Smashing a Spider Part 4

“You kids behave yourselves alright?”

Mayday Parker gave Peter a big nod, while her younger brother Benjamin sniffled.

“Aw, come on, Benjy.” Peter went down on his knee, rubbing his son's back. “It’s only a camp. I’ll be picking you up before you know it.”

“I wanted Mommy to take us,” Benjamin said.

“Mommy wishes she could have. But she’s working right now.” Peter leaned in. “Tell you what,” he whispered into his son’s ear. “Next week, we can go to the Iron Man Museum.”

Benjamin tried to keep crying, but he wasn’t able to.

“You mean it?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” Peter told him. “But only if you agree to have lots of fun at camp.”

Benjamin wiped his face with a sleeve. Peter turned to his sister.

“Watch out for him alright?” he said.

May gave a big girl nod. Peter hugged them each one more time, then climbed back in his Honda minivan and drove away from the Summer Camp outside New York City. Benjamin had always been a huge Iron Man fan from the time he was small.

“Like father, like son, huh?” Peter said.

He merged the van onto the freeway, driving home. As much as he would’ve loved to swing home, he couldn’t exactly bring the kids that way, and there was nothing but trees for him to use out here, so he was stuck with a minivan for the time being.

That was fine. He didn’t mind being Peter Parker sometimes, not just Spider-Man.

He reminisced for the rest of the drive on old memories of his youth. It started with thinking about Tony Stark, but soon, he was thinking about lots of old heroes, many of whom weren’t active any longer. It was bittersweet, but he was smiling when he finally pulled into the driveway. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Peter shouted as he walked through the front door.

He blinked. There was music playing upstairs. With a small frown, he climbed them and discovered the noise was coming from his and Darcy’s bedroom.

“I thought you were writing a paper,” Peter said. “You hate distractions when you’re working.”

There was a speaker on the bedside table playing smooth pop music.

“I finished the paper ages ago,” Darcy’s voice said, coming from the bathroom. “I was done with it yesterday.”

Peter frowned. “Then why didn’t you want to see the kids off? Benjy was already missing you. This week is going to be the longest they’ve been away from home. ”

“I know,” Darcy said. “That’s why I had some things to prepare.”

The bathroom door opened. Darcy stood there, leaning on the frame with one eye raised. She was missing her glasses, which Peter knew meant she could barely see, but that didn’t stop her from biting her lower lip as she looked in his direction.

Peter’s jaw dropped.

“Where did you get that!?” he asked.

“This?” Darcy ran her fingers down the smooth leather that was hugging her frame tighter than Peter hugged his variants goodbye after Dr. Strange’s spell. “Pepper pulled it out of storage for me.” Darcy bent forward, showing off acres of cleavage. “You like it?”

“It— Uh— I— It brings out memories,” Peter said.

Darcy laughed, sashaying toward him as Peter’s dick grew hard.

Darcy was wearing an old Black Widow uniform. The black leather clung to her hips, and because it was slightly too small for her, Darcy’s entire figure was arousingly easy to see. In particular, her chest was bursting into view as the suit tried, and failed, to contain her massive melons.

“For a young boy like you, I know a suit like this must have left an impression,” Darcy said.

She grabbed Peter’s crotch, groping his bulge. Her breasts stuck out, flattening on his chest as she looked up at him. 

Peter looked away, blushing.

“I jerked off thinking about her after that fight over the Sokovia Accords,” he admitted quietly. 

“Naughty boy,” Darcy said. “It sounds like you need a punishment.”

She dropped to her knees, prying open his pants. His penis sprung out, and Darcy immediately stuck her mouth around him.

She slid her lips down to the base of his cockhead while her hands reached up. using both of them, she twisted her palms on the rest of Peter’s shaft, working on what she couldn’t fit inside her mouth. Her tongue attacked Peter’s sensitive flesh, licking him forcefully. 

“How is this supposed to be a punishment?” Peter asked. 

Darcy looked up. She pulled her head back slowly, her lipstick smearing onto him as she did so. 

“I was trained in expert seduction techniques,” she declared in a deep voice. “Once you have a taste of my body, there will never be another who can satisfy you!”

Peter wondered if that’s what Darcy thought Natasha sounded like. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

“There’s a problem with that,” he said.

“What is it?” Darcy asked, still using a deep voice.

Peter reached down, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“It’s already true,” he said.

Darcy blushed. She was surprisingly easy to embarrass for such a physically mature woman. To hide her reaction, she put her lips around Peter again, going back to her blowjob.

She sucked hard on the tip of his cock. Her fingers gathered the spit she left behind the first time, smearing it down Peter’s shaft to help her twist her hands more easily. Her thick and soft lips pressed down against Peter, squeezing him in lovely ways.

“You know,” he said, “Black Widow’s don’t use their hands.”

Before Darcy could react, he grabbed her, and using both his hands pushed her head down. She released his cock, her lips moving all the way to the bottom of his shaft. There was a loud gagging noise as Darcy’s throat was entered by Peter’s schlong, temporarily choking her. 

Using the sticky properties of his hands that he used to climb walls, Peter was able to pull Darcy’s head back to his tip without changing his grip. He continued to shove her along his shaft, fucking her throat, and the intensity of the movements caused her straining top to burst open. Her massive breasts busted out, totally braless to help them fit inside the leather suit. They bounced and jiggled as Peter used his wife’s throat, groaning with pleasure. Saliva mixed with precum ran down Darcy’s face, dripping off her chin onto her huge boobs.

Peter slammed her to the bottom of his shaft again and held her there. Darcy was left with no way to breathe, something that wasn’t helped when Peter dumped cum into her throat. Finally, he freed her, letting her slide back, as semen spilled into her mouth and all over her tongue.

Darcy coughed. A snot bubble had formed underneath one of her nostrils. Peter descended on her, rolling her over and hastily yanking the suit off of her.

“Careful! Careful!” Darcy said. “Pepper will kill me if this thing rips!”

It didn’t rip. Although it DID pick up a few new stains that would (hopefully) wash out.

LINE BREAK

“I heard somebody was drowning. I think it’s time I swooped in to save the day!”

Peter looked up with a bemused smile as Darcy entered the room as he bathed. This time, she was wearing a red and blue leather suit that wasn’t nearly as revealing as the black one the day before, but still accommodated the shape of her body.

“Did Carol really give you one of her old suits?” he asked.

“No time for that!” Darcy said. “Look! He’s completely submerged!”

Peter looked down at himself, where his head was very clearly above the water line.

“I’m fine though?” Peter said.

“Not you!” Darcy said. “Him!”

She pointed between Peter’s legs at his submerged member.

“I’ll have to act fast,” Darcy said. “For an occasion like this, my suit will only slow me down.”

She unzipped the front of her suit. Like with the Black Widow suit, this one was a little too tight on her body, making her use both hands to get it down over her hips. Again, she had no underwear underneath. Peter shook his head and smiled. At least she was having fun.

Darcy turned around as she pushed down the lower half of her suit. She bent over right in front of Peter, almost shoving her pussy in his face. Under the water, his dick hardened, the erection bringing it up close to the surface.

“Don’t worry!” Darcy said, stepping into the bathtub quickly enough that water splashed out. “I’ll get a GOOD grip on you.”

She sat down in Peter’s lap, her hands reaching down and tilting his dick up. She then shoved her pussy over it, plunging him inside of her.

Darcy moaned, immediately riding Peter for all she was worth. The bathwater sloshed around them. Peter’s relaxing bath wasn't all that relaxing anymore… but he didn’t mind.

Still, Peter planned to rest tonight, so he was content to allow Darcy to do the work this time.

She leaned forward, allowing Peter to bite her boobs while she moved her hips. Darcy’s breasts already had marks on them from the night before, and Peter happily added more.

Darcy panted as she felt his teeth against her body. The bathwater was hot, leading to sweat beading across her skin. Peter reached behind her, squeezing her rear while she rode him.

The wet smacks of Peter’s lips popping off and locking back onto Darcy’s boobs mingled with the sounds of splashing water. Darcy laid her arms over Peter’s shoulders, squeezing his neck from behind and holding him close. They lost themselves in the feeling of each other’s bodies.

When Peter came, he did so inside without a second thought. Darcy groaned. Her arms tightened behind his neck, while her pussy did the same, squeezing his dick as she orgasmed. Looking up at her, Peter stretched his neck, kissing her on the lips.

LINE BREAK

Peter and Darcy’s week continued on in the same vein, Darcy busting out everything from a replica Mantis outfit to a used Wasp uniform. If there was one thing Peter was learning, it was that his wife was far better connected than he had realized.

On the last day, in the morning, Peter was sleeping in their bed with the blankets twisted around him when he felt it dip down. He rolled onto his back, opening his eyes, and found Darcy in a red cloth outfit.

There were tights over her legs and an odd red crown on her head. Her breasts were so much bigger than what the outfit was designed for that the felt cups only barely covered her nipples. Darcy crawled over, starting to kiss Peter’s chest.

“This is… new,” Peter said, petting the back of her head.

“Wanda made it with her powers,” Darcy said. “She only wore it once. But somehow, after the magic disappeared, this was left over. I took it with me straight from the Hex.”

Peter couldn’t deny that it had an effect on him. In fact, it was one of the hottest pieces of clothing he’d seen in his whole life. After a burst of strength, he rolled them over, laying Darcy beneath him, who gasped and giggled.

He kissed Darcy from above, making out with her hard. 

“Peter,” Darcy said when their lips separated. “You can tear it.”

He didn’t wait around now that he had permission. Peter yanked her clothes off like he was unwrapping a christmas present. He descended on the thick body beneath, slamming himself into her and groping her breasts.

He got so excited that he went harder than he usually did. Darcy screamed as her body was battered, Peter’s cock smashing her from above and reshaping her insides. The bed screamed underneath them, and you could hear the headboard battering against the wall.

Darcy’s breasts shook as her body bounced under Peter’s. Her mouth was open from the pleasure as she moaned loudly and repeatedly. The red crown was still on her head, and the tights were still on her legs as they sat wrapped around Peter’s body. The only place she was naked was her torso, where Peter had torn the clothes out of the way. 

The sound of their clapping flesh filled the room and traveled through the whole house. Usually, Peter couldn’t go this hard. The amount of noise it generated simply couldn’t be contained enough to keep it secret from the kids. But now, the kids were an hour’s drive away, and they had the house all to themselves.

He squeezed his wife’s chest, watching her skin pop out between his fingers. Peter dropped down, kissing her, while his hips continued to go up and down, powering him through Darcy’s crotch.

As they kissed, Darcy’s tongue rubbing against his, he could feel his mouth stifling her moans. Their faces locked together, Peter smashed his hips down, burying himself in his wife while filling her womb, not for the first time that week. And it wouldn’t be the last time that day, either, once he was done with her.

LINE BREAK

May and Benjy climbed into the backseat of the van. Peter looked into the rearview mirror, Darcy sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

“Did you kids have fun while you were at camp?” he asked.

“Yeah!” they said.

“I’m glad,” Peter said. “So did we.”

Darcy shook her head, smiling, and reach across the center console to squeeze his hand.