Tantric Overload(Clea)

Another day in the life of Spider-Man. He stopped the trio of Electro, Rhino, and Sandman and brought them to justice. Maybe not a Sinister Six, more like a terrible trio, but still, the web slinger felt the bumps and bruises of todays battle. He just wanted to kick back, relax, and maybe catch up on Netflix. Peter stripped into nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts. He some microwaved pizza ready for him.

"Spider-Man, I'm in need of your assistance!"

Peter's eyes snapped into position. Clea appeared. Last Spider-Man checked, she had been involved with the Sorcerer Supreme himself, Doctor Stephen Strange. Of course, the platinum blonde haired woman appeared in the room before him and she wore a slinky, transparent black dress which added absolutely nothing to the imagination. Peter's eyes locked onto every delicious itch of her body and the words had been lost.

"Clea, it's…."

The gorgeous women jumped onto the couch and straddled Peter's lap. Her succulent lips laid inches away from his. Her breasts almost popped out of the top and Peter's deep breathing showed that he was struggling to maintain just the most minimal level of coherence.

"Spider-Man, I need you, I need you to assist me with this problem," Clea breathed. "Please, help me, I need you, and I know I can assist you with your tension as well."

The comment about how Peter would not have any tension had a scantily clad gorgeous woman not jumped on him and started grinding against his crotch had been lost. She did more than grind up against his crotch. Clea's silky fingers slipped into his pants and rubbed against his member.

"What about Doctor Strange?" Peter grunted.

"Stephen and I are not on speaking terms at the moment," Clea said with a frown. "And you're the one I wish to have. Please do not deny me Spider-Man. Please do not, deny me, for I'm desperate. We can help each other."

Clea's dress slid down and her gorgeous breasts bounced inches away from Peter's line of sight. Damn, she was very, very tantalizing and the blood rushed from Peter's head to another part of her body. Clea sensed weakness on his part and like a shark smelling blood, moved in for the kill. Her skilled fingers wrapped around his length and pumped him very vigorously.

"With great power, there must come great responsibility," Clea breathed in his ear. "And you only have the power to help me."

Peter realized she left him no choice. Oh, she felt so hot against his body. Peter lifted his hands up and explored her body as the two kissed. Clea moaned into his mouth. The energy cascaded between the two of them. Their tongues danced together as Clea's fingers danced up and down Spider-Man's engorged pole.

Clea smiled. She stripped the handsome young man down. His strong, well built chest became a canvas before her to plant kisses on. She moved down to tease his abs with more kisses. More kisses planted on his pelvic bone.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, hero?" Clea teased him.

Clea slowly blew on his member and made Peter groan.

"Yes," Peter groaned.

The hot woman slipped her lips around Peter's engorged pole. Her soft pillowy lips felt absolutely perfect for cock sucking. Peter leaned against her head and grabbed it to push his pole down her waiting and hungry throat. Clea let out a soft pop around his thrusting cock as he moved up and down into her mouth. Peter edged himself up against her throat's hole and moaned the deeper he pushed into her.

Clea's eyes glazed over, in never ending pleasure. The web slinger gave her what she wanted. Gave her the one thing she desired above all else. His throbbing cock pressed up against the hole in her throat. Clea clasped his fat balls and squeezed them hard.

The tender, hot worship around his cock made Peter lose all control. He grabbed Clea's jaw and pushed down her throat. Her violet eyes shined to encourage Peter to lose all abandon to himself and just fuck her mouth very aggressively. Clea popped her lips hard around his tool as he rocked back and forth down her throat. Clea moaned sensually around his prick as Peter worked it.

"I swear, you're going to suck me dry."

Clea milked his balls. Oh, that was the idea. She got a sense of the amount of cum those fat balls stored and now, with a thought burning in her mind, one of intense desire, Clea dove down and engorged herself on what was stored in those fat balls. She let out a soft moan, popping her delicious lips around him. The horny woman bobbed her head up and down Peter's length until it finally slammed all the way down her throat and began to spurt.

Peter launched completely down into her throat. Clea grabbed his hips and bottomed out on her throat. Oh, damn, her throat worked his cock like a tightening pussy and Peter came hard than he ever did before.

"Mmm, it's been a long time since my belly's been full of something good."

A smacking of her lips, succulent and sexy, made something twitch deep within Peter. It wasn't his spider sense either. His cock grew and Clea put her hand on it. She slowly worked some hot, pumping motions up and down his cock to get it to swell even further in her hand. Clea's eyes glowed bright and she smacked her lips as hard as possible, horny as hell when she pumped Peter's prick in her hand.

"It's been way too long," Clea summarized. "You want inside me, don't do?"

Without waiting for an answer, Clea turned around. Peter saw both of her tantalizing holes. Her wet pussy rained down arousal and just begged to be filled. Peter pressed his hands against Clea's back and guided himself into her center. She practically sucked him in.

"Oh, this is so warm."

"The warmest, wettest, tightest pussy you've ever been in, right, hero?" Clea asked. "You're helping me. You'd help me even more if you grab my breasts."

Peter already had been on the track to going there. He grabbed Clea's tight melons and squeezed them so hard. The soft moans left Clea's mouth. Peter wrapped his arms around her and groped her succulent body. His balls swung back and forth to strike her pale thighs and leave plenty of red marks on them.

She felt amazing. Amazing.

"You're going to cum aren't you?" Peter asked.

"Mmmmmm! Give it to me harder, big boy!"

Peter bottomed out on inside of Clea. Her pussy squeezed him like a tightening, velvet glove. It took everything Peter had not to lose it to her. The tight, wet center put the squeeze on Peter and made his balls just ache. He closed his eyes and pushed into her.

One thought dominated Clea's mind. Spider-Man would inject her with his cum, and she performed the necessary precautions to make sure she was fertile and his cum was as potent as it would ever be. The moment Clea tasted his seed, she knew that he would be perfect to give her what she wanted.

A push brought the web slinger deeper inside of her body. Clea's cheek pressed against the bed and she moaned her encouragement to be fucked from behind. The faster fucking from this handsome young man drove Clea completely insane. She grew wetter and tightened around his path as his big cock pushed inside of her body. His tool reshaped the inside of her body.

"Oh, you feel amazing like this," Peter groaned. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Anything you want!"

The warm milking motions around Peter's cock felt amazing. He thought he should pull out, but thoughts of lust just burned through his brain. Peter wrapped as tight around Clea as possible and plunged deep into her wet pussy. He rocked her with numerous thrusts which drove her completely wild with pleasure.

Anything, everything that he wanted, Clea was going to give him. Her wet cunt tightened around him and milked his engorged prick as he slid all the way into her. He had her, right here, right where he wanted her. He pushed back and forth with several grunting thrusts as he slapped his balls down onto her body.

"Spider-Man!" she moaned hotly the second he drove down into her body. "Mmmph! Let me have it. Let me have all of your thick, juicy, seed inside of my body! Inject it straight into my fertile womb, and bathe my eggs!"

"You….you…."

Spider-Man found some mysterious force suck him deep inside of Clea. The primal desire to fuck this woman until she was good and pregnant was the only way that Peter Parker could receive his ultimate release. He followed through and slapped his balls down against her thighs. Clea cried out with hunger as Spider-Man rocked back and forth onto her until his balls tightened.

His release finally arrived, and Spider-Man bottomed out inside of Clea. Clea tightened around him and allowed his cum to pump directly inside of her body. Splatter after splatter of warm juices rushed into her body and coated Clea's center. The web slinger grabbed her and fucked her as deep as possible to blast her body full of cum.

He kept spurting and spurting and Clea moaned out hotly. Like a machine, Peter pumped his load into her and caused the inside of her womb to be sprayed with his seed.

The release hit both of them. Peter sighed as he collapsed against Clea's body. He wordlessly spooned the gorgeous women and just felt every inch of her tempting body just writhe up against him.

"Thank you, lover."

The consequences only fully reached Peter. Clea turned around and rubbed her swollen stomach. She climbed onto Peter's lap and held his head to her breasts.

"Imagine them full of milk," Clea breathed in his ear. "I'll let you suck them dry."

Clea spent the next few minutes teasing Peter until he was hard enough to ride long and hard into the night. And it would be a very long night.

End.