"Mary Jane, what are you doing here!?" Peter frantically shouted, unable to explain his compromising position.
The gorgeous red head entered the room with cautious footsteps, her expression one of shock and awe.
"I got your note that said to meet you here..," Mary Jane softly answered.
"But I didn't leave any..," Peter trailed off and stared daggers at Felicia.
The kneeling woman, glistening in Peter's jizz, was grinning widely. She was proud of her deception.
"I may have left a note for Mary Jane to see, addressed from you of course," she admitted with no sound of regret.
As she revealed her dirty trick, the Black Cat began to lick her lips. She was treated with the taste of warm man seed, and she was filled with desire for more. Felicia began to wipe her face of the thick spunk coating it, and she licked her hands clean of the delicious cum.
"What's going on Peter?" Mary Jane quietly asked, giving him a blank look.
Peter Parker stared back into her pretty green eyes, guilt starting to overwhelm him. His heart leaped into his throat as he tried to summon his words.
"Felicia and I..," he began.
"Were having sex. Yes. I have gathered that much," Mary Jane finished for him, still a little shocked.
Peter responded by looking down at the ground shamefully, even though he loved every second of his actions with the Black Cat.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that," Peter apologized.
"Are you kidding?" Felicia interrupted, cleaning her face of the last strands of cum.
"Kidding about what?" Mary Jane said with more strength that she had previously displayed.
"He couldn't resist my huge tits. I rubbed my big ass against him until he popped a huge boner for me. I had him fuck my butt. There is no way he could have resisted me. I had him cum deep inside my cunt too. He got me so pregnant," the Black Cat purred devilishly.
"Is this all true Peter?" Mary Jane asked, staring seriously at him.
Peter nodded in the affirmative.
He slowly raised his head to look at the very beautiful Mary Jane, taking in her gorgeousness. Her hourglass was impressive, but tighter and sleeker than Felicia's. The red headed supermodel began walking towards Peter, her long legs visible below her short skirt. Her round butt shook beneath her skirt as she glided to Spider-Man, causing the clothing article to sway back and forth.
Peter looked past her small waist and watched her incredibly large bosom bounce over to him, threatening to tear through the form fitting t-shirt. Peter was always amazed at the large chest, and he had verified before that his girlfriend was required to wear E cup bras to tame her melons.
Peter's eyes widened as he realized Mary Jane was wearing no bra, the outline of her areolas clearly visible. Even though he should have felt shame and remorse, a ping of excitement shot through him as he saw her round nipples peeking through her shirt's thin material. He struggled to keep his gaze at Mary Jane's eye level when she stood only a foot away from him.
"I don't think I can forgive this Peter..," Mary Jane said, looking up at him with big eyes.
"It's okay. I know," Peter agreed, as he thought she was about to cry.
Mary Jane's eyes narrowed as she finished, "...unless you knock me up right now."
"I'm really sorry, Mary Jane. I wasn't thinking...wait. What?" Peter said, not sure he heard her correctly.
Peter's girlfriend pressed herself against his body, her breasts softly squeezing between them.
"If you get me pregnant right now, I can forgive you," she clarified as her expression turned sultry.
"I didn't expect that. Your girl may be more interesting than I thought Spider" Felicia admitted, looking genuinely surprised.
"You want me to get you pregnant...right now?" Peter asked in disbelief.
"Right now," Mary Jane repeated, reaching up for a kiss.
Peter leaned down to meet her lips, unsure of her sincerity. When she kissed him back passionately, he felt she was telling him the truth, and she wanted him to have her now. Peter swiftly took her by the waist and turned their bodies, Mary Jane's back now facing the mattress.
Sensing his intention, Felicia scooted onto the floor out of the way, ready for a show. Peter, still locking lips with his girlfriend, pushed her down and she fell. As she landed on the mattress that was previously defiled by Peter and Felicia, the red head's breasts rebounded against each other pleasingly. Peter followed the model-perfect body down, and kissed Mary Jane deeply.
Wrapping her arms around him, Mary Jane felt Peter's back muscles on her fingertips, exciting her. The area between her thighs became damp, and Peter quickly pulled off her form fitting t-shirt.
Peter paused as the wonder of Mary Jane's top half struck him. Indeed, Mary Jane had on no bra, and now her magnificent tits were free to the open air.
Mary Jane Watson's big breasts, even when their owner was on her back, sat in gravity defying perk, her nipples pointing sky high in impeccably symmetrical form. The fun bags looked healthily full and firm, ready to be groped and kneaded. The impressive tits begged to be sucked on, and Peter was not rude enough to deny them.
Spider-Man reached out with his hands and sunk his fingers into the sides of the wonderful knockers. As he massaged the tit flesh, he put his lips near one of Mary Jane's nipples, barely grazing it. The red head could feel him exhaling on her sensitive zone, and whimpered.
"Tell me to do it," he breathed.
"Peter! Suck on my titties! Please!" Mary Jane demanded.
Peter pressed the nipple past his lips and lapped at it with his warm tongue. The sweet teat felt wonderful as he teased it, and he sucked hard on it. Mary Jane squirmed as he played with her breasts, and he moved over to her other nipple. Mary Jane became electrified as Peter seriously sucked on her other rosy nipple, making her wet.
The gorgeous girl shimmied out of her skirt as Peter kept sucking. Mary Jane's thong was appropriately red and tiny, barely covering her womanhood. She was already damp, needing Peter in a primal way. Peter lifted his lips from a massive mammary and allowed his hands to feel down the female figure.
Peter's fingers teased Mary Jane's skin, descending to the string of her thong. In a swift motion, Peter pulled at the undergarment, tearing it apart and revealing his girlfriend's clean pussy. The pink crevice looked warm and inviting, and would surely welcome Peter.
"Lick me," Mary Jane begged.
Peter neared her hot entrance and slowly stuck out his tongue. Mary Jane could feel his breath on her and her knees became weak. She could feel his mouth a thread's distance from her, making the anticipation unbearable.
