Kapitel 3: Chapter 3: Slow News Day(Betty Brant)
Everyone at the Daily Bugle enjoyed the rare and very slow News Day. Hell, J. Jonah Jameson remained quiet, well for him anyway, and it just drove home how quiet the day was.
Betty Brant made her way into the back room, followed by Peter Parker, who carried stacks of boxes in his arms. Betty moved up in the Daily Bugle over the years, starting as Jameson's secretary, and then becoming one of the Bugle's star reporters. She worked hard to get where she was, in a profession which tended to run a lot of people out by the time they had a chance to get anything done.
Peter stared during high school as a photographer, and he made his name by getting photos of Spider-Man, where no one else in the city. Betty amused herself with all of the explanations of how Peter could have gotten these pictures, pictures of Spider-Man. She didn't want to press Peter, and tell him what to do.
The two of them found their way into the back room.
"Just set those on the desk, and hand them up," Betty said.
Betty moved over to grab a step ladder and climb up. Peter watched as Betty moved up the ladder. The two of them worked together in the past, and they also dated a very long time ago, although it was the past. Betty focused on her career, and Peter focused on being Spider-Man. Both respected their ability to move apart, and they parted friends.
Still, Peter got a good look at the back of Betty's legs when she climbed up the step ladder. The stockings clung to her legs like a second skin and drew Peter's eyes towards her legs. Her skirt rolled up when walking to show Peter more of a view of her nice, firm thigh.
'Whoa, easy there, Parker,' Peter thought.
Peter moved over before Betty could notice him oogling her legs. And when he moved over, Peter could see up her skirt and see what she was wearing, or rather what she was wearing underneath. It was hard to tell in the office. With Peter's positioning though, he could see up there.
He handed Betty the box and turned to grab the other. Peter felt his pants starting to stretch and it was hard for him to concentrate.
'Okay, stop, just stop.'
Peter walked over and handed two more of the boxes. Betty put them on the shelf. He caught another couple of tantalizing glimpses at her.
"So, how many more do we have?" Betty asked, just barely looking over her shoulder.
"Just one more."
Peter snatched up the box and suddenly his spider sense went off. He realized why when Betty's foot turned out from underneath her when the rung of the step ladder buckled. Peter dropped the box and caught Betty before she could land on the ground.
Betty breathed, her entire life flashed ahead of her. Peter thankfully caught her before she hit the ground.
"Are you alright?" Peter asked her.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Betty managed. She landed on the ground and winced. "Think I hurt my ankle….."
Peter helped Betty over and moved her towards the desk. She sat down on the now empty desk, and Betty closed her eyes when leaning, her knees pressed together.
"I keep telling Mr. Jameson he needs to buy a new stepladder, look what happened," Betty said.
"I'll go get some ice, just sit tight."
Betty smiled and tried to sit tight the best she could. Her ankle still was pretty sore from her position. Betty rubbed her ankle and the pain shooting down it improved, just a little bit. It still wasn't absolutely perfect, but it would do, for now.
Peter returned and watched Betty kicked off her shoes. She leaned closer towards Peter.
"It's swelling, do you think you can help me out of my stockings?" Betty asked.
Peter grabbed onto the stocking, sliding underneath to unhook it. He realized where his fingers lingered closer. The fire was almost there, Peter knew he would burn his fingers if he touched it, but it was so very tempting.
"Damn, I'm….this is pretty awkward, isn't this?" Betty asked.
Peter removed the stocking from her leg. Her ankle looked pretty swollen. Peter took the ice and started to rub it over Betty's ankle. She could feel Peter rubbing the ice up and down her ankle and for some reason, it was affecting her. Peter stabilized her ankle with his hand and rubbed it.
"Peter, I….." Betty said.
Betty leaned back and her legs spread unintentionally. Her pussy ached suddenly, she had no idea rubbing ice all over her ankle could feel so stimulating. She took one look at Peter and could see his pants stretch for her.
Even though she broke up with Peter to focus on her career, and because he kept missing their dates, still she remembered how big his cock was. And also how much she had to convince him to partake in certain activities, but she eventually did so.
"Peter, finger me!" Betty whispered in his ear urgently.
"What?" Peter asked.
"It will keep my mind off of the pain, trust me."
Peter rolled up her skirt to reveal her pussy. It was wet and it showed how much she wanted this, and to be honest, Peter wanted a piece of her as well. He slipped a finger inside of her moist center and rubbed her insides, trying to give her pleasure.
Betty's mind had been taken off of the sprained ankle with Peter working a finger inside of her. The reporter enjoyed Peter's finger, how it always seemed to grip her insides. Her nipples grew harder underneath her blouse. Betty reached up and unbuttoned her blouse to allow her bra to come out to play. A black bra exposed to Peter, and she could see his eyes traveling, looking at her cleavage.
'Good, I'm glad.'
Peter worked inside of her, Betty's center gripping onto him, nice and tight. He pushed his hand against her and ran those fingers down her opposite sight. Betty gripped and released him, moaning even more.
"You always could make me cum so good, I've missed this," Betty said.
Betty knew none of the reasons why she broke up with Peter were physical. He was a good guy, providing she didn't have to worry about him showing up on time in a date. And he could scratch her itches, working inside of her.
Peter released Betty and she came hard, gushing all over the desk. Her thighs spread later and she rolled her head back.
"Peter, how are you going to go back to the office with this?"
Betty grabbed Peter's crotch and squeezed it through his pants. She exerted herself over Peter, and grabbed his cock through his pants, before pulling it down. Betty licked her lips and could see his throbbing hard cock.
"I missed this cock," Betty responded. "I missed how big it was, how much it throbbed, how thing it was. Oh, how veiny it was and how these big balls, they held an obscene amount of cum for me."
The reporter swirled her tongue around Peter's head and ran it up and down his shaft. She squeezed Peter's hard and kept playing with him.
Peter closed his eyes and savored the feeling of Betty's hot mouth sliding down his tool and working herself around his throbbing hard cock. It felt really good to be lavished and worshipped by her warm mouth. Peter arched back to accept more of Betty's questing mouth going around his cock.
"Right there, that's the spot," Peter breathed.
Betty went down further on Peter and engulfed his hard cock inside her mouth. She needed a full spot. Peter stroked her hair and it only made Betty want to go down on him even further. She gave him a very sloppy blowjob.
Peter could not believe this was happening, but he was glad it was. The tension in his balls swelled to a new level with Betty playing with them, and making them hers. She squeezed him and slurped down his cock.
The exchange of passionate actions increased, with Betty increasing her deep-throat action on Peter. The two of them worked against each other. Peter leaned into to Betty, straddling her face while standing on the desk. His hair scrapped the ceiling.
Betty grabbed Peter's firm ass, driving more of his immense length in her mouth. She licked and drew Peter's hard, throbbing cock inside her mouth, sucking him down. Peter grabbed the back of Betty's hair and worked into her.
The encouragement of her slurping increased and Peter worked inside her tight mouth. Her throat opened up for him when he shoved inside her. He rocked further and faster down her throat.
"I'm getting close, you're going to…"
Betty squeezed Peter's balls and encouraged him to drive deeper into her. The slurping increased with Betty working Peter to the edge. She took Peter deep into the depths of her warm throat.
A blast of cum fired into the back of Betty's waiting throat. She gulped Peter down, holding onto his hips and shoving more of his hard cock into her mouth. She hungrily slurped down every drop of cum from him, allowing it to drain into her mouth.
The second Betty finished, she pulled away from Peter. Her lips puckered when looking towards him. Betty turned around on the desk.
"Why don't you relax?" Peter asked. "And I'll keep your mind off of your injury."
Peter slid off of the desk, and Betty lifted her legs, before drawing them around Peter.
"it's feeling a little bit better," Betty admitted. "I could use some more therapy to make sure everything is fine."
Peter smiled.
"I'm sure you do."
Her pussy lips looked primed and ready to take his huge cock inside of her. Peter moved closer towards Betty when she was on the desk. She wanted him, and Peter wanted her, so this was good. They would sort out the long-term implications later.
Betty looked up to see Peter's throbbing hard cock edging towards her dripping womanhood. It was almost time for it to slide inside her.
"Peter, I need this," Betty said.
"I know you do."
Peter plunged his throbbing manhood inside of Betty. The first few inches entered paradise, and Betty looked like she wasn't going to settle for just a few inches of Peter's long cock inside her. She reached up and grabbed Peter's back before pulling him down into her.
Betty closed her eyes. Her pussy stretched around Peter's engorged cock, when it shoved inside her body. Betty reached up and grabbed Peter's hips, squeezing them together. She could feel the length of Peter drive into her body. The two of them matched each other stroke for stroke.
"Right there, that's good, very good," Betty breathed.
Peter rose up out of Betty's clutching womanhood and pushed into her. He was slowly bringing her to a climax. Every time Peter slid into her, she grew wetter. Peter couldn't help, but bury himself into her sheath. He also moved, seeing her breasts falling out of her bra. Her round, juicy, firm orbs, along with erect nipples. Peter pumped inside her.
"Here, let me help."
Betty guided Peter's face in between her breasts to suck them. His mouth sticking to her nipples increased the pleasure. He also massaged the side of her legs while driving inside of her.
The hot moans Peter earned only resulted in him wanting to hear them more. Betty's body pressed against him when he worked against her inside of the office. Their hips met together, and soon, Peter would have her. He couldn't hold back.
Betty couldn't hold back any more either. Her loins stretched for Peter, when he drove the throbbing cock inside of her. He buried deeper inside of her body with multiple thrusts. He rocked and rode inside of her.
"More," Betty encouraged him. "You make me feel so good."
Peter sought out the pleasure spots, touching every inch of Betty. Her legs wrapped around him and she encouraged Peter to work his way inside of her.
The young man pushed his cock inside of the wet center of the hot reporter. Her scorching hot center spread out.
"You've come a long way," Betty breathed.
Peter was glad he met her standards. He pushed inside her unbelievable tight pussy which contracted around them. Betty breathed in his ear.
"I wish I could bounce on that big cock, but it might injure my ankle further. I guess we're going to have to make do with what we have here."
He guessed about as much. Peter caressed her juice orbs, squeezing them. Betty moaned underneath Peter and he leaned closer, nibbling the side of the brunette woman's neck. Betty pushed her hips up further to meet Peter when he buried his stiffing rod inside of her body.
Betty thought the two of them should have fucked in the back room a long time ago. The thought of anyone walking in on them, if they needed a pencil or some staples, well it made Betty really excited. She stretched around Peter's hard cock when he pounded inside of her.
"I can take you all day, just harder, please."
Peter's greedy hands rubbed over Betty's body. Desire swam through his body, and he reached forward to rub her clit when driving down into her. Betty breathed in to take more of Peter's long throbbing manhood in between her thighs.
"Feel them, feel my soft thighs, feel how wet I am for you. And I know can feel how hard you are for me."
One long throbbing cock shoved deep inside of Betty. She moved up, with Peter gripping her leg and playing with the soft gams. Betty panted underneath Peter's probing prick.
Multiple orgasms flooded over Betty the deeper Peter slammed into her. She thought he was the gift which kept on giving. Peter buried deeper inside of her.
Every single thrust inside of Betty's warm sheath made Peter twitch. He held back, wanting to feel her convulse around him. Betty sat up so he could get access to her breasts. Peter jack hammered her tight pussy, and Betty kept caressing his hair, making sure he sucked on her nipples.
"You know what I like," Betty said. "Come on, baby, give me some of your warm juicy batter."
"I'm going to fill you up with so much, you won't know what to do with it," Peter said.
Betty could hardly wait Peter's heavy swollen balls to release their load inside of her. She was more than ready to receive the full bounty inside her. Betty lifted her hips up off the bed and took more of Peter inside, stretching her inner muscles. Her core squeezed him.
"They have more than enough," Betty said. "You won't mind sharing some, would, you, please?"
Peter groaned at how dead sexy she look with her bangs draped over like that. Betty biting down on her lip made Peter just penetrate her depths deeper.
All good things would come to an end, and Betty enjoyed these last few pumps, as she sure Peter did.
"You're so hot, I can't help but cum," Peter said.
"I know, I'm pretty good, but you're sexy as well," Betty said. "Why don't we make something great, Peter, cum inside me….pull out, and I'll be upset."
Peter had no intention of pulling out of her constricting cunt and not just because she held onto him. The young man sawed his way deeper inside Betty, feeling the moisture of a stretching cunt grabbing around him. Peter breathed heavily and hungrily, gripping Betty's large breasts in hand and clenching them.
"Yes, right there, perfect spot," Betty murmured.
Peter nibbled Betty's neck as well, before moving down to suck on her heathy orbs. They bounced as perky as they did ten years ago, and they were even better than age.
The two of them exchanged their fluid passions. Peter grabbed Betty and slammed into her. His balls were about ready to release their seed inside of her. He worked inside her for a few more minutes.
Betty gripped Peter, and moaned hungrily in his ear.
"More, baby, more," Betty said. "Give me your seed….fill me full of your sweet, juicy….cum!"
Peter held Betty tight and slammed his thick prick inside of her pussy. She engulfed and released Peter numerous times, before he pumped his seed into her body.
The feeling of being drained in such a sheath of womanhood was a feeling. Peter's body tingled and Betty kept feeling up his muscles. She squeezed his hips with those gorgeous thighs to pump him.
"Every last drop," Betty said. "Good, very good."
The two shuddered on the desk when Peter finished emptying his load into Betty. He pulled away from her. Betty sat up on the desk and smiled. She brushed Peter's hair out of his eyes and leaned in to give him one more passionate kis.s
"My place after work for…coffee."
Betty squeezed his package one more time. Her ankle felt much better, but there was always a chance for a relapse.
"I won't turn down…coffee," Peter said, winking at that last word.
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