Spider Man Crime And Punishment

Mary Jane pressed herself tight to Peter's costume as they flew through the air, weightless and yet moving with irresistible heft. Cool air whistled by, stroking her hair like a restless lover, but she felt warm. Not just excited by joining Peter on his webswinging, but heated by the feel of his feverish body pulled close to hers, holding her tight with only one powerful arm.

Besides which, she'd worn a jacket.

Suddenly, the smooth motion of their odyssey shifted. Peter was still poetry in motion, but a purpose had entered the bracingly aimless speed of his fluidity. Now they plummeted, Peter's tight grip on a webline carefully corralling their momentum. It was like riding a roller coaster, only they came to a stop no amusement park ride could've gone through with--landing flat on their feet on top of a twenty-story building.

Mary Jane immediately saw what had drawn Peter's attention away from their romantic escapade.

Someone

was bent over at the air duct that led into the building's ventilation system. And while MJ couldn't say she'd ever paid enough attention to recognize that ass on sight--darling as it was--she did know who wore skintight leather pants and black boots with white fur trim.

"Looks like Felicia's up to her old tricks," Peter whispered, his voice so low that there was no way Felicia could overhear as she carefully crept forward--no doubt checking for security systems before she committed to venturing on. "Think we should let her have this one and get on with our date?"

"No, the least we can do is put a scare in her. She should know better than taking things that don't belong to her. How about you web her where she is, just for a moment?"

"You're the boss," Peter said, and thwapped out enough webs to hold Felicia to the surrounding ductwork at the waist. "Sorry, Cat," he continued, loud enough to be heard. "You know my policy on redistributing wealth."

Felicia purred fitfully in the echoing confines of the ductwork. With her top half stuffed in the vent and her bottom half stuck out of it, she had no way to look back and see that Mary Jane was overseeing her punishment.

"Looks like you've got me, Spider. But are you going to have me?" And Felicia wiggled her ass in her imprisonment as best she could, the round flesh of it quivering gently inside the tight vinyl.

It was clear there wasn't an ounce of fat on her, despite her ass having the fullness of a Thanksgiving ham. It was all toned muscle, filling out her catsuit and curving supplely from the backs of her equally muscular thighs to the narrowing sweep of her waist. Her ass was so tight, yet so brazenly voluptuous, that it seemed to cry out to be used as an erogenous zone. Both of them could see the outline of her panties against the tight black material--at least, the waistband of it. Not the thong that arched between her two thick mounds.

It was a lot for Mary Jane to hit--a plump, juicy target like a punching bag. Mary Jane struck it with the palm of her hand.

"

Ooh!"

Felicia squealed, delight evident in her voice. "I guess I have been a bad girl... but definitely worse than one spank..."

Mary Jane slapped her again. It pissed her off that Felicia would use absolutely anything as an excuse to flirt with her husband. Pissed her off too that Peter excused it all as Felicia being Felicia.

Mary Jane could tell he was giving her an apologetic look through his mask, but she could also tell that the bulge at his crotch wasn't his usual slumbering manhood. He was turned on by this. And Mary Jane wanted to know if this was a game Peter and Felicia had played before or if Felicia was just being Felicia once more.

She clapped her open palm to Felicia's ass again. The fabric, stretched taut already to show off every inch of Felicia's sloping buttocks, ripped as it tried to contain the jostling flesh Mary Jane's blow set in motion. Through the rift in the leather, Mary Jane saw bare skin. As she'd suspected, either Felicia was wearing the skimpiest panties known to man or nothing at all.

"Hey!" Felicia gasped. "You know, there are easier ways to get me out of my suit... I have to wear that home, after all."

Mary Jane's cunt pulsed inside her slacks. Her clit felt like a diamond. She paddled Felicia's fine ass some more, each strike compressing the supple flesh until it was pushed almost to the bone. Then it rebounded, jiggling like a Jell-O mold, and widening the tear that was already stretching across Felicia's abused buttocks.

Felicia was breathing hard. "How do you like my panties? I don't get to show them to you often. Not unless I pull my zipper down real low..."

Peter's erection thumped inside his costume. He was hard as stone. Mary Jane stared at it, tenting out of his costume on her paralyzed husband, as she reached through the split in Felicia's costume to roll her hand in caressing circles around the abundance of creamy flesh.

"Yes, you're right, Spider... no need to get a look at them when you can get a feel... but don't forget what a bad girl I've been. You really should finish punishing me before you let me enjoy myself..."

Mary Jane slapped her lovely cheeks with her free hand. A second later, she realized that was exactly what Felicia had wanted. She decided to try something she doubted even the Black Cat would like.

And a moment later, Felicia felt Mary Jane's finger feather up and down the crevice between her buttocks.

"Mmmm," Felicia purred. "Of course, what's really important is

you

enjoying yourself... and you know this fat ass always gets you off. How much cum do you have ready to go up my hole? It's been a long time since you're left me sleeping on my belly. And if Mary Plain were getting that cock where I let you put it, she'd look a whole lot different going from one end of the catwalk to the other!"

Mary Jane felt like she was on a roller coaster: first the admission that Peter and Felicia had been intimate, than Felicia implying they hadn't fucked since she and Peter had finally gone official. She didn't know what to believe now. Was Felicia just so big a slut that she'd roll out the red carpet the moment Peter made a pass at her?

Maybe Peter was just that good a fuck. Mary Jane knew she liked his cock plenty... and she hadn't tried it up her ass...

Mary Jane moved her finger up and down Felicia's cleft. Felicia squirmed and moaned, responding instinctively to being touched so intimately. Then, without knowing why, Mary Jane reached down into the fine softness of Felicia's pubic thatch.

"Oh! Oh! Wouldn't you rather put something else down there?"

Almost growling, Mary Jane's finger slicked into Felicia's pussy.

"Ah!" Felicia gasped.

Mary Jane reached into her own pants with her other hand, making herself feel what Felicia was feeling. And it felt good. Real good.

"Well, are you going to fuck me or ass-fuck me? Because I want your cock all the way up my asshole, fucking the shit out of me! Are you going to give it to me? Are you going to fuck every inch inside my hole when there's only room for three or four?" Felicia asked, her ass arched up hot and gorgeous.

"Is that what you want?" Peter asked, and Mary Jane cast a ferocious look at him, but then she had to listen to what Felicia responded...

"It's what you want. And I wanna give you what you want. Oh, Spider, your finger feels like magic..."

Felicia quivered. She'd never burned so hot, been so full of tremors. She felt marvelous, sensing a sweet satisfaction boiling all through her, only needing to be released. Her pussy was hot and juicy, slushing where the finger touched it.

And Mary Jane moved her finger faster and faster, fucking the girl's cunt as best she could. Filling her with a chocolate-sweet throb. Making her lightheaded with anticipation.

"Come on, Spider, make me come really good for you. I can't stop you. I

love

not being able to stop you..."

Mary Jane couldn't take it anymore, couldn't look away from Peter's hard-on which seemed bigger and more beautiful than it'd ever been with her--so big she wasn't sure how it had ever fit inside her, much less in Felicia's ass.

She wanted to see.

Reaching out, she grabbed Peter's costume by the belt buckle and tore it down his narrow waist until it'd cleared his erection. His meaty cock shot up into the air, drooling precum onto the rooftop. Mary Jane was just as quick in taking hold of his prick.

She pulled on it, guiding Peter up next to her for a moment... before she turned him to face Felicia's upthrust ass, waiting for him, for both of them.

As much as she wanted Peter to service her in that moment, she wanted to know what it looked like when Spider-Man and Black Cat fucked even more.

"I wanna see how hard someone else comes for you," Mary Jane whispered in Peter's ear before pressing him forward.

A sigh of pure pleasure billowed from Felicia's pillowy lips when she felt Peter against her. Even with his wife there, Peter couldn't resist nudging his reddened cockhead against the waiting heat of Felicia's white-fleeced pussy. She tensed, quivering in delicious anticipation at the tip of his prick.

Peter heard a sharp intake of breath from Mary Jane. She really did want to see him fuck her.

Felicia's breath came in short gasp. She wiggled her hips, trying to get him to impale her, to tempt him into giving her what she wanted. Peter still wouldn't give in, though he hardly felt faithful at the moment, his glans lying against Felicia's folds even if he hadn't yet entered her.

"Oh, Spiddeeerr! Don't tease!" Felicia cried in frustration.

"Don't tease," Mary Jane agreed, her whisper light as gossamer, guiding Peter's hands to Felicia's hips and then moving to make him pull them together. Joining inside of Felicia's burning sex.

"Put it in! I need you so bad!"

Peter had made his masculine instincts play possum for as long as he could. The pressure pent up in his loins begged for release as loud as Felicia did. Mary Jane stroked his body, caressing and arousing him just as Felicia would if she weren't so enticingly restrained.

With one demanding stroke, he forced all of his thick length into Felicia's moist, roiling snatch. Letting her have it until he was balls deep inside of her. Her warm cunt pressed it tight around his rampant erection; he groaned with pleasure at the feel of her surrounding all his hardened need. Like a warm, swirling bath, inciting his body to one last exertion yet already starting to relax him.

Another whisper, quiet as a dream, but boiling in his head: "Say something, tiger. Let her know how much you like that pussy. You know how I like it when you tell

me."

"You feel like a virgin, Cat--hot, tight... and so damn grateful."

Beads of sweat broke on Peter's forehead and soaked his mask. He came out of Felicia only to burrow back into her. He ground his crotch forcefully into her groin, feeling his bloated balls nestle inside her thigh gap, as he put his hands on her supple ass and hungrily dug his fingers into the warm, decadent flesh.

Felicia squirmed inside and out, reacting with pleasure that rattled the air duct she was sticking out of. Her moans echoed inside its metal confines while Peter reamed her out over and over again, pausing only long enough to enjoy the tremors of pleasure and lust for more that wrapped around his fat cock.

Almost forcibly he was reminded of Mary Jane, as she circled around him, perching on the very air duct that Felicia was trapped in, her legs apart and showing him the scintillating view up her skirt.

He could only watch, motionless save for the thunder rolling through his erection, as Mary Jane thumbed the waistband of her panties and skinned them down her legs. Cheerleader-like, she stuck her legs up in the air, propelling her panties up to her feet, then playfully opening her legs and stretching her panties, before giving a jaunty little kick that sent her underwear up to be caught in the wind and blown God knows where.

Peter wondered who would find them and what he would think if he knew they belonged to supermodel Mary Jane Watson-Parker.

"

Ohhh!

Yes! I feel your cock getting even

bigger!"

Felicia keened. "What are you thinking of doing to me, Spider? And how soon can you do it?"

Peter was never so thankful for his mask. His eyes might've strayed down to Felicia's quivering ass, pushed up against his groin until the buoyant flesh flattened on the abdominal vee that both women loved so much. But he forced his body to settle for the feel of Felicia's cunt alone while drinking in the sight of Mary Jane's red-tufted sex... and that gorgeous, movie star face... plump lips mouthing the words

I need you.

Peter rolled his mask up over his mouth. With his lips exposed, Mary Jane splayed herself out, lifting her groin into the air, her skirt falling about her waist as photogenically as one of her modelling shoots.

He took his hands off Felicia's ass--unable to believe he would be touching both women at once--and moved them to cup Mary Jane's sex. His fingers described the trembling lips of her womanhood, then opened them. Baring the rich pink inside of her. Showing him where to lick. Her inner folds were visibly shuddering, glowing with wetness... as eager to massage his tongue as Felicia was enjoying doing the same to his member.

Peter watched the arousal run from Mary Jane's convulsing opening. He ran his tongue through it, laving up the wetness of her lust. It was too delicious for him to ever get enough of it. He swirled his tongue in and out of Mary Jane, who was completely helpless under the onslaught of his tongue.

All she could do was cover her mouth and try not to let Felicia hear the moans and shrieks she was voicing. Her mind spun too fast to think. The redhead was lost in a sea of ecstatic thrills, Peter's tongue creating a maelstrom that it was impossible for her to avoid. Her whole body jerked as she was covered with wave after wave of pure pleasure.

"More! Give it to me harder! Oh God, YES!" Felicia was all but screaming now, pressing up onto her tip toes to deliver her naked ass up to Peter's hard fucking. Thrusting her wet cunt out into his thrusts to take as much of his driving erection as she could get.

Peter felt his control slipping, his coupled desire for Felicia

and

for Mary Jane becoming passion for its own sake--a selfish, wild need to climax that would use both women to be satisfied. His long, even strokes became urgent, even brutal, as he approached the precipice.

As greedy as his lust was, though, Felicia didn't care; she enjoyed it. His deeply penetrating ruts brought fresh moans from Felicia every time he was hilted inside her. She kicked out her long, leather-clad legs and he wrapped his hands around them to hold them up, now positioning Felicia like a wheelbarrow and pulling her back into his plunging hips with each thrust.

He could hear her pounding her skull against the side of the air duct she was trapped in, actually shuffling Mary Jane around a little as his tongue feasted on her cunt with the same ravenousness that he was mounting Felicia's with.

"OH! GGGHHHH! MORE!" Felicia panted, tossing her head from side to side, not caring if it dented the outside of the air duct. "Fuck me, Spider! Fuck me and never stop!"

Peter couldn't reply, lost in the hot gluttony of delving into Mary Jane's pussy, which was just as well. He didn't think MJ would like to hear how much he was enjoying Felicia's generous, abundantly female flesh.

But he couldn't restrain his bodily excitement, had to speed up the tempo of his strokes, and Felicia felt that. She cried out, loving how much of his incredibly hard phallus he was cramming into her juicy slot, grinding her creamy thighs down into the hard metal that supported her.

Her greedy little pussy couldn't get enough of being fucked, sucking and shuddering around his pounding cock, wetness running from it to dampen his balls--Peter couldn't help but think of Mary Jane and all the cream surrounding his wiggling tongue. They were such a perfect match, these two girls. Peter knew of no one but the pair of them who gave themselves so entirely over to sexual abandon, to the complete voluptuous fulfillment of being fucked.

"Fuck, Spider, you're so BIG!" Felicia trilled, no doubt with drool running down her chin, as always when she totally surrendered to her passion. "You just put it in and you fuck my little clitty! I love it! Fucking rub that big dick against my magic button! Come inside me and get me off! Kitty wants to come with all your hot cum inside her!"

It was obscene, but hearing her squeal made Peter think of how Mary Jane loved having her button pressed too. He ran his tongue up her convulsing slit and found the little red trigger straining to be satisfied.

Mary Jane moaned hotly as Peter's tongue approached her throbbing clit. She wasn't bothering to restrain her lustful satiation, but Felicia was in no position to notice. The redhead held her breath and angled her groin up, getting it nice and open for Peter's sweeping tongue.

His tongue sought out her clit; she jerked when its tip swiped over it. Peter knew how sensitive that little thing was. He was sure she would go as wild as Felicia was: him flicking MJ's clit back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of Felicia.

Far beyond the sexual thrill for himself was the knowledge that he was getting both these beauties off as only he could. It became an effort not to come; distracting himself with pleasing Mary Jane only made him more aroused, closer to his release. But Peter knew he wouldn't truly be satisfied unless he got both these women off. Then he'd happily empty his bloated balls.

Mary Jane squealed, loud. Peter's tongue was exactly where she needed it to be. It pinned her stiff clit down and screwed it against her pubic bone. Hot bursts of passion filled Mary Jane's sex fuller than a cock ever could.

It felt too amazing; she had to moan and squeal, letting out all her delight in how Peter was fucking her, fucking her with his tongue while Felicia enjoyed his cock.

"GUUHHH!" A guttural groan flew out of Felicia's mouth as she reached a new level of sensual gratification, all of her lustful body pulled into the orgiastic feeling.

She knew that Peter was getting her off--it was only a matter of time before all of her went into the climax that was building and building. She pumped her hips as best she could, working to masturbate Peter towards the eruption that would give her the last ingredient of her supreme pleasure.

The sudden, frenzied motion sent fresh, desirous spasms thundering through Peter's cock. Felicia's sex squeezed and shifted all around him. His driving need for release was growing stronger with each degree of heat his cum gained in his balls--churning and boiling, ready to spurt into Felicia's hot cunt and make it even hotter.

Mary Jane's heels beat against the ground under her. She just couldn't keep still. Peter's tongue flashed against her clit, over and over again, and each time it did the delight of it became more and more intense.

She'd never felt this way before. They felt like lightning strikes inside her body, blotting out her vision and burning her cunt. There was no way for Mary Jane to control herself when each passing moment could give her more of this ecstasy.

Felicia screamed her own uncontrollable passion, the only way she could take the unending onslaught of Peter's massive cock rutting in and out of her clenched sex. The lewd sound of it sluicing through her coupled with the added spice of his heavy balls slapping against her juicy buttocks to drive her wild. She even felt his wiry body hair tickling at her puckered sphincter, a sensation she knew always came when Peter was drilling her to a totally unreal orgasm.