Warm air rushed past Peter as he swung through the night. New York City lights whizzed by as he extended his arm and shot another string of web. He grabbed it while letting go of the previous one, and continued through the sea of tall buildings. Every so often, eagle-eyed citizens would call out as they spotted him.
"Go get 'em Spidey!" someone shouted as the costumed hero flew by.
Spider-Man kept swinging until he reached an abandoned apartment building. He let go of his web and readied his limbs for impact on the brick wall. Clinging to the side of the structure, Peter crawled down to an open window and entered.
The small room before him was nearly empty. A mattress rested on the floor, and a few articles of female clothing were strewn about the place. The overhead light was missing a bulb, but the room was illuminated by the full moon's glow. Peter jumped down from the window and set foot on the carpet.
Peter had taken only a few steps into the unfamiliar territory when a light tingle flashed through his brain. His Spider-Sense was alerting him. His web shooters were prepared when a small noise creaked from behind.
"Hello Spider," the female voice softly said.
Spider-Man turned to the Black Cat and relaxed. As he let down his guard, he smirked under his mask.
"I was hoping you were Kingpin, he's much prettier," he quipped.
"Always with the jokes," Black Cat commented, hopping down from the window with grace.
Felicia Hardy's voice flowed like honey; her cadence always developed into a purr around Spider-Man. A night breeze lifted and blew her white hair in one direction, and Peter received her lovely scent for the first time. Her curves slinked over to him in her black, form-fitting costume. The outfit had white fur trim at the neckline, which plunged deep over her amazing cleavage. Peter tried not to realize how wonderfully it framed her incredibly large chest.
"I sure hope you aren't the Chameleon, or being this close would be totally inappropriate," Peter joked, feeling increasingly nervous with Cat's proximity.
Peter could feel her breath on him and was desperately trying not to stare down her breasts. Black Cat slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You get flustered so easily Spider," she teased, her beautiful and masked face inching closer to his.
"So what business did you call me here for?" Peter tried to deflect.
Lifting his mask just above his lips, Felicia smiled.
"This is the business," she answered, pressing her full lips to his.
Black Cat's soft lips tasted sweet as they surprised Peter. She forced her tongue against his and grabbed the sides of his head. It took Peter a long moment to break away from her.
"Cat! What are you doing?" he stumbled, trying to deny his attraction.
"I'm just speeding the process along Spider, we both know you want me," she stated as fact.
Peter took a small step back and scoffed.
"No! I don't want you. I'm committed to Mary Jane," Peter assured.
The Black Cat turned her body and pressed her back against Spider-Man. Her warmth spread from her form fitting costume to Peter's strong body. She reached a hand up to his face.
"I know, that's what makes this so much sweeter," she whispered.
Felicia slid down Peter's body slowly, allowing her curves to push against every inch of his midsection. Her hands followed the places on his body she had just rubbed up against. She slid back up his body, tracing his thighs with her fingers.
Peter was about to protest when the Black Cat pushed her gravity defying rear end right to his groin. Electricity shot up Peter's body as his penis rested in between two tight lobes, teasing him. Felicia wrapped her arms behind her and gripped Peter's lower back.
The Black Cat rolled her hips as she pressed Peter into her. Her firm ass danced in his groin and she felt his penis start to rise. Delighted to feel his tool coax to life, the Black Cat bent over, pressing more tightly to him, her ass still rolling over him with serious intent.
While trying to convince himself to pull away, he couldn't help but notice how special the ass grinding on him was.
Felicia's ass wasn't just big; it was two massive lobes that bounced wildly when she walked. As she shook it on him, its elasticity went out of control. Her butt rippled and shimmied all over him. Most girls would have wished their breasts to be as big as Felicia's two ass cheeks.
"Stop! This is wrong," Peter weakly said, the pleasure of Felicia's grinding distracting him.
"I feel you getting bigger, you don't want me to stop!" the Black Cat observed, still pushing herself on him.
Felicia snapped up, and grabbed Peter's hands. She pressed them against her large chest as she continued forcing her dancing ass on him. Spider-Man couldn't stop his erection from growing as she squeezed her ass with his member stuck in between her cheeks.
"Oh I just knew you were huge. I dream about this cock. I'm so glad the reality is bigger than I hoped," Felicia revealed, feeling the strong, erect member growing against her butt.
Peter was lost as the warm and curvy body explored him. His large penis was close to full mast as Felicia danced on him, and he could feel his costume tearing. It was not long before his erection tore through and stood strong in the air.
"Oh yes!" Felicia exclaimed when she felt the thick log hit her ass.
The Black Cat swiftly turned and kneeled in front of Spider-Man. His pillar was thicker than she expected and she marveled at its length. The broad head pulsed slightly and waited to be touched. Felicia raised a hand to grab the shaft.
"No! Don't! I can't do this," Peter pleaded, not wanting to cross that line.
"Stop fooling yourself Spider, you have already given up. You need a slut like me in your life, and I need a big dick like yours," the Black Cat said, taking his shaft in her hand.
Peter gasped as she held tightly to his rock hard cock and began stroking. Spider-Man threw his head back as pleasure shot up his body. He tried to make another protest, even though he knew it would fail.
"This isn't right. I love Mary Jane," he said, unable to stop the Black Cat from working his dick.
Felicia responded by massaging his leathery, clean balls. Spider-Man could manage no other thought than the heat forming in his lower region.
"These balls are so big, I bet they hold a huge load for me," Felicia guessed, staring up at Peter with hopeful eyes.
