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Daddy Time
🕑 Added 2021-12-23 17:00:06 +0000 UTCPeter wished he could sleep. He’d lain in bed for an hour now and he was utterly exhausted—drained by the endlessly cycling visions of all the ways he could’ve died when he was Spider-Man. Deaths that now seemed fated for Mayday.
He’d given her his blessing to be Spider-Girl, agreed to train her so she wouldn’t make the same mistakes he had, wouldn’t lose a leg or worse. But that didn’t still his anxiety. He’d read the same sentence on his tablet a couple dozen times and he was no closer to turning the page than he’d been when he’d turned the thing on.
“I’m proud of you, tiger.”
Peter lowered the tablet and suddenly didn’t feel either sleepy or drained. Mary Jane stood in the doorway of their bedroom, only she wasn’t wearing the usual pajamas—not that she looked anything less than fantastic in those—but a babydoll nightie in a girlish shade of pink, the shimmering satin and lacey embroidery caressing her shoulders with spaghetti straps, pressing tight to her curvy body, and stopping at a hem that hung like a teasing touch around mid-thigh.
Mary Jane wasn’t a stranger to wearing such sexy negligee, but ever since their daughter had gotten big enough to crawl into bed with them, she’d fallen out of the habit—saving the lingerie for the rare occasions when they could afford to take a day trip or weekend getaway.
Even when May was in junior high, neither of them dared to sleep naked. But seeing MJ’s long, luscious legs, the freckled flesh of her toned arms, and the leading hints of the flesh underneath the semi-translucent nightie, Peter was suddenly ready to pick up where they’d left off.
“I’m proud of me too,” Peter muttered, as always amazed that a girl like Mary Jane was willing to look at him, let alone be his wife. She looked like she should be hanging out with Thor or Hercules, not mere mortals…
Mary Jane smiled at him, giving her nightie a quick, flattening caress from chest to hips. “Not about that.” Then her eyes flicked to the covers that held Peter’s lower body, beginning to go up like a circus big-top. “Not even about that…” She coyly batted her eyes as she sat down on the foot of the bed. “I know how worried you were about May. I am too. Deciding to let her be Spider-Girl anyway… I think it takes real courage.”
“Or stupidity,” Peter muttered darkly.
He wished he could indulge in the praise MJ was offering to him, but he felt like a fraud. Half of him just agreeing to ‘train’ May so he could tell her she wasn’t good enough, wasn’t ready to face real danger—arguing her out of being Spider-Girl like some greasy lawyer instead of putting his foot down and forbidding it.
Another part of him knew that May would be good enough to meet all his expectations, if he only let her.
Mary Jane reached out to his good knee, squeezing it through the bedsheet. “No. We’re doing the right thing. I remember being May’s age. If there was something I really wanted to do, that I was passionate about the way May feels about this—I would explode if my parents tried to cage me. So I just wanted to say that I love you and I’m so glad you’re my husband and I’m even more glad that you knocked me up.”
“Keep wearing nighties. That’s all the thanks I need.”
“Not quite.” Mary Jane slid off the bed, took hold of the sheets, and pulled them back—bunching them up against the footboard to leave Peter’s body exposed. “I wanna show you my appreciation.”
“You mind if I show you my appreciation of that nightie at the same time?” Peter asked, sitting up. “It would save time—“
“Uh-uh.” Mary Jane launched herself down onto the bed at his side, carrying Peter down with her so she ended up curled up with him, petting the chiseled muscles that all the soft living in the world couldn’t erase. His bare chest, the saltpeter hair that bristled on it—trailing down his abs to the waistband of his boxers… “I would enjoy that… I would enjoy that a lot… but I want to do something that isn’t for my enjoyment, it’s all yours. Well, mostly yours.”
Pressing her body into his side, she tugged down his waistband until it was underneath his cock, letting the stiffened organ thrust up into the air, big and throbbing. Mary Jane kissed him as she lewdly stroked it. Even after all these years of marriage, it was a pleasant surprise how long it took her to caress from the base of his prick to the head.
Of course, Mary Jane was being a little dishonest. She was fully expecting to have some hellacious nightmares at the thought of her daughter being in danger. After Peter had lost his leg, without the coping mechanism of being Spider-Man, all that nervous energy had translated into some of the best sex of their lives—Mary Jane relearning Peter’s body, growing used to his disability, finding that to a man with the proportionate strength and stamina of a spider, it was only a mild impediment to giving her the sexual bliss she was used to.
And now she knew for a fact that Peter would sleep better after a good blowjob, just like her dreams would be far more pleasing with his hot cum filling her belly.
“Don’t you worry about your little tigress, tiger. I only want you to sit back and watch,” Mary Jane breathed, kissing her way over the broad muscle of his chest and the sculpted six-pack below, preparing to nestle her head between his potent thighs.
Peter sprawled out flat on his back, his cock pulsing stiffly up in the air. Mary Jane took hold of it, lewdly corkscrewing her fist up to his cockhead to slick her palm with his leaking precum, then painting it back down his shaft.
“Face it, daddy. You just hit the jackpot.”
Opening her mouth, she took the crown of Peter’s manhood into her lips. Wetly, lovingly, she clasped them around the thick shaft, pausing only to inhale the salty musk of his cock and feel its trembling arousal roll through her tender lips. Then she shut her eyes and shamelessly milked him, laving her tongue over and around his burgeoning knob.
“Holy shit!” Peter’s bearded face tightened with pleasure as Mary Jane stroked him with a skillful combination of pitching lips and lavishing tongue. “You must… really want me to come quick!”
Mary Jane chuckled at the thought, her laughter muffled by the obvious gag. Even if Peter were short on endurance, it wasn’t like it ever took him long to get another hard-on. There was a reason Mayday had been conceived so early in their marriage…
Breathing through her nostrils, she strained her lips further apart, then put herself down another few inches of Peter’s length. Her cheeks glowed pinkly while she eagerly suckled the newly devoured portion of his endowment, twisting her head to turn her full lips along his throbbing girth.
Mary Jane felt her own arousal running wetly out of her sex, preparing her already for the next round as she bobbed her head up and down on her husband’s prick. She was fucking herself on it, nearly choking while she tried to force all of him into her slender throat. It was a struggle that she sometimes won, and sometimes lost. But of course, she loved satisfying Peter too much to ever really consider it a loss.
And maybe she wasn’t any kind of vestal virgin, because she also liked the slurping, gulping sounds that filled the room… the back-and-forth as she sucked and he throbbed… and the anticipation of just what all this sucking would get her—soon enough—but not too soon.
“Oh fuck, MJ, it almost hurts how hard you get me!” Peter gasped, petting her hair with endless admiration. As her most striking feature, Mary Jane felt her mane was what Peter liked best about her—which had a certain chicken-or-the-egg quality to it. Was she so proud of it because Peter loved it so much or did Peter love it because of the pride she took in it?
Either way, maybe it was time to grow her hair out again. Feeling her husband pet her from scalp to chin was simply not enough for her.
“God, suck me harder! I love how much you want my cum! You won’t settle for anything less, will you?”
Mary Jane winked at him, thinking of the huge load that must be building up in him, coming to a boil—her own favorite feature of her partner’s trying to produce enough cum to satisfy her. She felt her cheeks reddening as she sucked him even harder, lovingly molding her lips to the veiny stiffness of his manhood.
Now he was ready to spurt. MJ could feel it. His cock trembled violently, as hard as steel. His muscles were flexing, as taut as his prick, veins standing out and sweat coursing downward. It aroused her madly, how hard Peter had to restrain himself just to keep from giving in to her blowjobs.
It wasn’t enough to taste him. She had to feel him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock like they had a mind of her own. After a touch of his quaking erection, she had to have even more. Furiously, she pumped her hand up and down on the length of his cock that eluded her mouth.
While she sucked on his cockhead, her hand was a blur on the bottom of his shaft. Mary Jane stroked him off as hard as she could, knowing that as good as she was, her mouth alone couldn’t make Peter come if he was determined to last.
Her wrist started to ache—too much time writing and drawing instead of important things, like feverishly tugging and pumping his dick. She sucked tirelessly on his knob and the delicious pearls of precum that emerged only to be licked away by her ferociously lapping tongue.
“Play with my balls, MJ!” Peter moaned, his visage an ecstatic mask. He pulled at Mary Jane’s hair and bucked his hips, helping her to fuck her own face on his prick.
Mary Jane’s other hand glided between his legs, cupping his scrotum. One more squeeze was the last bit of pressure he needed. His cock jolted and spilled a torrent of cum down Mary Jane’s throat; Peter throbbing, bucking as his balls emptied their thick cum into MJ’s mouth.
She loved the taste even more than she’d thought she would—sucking and jerking on Peter’s shooting member harder than ever, greedily devouring the river of semen he fed her. Cum frothed at the corners of her lips, trickling down the sides of her chin. Still Mary Jane kept sucking, determined to drain Peter’s balls of all their contents.
“Oh goddamn,” Peter muttered dazedly when Mary Jane let his cock leak out of her mouth. “Christ, you really emptied me out. I feel like I won’t come again for a year!”
Mary Jane giggled happily, wiping her husband’s cum from her mouth with the back of her fist—then daintily licking it back into her mouth. “You’d better reschedule, tiger. Now that I’ve seen how fun you are when it’s just me doing all the work, I want you to give me the full treatment.”
Peter laughed. “You picked the right nightgown to make that request in.”
Mary Jane flaunted her pink nightie. With the way it ruffled and bunched, the hem pretty much sat parallel with her groin—giving tasty, fleeting glances of just what a redhead MJ really was. “Really? I was thinking of taking it off…”
“Let me worry about that,” Peter said, reaching for her. “Remember, you wanted the full treatment.”
Comments
Shendude
Absolutely delectable. That said, one minor nitpick; at one point, you mention MJ being between Pete's legs, which, uh...
