"You really got into this one, didn't you?"
Anita Fite, the heroine known as Empress, frowned, when she looked over Spider-Man, who came to her for help. And also with a very uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants which Anita tried to stare away from it.
"Calypso, she hit me with something, and was smiling about it before she disappeared," Spider-Man said. "Every time I go out there, all I think about is as sex, more so than the average person. That's not normal to get a boner just by hearing someone's voice isn't it?"
"No, she put some kind of spell on you," Anita said. "She's...well she's hoping your stubbornness will cause all of the blood rush from your head and cause you to go into a coma so you are easy pickings for whatever scheme she's up to."
Anita poured a fluid into a bowl. Spider-Man watched her as Anita stirred it three times, counter clockwise. The caramel skinned woman hummed from the fluids bubbling about in the bowl, waiting for them to hit a certain point.
"So, do I have drink it?" Spider-Man asked.
"No, not for drinking," Anita said. "I can help you, but first I need you to take off your pants."
Anita said this with such seriousness, Spider-Man did not question it twice. Spider-Man took off his pants and caused his long, stiff cock to come out into the opening. Anita Fite, with an eying of his manhood, smiled and leaned in, touching the young man around his stiff prick and lightly stroking it.
"Oh, I can work with this," Anita said.
Anita stripped down completely naked which did not smooth Spider-Man's erection. It fueled it. Her rich dark-colored skin, long hair, nice round breasts, flat stomach, shaved pussy, and round bubble ass, off set with a nice long set of legs most certain caused Spider-Man to reach for the sky.
"God," Spider-Man managed.
Her hand dipped in the liquid, giving her plenty of lubrication, and hopefully inducing the required amount of orgasms to expel the curse. Anita pulled it off, and slid it down Spider-Man's manhood.
A groan followed, as Spider-Man's loins felt like they burst into flames from the touch. Then a pleasure, a pleasure coursed through him. Spider-Man had many lovely women give him handjobs and so much more in the past. However, never had Spider-Man craved something more, craved it more than a man stranded in the desert needed that one drink of water, just enough to keep himself alive.
Anita clasped his cock, leaning down with her tongue and tracing certain patterns with it against the tip. She did the same to his shaft and then his balls. Prior to returning to the handjob, jerking the hell out of Spider-Man's massive prick and making him groan in pleasure.
Not a matter of if he will cum, but when. And Anita sped up her jerking motions until finally, Spider-Man's came. And boy did he ever came, not with a trickle, but with a flood. An explosion which spilled all over Anita's pumping hand and then all over her face. Anita jerked away on Spider-Man and more of the cum spilled all over her body.
Anita had a shower of cum all over her body. She smiled and leaned in to lick the tip of Spider-Man's head, to enjoy the seed just spurting all over her.
Really glad she took off her clothes to not get them stained.
Spider-Man still throbbed, hard, almost like Anita did not even jack him off at all. Anita just smiled and pulled off Spider-Man's clothes, with the exception of his mask. She respected boundaries after all.
"Guess it didn't work," Anita said. "We're going to have to...fuck."
"That sounds so elegant coming out of your mouth," Spider-Man said.
Empress mounted Spider-Man with the intention to ride. Her pussy felt really wet, especially after she rubbed her lips with the same liquid Anita used on his cock to give him the handjob to end all handjobs. Anita perched herself at the edge of Spider-Man's entrance and slid the first few inches of his manhood inside of her body. Stretching her out, Anita pressed down onto Spider-Man and groaned down into him ,filling her pussy up with as much cock as she could manage.
Anita Fite closed her eyes and rode Spider-Man. It was almost like a dream come true, feeling Spider-Man fill her up and go deep inside of her. Each motion pressed Spider-Man a little bit deeper inside of her, filling her pussy and causing it to stretch a tiny bit more.
Oh, fuck and fuck they did. Spider-Man's throbbing manhood stretched deep into Anita's warm and splendidly tight depths to clamp down onto him. She really knew all of the buttons to push and hammer hard, while she also hammered her pussy down onto Spider-Man's impressive cock.
Anita pushed her breasts into Spider-Man's hands and Spider-Man grabbed them. He was like an animal, just rutting around with her. Anita could feel her toes curl in excitement, pussy tighten, and large, dark breasts bounce in desire. Spider-Man squeezed then and stuck to them, milking her tits very intensely.
She came, harder than before and soaked Spider-Man's length.
"Maybe I wasn't the only one backed up."
Maybe, he was not. Anita never got sex this intense, ever. Spider-Man hit all of her weak spots.
Spider-Man could have fucked a rock today with how backed up he was. Fortunately, he had a partner who had been very willing to help him reverse the curse in the most efficient way possible. Thankfully, he did not hold out for too much longer before coming to Anita.
"I'm….."
"DON'T PULL OUT!"
Anita looked primal while sinking her fingers deep into the side of Spider-Man's neck. Riding the ever living hell out of it, her tightening walls wrapped and released Spider-Man. To the point where Spider-Man reached the breaking point and shot as much of his cum into Anita as possible.
Blast, after blast, of warm and piping hot seed spilled into Anita's body. Anita clutched around Spider-Man and moaned very hungrily when she got filled up with all of the seed possible.
Finally, finally, Spider-Man tapered off. Anita breathed heavily, her breasts bouncing, and stomach looking about ready to burst from many months of pregnancy with the amount of cum Spider-Man spilled inside of her body. Oh, she was overflowing for sure with the amount of cum Spider-Man just piped into her.
Despite the fact he came hard into Anita, Spider-Man was still as hard as a rock. Anita flashed him a devious little smile over her shoulder and wiggled her ass towards him. Spider-Man, putting his hands on Anita's ass, dug his fingers inside.
"Fuck my ass!"
Spider-Man did not even need her to say pleasure. He came all over Anita, inside Anita, and now he was going to cum inside of her nice ass. The fine booty pushed into Spider-Man's hands when he reared back and slammed into her. The juices on his cock made sure he slid into her.
Anita ripped through the bed sheets with an animalistic fury. She wanted her handsome lover to pound her ass until it was raw. Until she could not sit down and think of anything else.
The tightening of Anita's most taboo hole made Spider-Man close his eyes. Oh, she was exquisite. His balls felt a little less full than the past two times he ejeculated, so perhaps the system was working. Anita's breasts leaked milk when Spider-Man grabbed them.
Turning the position, Spider-Man pounded Anita's ass while he could suck and grope onto her swollen, lactating breasts. The web slinger pushed all the way into her ass as hard as possible, almost pulled out, and slammed all the way into her one more time, his balls swinging and heavy.
Anita soaked in sweat. She felt like a woman about ready to cross the finish line. And this time, Spider-Man would finish alongside with her, harder than ever before. His hands were everywhere and grabbing her.
Who needed an extra four arms anyway? Spider-Man pressed against Anita's body, slamming, thrusting, and grunting inside of the woman. Those heavy balls, slapping down onto Anita sent her flying backwards into the grip of Spider-Man.
"Too perfect," Spider-Man said.
Anita Fit
e should be renamed to Anita Fine, although Spider-Man stopped himself from saying that outloud, not to ruin his witty reputation. To be fair, the lack of blood to the brain made quipping hard, about as hard as he was in Anita's ass right at the time.
Spider-Man grunted and the pressure in his balls burst. Releasing an endless flood into Anita. Spider-Man gulped down Anita's breasts and drank her very savory breast milk like a man while he pumped a load of cum.
A deep sigh came from Empress, after the ejecaculation completed inside of her ass. Spider-Man softened, at least for the most part. And not a moment too soon, for Anita laid on the bed, shuddering while his hands roamed in her body in the post-coitious cuddle.
"Thanks," Spider-Man said.
"Any...time," Anita said. "And not just when you've been voodoo hexed by some mad African witch either."
The two spooned on top of the mangled, sticky sheets. Anita resolved to recharge and double check to make sure all of the negative tantric energy had been expelled from Spider-Man.
Can never be too careful.
End.