Smashing a Spider Part 3

“Thaaat’s right folks! Who can you trust if not J. Jonah Jameson, and THIS news anchor is telling you right now, wake up! Spider-Man is a menace! He’s ruining the safety of our streets! He’s ruining the appeal of our lovely city! And mark my words, he’s not done yet. There’s nothing he can’t ruin!”

“Don’t you ever get tired, Jonah?” Peter asked. 

Of course, the humongous screen posted high above the New York street didn’t answer him. It promised more “news” after a commercial break. The man with a mustache even Peter had to respect had been launching smear campaigns against him for ten whole years, since the days when his identity had first been revealed.

Just thinking about it brought Peter back. He remembered how lonely he had felt then, cut off from his friends. He did it because he thought it would be the best way to keep them safe. And somehow, eventually, he found a new kind of happiness, even if he failed to keep his life as Peter and his life as Spider-Man as separate as he wanted. His wife was just too clever. That was one of the things he loved about her though.

Peter turned around, looking at the wall beside him. “You guys sit tight, alright?”

“Mmph! Mmph!” said the ski mask wearing thugs plastered in webs. They were stuck against the wall of the roof with no chance of escape. A collection of assault rifles had been webbed into a ball above them, along with a note for the cops when they arrived.

“You shouldn’t have to wait too long,” Peter said. “But if you do… maybe it’s a sign not to rob any more banks.”

The men let out more muffled shouts as Peter stood up, straightened, and jumped off a roof thirty stories above the ground, going into freefall.

As soon as he got toward the ground, webs shot from his wrists, pulling him into a parabolic arc. He swung up, whooping the same way he had since he was a teenager first putting on the mask, swinging home.

Even if his love of swinging through the city hadn’t changed in all this time, some things had. Namely, he didn’t have to rely on leftover pizza waiting for him at home anymore.

“I wonder what’s for dinner?” he said to himself.

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Peter kept swinging until the buildings shrunk, and soon he was leaping off of roofs just to get the distance he needed to keep going. His commute had definitely gotten longer with age, but hey, he didn’t mind. In a residential suburb, he dropped down in a backyard, hiding in a hedge as he pulled off his costume. When he stepped out, he was Peter Parker again: a photographer, husband, and father.

He slipped around to the front door and opened it. Immediately, two small children jumped all over him.

“Dad!” they said at the same time.

“Hey, May. How’s it going, Ben?” Peter said, walking forward as they hung off of him.

In the entrance to the dining room, their mother appeared, wearing an apron over a casual dress. Peter leaned forward, kissing her lips briefly.

When he pulled back, they just looked at each other, both of them smiling.

“You’re just in time for dinner,” Darcy said.

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Peter leaned back in his favorite recliner as night fell outside. He sipped a light bear that he’d poured into a glass, relaxing his bruised back. Today had been an easy one, but yesterday he’d taken on the Rhino, and wow did that guy's horn hurt.

The T.V. was on to J. Jonah Jaemson’s news stations. Peter was hardly listening, treating it like white noise, when someone walked into the room and sat down on the armrest of his chair.

“I don’t know why you watch this crap,” Darcy said.

Peter blinked.

“Aw, I don’t mind it,” he said. “I think it keeps me grounded. Besides, old Jameson’s been going since I first started. It feels kind of like a friend at this point.

“Spider-Man may want you to think he stopped the Rhino, but the truth is—” Jameson kept speaking, but his voice stopped coming out. Darcy lowered the remote.

“That’s fine and all,” she said, “but I don’t want to listen to him. It makes me too mad.”

Peter smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. She leaned over, her side pressing on the top of his head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Darcy abruptly stood up. 

“I prepared dessert tonight!” she said.

“But the kids are already in bed,” Peter said.

Darcy smiled. “I know.”

She left the room, leaving Peter to finish off his beer and lean back in his seat. He wondered what it could be. Before she came back, he shut the T.V. off, turning it to black. No reason to make Darcy see Jameson’s face when Peter knew how much he bothered her.

“Dessert’s here!” Darcy said, arriving back in the room.

Her hands were empty. Peter was confused for a second, until he noticed that she’d put back on the apron she was wearing when he first got home. And it was all she was wearing.

“The kids are asleep,” Darcy said, swaying her hips as she walked into the room. “I checked.”

She climbed onto Peter’s chair, straddling his lap. Peter tilted his head back to look her in the face as she smiled in a sultry way.

“You know, I don’t usually have a sweet tooth, but I think I could make an exception,” he said.

“You’re such a cornball,” Darcy said.

She bent down to kiss him. Peter felt her body pressing on his crotch, her hands looping behind his neck. They kissed slowly, their tongues moving without any kind of urgency. They weren’t in a rush.

Eventually, with a healthy portion of lipstick spread across Peter’s face and on his cheeks, Darcy pulled back.

“What happened to the kid who was so embarrassed by his professor’s advances, he couldn’t help but stutter?” Darcy asked.

“I guess he grew up,” Peter said. “Do you miss him?”

“He was cute,” Darcy said. “But no. I’ve got something just as good.”

Smiling, Peter decided to remind her of how far he’d come.

He stood up. Before Darcy could slide off, he grabbed her bare ass with his hands. Darcy moaned from the feeling of his grip. Over the years, Peter learned exactly how much force to apply with his hands to not hurt her, but to still feel strong. It was the kind of thing only trial and error could teach, and lucky for them, they had plenty of trials under their belts.

They kissed again as Peter held her. He could feel Darcy’s enormous breasts pushing on his chest, only the small apron holding them back. Peter turned around, so that Darcy was the one facing the chair. 

He threw her onto the chair, turning her as he did so that she landed facing forward.

Peter paused to admire the view. Darcy’s thick ass and gorgeous gooey thighs faced him, along with her bare back. She’d put on a bit of weight with age, so that her hips weren’t quite as narrow as they had been, but that was only natural, and she was far from fat. Peter leaned forward, grabbing little pockets of this extra fat and squeezing them, even leaning forward to bite them.

“Stop that!” Darcy complained.

“Sorry,” Peter said unapologetically. “I guess I should pay attention to something else.”

He slid lower, dropping onto his knees, and moved his hands down onto her hips. He jammed his face forward, his tongue flicking out, and started to eat her out from the back.

Darcy’s hairy pussy was as lovely as ever. He felt her getting wet as his tongue roved her folds. He didn’t mind as drops got on his nose and face. He loved doing this. When Darcy came, moaning loudly as her clit was stimulated beyond what she could handle, Peter pulled his face away.

“Takes you back, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“I thought you were just a goofy little kid,” Darcy said breathlessly, recalling their first meeting.

“I was!” Peter said. “I just happened to have a big dick to go with it.”

“Tell that big dick it has work to do,” Darcy said. “Momma’s hungry.”

Peter smirked. Standing up, he pulled his shirt off over his head. He undid his pants next. He was incredibly fast at it, a skill he built up over long years of changing in and out of clothes as fast as possible for superhero work.

When Peter had stripped, he leaned forward, placing his mouth on the back of Darcy’s neck. He used his teeth to get a grip on the loop that kept the apron on. Next, he eased Darcy back, while lifting it over her head at the same time. When his teeth grazed her skin, Darcy moaned. She twisted around in the chair, fully nude.

Darcy spread her thick thighs. With her hand, she reached down, using two fingers in a v to spread her pussy.

“Come and get me Honey,” she said.

Peter slammed his monster cock directly into her eager opening.

Darcy’s back stiffened. She jutted her chest forward, releasing a scream that was quickly stifled as Peter smacked a hand over her mouth. He used his sticking powers to keep it glued there, forcing his wife to breath through her nose but keep her from making too much noise.

As Peter thrusted into her sticky folds, he worried that maybe HE was the one who was going to be too loud, and accidentally wake the kids upstairs. Darcy just felt too good inside, even after all these years! Fortunately, he had a convenient way of gagging himself before that could become a problem.

Peter bit Darcy’s huge flesh melons. Breastfeeding two children had only made her boobs balloon up even bigger, something that Peter hadn’t thought was possible until it actually happened. They sagged a little bit more, but it was barely noticeable, and the size was basically a superpower itself.

He sucked on her nipples, biting her breasts until they were bruised. He ran his tongue over her skin, tasting the goosebumps. Darcy moaned and squealed behind Peter’s hand. Each time his dick was shoved into her, her eyes rolled up a little more inside her head. 

Darcy came again. Peter could feel her tighten around him, her mushy inner walls grinding against him. Instead of stopping, he only fucked her faster.

With his mouth stuffed with Darcy’s incredible breasts, and Darcy’s mouth gagged by his hand, the only sound in the room was the meaty impacts of their bodies and the groaning of the chair. Darcy’s whole body recoiled from Peter’s strong thrusts. He slid his hand down, uncovering her mouth long enough to slide his thumb inside. Darcy sucked it obediently, trembling from the feeling of his dick.

Peter couldn’t help but marvel again at how much his life changed. He felt hopeless in the aftermath of Dr. Strange’s spell. He lost Aunt May and had been cut off from his friends. He chose to go it alone for everyone’s safety. But then from something as innocuous as a college lecture, Darcy appeared.

She figured him out without Peter revealing a single thing himself, and she forced her way into his life. Peter had never been more thankful for anything. It wasn’t just that she was gorgeous. She was funny, kind, and supportive. She made being Spider-Man for this long possible.

Peter separated his mouth from her breasts long enough to gasp, “I love you.”

Darcy didn’t answer, sucking on his finger, however she did smile.

Gasping, Pete realized he’d been too ambitious. He was hitting his limit, and there was no way he was going to be able to pull out.

His cum spilled out inside of Darcy, filling her with the OTHER kind of sticky white stuff he was capable of creating. Breathing hard, Peter pulled out after the fact, drawing his finger out of Darcy’s mouth, who sat back in the chair with a goofy smile.

“Oops,” Peter said.

But Darcy just pulled him forward, kissing him again, their tongues sliding together. Finally, when they separated, her satisfied smile had a become a supportive one.

“We’ve got a third bedroom, don’t we?” she said.

Peter grinned. He pounced on her, making her moan as he inserted himself again.

His wife was the best. And after hearing something like that, who could stop at just one?

Turns out, the desert for the night was cream pie.