Accidentally Busted Spidey!

[Tara J]

So many ideas floating around in my head. Here's one I've thought about for a while. Super hero busting another superhero.

As I soared through the air, my cape fluttering gracefully in the wind, my keen senses alerted me to the presence of several henchmen below. Sighing heavily, I reluctantly landed on a nearby rooftop, readying myself for another dull afternoon of punching bad guys and saving the day. With a grunt, I launched myself off the roof and landed squarely in the middle of the unsuspecting henchmen, easily knocking them aside like bowling pins. They didn't stand a chance against my superhuman strength.

As the last one crumpled to the ground, I heard a familiar whoosh behind me. Instinctively, I spun around and delivered a powerful kick to the stomach of the masked intruder. I felt my foot connect with something solid, and with a satisfying thud, the figure crumpled to the ground. As I turned around to inspect my handiwork, my heart sank.

I couldn't believe it. I had just kicked Spiderman with all my might, right in the nuts. He lay there on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, clutching his injured groin. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt. I had never meant to hurt him; he was just another superhero trying to do his job. But I had been so focused on taking down the henchmen that I hadn't seen him sneak up behind me.

As I stood there, debating whether I should check on him or not, he let out a soft groan. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly crouched down beside him. His body was trembling from the pain, and his face was beet red. I knew I had to do something to help him.

Reaching out tentatively, I gingerly touched his arm. "Spidey?" I whispered. "Are you okay?" He didn't respond, but I could see his muscles tensing under my touch. Maybe I should... I hesitated for a moment before I gathered my courage and took off his suite and began to massage his testicles gently, hoping to soothe the throbbing pain.

As my fingers moved rhythmically, his breathing slowly began to steady. After a few moments, he let out a shaky sigh and slowly sat up, resting his back against the wall. I kept massaging, not wanting him to feel any more pain than necessary.

"Thanks, Tara," he said softly, finally looking up at me. His eyes were red-rimmed and watery from the pain, but there was a hint of gratitude in them. "That actually feels really good."

I smiled weakly and continued massaging his balls, feeling a strange mixture of relief and awkwardness wash over me. Spiderman was usually the one coming to my rescue, not the other way around. But there we were, bonding over a shared moment of vulnerability.

"You're welcome, Spidey," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He looked up at me with a small smile. "I know that, Tara. It's not your fault. You were just doing your job." There was a brief pause before he added, "Besides, I've taken worse."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought of him having taken worse. But at the same time, I felt a strange thrill rush through me. He trusted me. Spiderman, the legendary web-slinger, trusted me. It was intoxicating.

Carefully, I leaned in closer, our bodies inches apart. His muscles were tense, ready to spring into action at any moment. I could feel the heat emanating from him, and it made my heart race. Slowly, ever so slowly, I wrapped my lips around his throbbing member, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I knew I had him. He was mine. As I began to bob my head up and down, my hands gripping his hips tightly, I felt a surge of power course through my veins. I was in control now, and he was responding to my every move. His moans filled the air, echoing off the walls of the alleyway.

My lips and tongue danced over his swollen dick, teasing and taunting him with each stroke. Any normal girl would have felt a steel rod, but luckily my super strength let me feel the soft, firm length of him. I could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with my movements, and the heat emanating from his body seemed to intensify with each passing moment. His hands reached out, tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper, harder.

As I continued to pleasure him, I couldn't help but wonder what this meant. Was this just a moment of gratitude gone too far? Or was there something more between us? I knew I should pull back, but the way he was responding to me, the way he felt in my hands... it was intoxicating.

His hips began to move faster, meeting my rhythm with a fierce passion. His moans filled the air, vibrating against my lips as I sucked him deeper. His hands gripped my hair tighter, pulling me closer, urging me to go harder, faster.

I could feel the familiar tingle building in my core, the warning signs of my own release. The whole experience was turning me on, and I thought I was going to climax soon. I fought against it, wanting to focus solely on pleasing him. But as his thrusts grew more frantic, it became harder and harder to ignore.

With a final, desperate moan, he tensed and arched his back, his load spilling onto my tongue and down my throat. I felt the warmth of his release as it coursed through me, and with a shuddering breath, I surrendered to my own climax. My body trembled and convulsed as I came, my cries muffled against his still-hard dick.

I fell back against the ground but noticed Spiderman was still tensed up. I realized I still had his balls in my iron grip. I let go and he slumped down next to me.

As the aftershocks of our simultaneous orgasms faded, we lay there for a moment, panting and catching our breath. I could feel the sweat that had gathered between us, and the weight of his body pressing me into the cold, hard ground. His hands moved slowly from my hair, tracing light circles on my back before coming to rest at my sides.

"Tara," he whispered, his voice hoarse from exertion. "I... I don't know what to say."

I could feel him shifting uncomfortably above me, and I knew exactly what was going through his head. He was wondering what this meant. If this changed anything. If he'd just crossed a line.

I wanted to reassure him, to tell him that everything was fine, that this didn't change anything. But the words got caught in my throat, tangled up with the memory of his taste, the feel of his skin against my lips.

[Myron Cumberland]

Nicely written.

[Myron Cumberland]

I like that you've come to the logical conclusion that ball busting is an extreme form of foreplay. Too many women write about busting men and walking away. I look forward to anything else you write.