Blowout(Theresa Cassidy/Siryn)

It had been a long day and Peter Parker wondered if he could finally get some rest and relaxation. The visual he saw when he entered his bedroom improved his mood ever so slightly. He came face to face with the vision of beauty known as Theresa Cassidy, or Siryn. The Irish redhead dressed in a transparent green gown which showed her ample assets, and her panties were barely there.

"You looked like you were down," she commented a smile. "And after you've done for all of us lasses in in the X-Men, I felt like I should return some of the favor."

"You didn't have to," Spider-Man commented.

"I know I didn't have to," Theresa said with a smile. "But, you can't deny that there's a line of willing women about this long who want to get a piece of you...and I've decided to cut in the line."

She moved across the room with surprising speed. The stunning redhead wrapped her legs around Spider-Man by practically leaping into his arms. Spider-Man grabbed a handful of Theresa's ass and walked her over to the ground. He put her down onto the bed.

"Why don't you get out of that costume and come to bed?" she asked him.

Her accent was extremely thick right down and also sexy as hell. However, Theresa seemed impatient and did not want to wait for Peter to get out of his costume. Instead, the sexy Irish mutant removed his clothes, while caressing his toned muscles and then rubbed down to get between his legs. Where she found one muscle in particular to be very interesting.

'Redheads,' Spider-Man thought. 'They're my Kryptonite.'

"Oh, no wonder you're so tense," Theresa said as she casually pumped his manhood. "Maybe I should help you relieve some of that tension, hmmm."

"Go for it."

Oh, you better believe that Theresa went for it alright. She leaned in closer to the tip of his manhood which stretched out to meet her lips. Theresa inhaled his manhood into her tight and warm mouth. She sucked him extremely hard, her lips moving back and forth, weaving back and forth. One could see the hunger just burning through her eyes the moment she pleasured the web slinger.

"Mmm!"

She enjoyed sucking a nice big cock and this one was pretty nice. The fiery redhead bobbed her mouth up and down on on the object of desire. A reach between his legs resulted in Theresa palming a huge set of balls which could seed every woman in the X-Men.

She was in heaven and she could not wait to have this nice huge piece of manhood.

After today, a series of crimes, which also had Black Cat blue-balling him, Spider-Man was happy to get some relief. And the vibrations coming from the back of Siryn's throat, oh they were just too much. They thrilled his loins like nothing else. Her humming was something else and it took Peter everything not to grab her hair and face-fuck her with reckless abandon.

Theresa hung on for the ride, deep-throating her man. Just thinking that she had this moment alone with Spider-Man, it made her horny as hell. She wanted him to touch her all over. The grip he had on her flaming red hair was amazing and the force which he jammed himself down her throat, well it was beyond anything she's ever seen or felt.

"Oooh, yes," Peter groaned. "You're going to make me cum, you little mutant minx."

Theresa intended to live up to her fantasy and make it a reality. No matter how much times she stroked Peter's balls it never amazed her to see how full they felt. The first taste of his thick, juicy cum spurted out through her tongue and made Theresa hum ever so lightly. She pushed down onto him, rocking her face back and forth until it pressed onto his crotch.

There were no more words, only decisive action. Once the flood gates sprung open, Spider-Man pounded Siryn's very perfect mouth with his throbbing erection. He grabbed onto her cheeks and repeatedly slid down her throat, almost choking her out with his massive rod. It sent a blast of warm and juicy cum just spiraling down her throat.

Theresa bent her head back and showed an amazing amount of flexibility. Not to mention she remained sucking on him, slurping him harder all the way to the very last drop. Theresa groped Peter's thick balls and pumped even more of his seed down her throat.

A second passed and Theresa pulled herself up. She ripped off her gown, which left little to the imagination already. However, Peter saw her and he drooled practically. From her tight fit body, to her juicy breasts, to her long legs, and shapely ass. Oh, and her pussy, covered in red hair, as fiery as the rest of her. Theresa extended her leg and got Peter's attention by stroking his manhood.

"Come and get me, stud," she breathed at him, her accent dripping with sexy.

Peter walked over towards the bed and crawled on top of Theresa. The two of them enjoyed the touch of each other and their bodies. Theresa wrapped her legs around Peter's strong waist and pulled him in. It was almost as if some kind of magnetic pull dragged their bodies together.

The web slinger squeezed Theresa's luscious breasts and caused them to bounce. She pulled him in closer and sat up before whispering in his ear.

"I have to warn you, I'm a wee bit of a screamer," she said with a smile.

"Yes, I figured as much," Peter said.

"But, things shouldn't be too bad, unless you make me lose control," Theresa said.

She rubbed her warm slit all over his erection and Peter struggled to resist the impulse to just drive into her and ride her into the bed. Theresa knew exactly how to hammer on his buttons. Right or wrong, that was what she was doing. Theresa put a hand on his back and guided ever so closer towards his body. They were almost there, so close, but yet so very far from connecting to each other. Their loins practically burned with pleasure.

"Take me, I'm here and I'm yours," Theresa whispered in his ear.

"Yes," Spider-Man groaned when dragging his tool against her entrance.

It was wet and hot and ready for him. The web slinger positioned himself at her and came close to slipping inside of Theresa. Theresa locked her legs around the web slinger and pulled him closer towards her. Their bodies almost connected together.

Then there was no almost amount it. Peter grabbed ahold of her hips and drove himself into Theresa. She bit down on her lip to avoid screaming too loud. Those moans came out when Peter worshipped her hot body. The fiery redhead thrashed underneath him, her hips moving up.

"Take me hard, wreck me!" she cried out.

Redheads, you always went to bed with a redhead, but you never truly slept with one. At least that was how Peter thought the saying went. Regardless, he held onto Theresa, her legs cranking into his body. Her soft body pushing against his.

Peter knew he needed to take her and make her feel like a million dollars.The heat of Theresa's loins tightening around him made Peter groan out in pleasure. His groin pushed down aganist hers and he sped up, with multiple thrusts. He edged hs way ever so closer in Theresa's body, her legs wrapping tighter around him. She moaned and he rolled himself into her.

"Closer, so much closer," Theresa begged him.

She reached a peak. Theresa very much wanted to roll her partner over on the bed and ride him all night long. Cowgirl style and reverse cowgirl style and thought of him unable to tear his eyes away from her perfect ass aroused her.

And it also brought Theresa to the tipping point. Her handsome partner and one of the most beloved superheroes among women slammed her into the bed. She eyed him, hunger dancing in her eyes.

"Why don't you take a rest, luv, and let me ride?" she asked him in a sultry voice.

Theresa flipped Peter over onto his back, and was pleased to know that he let her. The moment she got positioned from the right angle, she leaned back and rubbed all over him. Her juices stained the tip of his cock and she cupped her breasts.

"You're so hot."

"I'm practically on fire," she said with a grin.

Theresa pushed all the way down onto him and shoved Peter deep inside of her body. Their loins connected together, with Theresa rocking back and forth on him. The web slinger's body groaned and thrashed underneath the fiery redhead's descents and raises. She rocked herself onto him, going for a hell of a ride.

And oh boy, could she ride him, all night long. Theresa found him, squeezing his love muscle with her tight box. She smiled when seeing the look on his face.

"Let's so down, we wouldn't want you to shoot your webbing just yet."

Theresa squeezed the base of Spider-Man's throbbing cock. He groaned when she teased him, first by stroking him and then by sliding her womanly hole up and down on him. Spider-Man knew there was only seconds away before she dropped down onto him and took him deep inside of her body. He groaned with the touch and the torment, everything getting hotter.

"No, not yet," Theresa breathed. "Why don't we explore this from a different angle?"

Theresa turned around and Spider-Man caught shape of her perfect ass the second she descended down onto him. It was enticing and made Spider-Man just almost burst in pleasure. He held onto her tight rear and pushed deep into her. His balls slapped off of her, and caused Theresa to just peak over her shoulder. She broke out into a smile and rocked up and down onto him.

Peter sat up a little bit. He needed to grab ahold of Theresa's ass. He envisioned bending her over the edge of the bed when playing with it. It was a good thought, but for now, Peter enjoyed her bouncing up and down. The light brushed against her ass.

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" she told him.

"Takes one to know one."

"Don't I know it."

Theresa milked him for everything that he was worth, edging him, and then slowing down. She grasped the base and staved off his orgasm. Hoping, perhaps that some kind of primal nature would kick in and Spider-Man would make her pay for this teasing.

After a couple more times, Spider-Man pulled himself away from Theresa and slid her up the bed. The mutant breathed in heavily when Spider-Man bent her over the edge.

"You've been a bad girl."

"Yeah, I'm a bad bitch," she told him, her accent sexier than before.

Spider-Man cracked her on the rear, spanking her several times. Theresa groaned every time that Spider-Man spanked her tight ass. She really wished that he slipped back inside of her, but a spanking was getting her very hard. Spider-Man fingered her hard from behind.

"Yes," Theresa breathed. "Oh, yes….but surely, that's getting nice and big...and it's going to need some relief sometime soon."

"You tell me."

Theresa moaned when Spider-Man rubbed his very stiff penis against her back and then against her backside. He grabbed onto her ass and practically dry humped her.

"Oh, are you going to stuff it back there?" Theresa asked him, voice dripping with lust. "Not sure if it will fit, but I swear if you put it back there, I'm going to bring down the entire room."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Peter asked. "To put my cock up your slutty ass and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

"Oh, we're about half way there."

Spider-Man pushed himself against her, his manhood slipping against her crack ever so briefly. He reached for his web shooters and gagged Theresa with some webbing.

Theresa's moans could be heard through the web gag. Now well lubricated, and Theresa's screams muffled thanks to his strongest webbing, Peter was able to slide balls deep into her perfect ass. He left red marks all over her pale, luscious ass, slapping down onto it. Theresa moaned on the bed.

"Oh, no comeback?" Peter asked. "You've been teasing me with this ass...asking for it….every time we pass in the hallway, you sway your hips when you leave….well guess what, I'm now going to take out all of my stress on this ass."

Without words, Theresa communicated that's what she wanted to him to do. Oh, she was such a cock slut, and having one up her ass, it was the best. Peter's hands probed her ass, rubbing her cheeks and swatting her on the butt.

Peter groaned when entering this tight hole. Her pussy was amazing, but it did not compare to this ass. There were many women at this mansion that had asses made for fucking, but Theresa was overlooked. Something that Peter was going to have to reverse course on. He plunged deep into Theresa, taking her hard in the rear passage and pulling back before slamming down into her one more time.

He balanced her on his lap and grabbed her breasts. He could tell by Theresa's body language how hot she was. And how much she was about ready to cum. The juices flowed from her and stained Peter's legs. Peter responded by bouncing her on his crotch even more, anally pleasuring the stunning woman. He milked her tits, and treated them like the precious they were before pushing his hands down. One hand moved to her hip for more pumping power.

The other moved to her pussy and Theresa could barely be heard through the gag. It was amazing to be honest. Kisses down her neck and Peter bit down on her neck which caused her more lust and passion than ever before. He rubbed her, getting her all hot and bothered.

"My turn," Peter groaned.

He could cum inside of her ass all night long and Theresa would not mind. He folded his fingers against her, lightly pumping against her, slapping her rear end hard and fast. His balls brushed against her anus and Theresa knew that he was close.

Finally, Theresa could feel it, his balls emptying their bounty into her tight rear. The few blasts of seed coated her and made Theresa just leak all over the bed. She never had the pleasure of a man fucking her in the ass and cumming inside of it, and now she could check that little advantage. It would be something that she would have to do it again, although she knew that Peter would be the only man.

Peter eased up a little bit, finishing her. He wore out Theresa's ass, feeling in better spirits from the release. He pulled from her and left her panting in thinly disguised pleasure.

"Thank you," Peter said.

The web gag came off and Theresa looked at him with a smile.

"No problem…..are you going to stick around?"

Peter pulled her into an embrace and the two entered a post-sex cuddle, knowing full well that their bodies being in such close proximity would set something off again.

End.