AIM to Please(Monica Rappaccini)

One could argue what the pinnacle of achievement was. But, to be fair, Monica Rappaccini thought they achieved a lot when they took AIM. They no longer lagged behind in scientific achievement, rather they drove it. And they left many others in the dust.

Monica always thought this organization had plenty of potential. It just never had been fulfilled properly, thanks to one man. Thanks to Peter Benjamin Parker, the individual who she married about a year ago, and together, the couple took AIM to many heights.

"You should be happy."

Speak of the devil and he should arrive. Peter moved behind Monica. The dark haired temptress turned her attention to the handsome man, breaking out in a very crisp smile.

"I'm very happy," Monica said. "Especially with what we've done together."

She did not waste any time to register her excitement, wrapping her arms tightly around Peter and kissing the hell out of him. Peter, always an eager man, returned. His fingers brushed through the tight green dress that she was wearing.

Every inch of Monica's luscious ass, and lovely legs, were grabbed on by Peter. Peter kissed her down the side of her neck, and then down her shoulders, before putting his hands on the strap of the dress.

"This calls for a celebration," Peter told her.

"Well, if you're up for it, beloved," Monica said.

A firm grip allowed Monica's hand to drop down onto it. Warmth cascaded through her body as she lightly unbuttoned Peter's shirt and unbuckled his pants. She moved down to feel the promising rise from the other side of his pants. Monica pressed against him, kissing him with even more heat.

"I'm up for it, as you can tell," Peter said.

The bright smile on Monica's face widened, when she saw that Peter was up for celebration. She and her husband enjoyed each other's bodies, the clothing being the only barrier. Precisely how long was unknown, but if Monica had her way, not more.

Then, she found Peter's kiss, with sudden and very explosive furry. Their hands found their clothes, tugging on them. Peter won the race, stripping Monica down. Monica, determined and brilliant lady she was, was able to press down onto him.

The two lovers kissed each other, stripping down until they were in their undergarments. Monica teased Peter through his shorts, his erection pulsing excitedly.

"Yes, up for it indeed," Monica breathed. "I can't wait to have it in me."

No matter how much Monica could not wait, anticipation as the key to everything. She wanted to ramp up Peter's excitement along with her own. Monica cupped and released him several times, enjoying the grunts and the moans of pleasure she caused on his behalf.

Monica lowered down to her knees and kissed him through the front of his shorts. The swell almost tore Peter through the fabric. She licked him through it and made Peter tingle.

"Let's free your friend, shall we?" Monica asked him.

"Yes," Peter hissed. "Let's."

She pulled down Peter's shorts, to reveal his stiff organ. Twelve inches, throbbing, and ready for Monica to take whenever she wanted. She grabbed her hand and wrapped her hand around it.

"Such a beautiful cock," she said. "Perfect...for the future….I just have to taste it."

"Help yourself," Peter grunted.

Monica finished stroking it and moved in to taste it . Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch in mock surprise, before shoving Peter down into her mouth. She popped around him, making a sensational and sexual sound. It took a while to get momentum before she was honestly and eagerly doing it. She pushed deeper around his organ, sealing him up and releasing him.

Oh, the taste of him, it was enough to drive a sane woman nuts. Monica sucked him, harder, feeling up the muscles on his legs. Right before wrapping a hand around his balls and pumping them, eageriness flashing through her eyes.

"Oh, damn, you're so hot," Peter breathed.

The look on Monica's beautiful face caused Peter to swell deep inside of her mouth. She knew of all of the ways to make him feel extremely good. She knew of all of the ways to make him swell and get close to exploding. Monica shifted her mouth around him, her brilliant tongue dancing.

"Monica, fuck, you're such a sexy bitch!"

The beautiful and brilliant woman bobbed her mouth down onto Peter's swollen organ, making him break out into a hot groan. She wanted him all the way in and Peter intended to bury himself all the way inside of her perfect mouth. Her hair, smooth as silk, rubbed up against him.

Being inside of her mouth was a treat that Peter did not want to end any time soon. Open, close, open close, with lips just sealing around him. Monica squeezed his balls extremely hard.

Closer, closer, oh, Monica brought him closer. Peter wanted to do more than hold onto the back of her head. The faux innocence dancing in Monica's eyes showed just how much she was getting into this. Her fingers pressed against his balls and released him.

Almost to the edge, and Monica sucked him even faster. Vigorously working his pole, until the point where it was dripping wet with her salvia. Something which caused Monica to shiftly grin when pulling away from him. She cupped and released him.

After Peter nearly reached his edge, Monica pulled away, denying him. Monica just smiled and kissed his tip, which threatened to burst.

Monica clenched onto his tool and pulled back from her.

She slipped out of her lingerie and was completely bare for him. Monica now pressed herself against Peter, smiling at his throbbing cock. She lightly tapped a finger down onto it, pushing down onto it.

"It looks angry," Monica commented to him.

"Only because you denied it," Peter told her.

"Oooh, poor thing," Monica cooed lightly, pressing a palm against him. "Well, it's time to make up for it."

The naked beauty pressed her groin against Peter's and sent a jolt through his body. She ground against him, the heat and the dripping from her almost driving Peter completely nuts.

This teasing minx knew precisely what she was doing to him. Monica pressed against him, kissing his jawline and moving up to him.

"I want you"

Monica hugged Peter against her body so she could properly slid in and take him inside of her. The previously denied cock sank into her body. Oh, Monica could feel it stretching her inside and could feel her husband's groan the second this brilliant and sexy man slipped into her nice tight pussy.

"Worth the wait."

A few fluid moments, before Monica gained momentum, bouncing up and down on his hard rod.

She whipped her head back extremely hard, almost biting down on his shoulder, moaning in delight when dropping down onto him. Peter cupped her chest and released him, causing Monica to let out an extremely brilliant moan when riding his body.

Oh, the Scientist Supreme wanted this, she wanted this so badly. Out of all the men she chose, she decided to go with the brilliant, younger, Peter.

Monica looked in the eyes of her handsome partner, knowing that she chose well. Both in stamina and also in intelligence, oh being so handsome with such a brilliant mind. That just blew Monica away that someone could be like that.

Thinking of Peter's brilliance caused Monica to clench in response. Peter grabbed her ass and pushed her down, allowing her to bounce higher and faster.

"I swear, you're in heat," Peter groaned. "Well, I'm going to make sure you're nice and fucked."

"Please...do," Monica said. "It's what nature intended."

Peter groaned, Monica really clamped down onto him tight, working him over. She seemed to be working over Peter, wanting his seed. Peter pressed a hand onto her ass, pushing down onto him. Her tight loins released and gripped him hard.

"Grab me tighter," Monica pleaded with him.

Upon her encouragement, Peter grabbed Monica a bit tighter and impaled him down onto his rod. Every time he drove down into her, it felt as if Peter was splitting her in half. Burying his long length into her body and making her scream out in pleasure.

Oh, Peter could watch her rid him all day. For some many reasons ,and not because it felt amazing to be inside of her.

"You're gorgeous," Peter said. "Brilliant and smart...and a sexy older woman as well."

"I prefer timeless," Monica said.

"Well, you are," Peter said. "And you just get better...but blindingly gorgeous as well.

She was extremely gorgeous, and Monica, oh she pressed her lips against his, smiling in response when bouncing down onto him. Peter's fingers brushed against her body, touching her all over. All the ways he touched her, she got her to cry out.

Monica encouraged him in her own ways, enjoying the feeling of his muscles against him. And just just the love muscle which pushed into her body, filling her up. Monica's eyes snapped back, digging her nails down into his shoulder.

"You complete me!" she moaned. "Harder...harder."

The moan in his ear caused Peter to leak ever so slightly. Peter dialed it back just a little bit. The aggressive sexual huntress obviously smelled something and wanted to get all of it. She closed around Peter, clutching him tight.

"Don't you dare slow down on me."

Now that Monica had a small taste of him, she wanted even more. The power of an older women, who knew what these younger men wanted, it was extremely obvious. The Scientist Supreme smiled when his fingers danced up Monica's body.

She was getting so close, Peter could feel it all building up in Monica's tight, succulent body. He pushed down onto her, before pulling back and denying her.

Monica could have screamed in frustration, but to be perfectly honest, she really had it done.

The favor of Monica edging Peter from earlier had been returned by Peter denying Monica what she craved. The release she wanted was pulled back at them.

"Now, we're even," Peter said.

"Oh, that was dirty," Monica said. "You brilliant man...I like the way you think."

With that, Monica took ahold of his stiff rod and pumped it up and down. The muscles in Peter's groin got a workout from the sexy older woman bouncing down onto him. He cupped her chest and made her moan, while also rising up to meet her.

The two got into it, knowing that this time there would be no slowing down when their mutual, ang long denied releases had been reached.

The two sped up, primal need ruling their bodies and minds. Never in his life had Peter been so excited, so driven, so ruled by the needs of his own loins. Yet, Monica opened up so many doors of possibilities. His sexy wife made a convincing argument that sex was the way to life.

Monica closed down onto his tool, and released it, moaning deeply into his ear. Oh, she could be with him forever, but the tension rising in their bodies gave Monica a hint that they were both suddenly racing to the edge.

"Go for it," Monica said. "Cum inside me….give it to me….cum inside of womb...raw!"

Finally, finally, it was too much for Peter to bare. His wife clutched down onto him, making him shift. The challenge to keep from exploding inside of her lead to nothing other than failure. Burying face first into Monica's tits eased the burden ever so lightly.

A twitch, and Peter sped up, edging ever so closer. Monica moaned, clamping down onto him, and enjoying just how deep he went inside of her.

"Cum in me," she repeated. "Handsome, I want you."

The thought of Spider-Man blasting a load into her fertile pussy made Monica tingle on his lap. She rose up and then the first blasts of warm semen splattered into her. It made Monica feel reborn. This would be the proper time to further cement her union with Spider-Man.

Their child together would build the foundation for a greater tomorrow, something that the new and improved AIM strove at. Those were the thoughts that entered Monica's mind when she smashed down onto him, milking every single last drop out of him.

Peter shuddered, Monica wrapping her arms around him. She leaned in, with Peter's arms around her.

"Magnificent," Monica said. "You are my addiction."

The two rested, with Monica enjoying the time spent in the arms of this man. The man she would spend the rest of her days with. She kissed him lightly on the neck and the jaw, smiling when pressing against him.

"I can't get enough of you either, baby," Peter said.

The fire in his eyes made her loins dampen. She pulled away from him and peered over her shoulder. Cum trickled from her pussy and rolled down Monica's sexy legs.

"Come, let us retire for the evening," Monica said. "I want you all night until I can't stand any more.

She beckoned Peter to the bedroom with swaying hips. Peter zeroed in on his wife's ass, something that he did not spend nearly enough time with. An oversight Peter wanted to correct.

"Don't you…."

"I can make my own schedule," Monica said with a seductive smile which got Peter to follow her.

Running AIM did have its perks, and one of them was making her own schedule. Given Monica an ample amount of time to have Peter screw her brains out on a regular basis.

Peter could not resist his lovely wife, and all of the pleasures of she promised the younger man. Life could work out strangely, but pretty good sometimes.

End.