Not so amazing Spiderman

The night proceeded amicably with barely a word from Nick, and only a few lust filled gazes from Craig, but oddly no recrimination could be found in those looks only a tinge of regret. That whole group had vacated the area early after food was consumed saying Craig and Nick needed to carry the blacked out Flash back to the cabin he shared with Felicia. MJ was a bit forlorn but understood why she wasn’t invited to what looked to be a fun fuck session.

MJ did find Peter’s small penis barely bothering her as she remained on his lap during the campfire cookout, slowly rocking back and forth on it. Overall, it was pleasant, the comradery. The evil looking bro staring at her unabated from next to Jonah annoyed her, but it was only a mild annoyance in an otherwise relaxing evening.

By the end of the night most of the Bugle was drunk and stumbling back home to their cabins. She did see a drunk Jonah ranting about Spiderman as he pulled Betty into his cabin door. His friend having disappeared into the night.

MJ and Peter stumbled back to their cabin together, holding hands in a sweat drunken state. Both giggling and laughing at each other’s silliness.

“So Tiger, let’s rumble in bed, I think you can apologize for your earlier mistakes by letting me take advantage and riding your face.” MJ said as she pushed the deliriously happy Peter back into their bedroom aggressively. She was like a woman possessed, she knew she had permission to fuck Peter and she wanted to be fucked hard right now. Having so many people around her who either had, or wanted to fuck her made her cunt drip with excitement.

Peter wanted to head out to explore the area again, he had heard rumblings the Kingpin was staying near the resort and wanted to find something on the man and have him put away, but he wasn’t about to turn down this offer, especially since he was already drunk. “Sure babe, just don’t pu...”

MJ shut him up by shoving onto the bed, its edge hitting the back of his legs causing him to fall backward as she leapt to sit on his chest and held his hands above his head and began tying them together with her sarong, tight enough even the amazing Spider-man couldn’t get out easily.

As she crawled up to place her thighs around his head she said, “Quiet Tiger, Mama wants your tongue to be licking not talking.” With that Mary Jane undid the ties on her bikini bottom and pulled the thin piece of fabric from her crotch before giving Peter’s face a fiery kiss of red, maybe a bit streaked white with Robbie’s dried cum.

MJ once thought Peter was quite a skilled linguist when pleasuring her pussy but after Felicia, she found his work sloppy and disappointing. She even found the normal domination games she played with him boring, she really didn’t know what she was doing. If Peter paled in comparison to Felicia, then she was a poor facsimile for Nick. Still, it was a bit thrilling to have Peter licking where his friend Robbie had left a deposit, not too many hours ago. Or it was, before Peter passed out drunk.

“Not so amazing after all,” lamented the annoyed redhead.

Pissed, MJ just rolled over, leaving the bound superhero laying half off the bed. It was near midnight, so she sent her required text to Nick and fell into a restless sleep. She did add the fact she was probably fucked by Robbie in the text to let Nick know she likely needed punishment.

As she slept she dreamed about being licked by Peter; flashes of him eating Nick’s creampie out of her freshly fucked hole bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Peter grabbing her hard nipples and twisting them as he ate at her. Rolling her over...

Her eyes flew open as she lay on her stomach finding her hands behind her back, her juicy cunt soaking the bedsheets as her orgasm finished washing through her. Looking to the side she could make a tied Peter laying on the side of the bed.

“Who is it? Don’t! I’ll scream rap...” MJ screams were cut short as her attacker donkey punched her, making her see stars.

“Bitch shut up, or hubby dies.” Her assailant slid the back of a knife across her throat, so she could feel the cold steel as it pressed against her, shivers ran down her as she began to tear up. “Fuck this bikini is so convenient, just a tug and it’s ready to plug. I think I'll keep it as a souvenir.”

She could feel the hot rod push itself into her, no thicker than Peter’s and only a fraction bigger, MJ could only whimper as the man began hard fast thrusts into her velvet cunt. She could feel no pleasure from the unwanted act. If anything she could feel her pussy drying up around the invading member. There was nothing sexy, or pleasant about the experience. She wanted to scream, or vomit but the steel pressed against her neck kept her immobile as her super hero husband lay near the rutting couples feet.

And then it stopped as she felt a heavy weight fall on her back, but surprisingly didn’t feel the spurt of cum inside her. Still she felt the penis shriveling up.

“Sorry sweety, this bad man needs to be taught a lesson.” MJ opened her eyes when she felt the man’s body pulled from her and only saw the silhouette of a woman dressed in black carrying a naked man from her cabin, "Also, little Petey was too short for this ride this morning, just FYI."

Heart rending sobs broke from her body, shaking the bed more than the man's fucking had. All she could do was curl up in a ball and weep. Robbie had been one thing, he at least she knew and liked, hell she had been teasing him to get him to react. This stranger was something else, she still didn't even know his face. Even worse was the feeling of helplessness as the knife pressed to her throat. Her dead-drunk husband's superpowers rendered useless. Her faith in Peter Parker only further eroding, as he once again failed to protect her.

The sobbing slowed as rage took over, rage at her fourth assailant of the week, rage at the two acquaintances, rage at the third, her husband, for his utter uselessness. First, it was Craig drugging her. No matter how good of a fuck he was, he had **** her the first time. Next was Peter, he had fucked her ass in the shower after she said no. Then it was Robbie at the pool, waiting until she was drunk and relaxed in the 'safety' of a friend he had **** her. Finally, this prick of a stranger had assaulted her in the bed she was sharing with her husband.

Fucking Nick was the best, and he had started by basically attempting to **** her. At least he had mostly asked her permission, and given her an out with her safe word. Perhaps it was a due to a lack of good comparison, but her respect for Nick only increased.

For the second night in a row she got little sleep as she planned out her talk with her husband. He had a lot of explaining to do. He was about to get two barrel-fulls.