s walls. “Hmm, it’s your cock that’s too big… hng, it feels like I’m a virgin with how huge you are inside me,” she replied, her voice breathless with pure pleasure.

“Make me forget all about that rich boy, make my brain explode until the only words I know are ‘Peter’s cock,’ come on,” Gwen urged, and Peter took up the challenge eagerly. Using the extra strength the radioactive spider bite had given him (which he usually hid, as it could be too much, especially in the bedroom), Peter began pounding her at a pace he typically reserved for women he knew could handle it. MJ and Felicia were two such women, naturally.

Peter was honestly curious to see if Gwen was on that exclusive list or if this kind of fucking would prove too much for the blonde.

Gwen didn’t take long to give him an answer. Mentally, it seemed particularly overwhelming for the biochemistry graduate, who soon took on an almost delirious expression of pleasure, her tongue hanging out as she panted heavily.

But her body held up well to the challenge Peter was throwing at her. Her pussy seemed almost on autopilot as it massaged and squeezed him, as if trying to milk the cum from his balls.

If that was her goal, Peter would oblige her soon, judging by the pleasure building in his cock. The sensation of her pussy was simply incredible, and if he’d had any doubts before, Peter was now certain Gwen would become a regular in his and Mary Jane’s adventures.

The thought of what he and his girlfriend could do with the blonde pushed him over the edge, and with a grunt (almost a growl), Peter filled Gwen Stacy’s tight pussy.

When he pulled out, staining the couch cushion with his cum and Gwen’s juices, Peter asked the lady of the house gently, “So, was that what you were hoping for?” But he never got an answer.

Gwen had passed out mid-fuck, a satisfied smile on her face. “I’ll ask her next time,” Peter thought with a laugh as he headed to the bathroom to clean up.

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When Gwen woke up, it was dark, and she was alone, lying on the couch. It took a moment for her to realize why she was naked on her couch and why her pussy was full of cum and sore.

When she did, though, she couldn’t help but smile as she scooped some of the cum from her pussy with her index finger and brought it to her mouth.

Just as she wondered what had happened to Peter, Gwen spotted a note on the coffee table between the couch and the armchair. Struggling to get up, still sore from the hard and wonderful fuck she’d received, the blonde picked up the note, written in a masculine scrawl, clearly done in a hurry:

“Hey Gwen, sorry, had to run. Had a great time, hope you did too :D. You’ve got my number, and below is Mary Jane’s. We’re waiting for your call for the threesome whenever you’re ready.
See you soon,
Peter”

The words on the note sent another jolt of lust through Gwen’s pussy, and she found herself smiling yet again. She’d definitely call them, no doubt about it.

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Being a superhero, most of the time, seemed almost like a scam in Wanda Maximoff’s eyes. She had grown up, in fact, hating superheroes and everything they stood for. After all, it was one of them who had created the weapon that led to her parents’ death—a bomb branded with the Stark Industries logo.

Over time, life taught Wanda that superheroes, in the end, weren’t all that bad, to the point that she joined a group of them, the so-called Avengers, to help the defenseless herself. She didn’t yet have a catchy name (though she had always liked the sound of “Scarlet Witch”), but otherwise, she had fully integrated, becoming a superhero herself. Or at least, she was trying.

Yet, her attempts to help weren’t always appreciated. That was the price to pay when you were gifted, with powers that could cause destruction if used in the worst ways. The media, in particular, was a problem: newspapers seemed to keep the Sokovian girl under a magnifying glass, criticizing her every little mistake.

Wanda was inexperienced, new to this world and the fame that came with being an openly declared superhero, as well as to the harsh criticism from a good portion of the population. Couldn’t they see she was trying to do good? Didn’t they understand what it meant to go out every day to try and save people from potential global crises?

Wanda couldn’t understand why people were so cruel, and above all, she couldn’t figure out how to deal with it. After weeks of fruitless reflection, Wanda realized she would never find an answer to her question on her own and that she needed to turn to someone experienced in this.

The Sokovian girl didn’t even need to think too hard, because her mind immediately pointed her to the perfect person to consult: Peter Parker. After all, who better than Spider-Man, against whom Jameson waged a veritable daily campaign about how he was “a menace to the city,” to help her understand how to handle criticism?

Peter was such a calm guy that you’d think he didn’t have a care in the world, even though half of New York would gladly see him thrown in a cell. Wanda was genuinely in awe of this ability of the dark-haired boy, and she couldn’t help but ask him for an explanation.

After yet another newspaper article titled “Wanda Maximoff: Savior or Danger?” published by the Daily Bugle and picked up by several other outlets, Wanda decided it was time to consult Peter, the ultimate expert in “superheroes attacked by the press.”

“How do you deal with it, Peter?” she asked one evening as they sat alone in the lobby of the Avengers Compound. It was a cold winter night, and Wanda sipped on a hot chocolate, enjoying the warmth that spread through her stomach and radiated throughout her body as she spoke with Peter.

“I guess it comes with experience,” Peter said simply, which was a bit of an oxymoron. Hearing a guy barely over 20 talk about “experience” was strange, but in the end, he was right. Despite being a few years younger than her, Peter had already been a superhero for over five years, while she was a rookie just starting out. “My uncle used to say that with great power comes great responsibility. People will always criticize you; you have to endure it and let everything slide off, even the insults that will inevitably come. Remember why you’re doing it—it’s not for gratification, as nice as that might be, but to help the weak, the defenseless. That’s what matters, in the end.”

Unfortunately for Wanda, that wasn’t exactly the answer she was looking for, and it must have shown on her face, judging by the laugh Peter let out as he looked at her. “Sorry, I know I wasn’t much help,” he said apologetically, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“At least can you suggest some way to handle the stress all this brings? You always seem so relaxed, and it’s incredible considering everything you go through every day. I do less than you, who’s out there every night, and I’m still on edge twenty-four seven,” Wanda pleaded. She needed something, even something small, to keep from going crazy.

“Well, if you really want to know… sex helps,” he said after a brief moment of hesitation. Those were the last words Wanda expected to hear, causing her to stare at him with wide eyes. “My girlfriends, Mary Jane, Gwen, and Betty, and even Natasha, help keep me grounded, letting me release all the built-up stress in the bedroom,” he continued to explain, and Wanda couldn’t believe her ears. It was utterly insane to think that sex could actually be a way to cope with the stress of superhero life, but… what if he was right? After all, she had asked for his advice as an “expert,” and if it worked for him, maybe it would work for her too.

In a matter of seconds, a thousand thoughts raced through Wanda’s mind before the red-haired girl finally made a decision. She would give Peter’s strange method a try, but she wouldn’t stop there, no.

It would be Peter himself who would introduce her to it, with actions this time, rather than words. And so, the red-haired girl opened her mouth again, saying a few simple words that would change Wanda Maximoff’s life forever:

“Show me.”

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Peter took a shamefully long time to realize what Wanda had actually asked. By the time he did, it was already too late to stop the red-haired girl… not that Peter would have had the strength to do so anyway.

When the dark-haired boy seemed to regain the use of his mouth, Wanda had already taken off her sweater and was slowly removing the shirt underneath in a seductive yet clearly inexperienced manner. She wasn’t a seductress like Natasha had been the first time they were together, but there was a certain conviction in what she did that made it all very exciting.

Before he knew it, Peter’s eyes were drawn to one of the most beautiful pairs of breasts he had ever seen in his life. Wanda wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt, and her firm breasts bounced free, catching Peter’s eyes like a moth to a flame.

“Wanda… holy crap,” was all Peter could say, completely in awe of the red-haired beauty before him. The small smile she sent his way, from the girl who had quickly become one of his closest friends at the Avengers Compound, was completely lost on the dark-haired boy, his eyes fixed mostly on Wanda’s nipples, hardened both by the cold and, above all, by the sudden arousal she felt the moment she stood half-naked in front of Peter.

Wanda’s inexperienced but highly arousing striptease didn’t stop there; in fact, it continued, much to Peter’s delight, as he watched Wanda’s jeans fall to the floor, soon followed by her black lace panties. And just like that, Wanda Maximoff, one of the sexiest women Peter had ever met, was naked before him. The Queens boy had to pinch his arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

The pain he felt confirmed it was all real, as Wanda slid to her knees on the floor, placing her hands on his thighs. “Take off your pants, Peter,” Wanda’s voice trembled with barely contained lust, increasing that of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man in turn.

Peter had never taken off his pants as quickly as he did in that moment when Wanda asked (half request, half plea) for him to do so. With a swift and efficient motion, Peter removed both his pants and underwear in one go, freeing his rock-hard cock in front of Wanda’s pale face.

His member twitched at the look he saw in Wanda’s beautiful blue eyes, a mix of lust and surprise that made him hard as steel in a way he had rarely experienced before. And then came paradise, embodied by Wanda Maximoff’s lips around his cock.

Peter quickly realized that Wanda had no idea how to give a blowjob, but her innocence in this regard was strangely exciting for the Queens boy, who enjoyed the sloppy blowjob the inexperienced but determined Sokovian beauty in front of him was giving.

Peter had never received a blowjob like this, not even from the other women he had been with. What Wanda was giving him was a veritable worship of his cock, with kisses, licks, and sucks so enthusiastic that one might mistake his cock for a relic.

“Hmm, touch my balls while you do it, Wanda… gently,” he added when, in her overly enthusiastic and rough manner, Wanda brought her right hand to his testicles. “There, good, like that.” The red-haired girl was an all-too-eager student, at least from a sexual perspective. In just a few minutes, she seemed to have mastered a decent technique simply by observing his reactions to what she did.

Wanda realized what her limit was, not pushing further down his cock, and also figured out what gave him the most pleasure, repeating it several times to his great delight. To his surprise, in just a few minutes, Wanda had already brought him to the edge of a powerful orgasm. However, his pride, along with the plans he had quickly made for that evening, couldn’t accept that, and so, to Wanda’s disappointment and part of himself, Peter found himself pulling Wanda’s head off his cock, using her beautiful light red hair as leverage to move her away from his throbbing member.

A moan of disappointment left Wanda’s mouth as a pout formed on her face… a pout that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. His plans must have been clear on his face, because Wanda stood up and threw herself into his arms, certain he would catch her with ease:

“Take me, Peter,” Wanda said, and Peter knew she didn’t mean to carry her in his arms. It was time to introduce Wanda Maximoff to the magic of sex.

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Having a cock inside her was magnificent, Wanda thought as she tried to hold onto something, anything, on the table where Peter was fucking her hard, making her voluptuous body bounce up and down.

Her friend (and now also lover) with dark hair wasn’t holding back, giving her an incredibly intense fuck that was simply spectacular. Wanda knew that soon she would pay for her lust, her body would make her feel it by shutting down, but the red-haired girl would enjoy it as long as she could.

“Fuck, Peter, it’s so good,” she moaned loudly. Wanda wasn’t sure if there was anyone else around, especially one of the other young recruits recently brought to the Compound, but the truth was, she didn’t care. That cock was so good that she would have gladly been fucked in the middle of the newsroom of one of those papers that had so harshly criticized her, giving them a front-page story: “Wanda Maximoff is a slut for Spider-Man’s cock.”

The mere thought of such an article gave her a mini-orgasm. Maybe she was more fucked up and perverse than she thought. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll hate the feeling of an empty pussy,” Peter promised forcefully, making her release another gush of juices. The cleaning company would have to work overtime the next day.

“Fuck yes, make me forget your name, make me forget everything except the feeling of your cock, Peter,” and Peter did, without any complaints (as if there could be anything to complain about in fucking her. Wanda wasn’t a vain woman, but she knew she was fucking sexy).

Her superhero companion guided her through a series of positions she wasn’t even fully aware of. And to think she had watched her fair share of porn after leaving Sokovia (though some of it was a bit outdated).

After he had pounded her pussy on the table, effectively ruining the wood it was made of, leaving a noticeable stain on the light brown surface, Peter pushed her against the wall, positioning her at a 90-degree angle. Without even announcing it, Peter slid his cock back into her pussy, this time from behind.

If the previous position had felt pleasurable, getting fucked doggy style was simply sensational. Peter’s cock seemed to go much deeper, reaching previously unexplored areas that drove Wanda wild with pleasure.

Her screams echoed through the room, and once again, Wanda wondered if anyone could hear her. In that moment, the red-haired girl realized it wasn’t fear but desire: she wanted the other Avengers to hear her as she enjoyed Peter Parker’s incredibly large cock.

Soon, the wall in front of her became Wanda’s only means of support, as her legs had turned to jelly, unable to truly hold her weight, worn out by the incredible fucking the dark-haired boy was giving her body. Along with her legs, Wanda’s mind was also growing numb, with Peter, as promised, bringing her to think of only one thing: pleasure.

By now, Wanda had become merely an object, moved back and forth in Peter’s hands, something that brought her incredible pleasure, as strange as it might seem.

When he grew tired of fucking her against the wall, Peter took her in his arms and carried her toward the couch. Before Wanda could collapse onto it, however, the Sokovian girl was caught off guard when it was Peter who lay down on it.

“Ride me,” was Peter’s simple command, catching her off guard. But by now, Wanda was too deep in pleasure, and even though her legs protested, she couldn’t refuse the request.

After what felt like hours (though probably not even half an hour) of hard and rough fucking, riding him gently and slowly was a significant change of pace, but one that was welcomed by both, who now had the chance to have sex in a less primal way.

Wanda was realizing, step by step, that she loved the feeling of a hard cock inside her. It was heavenly, and she could understand why Peter seemed to enjoy sex so much. Now that she had a taste of it, she doubted she could stop, and she was certain Peter would be more than happy to help her in that regard.

The thought made her moan as she reached her first true, full orgasm of the evening. It was strange that it came, of all moments, when she was being fucked more slowly, which theoretically should have been the moment she felt the least pleasure. But Wanda Maximoff’s life had always been incredibly strange, after all.

Even after her orgasm, however, Peter showed no signs of stopping, continuing relentlessly, and in fact, seemed only more motivated to give more. His thrusts didn’t become faster but grew stronger, driving his cock even deeper, hitting her G-spot (as the women in the videos she had watched since joining “Western civilization” called it) in an incredibly pleasurable way.

All things must come to an end, though, even heavenly sex, Wanda realized with regret. And it seemed Peter had decided it was time to wrap things up.

With a swift motion, aided by the fact that Wanda was now like clay in his expert hands, Peter flipped their positions, putting Wanda beneath him once again, plunging back into her warm depths.

It was simple sex, as described in books and reproduction videos: missionary, with the woman beneath and the man above, sliding in and out of his partner’s pussy. Well, Wanda could understand why it was the standard sex position, after all.

Feeling the weight of Peter’s body pressing down on hers, looking him straight in the eyes, and seeing, by lowering her gaze, that massive cock appear and disappear from her pussy was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced.

Sex was officially the best thing she had discovered since arriving in America, far surpassing fast food and Hollywood movies. She’d have to revise the list she had made at the last Avengers party.

That was the last thing she could think of before another orgasm, far more explosive than the last, finally knocked her out, making her squirt in a way she had never managed to do before, in those rare times she had been able to masturbate since becoming a teenager over the past ten years.

For a few seconds, Wanda’s vision went white, the red-haired girl completely blinded by the pleasure she was experiencing in that moment. Just when it seemed she was about to regain her strength, her pleasure meter ready to drop back to semi-normal levels, her lust shot back to the stars when she felt Peter Parker’s hot, creamy cum fill her pussy like a balloon being filled with water for a water fight.

When Peter pulled out and, gently, carried her to her room, making sure not to run into anyone along the way, Wanda’s tired mind vaguely realized one thing:

There was no stress when she thought back to the articles that had appeared on social media, not anymore. Peter’s method had proven to be a winner.

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The last few months of Pepper Potts’ life had been nothing short of a nightmare. In a short time, the CEO of Stark Industries (a role she had inherited from her husband long before the Blip occurred) had become a widow and had to face a full-blown crisis in what had become her company, at least on an administrative level.

The death of its owner had caused Stark Industries to plummet on the stock market for several grueling weeks, requiring Pepper to work around the clock, seven days a week. The newly widowed woman didn’t even have time to properly grieve, forced to suppress her emotions under the mountain of work she was buried beneath. It was truly an awful situation.

At least she wasn’t alone in it, though. By her side, helping as best he could, was Peter Parker, her husband’s “heir.” Tony had decided to split the company into two parts: one left to Pepper, which would eventually go to Morgan, and the other belonging to Peter, Tony’s protégé, whom he believed was the best candidate to take over the reins of the company alongside Pepper in the near future.

Soon, Pepper began to get to know Peter Parker better. He went from being “her husband’s apprentice” to a dear family friend and a frequent guest at the Stark household, especially when Pepper couldn’t be there due to long, exhausting meetings.

Peter was a generous and reliable young man, more than willing to look after Morgan when Pepper couldn’t arrange other solutions, while also always ready to help at work, whether it was digging through dusty archives on the -2 floor or working on new Stark Industries projects.

Pepper didn’t have an engineering mind—she was much better suited to the financial side—but Peter did. It was clear why Tony had liked him so much: they clearly shared the same mechanical inclinations, not to mention a brilliant mind built for high-level work in a company like theirs.

The more she watched him work, the more Pepper realized how fortunate they were, from a business perspective, that Tony had spotted Peter early on. If he had signed with a competitor like Oscorp or Roxxon, Stark Industries would have faced a formidable rival.

But Peter’s scientific and engineering skills weren’t his only hidden talents that Pepper discovered over the months of working side by side (months during which, in effect, Pepper had taken over Tony’s role as the dark-haired boy’s mentor).

Yes, because Pepper also discovered something else, something very, very personal. To put it bluntly, because there’s no need to sugarcoat it: Peter Parker had an enormous cock.

Pepper found out by accident, truly. She had a bit of a perverse streak (okay, more than a bit—the kind of truly perverse streak that had led her and Tony to have a lot of fun over the decades), but this time, she genuinely hadn’t meant to. She didn’t intend to catch a glimpse of a naked Peter Parker; it just… happened.

It was one of those many days when she and Peter stayed late in the office on the sixtieth floor, working until the dead of night, probably the only ones left besides the security guards on the ground floor. The guards were mostly for show, as the truly important assets were kept in far more secure locations outside the city.

It was a tough night of work (not in that sense) that particularly wore Peter out while Pepper had him running back and forth across the now-dark office, interrupting his project multiple times. By the end, Peter was clearly exhausted and decided to take a shower in the staff facilities available every ten floors.

Pepper was simply worried about him when she entered the bathroom while he was naked under the shower, eyes closed as he lathered his hair with shampoo. The fact that it was an accident didn’t stop Pepper from taking a long look at what was presented before her eyes—an incredible piece of meat that seemed to have an almost hypnotic power over her green eyes.

Fortunately, Peter was distracted, spreading shampoo and body wash over himself, because if he hadn’t been, Pepper would have been caught in an instant, considering she spent over a minute staring open-mouthed at his cock.

Peter’s cock was understandably soft at that moment, but even then, it looked impressively large. In her life, Pepper had experienced hard cocks smaller than the soft one Peter was displaying, and the mere thought of how big it could get when hard made her wetter than a waterfall between her thighs.

Not for a moment did thoughts of her responsibilities, her role as a mother and widow, or the fact that she was 25 years older than him cross her mind. All Pepper wanted in that moment was a taste of that big cock. She felt she deserved a reward for all the mentorship she’d provided him (or maybe that was just the excuse she told herself to justify being a perverse woman who hadn’t had the pleasure she was used to for nearly a year).

And so, Pepper Potts went from being Peter Parker’s kind but composed and serious boss and mentor to something more. Something Peter hadn’t seen coming but soon found himself thoroughly enjoying. After all, you can never say no to your boss. Not that the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man would ever have been able to refuse.

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Peter had always had a weakness for beautiful women; he couldn’t help it. Especially if those women, beyond being beautiful, also had a troubled story, to varying degrees. That’s why he couldn’t resist the obvious need for help from Pepper Potts, the widow of his friend and mentor, Tony Stark.

By now, Peter no longer even questioned whether he should agree to the meeting requests Pepper sent him daily, always for different reasons. Peter knew that if she asked, it was for a good reason, a real need, not to waste his time. Time that was precious these days, by the way.

That’s how it was that evening too. Perhaps Peter should have realized something unusual was coming when Pepper asked (though it felt more like a summons in her usual dry tone that didn’t seem to allow for objections) to meet her at her house for “a discussion about an important matter.”

Pepper didn’t specify what the matter was, but that wasn’t unusual. When you work for a company like Stark Industries, industrial espionage is a daily concern, so every employee was strongly encouraged (read: required) to keep phone calls brief and free of sensitive company matters.

So, after clocking out (it still felt strange to have a badge) and saying goodbye to the guard at the desk, Peter climbed into one of the self-driving cars available to employees (one of the many perks kindly offered by Stark Industries) and headed to Pepper’s house.

The CEO of Stark Industries had chosen not to leave the home where she and her husband had raised Morgan since she was a baby, and so she remained in the same lakeside cabin, several dozen kilometers from New York, in the northern part of the state.

With the speed and safety of the SI-branded cars, Peter arrived in no time, the cheerful voice of the car’s AI bidding him a good evening as he stepped out, closing the door behind him before turning his gaze to the house in front of him.

The last time (and the time before that) he’d seen it hadn’t been for a happy occasion: it was Tony’s funeral. Peter had struggled to hold back tears that day, looking at Tony’s grave. Even now, in the dark, he could almost see its decorations in the distance.

Shaking his head to push the thoughts away, Peter walked up the steps and, raising his hand, knocked briefly on the front door.

Pepper answered, of course, but she was a very different Pepper from the one Peter was used to seeing at the office. Gone were the “career woman” clothes that were part of the dress code she herself had imposed on everyone who wasn’t a scientist. Now, Pepper was dressed as if she were ready for a night out to pick up some guy, unaware that just looking at her would probably knock them all out.

“There you are, Peter, I was waiting for you. Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let him into the house. Judging by the silence, Peter realized Morgan must be out with someone, or her voice would surely have echoed through the halls as she played.

The question must have been evident on his face because, with a smile, Pepper said, “Morgan’s at a friend’s house. It’s just you and me here.” Peter could have sworn there was a seductive undertone in those last words, but it must have been his imagination.

Pepper led him to her bedroom, and the dark-haired boy followed slowly, desperately trying not to stare at her ass. When they reached the bedroom, Pepper had him sit on the bed.

“So, Peter,” she began with a smile, “I wanted to thank you for all the help you’ve given me these past few months. It’s been a very tough time, as you well know, and you’ve been a godsend… but there’s still one thing you haven’t helped me with.” Without warning, Pepper placed her hand on his crotch, starting to massage his rapidly hardening cock through his pants.

“M-Mrs. Stark, what…?” Peter asked, caught off guard by what was happening. The smile Pepper gave him in response was no longer sweet and kind but seductive and mischievous.

“Call me Pepper, darling,” she said before continuing. “You see, Peter, this poor widow hasn’t seen a cock in over a year, and she misses it terribly… I know for a fact you’re hiding a weapon of mass destruction in those pants, so, as your boss, I order you to fuck me so hard that tomorrow at work everyone will wonder why I’m limping like I got hit by a truck.”

Pepper’s instructions were clear and determined, with no hint of doubt, as she stripped off her clothes and stood naked before him. Peter had a thing for women with big breasts. He didn’t mind smaller ones, but he loved a full, satisfying pair, and Pepper had a really big pair.

Is it any surprise that the kid from Queens gave in to Pepper? No, I don’t think so. And that’s how Peter Parker added Pepper Potts to the list of women he’d slept with.

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“Fuck, yes, how I’ve missed the feeling of a cock wrecking my pussy,” Pepper felt an incredible sense of well-being. It was like reuniting with an old friend after being apart for so long.

In that moment, the CEO of Stark Industries would have been unrecognizable to all those men and women who admired her as a “successful and virtuous career woman.” Pepper Potts was riding Peter’s cock like there was no tomorrow, as if her life depended on it. In a way, it did. She really needed to be fucked hard.

As she did, Peter sucked on her nipples, giving her double the incredible pleasure. If she’d had any doubts before (and she hadn’t), now Pepper was happier than ever that she’d taken the plunge and seduced Peter Parker.

It was easier than she’d thought, actually. Peter seemed incapable of resisting her body’s beauty. He reminded her of Tony in that regard—Tony had also been very weak in the face of a woman’s beauty. She missed the fun they’d had together.

“You’re so big, and you’re so good,” Pepper moaned loudly. “I bet you’ve pounded a lot of pussies with that big cock.” The unapologetic smile she got in return from the boy she was riding said more than a thousand words could.

“I plead the fifth,” he said before effortlessly flipping their positions. It was fun to fuck a partner with superhuman strength. Pepper felt so light in Peter’s hands, a sensation that made her drip onto the floor.

Peter seemed to have a plan of his own: the dark-haired boy brought her in front of the large mirror towering over the dresser, and then, as soon as Pepper could see her reflection, he started fucking her from behind at lightning speed.

It was like watching a porn video starring herself. The reflection in the mirror looked like a completely different person from how Pepper usually saw herself, and it was fucking hot. She could see everything about herself, a sight that made her clench around Peter’s cock: her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with arousal, and her tongue was out as she breathed heavily.

Even before Tony, Pepper had had more than one partner. She wasn’t a saint, and since college, she’d enjoyed sex. She wasn’t a slut jumping from one cock to another, of course, but she liked sex—you couldn’t fault her for that.

But none of the partners she’d had over the past 30 years could compare in bed to what Peter Parker was giving her. That cock could have taken down even the best seductresses or the toughest women Pepper knew.

Part of Pepper would have loved to see him in action with some of the superheroines she’d met over the years. Watching Peter fuck those strong, independent women into submission, just as he was doing to her now, would have been fucking hot.

It was that mental image—the idea of Peter sleeping with women like Carol Danvers or Hope Van Dyne—that pushed Pepper inexorably over the edge.

With a scream that, in hindsight, made her appreciate the privacy of the cabin compared to an apartment in a building, Pepper Potts came on Peter Parker’s cock, collapsing onto the dresser (the only thing still supporting her boneless body) with Peter’s cock still buried inside her.

Peter had definitely completed the task she’d given him.

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Peter didn’t stop when Pepper came. It was understandable that the CEO of Stark Industries would come so quickly—after all, months without sex can make you lose your edge. But that orgasm seemed particularly powerful, enough to make Mrs. Stark, as Peter had always known her, collapse onto the dresser, still conscious but too exhausted to really react.

The dark-haired boy, however, was now on autopilot. It was as if he had no control over his body, continuing to thrust relentlessly into the wet pussy of his former mentor’s widow.

Peter promised himself not to compare the woman he was fucking to the girls who had shared his bed in the months since returning from the Blip. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone to compare a woman nearing 50 to girls in their early 20s.

Peter simply enjoyed Pepper’s wet pussy, which, while not exactly tight for obvious reasons, had an incredible ability to clamp down around his cock like a vice. It seemed Pepper had remarkable control over her internal muscles, stimulating his cock in an almost heavenly way.

Peter, however, was aware that Pepper’s body couldn’t handle that kind of thrusting much longer, making it all the more crucial that he come soon.

It wasn’t that hard for Peter to do so, in the end. He didn’t have to try too hard—Pepper’s pussy was incredible, and Peter had already had to grit his teeth more than once to avoid coming.

This time, he just let go, stopped resisting, and enjoyed Pepper’s walls gripping his cock. In no time, his balls began to throb, and Peter Parker released himself into Pepper Potts Stark’s pussy.

As he carried her back to the bed, gently laying her down given the obvious wrecked state he’d reduced her to, Peter heard Pepper’s weak but satisfied voice echo in the room.

“Nice work, Mr. Parker… I give you four and a half stars out of five,” her words made him smile hungrily. “Only four and a half stars?” he asked with a small pout, making her laugh.

“Well, you still have to work to earn a perfect score… I’m a hard woman to please,” Pepper said, as if Peter hadn’t just fucked her until she could barely walk on her trembling legs.

But Peter decided to play along anyway, returning the smile on the CEO of Stark Industries’ face. “Oh, I will… I love a challenge, after all,” Peter promised. And he would make sure to keep that promise.

After all, a good employee should always ensure they meet their boss’s demands, right?