Chapter 233 - My CO Stash #33 - Peter Parker F.U.C.KS! by Cambrian (MCU)

-Not a SI, I really just wanted to post another MCU fic~ With the Pimperor Cambrian, we get an AU with Peter Parker being a major f.u.c.kboy!

Sypnosis: This story is an Alternative Universe very loosely based on the MCU, but with groups like the X-Men and the Fantastic Four and others all added into the mix as well. Set after an alternate take on Infinity War/Endgame. In which Peter Parker begins to attract the attention of the women from the Marvel Universe...

Rated: M

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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/peter-parker-f.u.c.ks-mcu-au.10039/ (Cambrian)

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Chapter 1

-x-X-x-

"Pop quiz, everyone. Books away, pencils and papers out."

Peter has to duck his head as 'Natalie Rushman' makes sure to meet his eyes and give him a saucy little wink, not for the first time that day. There's some muttering at that, because when you have a long-term substitute teacher as hot as the red head standing at the front of the room, you tend to pay attention to her. Which means that some of the other guys in class have not failed to notice that Peter is getting LOTS of attention from 'Ms. Rushman'.

Of course, he knows her as more than just their smoking hot substitute teacher. He knows that Natalie Rushman isn't even her real name. Her real name, or at least the name that she'd given him, is Natasha Romanoff, and she's secretly an Agent of SHIELD who goes by the moniker 'the Black Widow'. Needless to say, Peter was surprised to learn that. But when you knew the secrets Peter had, it made sense that a spy agency like SHIELD would decide to keep tabs on him.

By day, he was nerdy, geeky Peter Parker. By night, he was the one and only Amazing Spider-Man. Just Spider-Man for short, of course. He was a crime-fighting superhero, doing his part to keep New York safe, despite his age. In the end, Peter didn't think that his youth entitled him to stay out of the fight. After all, as Uncle Ben had always said, 'With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility'.

Peter had done his best to live by those words after his uncle died. He'd done his best to live up to his full potential. But he couldn't be Spider-Man without drawing some… unwanted attention. Not that Natasha was unwanted attention, even if ever since he'd found out her real identity, she'd been making it hard as hell to get through his days at school.

But then, they hadn't just revealed themselves to one another THAT way, the night that Natasha had confronted him, up on that roof. She'd known who he was going in of course, and she'd used that to… to unbalance him! Yeah, that was a good way of putting it. Another, blunter way, was to say she'd seduced him. Because she'd had. She'd seduced him, and t-they'd had s.e.x, and it'd been Peter's first time, but god it'd been fun. He'd f.u.c.k.i.e.d Natasha Romanoff hard up on that roof, and something told him he'd left a lasting impression, because the days that had followed, she hadn't left him alone.

As the gorgeous red head finishes writing out the ten questions for this particular pop quiz on the white board at the front of the class, she turns around and much like most of the male students in the class (as well as some of the female students) Peter has to hastily remove his eyes from her gorgeous derriere, contained perfectly within the confines of her form-fitting pencil skirt as it is. Though, privately, Peter has to admit that he thought her ass looked even MORE perfect contained within her black, leather catsuit, the one she'd confronted him in that night, up on that rooftop.

Regardless, while yes, Peter isn't the only one who was blatantly staring at her ass as she wrote down the questions that they were to answer, he IS the only one who gets caught doing so, by simple virtue of his face being the first Natasha seeks when she turns back around. Blushing profusely as she gives him a coy smile and tells the class to get to work in the same instant, Peter ducks his head again and tries to focus on the pop quiz.

It's not easy, given that he's already rock hard. Natasha has spent the entire day singling him out. He was pretty sure she was trying to rile him up on purpose. It was what she'd done that night on the roof, where he'd f.u.c.k.i.e.d her harder than he would have thought he was capable of. Did she want a round two? Well Peter would be glad to give it to her, just as soon as he could get her alone and… oh god, this was the WORST.

He was having such a difficult time focusing on the pop quiz in front of him. It didn't help that she'd been asking him questions that were really subtle double entendre, all morning long. His mind is awash with lurid fantasies, and he can't really even decide what he wants to do with the red head, when he finally gets his hands on her again. And damn it all, he is going to get his hands on her. He's going to f.u.c.k her so damn hard for this.

He's-

"Are you struggling with the first question, Mister Parker?"

Peter freezes up as her voice trails across his ear, teasing and lilting in all the right ways. Natasha had been moving around the room while he was so busy fantasizing, and as a result, she's snuck up on him. Damn his spidey-sense for only really activating when there was an ACTUAL danger involved. Didn't it understand that it couldn't let it's guard down around this… this Black Widow?!

Either way, the rest of the class titters at Natasha's words and at Peter's expense, and Flash makes some comment about how dumb Peter is, or something or other. Truth be told, the web-slinger isn't paying much attention to anything, because after asking her question, Natasha has leaned forward and planted her b.r.e.a.s.ts up against his back as she rests her chin on his shoulder.

Grossly inappropriate behavior for a teacher to be engaging in with a student… probably. Peter doesn't really know, and he's pretty sure no one else in the classroom is going to say anything about it. The guys are jealous of course, but 'Ms. Rushman' runs a tough ship, and they've learned by this point that if she assigns detention, it's not served with her, but with the big, burly basketball coach, who usually has all sorts of menial labor for problem students to handle.

"Let me help you, Peter."

That's the last thing Natasha says loud enough for everyone else to here, as she begins to, seemingly, walk him through the steps of solving the first problem on the board. Truth be told, he doesn't need her help. Peter Parker is no dunce, no ignoramus. He knows this shit, and to prove it, he begins to answer the questions in record time, hoping that it will make Natasha leave him alone, because damn it, he couldn't do anything to her right now, not here, not with so many eyes on them!

But it doesn't. Natasha stays pressed up against him from behind and goes subvocal as she murmurs so quietly that only Peter, with his enhanced hearing, can understand her words.

"How hard are you right now, little Spider? Is your big, fat c.o.c.k straining against the inside of those jeans?"

Peter tries desperately to focus on the whiteboard and his paper, finishing with the third question now and moving into the fourth. But Natasha doesn't stop.

"I want you inside me again. I wonder how I should arrange that, hm? Shall I find you out on patrol again, and let you rail me up against another wall?"

A shudder runs down Peter's spine, as he gets to the sixth question. He's going to finish this quiz, and then he's going to touch her someway, as subtly as he can, propriety be damned! But until then, Natasha still has his ear, and she's still whispering to him so quietly that not even the people to his left and right can hear her. But he can… damn it, he can.

"No, that would be far too late, wouldn't it? I need you now, Peter… and I'm sure you need me as well, don't you? Your big, fat c.o.c.k needs to be in a real woman already, and I'm the only real woman around. Just waiting to be f.u.c.k.i.e.d. Just begging to be taken."

If he wasn't wearing fairly confining jeans, his c.o.c.k would probably be bouncing up against the underside of the table, to be perfectly honest. It'd be going 'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!' in response to Natasha's unrepentant, incessant teasing. Luckily, he's got that technically under control. Technically, because it still f.u.c.k.i.n.g hurts right now. Peter has a big d.i.c.k. He's pretty sure it's half of why Natasha is so enamored with him after that night together. But right now, having that big d.i.c.k is proving to be more of a curse than a blessing. He's literally in pain right now from the erection filling out one leg of his jeans.

Gritting his teeth, Peter finishes the tenth question, but before he can put down his pencil and find a way to f.u.c.k.i.n.g interact with Natasha f.u.c.k.i.n.g Romanoff in a public setting, she's pulling away, the damnable tease. Peter's eyes are wide as the red head slips to his side, taking his paper from him and making a show of checking it over. At the same time, her leg raises up in just the right way, and Peter gets quite the show as he finds out that 'Ms. Rushman' isn't currently wearing panties.

His eyes wander, but as it turns out, that's exactly what Natasha is waiting for. The next thing he knows, his head has been turned by a stinging slap across his face, and 'Natalie Rushman' is walking back towards the front of the classroom with her head held high. All eyes are on him… until she gets to her desk and turns around, speaking clearly and concisely. Then, all eyes are on her, including his own.

"Detention, Mister Parker. After school, with me. Do you understand?"

That gets even more murmurings and mutterings as quite a few jealous looks are thrown his way. Peter, meanwhile, has never been more erect, more in need of… release. But now that he's got a confirmation on when exactly they're going to go at it, he's also never been more eager either. Doing his best to keep said eagerness off of his face and out of his voice, Peter is sure he fails spectacularly, even as he swallows hard and gives Natasha a nod.

"Yes, Ms. Rushman."

And like that, beyond a few muttered comments and a hissed 'lucky' from Flash, it's over. Natasha has everyone pass up their finished pop quizzes for later grading and then continues on with the lesson until the period ends and they're onto their next class for the day. Luckily, she gives him a LITTLE bit of a break by the end there, and when Peter gets up, he's not tenting his jeans, or outlining one of his pant legs with his enormous c.o.c.k or anything like that.

If this keeps up, he might need to buy a belt just so he can strap his d.i.c.k down to his thigh, even if Peter really isn't into that sort of thing, if he's being honest. But at this point, it'd be more about social survival in High School over s.e.x.u.a.l pleasure. Regardless, now he has a time at which he'll be with Natasha alone. That'll have to do.

Settling into his next class, doing his best to keep the evil grin off of his face, Peter begins to plot.

-x-X-x-

"Well now, Mister Parker. It seems you have me at a disadvantage. What could you possibly have planned for me next?"

Peter stares at Natasha as he strokes his c.o.c.k openly, the big, meaty shaft out in the open, and pointed unerringly at the red head's face. Said face is currently upside down, along with the rest of her body. Peter hadn't bothered waiting for Natasha to tease him some more or give him permission. He'd waited long enough after entering the classroom for her to close the blinds on the windows and lock the door to the room, and then… he'd acted.

If it were a real fight, Peter suspected that he wouldn't have gotten away with this. Natasha would have put up far more resistance, and there was no doubt in his mind that she was better than him, even if he DID have enhancements from that spider bite. She could definitely hand his ass to him, if she wanted to. Key word there being 'if'.

He was beginning to get an idea of exactly how Natasha operated. He was starting to understand what she wanted from him. Which was why Peter currently had her hung upside down, webbed up against the white board, her hands and feet held fast by said webbing, and her body on full display, albeit still mostly hidden beneath her clothes. Stepping forward, Peter gets closer to the red head super spy, but he keeps his pillar of meat just out of reach of her pouty lips, which open wide to try and take him in. Instead, his c.o.c.k slides past her mouth, brushing along her cheek. Natasha suckles at it, but it's clear she's irritated that she can't suck ON it fully, as she wants to.

Peter though, is more interested in what's contained beneath her blouse. He grabs the shirt and positively tears it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Then, he flips her bra down. Or more accurately up, as she's currently upside down. Nat's tits hang upside down with the rest of her, but that makes them no less perfect. Peter grabs hold of the crimson-haired femme fatale's b.r.e.a.s.ts, groping and squeezing them to his heart's content as he grinds against her face, sliding his c.o.c.k across her cheek and her hair, and forcing his churning balls up against her nose.

"You've been a bad girl, Natasha. Teasing me so much… what did you think would happen?"

Natasha m.o.a.ns against his ball sack, her tongue slathering it with saliva, even as Peter works over her oh-so-perfect b.r.e.a.s.ts, his fingers pinching her n.i.p.p.l.es.

"Oooh, you can't possibly think you'll get away with this, Mister Parker! I'm going to have you in detention for the rest of the year!"

Chuckling as his c.o.c.k twitches under Natasha's verbal AND physical teasing, Peter finally pulls back, leaving his member just an inch away from the straining red head's full lips. She still has them wide open as she hangs upside down against the wall. Her face is red, but by this point, Peter is pretty sure that's just the blood rushing to her head, not any sign that Natasha is actually fl.u.s.tered by all of this.

Grinning down at her, Peter gives the gorgeous femme fatale a wink.

"Then I guess we'd better get started."

And with that, he thrusts his c.o.c.k right into her mouth, just as assuredly as he'd thrust forward into her cunt that night, up on the roof. Natasha's jaw stretches wide, like some sort of big snake, and she takes him right down her throat as Peter's c.o.c.k has to bend in order to continue its way into her esophagus, and then up into her upside-down gullet. To her credit, Natasha handles this with amazing aplomb, even as his balls come to a rest on her face, grinding into her nose, where her nostrils are flaring.

She doesn't choke, she doesn't gag, she doesn't gurgle. She swallows, and Peter can't help but wonder just how many men the Black Widow has seduced and f.u.c.k.i.e.d before him, because really, the way she's handling his member in such a compromised position speaks to PLENTY of experience. Not that he minds it, all that much. Her throat convulses and squeezes down around Peter's massive meat log as she swallows his length and easily deep throats his member like a champ.

Needing more, wanting more, Peter pinches and pulls at Natasha's n.i.p.p.l.es, elongating her gorgeous b.r.e.a.s.ts out from her body, all while he thrusts forward with his crotch, beginning to f.u.c.k the bound red head's face, right then and there. As he speeds up the pace and truly starts to give it to her, roughly skull-f.u.c.k.i.n.g the needy femme fatale, Natasha does begin to break. She can't keep it up forever, no matter how much control she has over her body.

It starts with some gurgling, and then some gagging, before graduating to full-blown choking. The Black Widow, plastered to the whiteboard by his web, choking on HIS c.o.c.k… oh yeah, it's more than a little bit of a power trip for Peter, there's no denying that.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Natasha gags as Peter f.u.c.ks her face quite messily with his big, fat member. His ball sack slaps against the upper half of her face, from her nose to her forehead. Drool and prec.u.m and all that good still drips UP the length of her head, towards her hanging red hair, and her makeup and mascara and eyeshadow run through, making even more of a mess of her.

Peter loves it, every last minute of it… but he only truly loves it because he knows Natasha wants it. He's well aware that this is exactly what Natasha wants from him, though he couldn't exactly explain to anyone who asked why that is. It's like… it's sort of like his spidey-sense, but Peter can't really imagine he got this extra sense from the spider bite. But he's able to just look at Natasha, and despite the show she puts on, despite the dangerous femme fatale she definitely is, he knows exactly what she needs. And what she needs is to be f.u.c.k.i.e.d HARD.

Peter does that, and he does it well, making use of Natasha's mouth, esophagus, and gullet, even as the red head keeps her tongue writhing along the underside of his thrusting, pistoning prick all the while. Until eventually, he can't hold back anymore. Her throat is too tight, too wet, and too unbelievably hot for him to keep it together forever. Peter originally intended to spend only a little while f.u.c.k.i.n.g Nat's face before moving onto what he figured would be the main event… but he gets caught up in things, and in the end, he pulls out with only a second to spare, and positively COVERS the Black Widow's face and tits in his white, hot spunk.

He paints Natasha Romanoff white, and leaves her gasping for breath and blowing c.u.m bubbles as the onslaught on her throat comes to an end. And as Peter steps back and rests himself against her desk behind him, he can't help but admire the view. One hand goes down to his c.o.c.k, and he slowly strokes himself again, just as he was doing before, they began. Letting Natasha recover, Peter considers what he's going to do next.

Really, there's only one option at the end of the day, isn't there? It's not like he's going to leave the job unfinished!

-x-X-x-

Natasha m.o.a.ns as Peter bends her over her own desk, his viscous, thick c.u.m dripping down onto the faux wood as he takes her still webbed hands and spreads them out as far as they'll go, planting them down onto the desk until they adhere there quite securely. Face down, with her hands restrained, Natasha could STILL likely fight her way out of this, if she wanted to.

Grabbing the back of her pencil skirt, Peter hikes it up over her bared ass, revealing the lack of panties that she'd knowingly flashed him with earlier in the day. However, it also reveals her long, gorgeous legs, and her thick thighs. As beautiful as Natasha is, as 'womanly' and 'feminine' as she manages to come across, Peter doesn't fail to notice, with his heightened senses, as the red head's thigh and leg muscles ripple beneath her beautifully smooth skin.

It's another sign of just how much Natasha wants this, to be honest. He can practically see from then tense nature of her form that the femme fatale is having to fight against her instinct to fight every second of this period of inaction. Peter can even imagine how she might get out of things from this position. She's very flexible, after all, so she could probably use the desk as leverage to swing her legs up in flying roundhouse kicks, which would in turn take him right in the head.

From there, even though he couldn't see it, he bet she had a way to counteract his webbing, hidden somewhere around. It wasn't like he'd searched her or her desk, after all, she wasn't a real enemy. She would be able to free herself quite easily, and then he'd be hauled off to SHIELD, probably. If this was all real, if he was actually taking her against her will, rather than giving her exactly what she wanted. He was-

"Stop fantasizing about me kicking your ass Peter. Or better yet, fantasize WHILE f.u.c.k.i.n.g me. Just don't keep me in suspense, or I WILL put you in a leg lock and choke you the f.u.c.k out."

Peter blinks and then snorts, his c.o.c.k jumping to full attention. He reaches down and grabs hold of Natasha's heart-shaped, pleasingly firm ass, and digs his fingers into it. She's extremely toned of course, but due to his super-strength, he still gets plenty of purchase, even as he steps up to the plate so to speak, slapping his massive meat rod down onto Natasha's exposed backside, hot dogging her ass cheeks for a few moments with his c.o.c.k.

She m.o.a.ns throatily and wantonly, wiggling this way and that to be as enticing as possible. But truth be told, Peter doesn't need any more incentive to f.u.c.k the gorgeous femme fatale with all his might. His c.o.c.k is still nice and hard despite the fact that he'd just gotten done plowing her throat, and after a few moments of teasing HER for a change, Peter pulls back until the head of his c.o.c.k slips down off of Natasha's ass and comes to a stop right between her thighs, pressed up against her sopping wet cunt.

He pushes in just an inch and then pauses for a second, just long enough for Natasha to tense up in anticipation. Then, right as she begins to turn her head to look back at him, likely to growl and threaten him again, THAT's when the young hero thrusts forward, while at the same time, reaching out and grabbing hold of Natasha's hair, fisting her red locks in his hand and pulling her head back so that her back arches in a most delightful way.

Then, he starts f.u.c.k.i.n.g her. Her insides are as hot and wet as her mouth and throat were, if not more so. Her cunt is just as tight as it was that night up on the roof, when they'd christened this strange relationship of theirs. It was hard to remember that this wasn't the first time Peter was f.u.c.k.i.n.g Natasha Romanoff. Though in a way, it WAS the first time he was f.u.c.k.i.n.g 'Ms. Rushman'.

As much as her identity here in school was just a cover for her real purpose, that being him, Peter couldn't deny that there was a certain pleasure to be found in f.u.c.k.i.n.g the substitute teacher like this. He couldn't deny that he'd fantasized about it plenty of times, long before he found out that Ms. Rushman was actually the Black Widow.

He was buried inside of Natasha Romanoff's tight cunt, yes, but he was also f.u.c.k.i.n.g 'Natalie Rushman', bent over her own desk, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her in a way that most of the men in this school, both students and faculty, would have absolutely killed for a chance at. But none of them were going to get to f.u.c.k Natasha Romanoff or Natalie Rushman. None of them were going to get a taste of this, because Peter had gotten there first.

"F-F.u.c.k, don't you dare stop, Parker. Just like that. F.u.c.k.i.n.g TAKE me!"

And better still, Natasha never stops egging him on. Peter finds himself getting to greater and greater heights, thanks to the way she's demanding that he keep going. His c.o.c.k pistons in and out of the red head, and as thick and as long as it is, eventually, he's pounding right into her cervix. It doesn't take him long to enter her w.o.m.b, to fill it with his meat. Natasha m.o.a.ns all the more wantonly at this, and soon climaxes explosively from the absurdly thick c.o.c.k pounding her into submission.

"Y-Yesssss, just, umf, just, oh GOD!!!"

Peter can't help but laugh. He tightens his grip on Natasha's red hair and pulls the femme fatale's head back further, even as he leans forward, really leaning into her, really giving it to her with all his might.

"What was that, Nat? Sorry, don't think I heard you. What did you want to say?"

All she can muster in response is a growl, and even that is cut off by another wanton m.o.a.n. Peter grins viciously, feeling undeniably c.o.c.ky, confident, and self-assured. But he doesn't think it's over-confidence. He's sure that it's not arrogance. No, after that night on the rooftop, Peter is pretty sure that he's just plain good at this.

Shit, if he can impress a woman like the Black Widow, a seducer of men and likely women alike, then yeah, Peter would say he has a talent for it. Gone is the shy, nervous nerd of a boy, though he knew he would still have to wear him as a mask at times, when it was appropriate. He couldn't go back to the way he was before now though. Not when he was buried inside of the Black Widow herself, bringing her to climax after climax.

As Natasha cries out in an ugly fashion, her p.u.s.s.y juices coating his already slick member time and time again, Peter feels himself getting closer. He f.u.c.ks her hard, pounding her into the desk she's bent over and stuck to so roughly that he's not sure it'll manage to keep up under the impacts. But he's also not going to stop. If it breaks, it breaks. He won't let anything slow him down. Well, he'd stop if Natasha asked him to, if she told him she couldn't take it… but they both knew that wasn't ever going to happen.

Regardless, the desk doesn't end up breaking before Peter lets out a loud groan, and finally paints Natasha's insides white with his c.u.m. His thick, viscous seed fills the crimson-haired femme fatale's w.o.m.b to the brim and then some, as he pumps just as much c.u.m up inside of her as he pumped out onto her face and tits.

Only after he's done, only after he pulls out does Peter finally realize the ramifications of his actions. He blinks dumbly, finally thinking about something that he probably should have considered back on that rooftop the first time he'd creampied the Black Widow herself. For a moment, unsure and nervous Peter is back as he rubs the back of his head and looks down at the bent-over form of the gorgeous femme fatale before him.

"Um… you're on birth control, r-right? It's just, I'm not sure I'm ready to be a father…"

For a moment, there's silence, and Peter wonders if he's f.u.c.k.i.e.d Natasha into such a stupor that she can't even respond. But then he hears a soft chuckle from the quivering, trembling red head, and she looks over her shoulder at him with an amused expression on her face.

"I'm sterile, Peter. A byproduct of the training I was subjected to, before I ever joined SHIELD. You can pump my w.o.m.b as full of your delectable seed as you want, and nothing will ever come of it."

That's a relief. Peter lets out a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding in… and then he looks down, because his c.o.c.k is already twitching again at Natasha's words. Not the part about her being sterile or the hint at the tortures she experienced before joining SHIELD, but at the part where she said he could pump her w.o.m.b full of as much delectable seed as he wanted.

Swallowing thickly, Peter peels Natasha's hands off of her desk and spins her about, before sitting back in her chair and pulling her with him.

"As much as I want, huh? Well, I'm not done punishing you yet… so you better ride me till I c.u.m inside you again. Got it?"

He brings her webbed hands together in front of her and then drags them back behind her head to make his point, while Natasha just grins, licking her lips salaciously as she grinds against the base of his c.o.c.k, her p.u.s.s.y lips sticky with his c.u.m and hot-dogging his length. When he lets go of her wrists, she doesn't try to bring her hands back around, even as Peter takes hold of her h.i.p.s, lifts her up, and then DROPS her onto his member, impaling her in one fell swoop.

She cries out, and then begins to ride him, just as he's said, bouncing her firm ass and tight body up and down on his member with all her remaining strength, which to Peter's surprise, is still quite the fair amount. As she does so, with her elbows on either side of her head, Natasha is inadvertently jutting out her tits in Peter's direction as well. Those perfect, stellar tits, bouncing up and down in front of him as the Black Widow herself rides him to kingdom c.u.m.

Despite ejaculating twice before already, this is without a doubt the easiest orgasm of Peter's life. He's got Natasha right where he wants her, and she's giving him everything he could desire, even as she m.o.a.ns and cries out, orgasming more than once from her own bouncing up and down on his pillar of meat. With how hot and wet and tight her insides are, with how his first load coats his c.o.c.k and makes the passage all the easier, despite being a bit stickier… is it any wonder that he's soon c.u.m.m.i.n.g again, pumping even more of his seed up into the femme fatale?

Not before she pushes him all the way back up against the wall in the wheeled chair that she keeps behind her desk. Probably for the best, without the wall to arrest their momentum, she probably would have toppled them both over at some point, sending them to the ground. Not that Peter would have minded, but the chair likely wouldn't have survived the fall and Natasha DID need it for school each day. Even if she spent as much of her time as Peter saw of her on her feet as possible, likely to keep herself at least moving in some small way while she was on this plush assignment that could, truth be told, be compared to desk work.

Regardless, Peter fills Natasha with his seed, and Natasha climbs off his member and stands up, showing off her flexibility and her dexterity as she does so, as well as her amazing balance. It's not easy to lift herself up off of his massive c.o.c.k without the use of hands, after all. Bringing said hands back over her head, Natasha opens a desk drawer, and a moment later sprays something on her hands that causes the webbing to immediately begin to dissolve.

As Peter expected, she was never truly trapped. Sitting in her chair, he watches her rather quietly, just… enjoying the way she's cleaning herself up. Until, that is, she notices that he's enjoying it, and begins to tease him again. It starts with those hooded eyes of her, followed by a coy smile, and then the hands are running up and down her body, the wipes she's using to clean his c.u.m and her ruined makeup and even just the sweat from her tits and everything else… it was doing it for him, he had to admit.

"Like what you see, Peter?"

Her eyes only slide down HIS body after she says that, however. Clearly, from the amused grin on her face, she doesn't think he can possibly keep going at this point. But then her gaze reaches his crotch, and she sees that, contrary to her expectation that he's likely soft by now, Peter is still rock hard. Before Natasha can react beyond a widening of her eyes, Peter is up out of the chair and over to where she's standing at her desk, pushing up against her from behind and bending her over her desk once more.

This time, the red head plants her hands firmly and arches her back with a m.o.a.n as he hot dogs her bountiful behind with his erection.

"You're insatiable, Spider-Man."

She purrs that out, and it only spurs Peter on further. With a low, bestial growl, he grabs hold of Natasha's ass and spreads her cheeks wide, before firmly lodging his c.u.m-covered, p.u.s.s.y juice-covered c.o.c.khead right into her back door. Her eyes go wide, but he finds that her asshole gives away fairly easily. It's not loose, per say, it's still quite tight in fact, but… it's obvious that this isn't Natasha's first rodeo, when it comes to anal.

That said, Peter takes a distinct satisfaction in the next words that come out of her mouth as he begins to slowly but surely penetrate her rectum.

"Mmm, never had anything quite as big as you up there before, Peter… but I suppose there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

Even now, she's egging him on. Even now, she's teasing him, titillating him, tempting him. Well, consider Peter right f.u.c.k.i.n.g tempted. With another growl, he leans in close and nuzzles Natasha's neck. As she m.o.a.ns and nuzzles him right back, Peter pulls halfway out of her ass… and then thrusts in all the harder, delighting in her cries as they erupt from her throat a moment later.

Without further ado, Peter Parker begins to f.u.c.k Natasha Romanoff's asshole with as much vigor and strength as he showed in f.u.c.k.i.n.g her face and cunt. The last orifice to claim, and then all of her is his. Well, not really. Peter knows better than to think that just because they have this… thing between them, that Natasha actually, truly belongs to him.

In fact, there will probably come a point when the red head goes back to the sort of work that she was doing before, seducing lesser men, f.u.c.k.i.n.g them for the information they could give her, sacrificing her body in exchange for mission success. That made Peter a little angry, but he also knew that it was the way the world worked.

As much as this older woman clearly enjoyed him dominating her and f.u.c.k.i.n.g her into orgasm after orgasm, as much as she was enjoying the anal even now, her anus flexing and clenching around his c.o.c.k and her p.u.s.s.y disgorging copious amounts of his seed onto the floor as she climaxed explosively from the butt f.u.c.k.i.n.g, Peter knew where they both stood. He didn't own her. He was pretty sure nobody OWNED Natasha Romanoff.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to f.u.c.k her with all his might, just as he'd been doing all afternoon long. She'd riled him up after all, so at the end of the day, it was HER responsibility to make sure he was properly taken care of. Given the way Natasha was pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts with all of her own remaining strength, it was obvious that the red head agreed wholeheartedly.

They were both lost in each other, lost in the act of f.u.c.k.i.n.g. Peter's c.o.c.k penetrates deep into Natasha's bowels as her tight anal muscles clench down harder around his member then her p.u.s.s.y or throat were capable of. This is the tightest she's ever been, and it's undeniably amazing. It certainly doesn't take long for Natasha to milk yet another load of c.u.m from his c.o.c.k with her back door alone, that's for sure.

Only once he's pounded her ass into oblivion and pumped his seed into her one final time does Peter pull back and drop into her chair again though. He had to finish first… but now, he thinks he might finally be up for a rest.

-x-X-x-

"Oh, there's something I should probably tell you about, by the way."

Peter blinks at that, looking down at where Natasha is currently wrapping her spectacular tits around his half-hard member, calmly and slowly giving him an absolutely superb titjob. She's cleaned herself up now, for real this time, and somehow she'd managed to fix her makeup in mere moments, leaving her looking completely pristine and fully put together, even as she knelt there on the ground before him, sliding her b.r.e.a.s.ts up and down his length like it was the most common thing in the whole world.

Apparently, Natasha's version of a rest was just to do this. Peter couldn't really bring himself to mind though, it felt amazing, having the red head's tits wrapped around his length. Though, he feels an icy sensation go down his back at her words. As far as Peter is concerned, there's only one thing that she could be talking about.

"You're being recalled?"

Natasha blinks at his question, c.o.c.king her head to the side.

"What makes you say that?"

Peter gives her a lopsided grin and shrugs one of his shoulders up and down.

"Well, what else would you have to tell me? I knew they would have to take you back eventually. Have you told them about… us? Or just told them I'm not a threat?"

Natasha gets a coy grin on her lips at that, and her tongue traces out to lap at his engorged c.o.c.khead.

"Oh, I don't know Peter. I'd say this behemoth counts as a weapon of mass destruction. You're almost certainly a threat."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief, and Peter gives her a wan smile, shaking his head at her antics. It was hard to remember just which one of them was younger than the other, at times. Though, one look at Natasha's gorgeous body, the body of a woman rather than a girl, was enough to remind Peter how f.u.c.k.i.n.g lucky he was.

"Regardless, you're wrong. SHIELD is not recalling or reassigning me. In fact, it's just the opposite."

He pushes down on the hope that blossoms in his chest, refusing to let himself feel it just yet as he furrows his brow and frowns down at Natasha, silently asking for more. Natasha's grin just widens.

"I finally got into contact with the Director of SHIELD a couple days back. I told him that, contrary to my original orders, I had followed you on a few of your patrols and seen you in action… but more than that, you had senses beyond what was in your file, and managed to catch me stalking you. I told him that I'd made contact after you forced my hand."

Peter snorts indelicately at that. The thought that he could force her to do anything, or that he could have caught her without her revealing herself to him… well, he appreciates that she's talking him up to her superiors, even if it's not really true. Still, all of this sounds like it's leading somewhere.

"… And?"

Natasha lets out a throaty chuckle, even as she continues to give him a slow, casual titjob with her perfectly shaped b.r.e.a.s.ts.

"And it's been decided that I'll be taking up a semi-permanent position at this school… in order to better facilitate my new mission, which is to act as your SHIELD handler. From here on out, I'll be training you in all that I know, and together, we'll be working to make sure that you're the best hero you can be."

Peter's eyes widen at that, and Natasha takes this moment of speechlessness to opens wide and finally engulf the top half of his c.o.c.k in her needy mouth, bobbing up and down his length as she continues to slide her tits across his shaft. Her eyes never leave his eyes though, and they both know that what Natasha isn't saying is that she's not going to let him go any time soon, not after he's so thoroughly blown her mind.

Huh. It seemed that he'd attracted the widow to his web, and now she was going to be taking up residence there. Peter really couldn't bring himself to mind all that much. He knows that the grin on his face is a bit boyish in it's dumbfounded happiness, but he can't bring himself to mind there either. He lets out a giddy bit of laughter, and then places a hand atop Natasha's head, sliding his fingers through her red locks as he begins to help guide her further and further down his length.

Eventually though, she pulls back, and the moment Peter encounters resistance, he lets go of her hair, allowing her to slip off of his c.o.c.k with a pop as his member leaves her beautiful lips. She strokes him a few times with her hands and then does this thing with her tongue that sends Peter right over the edge, one last time. Her lips suction down onto his c.o.c.khead one last time as well, and she drinks down his load without spilling a drop… and without every breaking eye contact with him, not even for a moment.

When she's done, Natasha pulls away and stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning down at him.

"Time to get to work, Peter. Or perhaps better put… Spider-Man."

Hopping to his feet, the young hero grins and then, somewhat impetuously, pulls the gorgeous femme fatale into a deep, tongue-filled kiss, his hands wrapping around her to squeeze at her beautiful booty for a moment before he draws back and gives her a self-assured wink.

"Whatever you say, Widow. Lead the way."

For a moment, she stands there stunned, as if she can hardly believe he would be so bold, even after everything that's already transpired between them. But then the moment ends, and she looks at him with fresh eyes, almost seeming to stare right into his soul.

"… If you do well, I might just introduce you to a couple of my friends. I know some lovely ladies who would be VERY interested in a young man with as much stamina as you have. Not to mention the size is always a definite plus. Sound like fun?"

Peter can barely contain himself as he nods up and down rapidly. Natasha just laughs, and then the two of them make their way out of the school as stealthily as possible, though by this point in the evening, there's not really anyone left around to see them leave.