Peter Parker entered his apartment after dealing with HYDRA's latest scheme to take over the world. And the scheme involved detonating a weapon which would destroy a preserve which would destroy some of the rarest, plants in the world. That plan by HYDRA incurred the wrath of one Poison Ivy, who intended to make HYDRA pay. It was very amazing how troubled situations lead to some pretty strange bedfellows.
Still, they put a stop to HYDRA's latest scheme, and now Peter was home for a nice, relaxing evening, where he hoped to get some rest. Only, when he turned on the light, his walls had been covered with vines, and there was a large red rose which was growing up in the center of his bed.
Wondering what this was all about, Peter approached the side of the wall and frowned. The vines rose up and Peter looked around on the bed.
"Careful for the thorns. They can hurt when you prick them."
The pedals of the powers bloomed and Peter's eyes shifted towards a reclining Poison Ivy in the center of the flower. She had leaves covering her female bits, and not much out. Peter drank in every inch of her body. She was dangerous, and beautiful, which was a combination. A beautiful face, juicy plump lips, red hair which shined in the moonlight, and also a curvy hourglass body. Her breasts drew Peter's attention in.
"Peter Parker," Poison Ivy said. "I'm here to thank you for your help tonight. HYDRA is a nuisance on the world, and they are even worse than the white collar businessmen who claim to be doing good for the world, while causing damage to Mother Nature."
Peter would have liked to say those two options were not mutually exclusive. He saw Pamela stand up and the leave just barely covered her center. Her legs were very look. Gorgeous stems, no pun intended, which drew Peter's attention.
"Pamela, you can still do a lot of good for the world," Peter said.
"I have, less HYDRA operatives on the street, much better everything is," Pamela said.
She sauntered closer towards Peter and began to close the distance between the two of them. Her two breasts stuck out in front of Peter's face, just barely contained her in top. Peter wanted to reach forward and touch them.
A vine handed Pamela a syringe and she took it. Pamela pricked Peter's arm with it and it caused him to turn around, eyes widening when he looked at her.
"It's just a little injection to make you immune to the poisons coursing through my body," Pamela said. "A temporary fix….unless you want to make it a more permanent one…..you helped me out tonight, and risked life and live to save those poor plants."
Pamela reached closer towards him and ensnared him. The leaves covering her breasts slowly dropped to the ground. Peter looked at her round breasts and Pamela gripped the back of his head before guiding it down.
"Some people think I'm a cruel woman, and they might be right," Pamela said. "Most of the time, I prefer plants over people, but that doesn't mean I don't have my needs."
She needed his face buried between her breasts. Pamela slowly grinded her hips about Peter's hard crotch, with Peter pushing closer towards him.
"And you have your needs as well," Pamela said. "So, tell me, Spider-Man, are you hard for me?"
Pamela cupped his crotch to answer the rheotorical question.
"I'm sure you wondered how I found you," Pamela said, slowly rubbing his cock. "Well, it was just a matter of tagging you with one of my pheromones and tracing you back to the source. After that, it was easy to find what I was looking for."
A tug brought Peter's pants down over his ankle and produced his throbbing cock. Pamela smiled, she normally didn't prefer meat, but here she would have to make an accept. The seductress ran down and slipped her finger down his cock.
"Guess that's what I get for trusting a pretty face," Peter groaned.
"Mmm, yes, but you can't help yourself, you're only human," Pamela said. "You can't be perfect…but you're close enough to do me some good tonight."
She squeezed Peter's balls hard and leaned in. Pam's juicy lips inched closer towards him. His throbbing cock pushed into her mouth. Pamela took the plunge and took the first several inches inside of her mouth. Her warm lips pressed around the throbbing hard rod and sucked in him up.
Peter gripped the back of her hair, feeling how soft her red hair was. Her green eyes burned with passion when going onto him. Peter didn't know what it was, which attracted women to him, especially the really dangerous ones, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He held onto the back of Pamela's hair and started to ram his hard cock into the back of her throat.
"Mmm, mmm," Pamela moaned around him.
The truth was, this thick piece of meat tasted really good to her. Pamela couldn't have enough of it in her mouth. Not all men were worthless, it turned out, and he was certainly proving his worth. Perhaps it had to do with a fact he wasn't completely a man, and part spider.
And then in other ways, he was very much a man. She looked up and took the point of his cock into her throat.
"Too much!" Peter groaned.
Pamela only responded by squeezing his thick balls and cupping them in his hand. Peter held onto the side of her head and slammed himself deep into her mouth. She didn't deny him this pleasure. All Pamela Isley could do was lean back and accept the point of his cock.
She sucked him, very hard and also brought her soft fingers down him. She stimulated the nerve endings like no one's business. Peter pushed himself deep into the throat of the sexy villainess. Pamela held onto him.
The first blast of cum fired down Pamela's throat. The plant controlling woman accepted it, and smiled. The warmth of the cum filled up her mouth with a rush.
Peter brought himself deep into her gripping mouth. Pamela released Peter and allowed the final few shots of cum to splatter directly into her lips. She slowly licked them up for Peter's benefits.
As she rose, Pamela cupped Peter's cock and edged him back onto the bed. The final leaf bloomed and fell to the ground.
"We're going to have a bountiful harvest this year," Peter said.
Pamela rocked her hips down onto Peter's engorged prick and edged more of towards her. She could see her vines moving around and a particularly naughty idea entered her mind.
"Babies, why don't you help hold Mommy in place?"
Vines wrapped around Pamela's arms and legs and held her out in a spread eagle position. One of the vines slowly caressed her nipple as well and made it nice and hard. And speaking of nice and hard, Peter was hard as well.
"Aren't you going to taste the fruits of your labor?" Pamela asked.
Her sweet loins beckoned for Peter. Peter leaned down and first took her breasts in hand. Never had a girl put herself into bondage, sure Mary-Jane and Felicia loved to be webbed up and have their brains fucked out, but he was the one doing it now. Peter kissed Pamela's navel and moved down, getting closer to her sweet, savory center. Peter held onto her hips and moved closer.
"That's it, right there."
Peter planted his lips onto her and nibbled the center. Her pussy lips puffed up and were able to be captured. She was completely smooth, and she tasted like the sweetest things. Peter ran his hands down her thighs.
He would be between them soon and could hardly wait. Pamela hoisted her hips off of the bed, and gave a pleasurable moan. His tongue kept shoving deeper inside of Pamela, and made her more excited.
"Nice and wet, just like you thought I would be, didn't you?" Pamela asked.
Pamela could feel one of her naughty little vines shoving into her back passage, in time with Peter's tongue shoving deep inside of her pussy. Peter pushed his hands between her thighs and started to rub them. He cupped her moist center.
Peter was feeling rather stiff and in need with relief. One look at Pamela's perfectly primed pussy showed Peter what he needed to do. He slowly rolled his hands up between her thighs.
"I want you," Pamela said.
Her voice dripped with seduction which made Peter harder. Her thighs spread out for him and there was only one place for Peter to be. Peter crawled on top of Pamela and lined his manhood up with her dripping hot pussy. He was pretty close to entering her.
"Damn, you're so tight!" Peter groaned.
Peter entered no man's land, Pamela's tight, gripping pussy. Her wet walls closed around him and started to milk Peter for everything he was worth. He pushed his hands on either side of her legs and started to rock up and down into her.
Once the momentum had been established, Pamela had the time of her life. Never had her insides received such a glorious workout. She could hardly stand what was happening next to her. Pamela lifted her hips to a central point and pushed more of Peter inside of her.
"Right there, give me everything you've got!" Pamela yelled. "DEEPER!"
She gushed and it only encouraged Peter to delve deeper inside of her warm center. Her pussy pushed around him, and Peter reached around. His hands cupped her chest and moved underneath her. Her ass was primed and ready for the squeezing.
Peter took extra notice how much Pamela's pussy soaked his cock with her cum when he played with her ass. She did nothing to discourage this particular behavior, so Peter kept it up. He kept lifting almost out of Pamela's warm center and shoved it inside of her.
"Deeper, oh, deeper!" Pamela mewled at the top of her lungs.
Peter's thick balls slapped against her wet vagina. He kept shoving his rod into her warm body, rising into her and then dropping out of her. Pamela took his cock into her wet warmth and allowed him to stretch her out.
"I can't believe it, you're so wet," Peter said.
"Always for you, honey," Pamela said. "I never thought anything would feel this good. Just….make me feel better! Make me feel so good!"
Peter made her feel better alright. His long cock stretched her insides completely out. The velvety center squeezed Peter. She milked him with all the precision possible, trying to drain his heavy balls into her body. Peter held her close, rose up, and pushed deep inside of her.
Round breasts smashed Peter in the face. All he could do to tame them was to grab ahold of them and keep rocking down inside of Pamela. Peter shoved his hard length inside of her body, stretching her completely out. He then pulled all the way out of her.
Pamela breathed heavily at the loss of his cock out of her body. No, she couldn't stand it any longer. She needed Peter inside of her and in the worst way. Thankfully, Peter rose up and drilled himself into her tight vice of a pussy. He stretched her out and continued to hammer her as hard possible.
"Damn, damn, baby, it feels so good!" Pamela yelled.
Peter smiled and kept working inside of her. Her elastic pussy stretched into him and snapped back around Peter when he sheathed firmly inside of her. His cock strained and it was about ready to drain the contents of his balls inside of her.
Despite his orgasm being at hand, and Pamela could sense it, he showed no signs of slowing down. This made Pamela's excitement reach a brand new fever pitch. He just pounded her and sent fire spreading through her body. Finally, someone to please her and scratch all of those itches that she couldn't scratch.
Poor mousey Pamela Isley before the accident didn't get much action, and all of that repression came out, when she became the stunning seductive Poison Ivy. Her vines slackened and Pamela tightened her grip around his intruding rod. The sensation of her pussy being pummeled caused her to moan.
All good things came to an end eventually, or rather, they cum to an end. Peter buried himself inside of Pam and rode out his orgasm. The moans of pleasure coming from Poison Ivy of all people had given Peter an amazing little ego boost, followed by his cum draining inside of her.
Peter held onto her and emptied his balls into Pamela's waiting pussy. She moaned the very second Peter rose up and emptied himself into her.
Time passed, and Pamela found herself turned over by the plant vines. One of the naughty vines grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them open, revealing her snug hole. She squirted onto the bed at the thought.
Peter looked up and saw one of the vines pointing invitingly to Pamela's ass. Two other vines wrapped around her nipples and plucked on them.
"Have you lost control of your plants, Ivy?" Peter asked. "Or all they always that naughty?"
Pamela moaned and the thought of having Peter inside of her ass caused her greatly. That was the one hole which was untapped today.
Peter motioned himself behind Pamela and grabbed her ass cheeks. He aimed the tip of his cock against her puckered opening and slowly worked himself between her ass cheeks. Pamela accepted the immense girth splitting through her body and filling her up from behind.
"God," Pamela mewled.
"I didn't know I was that good," Peter said.
The untamed exploration of Pamela's ass continued. He gripped the cheeks and pushed into her center. The vines helped keep her asshole open for penetration. They must have squirted some kind of lubricant inside as her asshole was nice and slick, and clenched around Peter hard.
Peter rocked his rod back and jammed himself into Pamela from behind. Every time his cock buried into her asshole, Pamela's pleasure increased by tenfold, and she became even more receptive to everything he was doing. And everything he was doing was wonderful.
Her tight rear had been pushed to the brink. Peter's thick balls snapped back and pushed against her.
Pamela gripped onto the edge of the bed. The vines tightened their grip around her to make sure there was nowhere she could go. Not that she wanted to go anywhere, given what Peter was doing to her from behind. He pulled almost out of her and shoved his cock into her.
Touches to her vagina lit Pamela on fire. Peter could feel the sweet honey excreting from her womanhood and he made sure to rub her vaginal lips with assistance from her perfect, pretty plants. Peter rose back and jammed his hard rod inside of her tight asshole.
"Good, you're better than good," Pamela said. "You're fucking amazing!"
Peter hoped she was pleased by her.
"Guess this team up worked out pretty well."
She was sure it did. Peter grabbed ahold of her for the leverage to bury himself as far as he could go. The moment the Spectacular Spider-Man bottomed out in her ass, Pamela saw stars.
"So, on your ass? Or in your ass?"
Peter nipped Pamela's ear and she barely kept her attention.
"In it, please."
The lady requested as much, and Peter wasn't going to die her. His balls strained after a very long time of fucking her ass. Was it a half of an hour by now? Maybe more? With such a great ass, Peter didn't really keep track. All he did was memorize every single inch of Poison Ivy's sweet backside.
No one would ever believe this story if Peter told them. Hell, he was living it, and Peter wasn't sure he believed it. He just decided to kick back and enjoy the ride.
"I can't hold it back any longer," Peter said.
"Then don't, there's going to be plenty more when that comes from," Pamela said. "I know it, just empty your balls into my ass. Fuck me, fuck me tender!"
Peter held two handfuls of Pamela's firm ass and rocked into her. He could feel her pussy grinding as well, and knew there would be no time like the present to cum. Peter pushed his hard rod inside of her body and slammed into her very hard.
His balls unleashed their bounty inside of her. Pamela's bouncing ass looked like a treat and it was milking every single last drop of semen from her. The vine rammed into her ass and finally retracted, allowing Peter to feel the unrestrained tight squeeze of Pamela's perfect ass.
The vine slipped the drops of semen into Pamela's mouth and she tasted both her ass and Peter's cum. She pulled away from him.
"See you soon, lover."
Pamela gave him one more squeeze, and disappeared into the night. Peter turned around and saw a vial of some kind of red dust resting on the bed. A note attached the base of it.
Use in good health. The ladies in your life will thank you for the thrill. A token of my appreciation, of helping me take HYDRA down. See you soon, P.
He was morbidly curious what she gave him. He would find out soon, he suspected.
'Why do I have a feeling things are about to get interesting around her? And also complicated.'
End.