1 comments/  6006 views/  6 favorites

The Kiss of the Spider Woman Ch. 01

By: ipreferoral



The world's most cunning and diabolical criminal mind, Lex Luthor, lay back across his mean prison cot, his head supported against the painted concrete wall, eyes closed. His fist caressed his cock, dreaming of his glory days when young beauties were drawn like moths to his flame, or at least to his ready cash. He had grown fond of one of those beauties, she who had stayed with him in his secret lair in the abandoned Gotham subway tunnels. Although not his intellectual equal, she was possessed of a compliant nature, a beautiful ass, an overflowing rack and a wonderful pair of cocksucking lips. Ah, those lips, wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down as he clutched his fingers in her lacquered hair...

...until that bastard, Superman, had foiled his nefarious schemes - by sheer luck, mind you – breaking into Lex Luthor's lair, exposing his plans and humiliating him! Now, the criminal mastermind lived in a solitary cell in the high security wing of the prison, fisting his cock and dreaming of revenge. 

Then, his anger subsided and his mind returned to the woman's ass stretching her sheath dress, her white tits spilling from its bodice as she bent over his cock, sucking... 

His cum pending, something, maybe a faint noise, caused him to open his eyes. Then, they widened in shock. Impossible! In his tiny cell, looming over him, not a yard away from his knees, stood an apparition of female pulchritude, clad in a skin-tight, black, hooded jumpsuit, a black domino mask surrounding her eyes. His heart pounded, his fist opened and he stared, cock falling and forgotten, trying to recalibrate his mighty brain to account for this new reality. Even in such close proximity, her outline blurred and shifted, straining his eyes. Was she wearing a stealth fabric – could such a thing exist? 

Lex threw his weight forward to rise, but could not move. A glance down showed pearlescent webbing lightly holding him down to the cot and against the wall. Although surprised, he did not fear this situation. He never did – he could defeat any opponent by sheer intellectual force. Besides, the appearance of this beauty was the most intriguing phenomenon of his stay in the big house.

Then her scent surrounded him. A sudden fog of lust threatened to swamp his intellect. His cock suddenly retumesced, larger than ever, rampant to feel her touch. She gracefully knelt, sweeping back the hood to reveal rich, blonde tresses. She spread his knees and leaned over his shaft, cradling his bursting organ in one hand, his balls in the other. Her eyes dropped briefly to inspect her handful, then rose to his face. He saw that her eyes were odd behind her mask. At first glance, they appeared to be of the ordinary blue, albeit lovely, variety, but they had a supraordinary luster. She smiled slightly, then bent her head to his cock and ran her tongue from his balls up to the tip, inspiring a drop of clear fluid to materialize and start drooling over her fingers. He started at the sudden sensation and groaned, "Yes, bitch! That's it. Suck my giant cock!"

Above one side of her mask, an eyebrow made a momentary appearance and her head tilted quizzically, but she bent again to her task without demur. She plunged her mouth down around his cock.

He groaned loudly as the slippery heat and wriggling tongue assaulted his cock. Raising her mouth from his straining flesh, she spoke in a rich voice, "Now Lex, you wouldn't want the guards to hear you, would you?"

He shook his head and whispered, "Suck me!"

Despite his commanding pretension, he felt that he was losing control of this situation. His cock was enveloped again, the heat of her mouth swirling, his balls gently kneaded by her cradling hand. His cum was rising quickly - he couldn't stave it off. Her sucking was impossibly good! He twisted on the bed as much as his bonds would allow, trying to stifle his grunts as his orgasm approached. It was going to be a big one. His hips heaved up, then she pulled her mouth off his cock! 

He gasped, his eyes bulging as his spasms began, but were aborted by her hands clamping his cock and balls painfully. The hands relaxed and a small rivulet of cum pulsed from his cockhead, but the massive explosion that must follow was halted. In agony, he grimaced and stared at her. Full lips pursed, her kiss descended and delicately sucked in the errant sperm. Her tongue extended delicately, sweeping up the remnants, then she grinned at him, "Well, Lex, shall we talk?"

"Bitch!" he whispered, furiously. "Finish the job!"

She said, stroking his cock lightly, "Poor Lex. You have something I want. Give it to me and I'll finish you off in style."

Panting with cum-frustration, he growled, "Yes! What is it?"

Slowly rolling her cupped palm over Lex's wet, distended cockhead, she replied, "Green kryptonite."

Groaning, he said, "It's all gone. I don't have any left!"

She bent her head to his cock. Her tongue slowly swabbed a delicious circuit around the flared head. He gasped as his cum rose again, then her hand squeezed painfully around the base of his cock. 

He gasped, "They took it away. All I had!"

She made a moue, looking sad. Withdrawing her hand from his cock shaft, she inserted her middle finger into her embouchure, wetting it with her copious saliva. With the other hand, she squeezed and forcefully lifted his ball sack. Involuntarily, he lifted his ass from the cot. Quickly, she slid her hand between his buttocks and ran the wet finger up his anus. He gasped at the sudden, painful intrusion. Then she crooked the finger gently against his prostate and sucked his cock into her mouth again, swirling. It felt like his ass and cock were joined in a timeless moment of simultaneous pain and pleasure. He mewed and thrust his cock into her face. Chuckling quietly, she slowly lifted her face from his bulging cock and squeezed his balls, harder this time. "Poor Lex, do you need to cum?"

"All right, all right! I have some. Just a few micrograms, though!"

"Very good, Lex", she replied. "Where is it?"

"If I tell you, will you make me cum?"

"Of course, Lex, and I'll swallow it all. I love to eat the cum of such a powerful man." Her hand left his balls and settled gently on his pubis, while the finger in his ass stroked gently. Her tongue did another circuit, licking the juices oozing from his cock, while she pressed down on his pubis, stretching his cock skin back so that he involuntarily thrust up against her hand, propelled by the beautiful torture of his prostate. She lifted her head to smile at him. His swollen cock waved in her face as his chest heaved with his helpless exertions. Her tongue flicked out to catch another dollop of his cream, expressed by the pressure on his prostate.

Lex gasped, "It's in a lead box, hidden in a false wall of the subway tunnel, one hundred paces east of my hideout, south side! Please, suck me!"

"Oh, Lex", she cooed. Her head bent again. He gasped as his cock was once more bathed in the pleasure of her mouth. This time, her lips kept going down. His flared glans bumped ecstatically against the entrance to her throat. She pushed her lips down further while her finger pushed up his ass. He could swear that they met in the middle of his body. His orgasm exploded as her throat closed around the head like a slippery vise and her lips pressed against his pubis. Her head bobbed; her throat fucked his spewing cock. He screamed, a guttural animal sound, as his whole body heaved. Every muscle of his body worked spastically to pump his cum into her sucking throat. His consciousness faded to black.

The cell door burst open and two guards filled the room. Immediately, they spotted Luthor's body twitching in its bonds, his cock detumescing and dribbling fluids across his thigh. As they wildly scanned the tiny room, pulling out their truncheons and Tasers, a shadow flowed unseen across the ceiling and out the top of the door. A guard's hand to Luthor's throat confirmed that he still had a weak pulse. Throughout the prison, radios pealed, "Emergency lockdown! Medical assistance to high security wing, immediately!" 

But by morning, the crisis had passed without resolution, as had Lex Luthor's unknown assailant.

The Kiss of the Spider Woman Ch. 02



As the pale light of dawn pushed back the shadows in the grimy alley, the patrolling officers found a man unconscious. He was spread-eagled against the wall, his head drooping, fastened all around by sticky strands of web. His limp penis and balls lolled out of his open trouser flies for all to see. His slack, emaciated face hinted at the agonies he had endured. Swiftly, battling the tenacious webbing, the fire department cut him free. The ambulance rushed him to General Hospital for resuscitation.

Over the following days and weeks, in the dark places all over town, men were found trapped in spider-like webs. All were dehydrated, apparently by loss of sexual fluids. Their occupations were various: CEO, drug lord, senior bureaucrat, Olympic swimmer, SWAT team captain, cordon bleu chef and more. Although they all eventually recovered, none would speak of their trials. Why not? Was it shame, terror?

Reporters on the police beat picked up the thread, the headlines followed and then, blame. Who could have done this? Terrorists? Spiderman? At first, hoping to trap the perpetrator, the police withheld the key fact: the men were found with their flies open and their genitals pendant, but the rumors were spreading. Opinion pieces ranted that the coming crisis of moral decay must be averted. Christian outrage was growing. In newsrooms, editors shouted, "Get out there and get that story!" Young, naïve reporters put on their best investigative faces and, nervously, ventured forth into the dark.

Peter Parker, of the Daily Bugle, was one such young reporter, apparently ordinary, but with unique advantages: his secret spider powers and his clever brain. His wrist-mounted web projectors squirted sticky, silvery, wet web compound for tens, or even hundreds, of feet. He could penetrate places that the other reporters couldn't, or wouldn't. Leaving the Bugle building at dusk, he stripped off his disguising street clothes, slipped on his mask and disappeared into the darkness.

In a nameless alley, passing under a dimly glowing lamp, his enhanced spider senses tingled. He heard the tiny noise that didn't belong. Faster than the ordinary eye can see, he spun around into combat stance, his body low, arms and legs spread, but too late! Already, fine strands of clinging, glistening fluid enveloped him, slowing his movements, trapping his arms and legs. He faintly sensed a movement in front of him, a shadow. He tried to bring his web projectors to bear, but his arms were already fastened to the wall behind him by a web, incredibly strong. He grimaced behind his mask, applied all of his spider-strength, but his limbs were held fast! 

He heard a rich, throaty chuckle. The shadow moved into the dim light, resolving itself from a vague blur into the silhouette of a woman. His body reacted to her curvaceous shape, strong and sleek. His heart pounded and he flushed. More details emerged as she approached: her black form-fitting suit, difficult to focus on, hood thrown back; her blonde hair caught at the nape of her long neck; a small mask over her eyes. Those eyes! Glowing blue coals behind the mask, like living jewels. A pert nose with freckles, full curved lips, firm chin. His gaze was drawn down. Her over-sized tits - high, round and proud - stretched the black fabric of her costume. Her trim waist and flat belly led his eyes down to the subtle mound between her rounded hips, then down her rippling thighs to the length of her beautiful calves and trim feet. 

As she approached, her scent struck him like heat in his belly and balls. He was overwhelmed by lust. Against his will, his cock erected itself in his suit, straining toward her. He struggled against the webs that held him to the wall, but he could not free himself. She paused to study him, her gorgeous tits not a foot from his belly. Her graceful hand rose to his face and stroked his cheek. He could see that her wrist projectors, much like his own, were seeping fluids. Holding his gaze, she raised her wrist to her lips and licked the fluids away, then knelt before him.

Peter gasped as her fingers brushed the bulging length of his confined prick that stretched the close-fitting shorts of his costume. She smiled up at him as she expertly worked the seam, her pink tongue peeking out between her pearly teeth. He stared, dumbfounded. The glowing blue coals entranced him. Then, his cock popped free into the cool evening air, pointing at her nose. Her tongue slipped out further from between her lips. She leaned forward and gently licked the bulging head of his cock, the heat of her breath searing him. He gasped. A bubble of clear juice pulsed from his cock head, spreading across her tongue.

This was the first time that a woman had touched his cock! His lost girlfriend, Gwen, had allowed him to kiss her and to gently fondle the softness of her pert tits beneath her sweater, but had asked him to wait before going further. He had trusted her, opened himself to the possibilities that she brought to his heart and his life. Suddenly, she had been taken from him, slain by the cruelty of the insane criminal, the Green Goblin. Since that moment of helplessness and tragedy, he had hidden himself from women, losing himself in his scientific pursuits. But, the woman kneeling before him was beyond his wildest dreams. Beyond her beauty, she exuded an energy that drew him inexorably...

...into her mouth. The shock, the wet heat of her mouth, as it engulfed his swollen prick, overwhelmed him. The pressure built in his belly as the slippery ring of her lips slid smoothly down his cock. He felt writhing electricity against the bottom of his meat. Some part of his brain that still functioned rationally deduced that her tongue must be massaging the bottom of his cock as her lips drew closer to his body. Sudden slippery pressure around his cock head, then the lips pressed against his pubis and the writhing tongue swabbed the front of his balls. He heard her moan. Looking down, he met her eyes - wide blue vortices drawing him in. His emotions and his cum rose at once. She drew her head back, lips stretching as she sucked, drawing the intense sensations up to the tip of his cockhead. His swollen cock emerged from her mouth, bouncing and drooling, bigger than he had ever seen it. His cum rushed up inside the shaft. The first jet struck her upper lip. Her eyes widened. Moaning softly, she pressed her pursed lips against the tip of his cock, then pushed her kiss back down to the root, his spewing cockhead lodging in her tight throat.

He screamed and arched, slamming his pubic bone against her teeth. His prick pumped, the white heat extending from the core of his belly into her mouth. Every muscle in his body clenched. His wrist projectors sprayed webbing that draped itself everywhere - brick walls, fire escapes and garbage cans. Again and again, his guts clenched, his guttural screams echoing as ropes of pearlescent webbing festooned the grimy alley. The spasms of perfect pleasure went on and on, then began to fade. The reverberations of his own voice drew him back to reality. He opened his eyes, looked down and met her glowing eyes that held his as she drained him. Slowly, not relinquishing his gaze, she pulled back, her lips exposing inch after inch of his bulging meat, still spastically pumping his essence. Soon, she had only his cock head in her mouth, his shaft deflating. Then, the head popped free, dropping to wetly slap his thigh. She paused, looking deeply into his soul. She raised a hand to lift his cock, bestowing a soft, sucking kiss on the drooling tip, claiming the last drops of his strength.

His consciousness was fading. Briefly, he felt a wind against his face. She was spun on her knees, her blonde hair swirling. A new presence filled the alley: red cape fluttering, solid stance, crossed arms, blue-black hair, an unmistakable handsome face, blue, red and gold costume, the stylized letter "S" emblazoned in red and gold on his massive chest. Then, Peter knew no more.