Spider-Man: Web of Sticky Sins
Chapter 6 – Hot, Jizzy Spunk
Alistair Smythe, sat naked in his reflective, freaky wheelchair, watched a screen positioned just above his squashed penis. The screen showed the unveiling of the Neogenic Recombinator and all of those weird happenings that took place on the previous chapter.
"Kingpin! Are you seeing this?!" He looked down to a huge, moon-shaped shape which bopped up and down on his cock.
"haahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhaahha." Fisk tried to speak but Smythe's juicy, salty spunk prevented the words' entrance.
"There is so much freaky shit going on at that science exhibit you refused to go with me, too." Alistair complained, pulling his veiny cock from within Kingpin's throat.
Fisk swallowed his handicapped load reluctantly, then began to yell. "What the hell do I pay you for?! Send The Green Goblin there – now!" He bellowed, like Smythe was a wife he regularly beats – as he was.
Kingpin was entirely ensconced upon Smythe's sexy hover chair; as Alistair zoomed away to telephone the perverted goblin, he accidentally took Kingpin along with him. Kingpin held on for dear life. "Smythe! Slow the fuck down! I'm still on this freaky thing! Hahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahhahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhaahhahhahahahahhahahhahahhahahhahahah!" He screamed.
Smythe came to a sudden halt, causing Fisk to go flying onto his queen-sized Simba mattress and Silent Night extra soft pillows. His duvet was decorated with a Spider-Man rimming Aunt May bed cover. The pillows showed her tits then his cock. As Kingpin landed, he squirmed both audially and physically. Smythe weed closer and closer, then leaned toward his overweight employer.
"Smythe! Just for that, you need to suck my arsehole!" Fisk boomed, loosening his belt he used to spank his disabled employee with, then smacked Alistair across his, still exposed, wheelchair penis. Revealing a browned, gross hole, Kingpin giggled like a little girl. He bent forward and clenched his sphincter muscles, so they were gaping and begging for it.
Smythe knew better than to question his boss, so he crawled from his mobility aid and crawled across the sheets like a skeleton with no legs. Blowing a raspberry between the two wide cheeks, Smythe tickled Fisk's little cherry hole, popping it if it weren't for the fact that Wilson Fisk was a total whore, and his arsehole an even bigger one. Everyone had had a taste.
Kingpin then felt a quick bowel movement slip down his anal canal and out his bumhole, which zoomed down Smythe's throat. Alistair gagged immediately then it came back up and slopped onto his bare feet. "Smythe! What the fuck are you waiting for?! Contact The Green Goblin!" Kingpin jizzed quietly and lost all interest in Smythe for all of fourteen seconds, or the attention span of three emperor penguins.
Lips brown. Shitty taste. Alistair gulped away the remaining poo, but not to his nose or mouth, who still could smell/taste it. He got back into his hover chair and raced toward their landline phone, which Kingpin refused to part with, even though mobile phones had grown in popularity in the last twenty years, and no-one had a landline phone anymore. He was a hipster. A shitty, sexy hipster. And, secretly, the love of Alistair Smythe's life.
With multiple beeps, he dialled Green Goblin's cell phone.
"Norman Osbourn-… I mean Green Goblin speaking." He heard a voice on the other line.
"You need to get to Oscorp! There's some weird shit going on!" Smythe instructed the villain.
"I'm there now! Obviously!" Green Gobs retorted.
"How?! That was fast!" Smythe said, like an absolute stupid fuck. Cunt.
The Green Goblin face-palmed, sat in Norman Osbourne's dark office, which he'd retreated to after all that shit kicked-off downstairs. He swung in his luxurious, expensive leather chair, spinning his wanting fuck hole upon a metal tube, fucking it in his fuck.
"Never mind that! I'll see if I can recruit some of these freaks to our cause." Confidently, he showed his sharp goblin teeth to no-one in particular. Smythe grinned at the words, not having thought of that plan, and knowing he could make out it was his plan, to Fisk, to get some more sex with him. A fucking pervy, horny so shitty, lovely bargaining chip.
"If you make out that this was your plan, I will find you. And I will rape you." Green Gobs warned, almost exactly like Liam Neeson from the film - Taken.
This seemed like a win-win situation for Smythe, and he got a little stiffy, then they mutually hung-up. Sick of each other's shit. As Alistair turned around, he saw a naked Kingpin draped sexually over his criminal throne, eating a Chicken & Mushroom Pot Noodle; the best flavour, apart from the Sausage Casserole ones, which you can't get anymore. Not even from Home Bargains.
One he'd finished eating it, the naked Fisk boomed toward Smythe and swing his entire hover chair around and around. They were in a sexy tango, and the centrifugal forces caused Smythe no become nakey and they fucked. Jizzum went fucking everywhere! The chair crashed into the wall and Smythe flew out and onto Kingpin's cock.
Green Goblin and Smythe hadn't hung-up properly and this sexy show continued down the phone line. Green Gobs enjoyed it immensely, because it aided his masturbatory actions, he was doing to himself as he fisted his jap and came all over his office.
Just then, Harry Osbourne walked in.
Meanwhile, back at Aunt May and Peter Parker's flat…
Shitty Gig Mac's littered the floor beside an unconscious, naked Robbie Robertson. His arsehole looked sore, like it'd be sat in shit for days.
JJ knocked loudly and angrily on the front door, but to no answer.
"Parker! Answer me! I know you're in there! You were supposed to take pictures of the Neogenic Recombinator! And that Mac Gargan kidnapped me on the way – it turns out he's a fucking freak who's evil! Who knew?!" He then kicked the door right fucking down, like an impatient cunt.
"Oh, my God! Robbie!" He screamed upon seeing the naked, sexy bonse bonse of his dark-skinned employee. His big cock was visible, although he was laying on his front; it could be viewed hanging between his oily arse hole cheeks, like Trevor's from GTA V. He had big, black cock, and big, black balls. JJ salivated, which dripped onto Robbie's bare feet and naked toes and their fuck.
"Speak to me!" JJ pleaded uncharacteristically.
Robbie came to slowly. JJ got impatient. He bitch-slapped him, as Sean Connery would to a woman. Any woman. Google it if you don't believe me. Or search for it on YouTube, if you prefer. Whatever. Don't then.
"JJ… Almost twelve Rhino's attacked, and a big, black…" He struggled to speak the words out, then went back unconscious with his dick hardening after seeing Jonah's moustache for even the slittiest of slitty clitty seconds.
"Yes, you do have a big, black cock, Robbie." Jonah commented. He was taught by his father, to never let a stiffy go to waste, and began to suck Robbie's cock violently and with intent to make it jizzum and spunk. He looked at his fuck and began to shove his eleven-inch piece up Robbie's Big Macced shitter.
Suddenly, a shrill screech of Aunt May was sheard from her bedroom. It sounded just like she was just going full-on psycho or something. It was quite scary, to be honest, like a spider. JJ let Robbie's head, which he'd been forcing onto his silvered cock, hit the ground hard with gravity. He then sacheted into Aunt May's bedroom.
"Hahahahahhhhahahhahhahahhahahahhahahhahhahahh! Wahahahahahahahahhahah! Wuuuuueueuueeuhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhah!" Hob Fanny Goblin whizzed around the room on her hover jet, leaving a horny, red smoke from the exhaust of it. As she whizzed around, she hadn't even noticed JJ but clipped the side of his head with her hover board. He fell down in pain, possibly with acute brain injuries, then was noticed by Aunt May's new, evil alter ego.
"What have we here?! An old fuck?! A cunt?!" She shrieked and grabbed his waiting cock before smashing out from the nearby window. She then fisted his asshole, trailing his with blood coming out the skies across New York city. Just then, a group of pigeons came toward them.
"WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH! Pigeons!" She fired rockets at the pigeons and the pigeons exploded with a red tinge in the sky.
"Die, pigeons! Fucking die!" She then zoomed back to the flat and put JJ and Robbie together in a Human Centipede shape, then tied them, by the cocks, to her hover jet. With a kick of her big, sweaty, stinky feet, she raced to Oscorp, using her Spider tracker. She wanted to kill Spider-Man; any pussies and penises she can suck on the way, were a massive bonus. A boner bonus.
Back as Oscorp…
As all of these new villains showed themselves, Spider-Man got a little scared, if he were being completely honest with himself, and hid in a nearby toilet. Unfortunately, it was a female toilet and who was in there but no other than Felecia Hardy.
"Spider-Man! What are you doing here?" She spoke, with Jennifer Hale's voice.
"I just needed a little wee." He said, which wasn't a complete lie at this point.
She looked at him, then down at his small bulge.
"Michael Morbius was meant to bring me tonight, but he didn't want to be seen in the same room as Kurt Connors, not after those disgusting, truthful allegations, which are circulating about them." She told the Spider, for no real reason.
Just then, the Scorpion smashed his massive cock through the wall. He picked Felica up with it, wrapping the green schlong around her waist. The purple bell-end breathed some sleeping gas into her face, then she went unconscious in its strong grip.
"Scorpion! Let her go!" Spider-Man demanded.
"No way, you Spider freak!" Scorpion said back, before clawing all of Spider-Man's clothes off. He then burst out laughing at Peter's small cock.
Spider-Man blushed.
The symbiote got horny but chose to chase the lizard instead of staying and watching Peter's small penis.
Out of nowhere, Otto Octavius, was spunking onto a nearby flannel. He wished he had some robot arms, so he could masturbate his full length, which was huge. Scorpion noticed this, and he himself, got hard. Real hard.
"Now that's a cock!" Scorpion hissed, and out of boredom, threw Spider-Man out of one of the windows. He fell from the top of Oscorp towers, but just as he was about to hit the ground, he was engulfed again by the fishy, pink clouds belonging to a certain, old bitch.
"Well, well, well… Look who it is… Getting rescued by me again!" Madam Web, legs crossed but showing a hot pussy, was perched upon her sexy throne.
"Come… Let me show you something." She spat out some of the old spunk of The Beyonder, which she'd kept as a memento of his life and love for her. She spat in back into the vase from whence it came, ready for next time, and the next fucking sick act. She looked like a mardy cunt for a second, then lead Spider-Man deeper than he'd ever been, into her lair.
Still naked and embarrassed, Peter stepped his bare feet closely after her. As he went down the dark passages of her inner domain, the one or two webs which stuck the sides multiplied as they got closer to the centre.
"Behold! This is my web of sticky sins!" She announced, her pussy wettening. She fingered it.
"When I was created, my creator was so scared that I'd become all-powerful and all sexy, consumed by a desire to fuck, which would be quite probable, as my powers all come from horny energy and sexual feelings, that he created this sticky web of sins; to make sure I never became so powerful that I could challenge him. The web acts as chains around my pussy and tits, sapping my very cunt and power the more there are. Fuck." She continued fingering it.
"These webs are a physical manifestation of all of my sexual desires; well, they should be." Madam Web looked guilty, pointing her eyes away from Spider-Man's little willy for the first time that visit.
"Should be?" Peter sounded suspicious.
"For some reason, the webs no longer show my desires."
"Then whose do they show?"
"Yours." Peter dick gasped.
"Mine?! But there are so many!" He tried to act surprised, but he knew it to be true. He was a true slut, after all. Truly a cunty fuck nugget.
"There is a great evil that will descend upon your world, and all worlds, very soon, and only I can stop it." She spoke with a dirty tone, akin only to the Shitty Big Macs, which had been extracted and shitted out of Robbie Robertson's shitter.
"Then why don't you?" Peter asked like an idiot.
"I can't. This Sticky Web of Sins prevents it. Like I said earlier, they weaken my powers. Only if you remove all of the webs can I become all-powerful and stop this evil that will consume us all!" She tickled her fuck.
"How do I get rid of the webs?!" Spider-Man got a little creamy and milky.
"You must fulfil every one of your sexual desires. Every time you've thought about tonguing the arsehole of a villain or friend of yours, it has made this web stronger. You must fuck everyone you've ever thought about fucking and suck everyone you've ever thought about sucking. Only then can you remove the webs and destroy this Sticky Web of Sins!" Toes onto sex.
"Did you notice how I didn't appear until Chapter 2? That's because, when you allowed Green Gobs to suck your arsehole and sodomize you real good, it gave me just enough power to come alive again. Before then, all of your pent-up desires, especially from those ones you had when you were a teen, comatose me. You dirty, dirty boy. I saw all of those socks under your bed." Sex to toes.
"Now you understand what you must do. It's the only way to save your world!" Madam web bellowed, her legs high and strained, stretching and bending behind her neck.
"But why is your Sticky Web of Sins my Sticky Web of Sins?" Spider-Man questioned. He thought this scene was getting a little weird now.
"Look… It just is, alright?!" She was getting sick of his shit.
"Now go! And succumb to all your horny wants!"