Ummmm adult material.don't read if you are not of legal age. this is a parody and should be treated as such. more disclaimer stuff. a few more lines of disclaimers,,,,ok the Marvel lawyers are happy lets get on with it.
authors note. (I changed the time line a little bit. this takes place durring 'inferno')
Prologue
The city of New York is known for its skyscrapers, nicknamed the concrete jungle. Like all jungles there are predators and prey. One building stands above the others, like the predator it looms above all others. Located on the top floor six men, who in any other circumstance would tower over other men in both physique and power. Their eyes like serpents, unfeeling, cold. Six men powerful and respected, and very, very scared.
"How could this happen." A large fist slammed down on hard oak. "Would you care to explain Mr. Campelli?"
"I ... I ... I, they came out of nowhere sir. We did not know..." Campelli stammered.
"You were not prepared. The Punisher's activities are well documented and you were not prepared." A large hand extended itself around the neck of Chicago's most feared and powerful man and squeezed. Campelli's neck snapped. The awful sound of bones being crushed and broken echoed throughout the large office. The man who only five hours ago was the most powerful man in Chicago now laid in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"Get rid of him. I want Spyder-man and the Punisher dead."
The five remaining men carried out the lifeless body of Chicago's crime lord. Leaving the Kingpin alone in his penthouse. "This is my city. First I will deal with Daredevil and then . . ." his eyes were cold as he overlooked the metropolis below him.
THE WEDDING
One month later.
Mary Jane and her four bridesmaids giggled as they shared stories. Aunt May was getting impatient with the fidgeting bride. "Please Mary Jane hold still."
"I'm sorry May." MJ said giggling.
May Parker sat in the front of the church, tears flowed down her cheeks as MJ and Peter exchanged vows. Finalized by a kiss, they were now Mr. and Mrs. Parker.
THE RECEPTION
J.J. Jameson stood up, threw his half-finished cigar over the side of the balcony. He was slightly annoyed, there was something going on, something big. A bright 4 lit up the Manhattan sky. And all of his reporters were here, either too drunk to get the story or getting that way.
"Humph" he grumbled walking back into the main office that had been re-decorated to accommodate the reception.
The red flare did not go unnoticed by his young photographer either. "Mr. Jameson. I have a feeling that could be big, I could check it out and be back before anyone notices I'm gone."
"I like your gumption boy, but it is your wedding day." Jameson glanced over to the radiant bride who was talking to a group of people. Mary Jane was always surrounded by a lot of people. She loved, no craved the attention.
When he turned his attention back to Peter it did not surprise him that he was gone. He had a habit of doing that.
Mary Jane was standing by the punch bowl her delicate hand was covering her eyes. J.J. knew she was crying, "Hmmmmmmm," he mused to himself as a wicked smile came over his hardened face.
Spyder-man swung over flames and explosions. Upturned cars filled the streets. Broken hydrants spewed tons of water into the air, mixing with the raging fires causing thick black smoke; it was hard to see. It could be his imagination but Spidy could have sworn he’d seen a mailbox run by, chased by little kids dressed up like demons.
"Reed what is going on?"
"Spyder-man! Scientifically it's unexplainable ... but by my calculations..." his sentence was cut short by a huge figure that cast a shadow over everyone.
"Shit Reed just tell him what the fuck is going on. It's really weird Spidey. Our building attacked us. We've seemed to stop whatever it was but we could really use your help getting these civilians out of danger."
"He seems a little upset." Spyder-man said.
"He's just upset because there is nothing to 'clobber'. But he is right about needing your help. We have to get these fires contained." Reed said. And made his hand into a large funnel using the erupting hydrants to control the flames.
"Bastard, Shithead!" Mary Jane screamed kicking an empty chair causing it to roll across the room. Jameson reached out stopping the chair before it crashed into the wall.
"I can't believe he left me on our wedding night. To take pictures for you!"
"I told him not to go, that I would have one of our freelancer's take care of it." Jameson said.
Mary Jane knew that Peter left to see if he could help as Spyder-man, she could not tell J.J. this. But the fact he left her on their wedding night to fight upset her more than any job-related thing could have.
"There, there, Mary Jane, I am sure Peter will be back shortly."
"This is just so unbelievable." Mary Jane said as tears dripped down her cheeks. JJ held out his arms and Mary Jane fell against him. He held her fatherly as she wept. Her soft face nestled on his chest as he stroked her hair. His soothing voice reassuring her Peter would be back before she knew it.
"Can you hear the music from the other room?" JJ asked.
"Yes."
"Would you mind dancing with me. I did not get the chance earlier."
"Yes I would like that." She said. Jameson led her by the hand back into the main room and to the dance floor. Her head rested on his shoulder as they slowly moved back and forth to the gentle rhythms of the music. Jameson could not help but notice the small buttons on the back of her dress, obviously made to unsnap easily. As he held her sobbing body against his he casually unsnapped the three buttons and let his hand move slowly down her small back touching her bare flesh gave him an instant hard on. They were in the back by the wall in what was a very crowded dance floor Mary Jane’s back was to the wall so no one could see when James’s hand slipped down her back. The waistband of her white silk panties was barely visible. James’s fingers felt the outside of the waistband slowly letting his finger slide inside.
"Please Mr. Jameson do not ruin this." Mary Jane said removing his hand.
"Of course my dear I apologize. You dance divinely but I must be going."
"Of course Mr. Jameson I understand."
"But, I would like one thing before I leave, a kiss from the bride." Their faces were inches apart. JJ stared into the young bride’s hazel eyes and full red lips. It took every ounce of self control he possessed to not bury his hands inside her panties and take her to his office where he could bend her over his desk and fuck that tight ass.
Mary Jane kissed him on the cheek. "That's not quite what I had in mind." He said holding her close to him. She smiled.
"What did you have in mind Mr. Jamemmmmmphh" his mouth came down on hers, his hands rested on her curvaceous ass and he pulled the bride close to him. Her hands were around his waist. And Mary Jane stood on her tiptoes neck tilted she kissed him back. Soon his arms had encircled her waist. She was leaning against her husband’s boss on one leg, her knee bent as the other leg drifted lazily in the air.
Goddammit this bitch is fine. Jameson thought as his lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss. Their lips soon separated JJ still held the bride close to him and Mary Jane made no effort to free herself from his grasp.
"I haven't been kissed like that in ages." Jameson said. Mary Jane smiled looking into his eyes. Me either, she thought to herself god she could not believe this man twice her age kisses better than Peter, first the Vulture and now this. She had her pick of men. She could have anyone she wanted, yet she ended up with an ugly old pot-bellied troll of a man who fucked her for two days straight while Peter was out fighting bad guys. And now, on her wedding day, she had spent more time in the arms of her husband's boss than she had with the groom.
Mary Jane quickly looked around and was relieved that no one had to notice her and Mr. Jameson's kiss. She was still upset at Peter though and excused herself from the dance floor.
She stood staring out the window at the city below them. The smoke was still visible though it looked like it was dissipating. At least a half an hour passed by as the bride stood alone by the window, and once again she began to cry. The guests were beginning to notice. JJ decided now would be the perfect time to set his plan in motion.
"Mary Jane. I told some of the guests that Peter called and is waiting for you in the honeymoon suite."
"I should wait for him here," she said.
"Please let me drop you off at your hotel I know you’re upset. Perhaps if you lie down it will make you feel better."
"Maybe you’re right. Let me grab my purse." She said wiping the tears from her face.
Jameson's limousine stopped in front of the hotel where Mary Jane and Peter planned to spend their wedding night. JJ walked the bride into the hotel and to the front desk where a bellhop showed Mary Jane her room.
"I will go back to the Bugle and wait for Peter. When he finally decides to show up I'll send him here."
"Thank you Mr. Jameson for everything." She said and slowly shut the door leaving her alone in the large suite. Jameson made his way to the bar he had no intention of telling Parker anything. He had been planning this since the opportunity arose. He left several messages for his employee sending young Parker on a wild goose chase in case he finished his assignment early.
After a drink or two he would go back up to the honeymoon suite and comfort the young bride. And then comfort her some more. Yes he would comfort Mary Jane, comfort her until he was comfortable between her legs. He grinned to himself as he downed his drink. Parker had always irritated him; the boy always seemed to get the perfect shots. He had an uncanny habit of being in the right place at the right time. Some people were born lucky others had to earn every penny of it. Now the little snot-nosed punk had the prettiest girl in the city for a bride. Well I would get my revenge. While he's out taking photos for me I'll be fucking the shit out of his bride.
Jameson laughed to himself as he finished his third drink and headed toward the elevators.
"God I can't believe I'm alone on my wedding night. But I have to admit I look great." Mary Jane stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her outfit she was wearing a white corset with matching stockings and pink panties. Her bridal headband still clung to her head. She brushed it back enjoying the way it felt when it finally rested on the small of her back.
Mary Jane heard the sound of a door opening. "Peter it's about time I, Mr. Jameson?"
"The door was unlocked and Peter left a message that this fire thing could keep him out all night. I thought you should know."
Mary Jane was pissed and Jameson could tell.
"Let me stay with you for a while I want to make sure you’re alright before I leave."
"OK, but I'm not proper let me put something on."
"Oh that's ok, I'm twice your age. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Relax and I'll pour you a glass of champagne."
"I'm glad you came back Mr. Jameson. You made me feel much better." She said accepting the glass from his outstretched hand.
They sat chatting for a while Jameson kept his distance and rarely looked at her half-naked body.
"Doesn’t it bother you to see me in my underwear knowing nothing will happen" Mary Jane asked.
"Not at all, I think I can control myself."
"Oh god I must be a mess. From crying and, and, you must think I'm ugly." She cried not believing he had not made a pass at her. Not that she would have let him do anything anyway. Still she enjoyed men's constant advances. She had turned down hundreds without a second thought.
"Hey none of that, come here." Jameson said patting his lap. She sat with him with out a second thought, sitting on his lap she rested her head against his chest.
His hand moved slowly down her side, his fingers barely touch her skin. "You’re very beautiful, and I don't want you to think any differently besides you have turned me on incredibly." JJ had maneuvered her so one of her long legs had crossed his and the bulge in his pants was pressing against her panty covered vagina.
"Um . . . yes I guess you are but I don't think this is a good mmph."
For the second time that evening Mary Jane found herself in Jonah's arms and his mouth pressed against hers. And like before she found herself returning his kiss.
"NO, Jonah, my God, what am I doing?" Mary Jane cried, suddenly coming to her senses. "Stop! No! Please!" Jameson didn't answer his hand was firmly inside her panties and his index finger was toying with her clit.
"Aaaaahhh!" Mary Jane moaned, beginning to lose her composure. Like before with the Vulture, her body was betraying her, making her forget her pride, her morals, and even her husband.
"Does that feel good Mary Jane?" JJ asked sneering down at her. She looked at his wrinkled grinning face and slammed her mouth against his; she licked and kissed his face. Trying franticly to devour his tongue.
Her long legs wrapped themselves lovingly around his waist as she sat on his lap. Her hips ground hotly down against his crotch. She was purring, as his hands roughly violated her tight ass cheeks forcing her against him. If it was possible to fuck without penetration they were doing it.
Jameson's seduction of the young bride was complete, he sat on the edge of the bed Mary Jane was sitting on her own heels she had his pants around his ankles, and his underwear keeping those same pants company. With his gray pubic hair inches from her bright red lips Mary Jane lavished her lover's cock with warm, wet kisses. Licking his shaft from the base to its purple bloated head and back down again. Her delicate fingers lovingly cupped his sperm-filled balls as she finally let the head of his cock slip into her beautiful mouth.
She had licked his pre-cum off the head of his dick and looked up at him swallowed it. She once again put his cock into her mouth. Jameson was looking down at her, overly pleased with himself as he watched his cock slide in and out of the young bride’s mouth. He had to admit the bridal headgear she was still wearing added a lot to the scene transpiring before him.
Peter's boss had his cock completely buried down Mary Jane’s throat. His hairy balls rested against her chin. Her hands were massaging the inside of his thighs as she buried her nose into his crotch his gray pubic was smashed against her sweating face. She had a hard time breathing but this didn't stop her from wrapping her hands around his balls and squeezing until he exploded inside her beautiful mouth. Mary Jane swallowed five years of pent up cum. It seemed like he would come forever. If she knew he was going to cum like this she would have had him between her legs.
Jameson's head was thrown back in ecstasy never had he had a blowjob like that. He knew then and there that he not only had to fuck this tight young body tonight, Peter's wife would be spending a lot of time in his bed in the years to come.
Mary Jane reluctantly let his bloated cock out of her mouth and began kissing his belly working her way up she spent extra time on his hairy nipples sucking and licking them before finally reaching his mouth.
Peter never kissed her after she had given him head JJ had no such problem he held her face tight and ravished her young mouth with his own. Mary Jane wanted to hug and hold him. But her hands were busy slipping her panties off. Once the silk-laced piece of clothing made it to her ankles she kicked them off and climbed on top of naked old man's flabby body. It was obvious JJ didn't work out but she didn't care right now he had the body of Adonis and she was determined to have that body inside hers.
Jameson rolled her over and cupped her perfect breasts sucking and biting her nipples. She held his head and squirmed her ass into the bed, he began working his way down to sopping pussy but she pulled his head up. "No, we can do that next time." Her eyes were glazed over.
"Next time." He said grinning.
"Yes, next time. Right now I want you to fuck me I need you to fuck me." Jameson had no problem with that his cock had came to a full erection again the minute she started sucking on his chest.
He grabbed her shoulders squeezing them together kissing her passionately he could feel her rock hard nipples crushing into his chest. His cock had just entered her. Only the head was in but it was enough to make her cum she screamed and bit his shoulder. JJ waited for her orgasm to subside and began ramming his underused cock deep inside her tight pussy.
"Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh Jonah yes, yes, yes,"
She was moaning, screaming and writhing in passion her legs were wrapped around his waist.
Jameson was working his hard cock in and out of Mary Jane's firm body in long slow strokes. His downward strokes were violent and concise, he would pull all the way slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside her than he would bring it all back down burying her ass into the mattress. She could feel his heavy cum filled balls slapping her ass with each plunge.
"Oh,oh,oh,OHHHMYYYGAWWWWWWWWWWWWWD!!!!!!" she screamed her bright red fingernails raked his back. And pearly white teeth bit his shoulder. Blast after blast of cum came rushing into her quivering cunt and rested inside her belly.
Mary Jane licked his shoulder, neck, head, ears, and mouth like a puppy thanking its master for a special gift.
The raging fire that threatened to destroy countless businesses was contained at four a.m. Spyder-man was beat. He prayed Mary Jane would understand. He also prayed he had enough energy to satisfy his young wife. He assumed she was already at the hotel.
Peter Parker tiptoed into the honeymoon suite hoping not wake his bride. The lights were on and Mary Jane was sleeping peacefully a content look on her face. Peter picked up a pair of pink panties that were laid carelessly in the middle of the room. He couldn't help but notice her white high-heeled shoes lying on opposite sides of the room. Her bridal head gears a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. The room reeked of sex, not that Peter would notice his nostrils were so full of smoke he couldn't smell anything anyway. Slipping out of his clothes he quietly got into bed. The sheets were soaked. "What the hell." He said jumping out of bed.
"Oh I see you’re finally done playing superhero."
"Why is the bed wet?"
"I spilled champagne all over it while getting drunk. You bastard."
"Honey I am so sorry let me change the sheets and I'll make it up to you."
"I don't think so you’re sleeping over there tonight. She said pointing to a small couch. Tomorrow we start our honeymoon you can make it up to me then."
Peter slunk over to the love seat positioned in the middle of the room. "If being Spyder-man doesn't kill me, my wife will." he mumbled to himself and soon drifted off to sleep.