Frank Castle had had a bad fucking day. He had put months of work into staking out mafia members, had gone undercover to gain the trust of key players, and today, all his work had been blown to bits, similar in fashion to what he had intended to do to the Kingpin's head.
It was that miserable spider again! He always seemed to apprehend the people Frank needed for leads, and not knowing that Frank was playng an undercover game, had given the vet a few extra head wounds on more than one occasion. Today though, was the greatest foul of all. Frank had finally gotten word that the Kingpin himself was to be in Central Park, but Spiderman had intercepted him en route. In no mood for games, and with no other option, Frank had loosed the submachine gun under his trench coat and ran off the little bug- he was fairly sure he had hit his target- otherwise he may not have gotten off so easy. The police though, had been alerted, and Frank had had to make flight without his head.
Spiderman was more and more nothing but a nuisance. He was getting in the way, he was a genuine danger, and he didn't have the balls to finish the job. Putting these monsters away was never enough. The only thing that worked was finishing the job. And if the spider couldn't do that, he was nothing. Nothing but a roadblock. And it was time to clear the fucking road.
Tracking him didn't prove to be difficult. He had commandeered a mighty fine BSA motorcycle, and all he had to do was drive around, listening to a police scanner built into his helmet, and soon enough there was a call of house fire just around the corner. Following the smoke, Frank pulled to the side of the road and watched. It was only a matter of seconds before the brightly colored figure came swinging in like Tarzan. Bursting through a window black with soot, the hero quickly had pulled out two figures, one in each arm, and leapt gracefully to the ground. It was a shame, what Frank had to do, but there was a bigger picture involved here.
Spiderman was hard to follow, but not impossible. Weaving through city streets, he was just able to keep the web slinger in his sights. Finally he landed on a window ledge, and looking around quickly, popped it open and snuck in. Frank counted the floors.
***
Frank sat watch until on his police scanner he once again heard that Spidey was active. He must have snuck out another way, not surprising, really. Frank got off his bike, grinding a half smoked cigarette into grimy, oily asphalt. His last puff he inhaled deep into his lungs, relishing the sharp bite of the hot smoke. Whores he passed started to make a pass and thought better of it as they saw a cold determination, in his eyes, a scary, assured purpose to his walk. Obviously the web slinger wasn't doing a great job if his neighborhood still looked like this. Frank spat into a puddle. He looked up at grey clouds. They were just beginning to drizzle.
To get into the brick apartment complex, Frank just started buzzing numbers. "Fed Ex." It only took a moment and he was inside.
He felt his heart begin to pick up it's beat as he got closer to the floor. He loved this feeling. This more than anything else, he reflected with cold honesty, was what drove him. The feeling before, and the feeling after. He reached the landing.
From the placement of the window, he quickly narrowed it down to one apartment. One thickly gloved hand reached to knock one of the doors. He honestly had no idea what was about to happen. Anybody could be behind that door. Ninjas, a giant humanoid maneating lizard, SHIELD agents, it was his best guess. Maybe Spidey even came back already. He reached back into his waistband to grip a .38 special tightly.
When the door opened it was the most ravishing beauty he had ever seen- and wait, he KNEW her. Not only had he seen her on billboards all across New York- he had found her on a BDSM site online. She had said her husband was always gone and busy, and that his size was unable to satisfy her. They had gone to hook up at a motel not far away. The girl was a freak. Frank was the type not to get involved- that's why he liked married women who would keep it low key and who wouldn't bother him about a relationship. This girl though, was one that had stayed on his mind. She had honest eyes, shocking red hair, playful dimples in her smile, magnificent perky tits- not too big, just perfect C's that jutted up proudly from her chest. The girl had a tight toned stomach that had just enough softness to it from being too athletic, and her skin was an incredible milky white- they made her dazzling red lips and hair stand out even further. She was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt lazily tucked into jean shorts.
Her eyes went big- but then, trying to shove down her fears, she threw out a wry smile.
"One rodeo wasn't enough for you, huh?" She gave him a quick up and down. "Trenchcoats aren't typical Netflix and chill apparel. Listen. I don't know what your plan is, but this is my HOUSE. I live here, with my husband, And you cannot be here. And frankly, you being here right now is blowing any chance you had with me in the future. This is downright creepy. You should have sent me an email at least. What were you thinking?"
Frank had to think fast. "Does your husband tell you everything about himself? You don't trust me, and why should you, but do you trust him? You say he's always gone. Where is he always going?"
This is not what Mary Jane expected. "My relationship with my husband has nothing to do with you. Honestly, I should have never gone on that site. Please go now." She began to close the door but Frank stuck his foot in the way.
"I know the truth, Mary. It was Mary, right? I can tell you. Let me in and I can explain."
"You can explain from there."
"You husband is Spiderman. That's why he's always leaving. Does he tend to have unexplained bruised often? Is he disappearing at random hours on a regular basis? Have you ever seen him at the same time as Spiderman? Have you ever had strangely romantic moments with Spiderman?"
He watched with pleasure as her suave demeanor began to break down. "Uh, umm. what? Do you have proof?"
"I saw Spiderman sneak into what looked to be your bathroom window about two hours ago. Was he here then?" He let his eyes scan her body again. The way her tits pressed out against her t-shirt sent electricity zapping through him. Her nipples pressed out at him against the thin white fabric.
"That was right before I got home. He had left the whole apartment a mess even though I had asked him to please get off his ass and do some dishes." She gestured to the pile behind her in a sink that was deeply inadequate. "But okay. Let's say I believe you. Why are you telling me this? This changes nothing between him and I."
"Oh, you are totally fine with the knowledge that your marriage is an entire sham, a boldfaced lie? Well alright. Remember when the paper published an articled just a few weeks ago about Spidey and the Black Cat rolling around together? Well, they were doing more than rolling. Common knowledge on the street. It's obvious. He doesn't care about you! He has his little superhero gal that has a body crafted by supersoldier chemicals. You think you could ever compete with somebody who can actually share in his life, who he can actually open up to? This day was always coming."
Mary Jane's lip began to quiver. There was something about this man. His tone did have a bite of harshness, but there was truth behind it. She found herself, somehow, completely believing this man. He took a step closer to her, his hand finding the soft skin at the nape of her neck. She felt every hair on her body stand to attention. She found herself drawn to his eyes. He didn't look away- meeting her gaze his other hand came up to brush her face. She felt a tear start to fall,
"I love him. Or I did once. I feel like I don't even know who he is anymore." She looked up at him. "Let's find him. Prove all of this to me. Right now."
Frank was shocked by the sudden ferocity of her tone. "Are you sure you are ready for that? Are you willing to trust me, and get in a car with a big scary man you barely know?"
"Please, I already let you fuck my face the last time we met, what else are you gonna do to me?" Frank smiled, thinking of the possibilities.
***
This time it was a bank robbery. Mary Jane had been restless, forced to wrap her arms around this man as they rode the steamy city streets. His chest was so large- she found herself enjoying the rippling muscles hiding beneath his coat. Memories of their night kept coming back to her. It had been the only time she had ever cheated on Peter, and afterwards she had been so ashamed, but it had felt so amazing! Frank had used her like no man ever had. Several nights, late at night with Peter beside her, she had told him to dominate her, to fuck her like he was angry. He had never been able to do for her what Frank had that one night. Besides, his...weapon... was so much larger than Peter's. She grew wet just thinking of his massive tool fucking the back of her throat. She had felt so helpless, just a little afraid, but it was so thrilling! Peter never gave her that.
But now they were moving, and she watched as Spiderman (could that really be her husband?) land on the hood of the getaway car. As bullets flew past him he punched through the windshield and grabbed the wheel. With a jerk he steered the car into a brick wall, leaping free at the last moment. It was just then that the Black Cat came into view, running around the corner. Pulling the criminals out of the car together, they piled them in a heap and Spidey tied them with a spray of web. He turned to the Black Cat, who was glowing at him, and they stepped closer and kissed. She wrapped her arms around him with gusto and her leg kicked up. Mary noticed tongue. It looked to be the same way Peter kissed.
"Call him." She did. She watched, in shock, as under his costume, there was the light of a cell phone. Pulling it out, he opened it.
"Hey Mary Jane!" His breath came in hard, he was panting. "I'll be home soon, just caught in traffic."
"Okay Peter." She was trying to hold back tears. "See you soon." They hung up. Peter-Spiderman-her husband- turned back to the Black Cat for another kiss. He even took handful of soft breast in his hand as their tongues met. Mary Jane's eyes burned. Frank looked at them with a mixture of apprehension and respect. There was fire in this girl. He felt his pants bulge and had to adjust himself. She spoke next.
"Let's go back home. Let's show this prick that you don't fuck with Mary Jane." She glanced at him. "Do you own a gun? This is Spiderman we are talking about? You don't have to come with me if you don't want." With a smirk he pulled back his coat revealing his shirt, the skull telling all, and the SMG and hand cannon telling even more.
"I can handle myself."
***
Peter ached all over. Visions of lying in bed with Mary Jane in his arms filled his mind. Walking up the stairs to his apartment seemed to take a lifetime. When he shoved the key in the lock and stepped inside there was only a brief moment where his spidey sense flashed. It was not fast enough.
When her woke up he was tied in a chair, his hands behind his back and pointed to the floor. The knots were done well, and even with his super strength he couldn't budge them. The chair was metal, and secured to the floor somehow.
"Our friend is up."
He looked up to see a man, a mountain of muscle, looking down on him and carrying a short pump action shotgun.
"Well Spidey, the moment is finally here. You get to see what a real man looks like. I know a lot of people are easily impressed, but you have always been a half measure, Peter. It is Peter right?"
Peter tried to tell him to fuck off but a gag in his mouth turned it into a garbled mess.
"Oh listen to that. That sounds just like it sounds when I brush MJ's mouth with cock. Could you demonstrate, Mary Jane?"
Slow and sultry, her hips moving with each step MJ walked into view. She wore a black bra which lifted her tits to jut out over her rib cage. She had long stockings and a garter belt, and black crotchless panties which exposed the red vibrant hair between her legs. Peter started screaming through the gag, straining at his bonds.
"Oh poor little spider," teased Mj. Walking up to him with venom, she slapped him across the face. "You could have just told me the truth Peter. Instead you wanted to play superhero and fuck women in spandex. Well payback is a bitch."
She dropped to her knees in front of Castle. His pants were already bulging. Pulling out his cock, it stretched across her face. Peter couldn't believe this was happening. Tears were streaming down his face. No. This wasn't real. Her red lips were inches from the tip of his hard tool. Her big green eyes looked up into Frank's, a look of sheer sexual enjoyment like she had never given him. Her lips flashed a smile and she bent down and licked the base of his balls.
"NO!" Peter tried to scream. Tearing at the ropes got him nothing but more tired. She stroked his shaft slowly as she licked his nuts, licking her hand and circling it around the giant head of his massive cock. It was a good three times bigger than Peter's, which he could feel getting hard watching another man get his balls licked by his wife.
Licking from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, she sat on her knees and came eye to eye with the head of Frank's cock. She looked at Peter. Once she did this there was no going back. She squeezed his balls and attacked his tool.
She tried to deepthroat to his balls but barely got a a third of the way. She had her hair in pigtails, and Frank grabbed them, pulled, and proceeded to shove his cock violently down her throat. Gripping her head like a bowling ball Frank used his hips and arms to roughly guide MJ's willing throat up and down his hard cock. He pulled all the way out and MJ stuck out her tongue, saliva trailing from his cock to ehr bright red lips. He beat his cock on them, and she stuck out her tongue, and he beat the head of his cock up and down on her tongue and lips, as she did ber best to lick it and brush her lips against it, until he made a grimace and she knew he was about to come. He pulled her head onto it and she happily complied. Peter watched as she greedily sucked up his come. Frank could barely stand as he came shooting into her mouth, watching her big eyes looking up at him as she sucked it down. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!"
She began to choke on it, and come came spurting out her mouth onto his shaft, cum shooting out her nose. She pulled off of it and he continued to shoot onto her face and tits as he took her by the throat. She obediently stuck out her tongue to lap it up, When he was done he roughly tossed her to the ground.
"Did you enjoy that spidey? Because we ain't done."