A Note from the author;
When I wrote this story I was concerned with whining lawyers so I changed the spelling of the main character to make it a parody, but after a while I said to hell with it. So I apologize for the silly spelling.
Also this is an X-rated story do not read if you're under age. These are not my characters. blah, blah, disclaimer, blah blah.
With the lights of the office towers and high-rise condominiums reflecting back at him, Spyder-man wondered how he ended up in this mess. Al Toomes a.k.a. the Vulture was at his feet, behind him the constant rain of gunfire prevented him from taking any immediate action.
"Is this guy ever going to re-load." Spyder-man looked down at the wounded man he was protecting and thought back to an hour ago.
"Peter I'm so glad you found time to be with me tonight instead of playing hero."
Peter smiled at his fiancée, surely he was the luckiest man on earth. Mary Jane was every man's dream girl; her beautiful face highlighting her perfect figure. Long red hair waved freely in the air. Her green eyes and full lips accented her pearly white teeth. Her smile lights up a room or a magazine cover, she's been on enough of them.
"Peter?"
"Oh, I'm sorry honey I was just lost in your beauty."
"Oh Peter, I love you so much." They kissed neither of them wanting the moment to end.
It would end however, when the sudden force of Peter's Spider-sense went haywire.
"Peter, what's the matter? Do you . . .oh." Mary Jane answered her own question when she followed Peter's eyes. It was the Vulture and he was flying very fast and very erratically and the sound of gunshots in the distance wasn't lost on the man who, had quickly left his beautiful girlfriend alone in front of the movie theater.
The gunfire ceased for a fraction of a second that was the time Spyder-man needed. In a flash he was on the Punisher disarming him and sending him crashing into empty boxes on the abandoned warehouse floor.
"This does not concern you Spyder-man."
"So I'm supposed to turn my back while you murder this man in cold blood?"
"He is a villain of the first order, it is no less than he deserves."
"The Vulture has been out of commission for years. He's served his time, he's an old man let him be."
"Your sense of honor will be your downfall Spyder-man." A bomb of smoke immediately covered the space where the Punisher was standing. Quicker than the eye could follow, Spyder-man picked up the bleeding Vulture and swung out into the night.
The cool night breeze drifted into the large condominium owned by Mary Jane.
"Peter what's . . . oh my god. Who's that."
"His name is Al Toomes. One of my oldest enemies. Now a target for the Punisher."
"Shouldn't you take him to a hospital."
"He wouldn't last long. The Punisher would find him and he'd be dead by morning." Peter said remembering the assassin's last words. 'No matter where you take him I will find him. He's dead Spyder-man.'
"Will he be safe here?"
"The Punisher is a cold blooded killer honey, but he has a high sense of morals. He only hunts criminals and insures that the safety of innocents is never compromised."
"Put him in my bed, and we can sleep on the couch." MJ said.
"Sleeping is the last thing I want to do."
"You said it Tiger."
Once the harmless old man was bandaged and secured to the bed Peter and his fiancée were all over each other. Their hands couldn't get each other's clothes off fast enough. With her strong hero’s pants off, Mary Jane circled his hard cock with her moist lips savoring the taste of him. Her long fingernails explored his chest while her head pumped up and down in long strokes.
Peter moaned loudly as the cream that Mary Jane had been waiting for came shooting down her throat. She wiped her lips and smiled at the man she loved.
"We are just getting warmed up tiger. You wait here I've got something to show you." She said and seductively walked into her bedroom. Watching her perfect ass sway back and forth Peter smiled and could only imagine what was in store for him.
Mary emerged from her room a quick five minutes later only to find her lover sleeping peacefully with a contented look on his face.
"Oh Peter, that fight must have taken more out of you than you let on." she sighed.
The early morning sun peacefully awoke the auburn-haired beauty. She had been sleeping peacefully on Peter; her soft face nestled upon his chest.
"Good morning, gorgeous"
"It sure is lover." She whispered and softly kissed him, anxious to pick up where they left off last night. Mary Jane began rubbing her tight body against his.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" they both jumped at the sound coming from the bedroom.
"I forgot all about him." Peter said.
The nightmare must have passed as Toomes seemed to be sleeping peacefully again.
"Now where were we?"
"I don't have time now Peter I have to go to work. But tonight you're mine."
Spyder-man stood in the doorway of his fiancées bedroom staring at the helpless old man, who was currently in a deep slumber. "Holding him is only prolonging the inevitable, I have to figure out a way to get the Punisher locked up." He thought.
Parker made several phone calls gathering information on the Punisher's whereabouts and his latest hits, looking for some kind of connection, maybe, just maybe, catching him before his next hit.
"Peeeeeteeeyyy, I'm home." She rushed into his arms and they kissed passionately. The two lovers sat in front of the TV cuddling and softly kissing, they had a light dinner and prepared themselves for a night of lovemaking. Peter was doing all the right things softly kissing her neck and sensitive ear lobes.
Mary Jane was wet; she could feel her juices running down her thighs as she held Peter tightly. "I need you, oh god Peter I need you now." Peter smiled and started to undress when the phone rang.
"Peter, don't you dare answer that."
"Honey it's probably the Bugle I've been expecting a call from Robbie."
Mary Jane crossed her arms and glared at the TV while Peter talked to the assistant publisher.
"Your assumption was correct Peter we found a link from the Punisher's hits and the time of his victims prison release."
After gathering all the facts the hero began to piece together Punisher's next victim.
"Peter. Are you going to ignore me all night."
"I got it. I know where he's going to be next. Look honey I'll make this up to you swear." He said pulling on his mask.
"You better you big oaf." She said and kissed him goodbye.
Toomes laid on his side curled up like a child the fever that had overtaken his body was reaching its peak. Long delicate fingers gently wiped his forehead with a damp cloth. The young woman was not a nurse. She didn't know what to do she desperately wanted to call an ambulance and get this guy to a hospital. But how would she explain having the notorious Vulture in her home, with a gunshot wound. The investigation could lead to the discovery of Spyder-man's secret identity. No the hospital was out of the question. She had nonchalantly got some advice from Peter's Aunt May.
She had to lie. She told Aunt May it was for a part she was researching. And although May didn't know a lot on the subject she revealed enough information to help Mary Jane keep Toomes alive. As she wiped the sweat off his forehead she determined that this was by far the ugliest man she had ever seen. He truly looked like a vulture his long thick nose curled obscenely outward and his ears, god they were huge, even looking past the wrinkles that were deeply imbedded into his face she knew that even in his prime Al Toomes was a hard man to look at.
Mary Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV and nursing a bowl of soup when she heard the low raspy voice of her patient. His voice matched his looks.
"Where . . .am . . .I? Are you an angel?"
"No Spyder-man brought you here, he's good friends with my fiancée, he saved your life you know."
"Ccccold, I'm so ccccold." Mary Jane went into the kitchen to get more soup actually feeling sorry for the criminal she doubted he would make it through the night.
"Here drink this it might make you feel better." Toomes tried but he couldn't get the warm soup down. Though he tried desperately, each attempt resulted in either him spitting it out or it slowly oozing out of his mouth. The entire scene of feeding this repulsive man sickened Mary Jane. She had a new respect for Nurses.
The night dragged out slowly the old man shivered constantly she could hear what remained of his teeth clatter as he shivered. The beautiful young model remembered what Aunt May said.
"Remember my dear the patient must be kept warm at all costs. If the fever can be tempered and the patient can survive the night they will usually pull through."
Although the thought repulsed her she put her own feeling aside and kneeled next to the bed. "Mr. Toomes? Mr. Toomes can I get you anything."
"Fffreeeeezing, bbbblankets,"
He had six blankets on him already. Mary Jane let her robe fall to the floor. She lifted the covers off the old dying man and crawled into bed with him. She was almost completely naked, with only the silk of her panties separating the old man's wrinkled body from hers; Mary Jane wrapped her arms around his skinny form and pulled him close to her.
He felt like a fish, clammy and cold and his shivering was shaking the bed but she held him tight hoping to bring his fever down.
Six a.m. came too early with only three hours sleep Mary Jane got out of bed and called in sick. After eating a light breakfast she took a shower and came back to the bedroom with several large wash cloths. Pulling the covers off the sleeping Mr. Toomes, Mary Jane began washing the smell of old sweat off his body. Peter had not returned but she wasn't too concerned as she knew the Punisher wouldn't try to harm her future husband.
Mary Jane removed the stained and smelly shorts from Toomes unconscious body.
"Oh, my " she whispered noting the length and thickness of his flaccid cock. "So it is true what they say about guys with big noses" she mused to herself. She couldn't believe she was taking an extra amount of time washing his privates, but on the other hand she didn't have to look at his face. After bathing the dying old man Mary Jane tried to find something for him to wear.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOO!"
"Mr. Toomes, wake up your having a nightmare." She gently shook the Vulture until his eyes fluttered open. They were distant and fading he didn't look good, but it did seem like the fever was dying down somewhat.
"Aaangelll," he murmured. Recognizing the woman he'd seen before. She was going to explain once again that she was not an angel and how he ended up here but she thought the hell with it he was too senile to comprehend her anyway.
"Yes Mr. Toomes, the angel." She said and climbed back into bed leaving her robe crumpled on the floor.
Toomes body was not as cold or clammy as before, he was still shivering but not nearly as much as the night before. As she held him close to her she drifted off to sleep.
The sleek black helicopter landed in an open airfield that for all intents and purposes was deserted. Two men walked briskly to the east hangar where a private jet awaited.
"It's fueled and ready to go. Are you sure you want to go through with this Spyder-man?"
"You keep your part of the deal and I'll keep mine."
"You are ready to put your life on the line to help me take down Lou Campelli and the Chicago Mafia in exchange for the Vulture's life? The same Vulture that has attacked you time and time again."
"Everyone can change Punisher and everyone deserves that chance." Spyder-man said and climbed into the jet with the vigilante. Without another word they were high above the city of New York heading Northwest, into the lions den.
The sand was soft, like a bed. The water that gently lapped over their bodies was warm and soft, soothing, peaceful, and the sun seemed like a blanket delicately covering their bodies. They lay together on their sides Mary Jane held Peter tightly to her bare breasts, crushing him against her. Her hard nipples being tickled by his hairy chest, Peter's flabby belly gyrated against her own and his chest sagged from age. His own nipples seemed bigger than hers and rubbed obscenely against her. The soft space between her legs burned, she wanted him badly. And as she held him tighter and tighter she felt his long thick cock grow. I want to hold it. To make it grow harder, thicker. I want him to put out the burning fire between my legs. "Oh, Peter, ohhhh, Peter," Mary Jane moaned. She squirmed against the hard cock that was pressed firmly against the soft flesh of her vagina. God if she could just get these panties off.
"Why are you wearing panties on the beach?" A simple question and the beautiful redhead wondered why she couldn't answer it. The question burned in her mind, her crotch burned. And she held Peter tightly not wanting to answer the question. Her full red lips kissed his cheek and she nibbled on Peter's big ears. Big ears? Somewhere between reality and dream world, Mary Jane's eyes flickered, then opened. Mr. Toomes was sleeping contently his body was breathing normally and his cock was pressing against her pussy trying to push her silk panties into her.
"OH MY GOD!" Mary Jane released her hold on the ugly old man who almost brought her to an orgasm while sleeping. While he was sleeping other parts of his body were definitely awake. Mary Jane looked at the clock it was six o'clock in the evening she had been sleeping with Mr. Toomes for well over twelve hours. And while dreaming about Peter, had almost fucked him. She couldn't believe it. What she could not believe was how horny she still was. After that close encounter with the Vulture, she should have been repulsed.
Ice cold water hit Mary Jane's back, her eyes opened wide as the water shock snapped her out of the erotic stupor that had seemed to possess her. A couple hours later she began to worry about Peter, he had gone longer without calling. But she never got used to not knowing. Suddenly she felt another presence in the room.
"Mr. Toomes what are you doing out of bed." She said as he leaned unsteadily against the wall.
"You? You're my angel."
"OK, I'm your angel, but you really should be in bed. God you must be starving." She led him back to bed and fixed some soup and sandwiches Mary Jane was a lot of things model, actress, but cook was not one of them. So the dinner was simple. And Mr. Toomes was more than grateful. When he finished she came back into the room and removed the tray from his bed and set it on the dresser.
"You should be ready to go out on your own in the morning"
"You saved my life."
"Actually Spyder-man saved your life."
"Spyder-man didn't hold me for hours until my fever died down."
"Oh god you were awake?"
"Not really, it was more like a dream but I was aware of someone holding me and when I did wake up every time you were there. You saved my life. You are my beautiful angel."
Mr. Toomes wrapped his arms around Mary Jane's small shoulders and hugged her. She smiled and felt warm inside. She did save him. And the thought of saving another gave her warm feeling. She was vaguely aware of the bony hand that was slowly travelling up her leg. It was than she realized all she had on was her panties and one of Peter's tee shirts.
"Mr. Toomes what are you doing."
"I know I am an ugly troll. But I love you. You saved my life, please allow me to kiss you."
"Well ok." She said and touched her cheek lightly indicating he could kiss her there. Toomes closed his eyes and leaned forward kissing her gently on the cheek, and moaned like he was in heaven. His sunken eyes stared into hers. There was no doubt about it he was even uglier close up, but his hand still rested on Mary Jane's thigh, she made no effort to remove it. Toomes was harmless. She smiled at him as he thanked her with his eyes. Which until now seemed empty of life.
Mary Jane was about to get up when he asked if he could kiss her one more time. She turned her head and leaned forward allowing him to kiss her on the cheek again. Instead his long bony fingers gently brushed her hair away and he kissed her on the forehead. His lips moved down to her cheek. Planting gentle kisses on her cheek as his lips softly nibbled her ear lobe. She felt his hot breath inside her ear and shuddered involuntarily. His mouth moved back and forth gently kissing her eyes, neck, and cheek.
Mary Jane sat there and let him kiss her, followed by an occasional hug. His hand had moved so slowly that she didn't even notice until the tip of his finger brushed her protruding clit. Mary Jane gasped. She turned toward him and started to say something but when she opened her mouth he quickly covered it with his own. She began to move away when his finger found the waist band of her panties and slipped inside, her eyes were only half open as she looked at him hoping his grotesque feature would snap her out of the feelings her body was experiencing.
Another finger slipped into her panties and Mary Jane arched her hips craving his long delicate fingers. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly she could not believe this was happening. She was beginning to lose control it had been so long. Peter would bring her to the brink and would either pass out or leave and now a strange old man had her squirming all over the place. Toomes tongue was giving her goosebumps everywhere it touched. He was kissing her nipples, sucking lightly. Hard than lightly again, his bald head slowly arose from her large breasts traces of saliva dripping off her nipples.
Mary Jane was gasping for air; Peter's tee shirt that she wore so proudly was lying in a crumpled heap by her bedroom door. Her black laced panties were soaked. Her hands were on his chest his nipples were hairy and large, they felt weird and she gently pushed him away from her. Toomes could tell she wasn't sure, otherwise she would have pushed a little harder. His hand was resting on the back of her head; her long red hair was crumpled around her shoulders. Mary Jane could not help but notice the lack of teeth as Toomes opened his mouth and began to bring it closer to hers. She was about to push him away with force when his fingers entered her. At the same time his mouth came down hard upon hers forcing his tongue down her throat for one split second she tried to free herself, and then just as quickly thrust herself into his arms, sucking eagerly on his tongue.
Mary Jane briefly thought of poor Peter, probably out there fighting for his life. Toomes sucked Mary Jane's tongue into his mouth and his two fingers squeezed her clit. Mary Jane stiffened and exploded in one of the best orgasms she'd ever known. Her mouth was latched to the Vulture's neck and she held him tight as her body shook violently from her orgasm.
Toomes lay on his back; his hands were ravishing the young firm ass of Mary Jane Watson. Her hands held his face; perfectly manicured fingernails caressed his bald head and large ears. Her young full red lips were crushed against his as their tongues danced. She rested on top of him kissing his large wrinkled face all over. While his legs were straight, one foot crossing the other, hers were spread out. His long cock stood straight up and it was wedged firmly between her ass cheeks. Mary Jane's breasts were crushed against his. She lifted herself off of him until the head of his cock seemed to play with her swollen and sensitive lips.
Long boney fingers held her small waist just as she was about slide slowly down him. She looked at the Vulture through half closed lust filled eyes. "If you love me you'll end my torment right now." She whimpered. Toomes looked up at the ravishing beauty admiring her lust and perfect body then in one quick motion he pulled down hard. Her tight ass crushing his old saggy cum filled balls. Mary Jane froze, she couldn't move. She was too full. She starred into his ogre-like face as his cock twitched inside her deeper than Peter had ever been. She could feel his pelvis grind obscenely against hers. She didn't want this to end and leaned forward bringing her face to his. Their lips touched lightly; they traded kisses she would softly kiss his face and nibble on his huge ear lobe while Toomes toothless mouth nibbled her neck.
"Fuck me Mr. Toomes, fuck me until I scream."
"My cock is buried inside your tight belly, and our bodies are glued together I think you can call me Al." Toomes rolled Mary Jane over, her long legs surrounding his waist and began to plunge his cock in and out of the untouchable flower that was now his.
His pounding became harder and harder as he would pull almost all the way out than plunge back in balls deep. Mary Jane squirmed beneath groaning and crying as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her body.
"Oh god! I can't, I'm going to oh you r so tight I, I, I, I'm going to . . ." the Vulture yelled. Slamming into her one final time.
"YES! YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME I WANT . . . OHMYGAWWWWWD!"
The Vulture released his seed deep inside Mary Jane's thrashing body, her screams echoed off the walls as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held his ass tight insuring all of him was inside her.
Al Toomes collapsed on top of the beautiful model his breath coming in short gasps. Mary Jane kissed his bald sweating head and held him close to her. They fell asleep that way. The Vulture’s cock buried to the hilt inside the young tight body of his enemy's girlfriend. Her arms wrapped lovingly around his shoulders and his head laid blissfully on her full round breasts.