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The Enterprising Spider-Man Ch. 1 (Spider-Man)
🕑 Added 2020-12-24 02:17:56 +0000 UTCSummary: Being a Superhero has its ups and downs. Right now, Spider-Man feels like he's in one of those downturns. After a breakup with MJ, Peter looks to regain his focus but nothing he does helps him feel better. Confident a new day things will look up, he goes to sleep in his cramped apartment in NYC. Little does he know, even before a new day dawns, his life will change forever.
Story. Includes a Poll at the bottom. Enjoy. PDF Attached.
‘I don’t know what went wrong...’ thought Peter Parker.
As he left her apartment, some things became starker while others remained confusing, lost in the miasma of a relationship.
‘I should have seen the signs,’ became the easy answer. Of course, when he scrambled to dig deeper, it didn’t seem like there were any easy problems to their relationship.
‘No easy problems, means it was something bigger…’ When loafing around in his apartment gave him no reprieve, he’d masked up and gone out to fight crime. But that didn’t change much in his mind either. Even after stopping two burglaries and a stolen car, he was left with the same dark pit in his stomach.
Peter took off his mask as he perched on the edge of a building in New York City. He held it in his hands, wanting to chuck it to the side but unwilling to let it go. As much Peter thought it might help him, the bumbling and incessant creature in his mind had burrowed to his stomach. One moment he felt sick, and the other, he felt confident. Then sick again.
Protecting people was what he did. It was what he dedicated his life to…
Still, it seemed to lead to a lonely and sad life. That depressing, fucking thought stuck with him until he got back home. There he stowed his costume and thought that a satisfied belly might at least give him some peace. The lanky and olympian-built individual struggling with college and love and everything in between bowed his head towards the guiding light of his refrigerator. Even a minute of prayer over an old sandwich didn’t offer him anything more than the knowledge that something about the machine was obviously broken.
‘Refrigerators are not supposed to smell like that…’
Recoiling back, Peter closed the fridge door and then sought out his phone. A webshot anchored it, and then a sharp pull sent it flying towards him. After the cracked screen greeted his hazel eyes, the man with short, brown hair leaned against an old couch, alone in his apartment. Thoughts of earlier times, yet better times, had a finger angling a finger towards the call button.
‘MJ…’
The thought comforted him until it turned his stomach. For a long time, it had been Peter and Mary-Jane. She had known about his secret, accepted the situation, and moved on. Loved him.
‘So I thought,’
His free hand racked his head again. He tossed the phone onto the couch and then looked back at the closet where his Spider-Man suit had just been returned.
‘Maybe I should go harder. Find the heaviest hitter in town and drag things out a bit…’ He thought glumly.
‘She might call,’ That tiny voice, like a spider on his neck, spoke again. He couldn’t consider it the enemy. As much as he wanted to grab it, smash it, and send it drowning down the waterspout… Peter couldn’t do it. He wanted that phone call.
A part of him knew it was the only way he might survive the month…
With nothing in the fridge that was edible, Peter found an old bottle of whiskey, something he’d purchased after celebrating a bonus at work but been too busy to open. One glass still had him focused on MJ. The next had him moving into his cramped bedroom and opening up his laptop. Disgust at his living situation rumbled out from his stomach.
‘Who can live like this and feel any pride?” Peter thought angrily as his brain fought against the alcohol’s effects. Multiple tabs flashed to life; he scanned shifting towers of numbers and graphs that could have been projecting some of his earliest web-swinging efforts.
“They make it so easy these days…” The college student said, allowing himself another sip, the last of the glass. That was good, though, it allowed him to really focus on his task. Strings of commands had numbers shifting, and before he made the final input, he checked on a specific set of two numbers.
“Not like I’ll need that,” The now tired, broken-hearted, and slightly buzzed man thought. The choice made, he closed off his computer and then slumped into bed.
‘Tomorrow is another day. Maybe I’ll wake up, and she’ll have called… or at least texted...’
Peter thought as he crashed into a bed that barely fit him. Like everything else about his apartment, it felt uncomfortably small. Spider-Man could renew his call to justice every day, but it wasn’t that easy to renew your rent with a low-paying job capturing pictures (of yourself) for the Daily Bugle.
‘Better job… need… better… everything…’
***
Peter awoke to the sound of footsteps, and with mild concern that he’d somehow fallen asleep without really noticing it. He saw some light coming from his laptop. Most importantly, he remembered closing it. The sounds weren’t some sound effect from his internet browser.
‘Someone is inside my apartment,’
He heard more of the footsteps approaching the door to his bedroom. Nimbly springing into action, he jumped from the bed and then stacked up next to the doorway. Just as the door handle turned, the super-human male with short brown hair turned around and kicked out at the door, hoping to knock the foolish intruder onto their ass.
As the door swung back, his alert, hazel eyes detected movement. Someone had jumped up and avoided the strike. They were fast, but Peter was quick as a bullet. Rushing forward, he reached up, grabbed the intruder’s leg, and then slammed them down onto the ground with a thud. Well, to be specific, Peter slammed herdown onto her back.
“What the hell, Peter?!”
Cindy Moon a.k.a the superhero Silk, half-growled, half groaned at the man standing before her in just boxer shorts and nothing else. Upon seeing his rugged musculature, the reason that Cindy had come over returned to the forefront of the Korean-American’s mind.
“Cindy? What are you doing here?” Peter asked and helped her back up. The superhero ended up being surprised when the woman who had been bitten by the same genetically-enhanced spider as him didn’t pull her body away from his after he got her on her feet. They stood in the darkness. Quickly, Peter began smelling her scent. A telltale whisper in the back of his mind immediately started to warn him. They were not supposed to get this close. Getting this close only led to problems…
“I-I… I was in the neighborhood. S-sorry that it’s so late… but…” Just as Peter could smell her scent and pheromones, Cindy’s own nose was drinking in the full effect of the man whose hand she had not let go of. The more seconds that ticked along, the more she was confident that she’d made the right decision. It also made it easier to shut down the other hundred or so thoughts shouting at the black-haired woman to leave.
‘I should have gone to Reed Richards… he could have figured this out. But I went to Peter. I chose Peter…”
“What’s the problem? How can I help, Cindy?” Those two questions made her already moist pussy go from a light drizzle to a mild rainstorm. Her grip on Peter’s hand changed and moved, and suddenly, the brown-eyed young woman was hugging him, and so much more. Her eidetic memory played back images of the two of them together while she moved her hands forward along his hips, venturing closer towards his boxers. It was so lucky that she’d found him with only a little bit of clothing. When she felt his cock, Cindy practically pouted when she found his sleepy self-control still holding back his own desire.
‘Got to change that…’ Cindy thought before finally pulling back from him. Her hands moved towards her superhero costume. The tight black, white and red material felt so constricting around her body, and she began rapidly peeling off the outfit, right in front of Peter’s hazel eyes.
“Cindy. You know there is a reason… that we stopped before,” Peter said, this voice tired and even while his hands ached to touch her. Worse, Peter realized he couldn’t stop from awkwardly gawking when he found himself enjoying the sight of Cindy’s shapely breasts as she removed the top half of her form-fitting outfit.
“Don’t stare,”
“Then quit undressing!”
Silk hardly listened to him. Nothing he could say would fix her. Instead, she tried to fix the situation with his lips. As their flesh met, drifted, and clashed against one another, the primal connection between the two ignited like a bomb. Her mouth just continued kissing him and pawing all over Peter’s body, and Cindy gasped and moaned as his hands clawed over her form.
Peter hardly remembered them getting back into the bedroom. Somewhere along the ways, Cindy had slipped out of her remaining outfit. Now her naked pussy was grinding against his bare thigh. Only his enhanced eyes helped notice that Cindy had a tuft of black pubic hair above her slit in the darkness.
‘I never thought I’d see that pussy again…’ Peter thought. He grinned, feeling the tension in her body while lust flourished through his blood and flesh as well. But he couldn’t.
“Cindy. Whatever is going on, this is just not you…”
She leaned in, sniffing and practically drinking up his scent as she rubbed her naked breasts against his chest.
‘So muscular, so powerful. Yes… I need him. Only he can give me what I want…’ Cindy thought as she continued sliding her naked body along Peter’s before she reached a hand down towards his big, hard cock.
“Peter… I need you,”
“I get that… I really do. But… MJ and I… we just got into a big fight. I… I just k-know I…” Spider-Man’s heightened sight began fully taking in the scrumptious woman straddling his body. In that moment of pause, his hands finally grabbed onto the hot Korean-American woman’s wrists. That was a mistake. He could feel the power beneath her flesh, but it softened almost instantly when their flesh connected. She’s no threat. She’s….
Intoxicating…
It was like the little barbs that coated their flesh were connecting, meshing, and sending little zaps across neurons so that his mind could finally catch up to what both his and Cindy’s bodies had already figured out in an instant.
“Come on, Peter. Don’t talk, don’t think… just fuck me… I can’t stand it. And-” Cindy smiled after letting out a little pleasant sigh.
“I-I know you want it to,”
The pair began fucking like rabbits who knew the world was ending. The bed creaked, the walls thudded, and soon even the ceiling had new cracks as they continued rutting as if their lives depended on it. Eventually, both agile, amorous individuals made landfall again. There, the two genetically-enhanced Humans explored sensual other people could only dream about.
Even if they wanted to fuck and mate like animals, both of them still enjoyed a nice challenge now and then. So it was that Cindy looped her right leg up and around Peter’s neck with remarkable flexibility. As the brown-haired male humped her molten tunnel with reckless abandon, the black-haired female humped and gyrated her body back against him on only one leg.
“Come on, Spider-Man… give me all you got… huhaah… Oooouhhh…” As she was filled to her deepest point with her lover’s huge length, Cindy shot out two webshots from her hands. One was used as an anchor to help keep her body up, while her other hand ended up connecting with her toes to ensure a secure lock.
“You’re always surprising, Silk,”
“Oooh… damn… stop…. Quit teasing me and just fuck me, Spider-Man!” Silk growled out with intense and dire heat while their bodies continued colliding together.
Peter began filling up her needy folds with nice and gradual strokes. Cindy was incredibly tight, maybe even tighter than when they’d fucked on the ceiling or in different parts of the apartments when they’d first met. His hands pawed all over her tits, and occasionally he lost control as his enhanced fingers would lock down onto her nipples.
“That’s it… fuck… Oh god it’s been too damned long… Why… why did we ever… stop… fuckinguuaaah!” The gorgeous woman with brown eyes cried out as Peter’s cock helped to satisfy the burning desire dwelling within her body. The woman didn’t know what had happened, but at the very least, Peter was helping her urge. A lot. Of course, she quickly decided that banging her former lover once would not be enough. Not by a fucking mile.
With a graceful flick of her wrists, she detached her webbing. Showing off incredible flexibility, she turned towards Peter and guided her right foot back and then across the front of his face. Her body closed in, and she slammed her hips and breasts forward. They resumed fucking even while her right leg bounced and floated above Peter’s shoulder. Cindy’s horny nipples struck against Peter’s chest while the fiery tip of his cock slammed nice and deep within the web-slinging vixen’s pussy.
When that couldn’t satisfy his own primal desires, the woman’s mate decided to change their position once again. Cindy both moaned and groaned as Peter slammed her into the ground of his bedroom. She squeezed her breasts together and pulled on her nipples while he bent her legs back so that they became at a nine-degree angle with her lower form. He pushed his stiff rod back inside her welcoming warmth and began railing her nice and deep all over again.
“That’s it. Churn up my pussy. Churn up my pussy and make me take your cum. Mark me… burn my womb with your cum and markaaakk… mee… kiiiaahuaaaahh!”
Cindy’s eyes jolted in and out of focus. It took all of her diminishing strength to recover as Peter’s cock pounded into her womb. Then the Korean-American reached both her hands up and shot twin ropes of webbing against Pete’s shoulders. She pulled hard, locking him into place so that there would be no pulling out, no chance for her to be unfulfilled after coming so far.
“Shoot it all inside me… Give me your cummniiiaaah!”
As both of the Spider-People’s bodies coursed with blistering heat, Cindy Moon’s eyes flashed with electricity and fierce, primal passion. With one more thrust, Peter knocked on the door to her womb once more. This time though, the thudding sensation was followed by a cannonade of boiling-hot cum as Spider-Man creampied Silk’s womanhood. Her grip on the two webshots intensified, only allowing him a little slack to pull back before she yanked hard once again. Making Peter slam into her, Cindy screamed, and her body undulated while another volley of his sperm began touching down inside her womb. Her eyes crossed, and her tongue lolled out while her body lost all vestiges of control from her mind-shattering orgasm.
“Yes…. yessuaahahh… so good… inside…” Cindy said with what amounted to little more than a grovel. When Peter finally recovered, he found the black-haired babe seemingly sound asleep. Ever the gentleman, even after fucking Cindy’s brains out, the man barely making ends meet laid her out on his bed and then cleaned up the inside of her legs. He even brought over a glass of water. He planned to turn around and settle in on the couch after that, but something drew him in, a feeling, no a want to not sleep alone.
‘I mean… it’s not like we didn’t before… when we…’ Cindy’s words poked at him, and Peter allowed himself a grin. Overthinking really was a problem for him sometimes. Climbing up along the wall and then settling in behind Cindy’s naked body, the man with a superhero identity pulled up the covers of his simple bed and wrapped his arm around Cindy’s smoothly-toned chest. After that, Peter finally let his heavy eyelids fall before finally swooping off to dreamland for the second time in the evening.
Question
Who should stroll into Spider-Man's life next?
Feel free to drop other characters who could be in and around New York. I still have some on deck of course, but I'm always open to suggestions.
