Missing Cat

On her knees before the teenage superhero, Selina Kyle wondered what the Bat would think if he could see her taking Spider-Man’s stiff cock out of his pants. He might not even recognize her. She didn’t wear her famous catsuit. Kneeling before the boy, Selina’s full breasts heaved in a low-cut bra, the cups see-through, the tits too big for them. Her ass was almost bare, with sheer panties hugging the inner curves of her buttocks and the obscene swell of her sex. It weaved lewdly from side to side, like a cat’s tail—maybe Batman would recognize that—as she took Spider-Man’s thick cock in her eager mouth. She was sucking him off with low, urgent mewlings, one hand stroking the half of his shaft that she couldn’t get down her throat while the other gently fondled his engorged balls. 

“Geez, Miss… unnnnn… Miss Kyle! You’re so—wow, wow!—so hungry!”

She could feel his hot cock swelling even more than it already was between her furiously sucking lips. She moaned for his cum, even though she knew she couldn’t have it. Anxious as she was to feel him coming, to see if those huge balls held as much jism as it looked like, she knew this was only an opening act for them. She didn’t want him blasting his sweet young seed in her suckling mouth. She wanted him to do it in her pussy. All the way to her womb. She was only blowing him to take the edge off his overwhelmed excitement. 

Her fist jerked him off faster, getting louder groans out of his panting lips. She whipped her mouth back and forth on his surging manhood, working it at the same feverish tempo as her hand. What the hell—she wanted that first tasty gush in her mouth, too, finding out if he tasted half as good as his cock did. Fuck, he was hung. He might even be able to go another round. He certainly didn’t seem to have a problem shooting endless amounts of white goo from his wrists.

“Holy—holy shit, Miss Kyle—I’m gonna come! Christ! Your mouth… it’s making me… I’m gonna… aaaah! Geez, I have to—I have to!”

He lunged his naked hips into Selina’s sucking, her stroking, her frantic moans. All the way to the blissfully depraved joy Selina felt as the thick semen burst out of him to flood her mouth. She swallowed it in greedy plugs, loving the sweetly salty cream as it coated her throat, burned down to her belly. So different from Bruce’s bitter taste. 

She suddenly wanted Spider-Man’s cum everywhere, all over her toned flesh, on her huge breasts and deep inside her cunt, even filling her asshole. How much could he give her? And how much could she get from him?

Drained of what felt like even his blood, Peter stepped back, dazedly slipping his limp cock from her mouth. All he could remember was following the spider-tracer to this apartment. When he slipped inside, the first thing he saw was this tall, incredibly sexy brunette, dressed in only lingerie and high heels. One of the shoulder straps on her bra slinking down a tawny shoulder. His mouth was dry of a sudden. His cock throbbed wildly in his pants.

“I thought someone was tailing me,” Selina said. She was lying on the couch, holding the bag of diamonds she’d collected from the jeweler, though the glistening contents she’d poured out onto her long, taut belly. She drawled a finger through them, stirring their flickering shining around her abs. “Slipped a tracker onto my loot, huh? And followed me here so I’d lead you to the booty.”

“That’s right,” Peter said, though he wasn’t sure he’d heard a word she’d said.

“You’re lucky you ran into me,” she said, sitting up, bringing her glorious tits into the light. The gemstones fell down her stomach to puddle in the crotch of her panties, drawing the eye irresistibly between her sleek thighs—the only competition that could rival those breasts. “There are a lot of femme fatales out there. You should know how to deal with one. And me, I’ll go soft on you. Let you off easy, you might say.”

“I think I can handle it,” Peter replied, now making an effort to understand just what she was saying that was so important compared to her cup size.

Selina swung her long legs off the couch and out onto the floor. Tiny diamonds fell down her firm thighs, clicked on the floor like tiny metronomes. She was getting up, extending herself to her full impressive height. Peter stared. He was right in the path of her breasts, like a deer in the headlights.

“The important thing to know,” Selina said in her breathy little voice, “is whether the femme is just playing with you or will actually follow through on her innuendo. If she’s not serious about seducing you, then you can just keep telling yourself that it’s a trick and stonewall her. That’s why any bad girl worth her salt will be willing to… well… be willing. They know they’ll get a reputation. Most of them like it. Because every hero they meet knows that if they just look the other way…” With one long fingernail, Selina tugged her second shoulder strap off. It hung down her arm and her bra lowered down her cleavage, nearly to the nipple. Her breasts barely shifted; she didn’t need the bra to get them so perky, it was just her. “There’s so much to see the other way.”

“So… what do you do if they’re willing to go through with it?”

“Then you decide which is more important,” Selina cooed. “Making sure some millionaire doesn’t lose his pocket change…” She knelt down. “Or letting me fuck your brains out.”

On that note, Peter came back to the present. Selina was standing up, wrapping her arms around him, letting her wet pussy press against his groin. She almost wished Bruce were here, seeing her dressed like a whore, fucking this boy young enough to be a Robin. Maybe then he’d realize there were more important things than making sure every museum exhibit in Gotham stayed untouched.

“Good choice,” she whispered to Peter, slipping his pants down over his firm ass and muscular legs. He dutifully stepped out of them and started to lift up the top of his uniform, but she stopped him. “Leave it on.”

It was far more exciting that way, him half-dressed and her just barely in her bra and panties. She felt like she was giving some boy toy boyfriend a quickie.

She led him deeper into the apartment, relishing his eyes on her swinging hips, knowing where that would lead. Doggy style. No tender foreplay, no soulful kisses, just raw fucking.

In the bedroom, Selina leaned over the foot of the bed, refusing to use it in the romantic, conventional way when she could be fucked like a cheap whore on it. She put her palms on the bedspread and opened her legs behind her. Her panties stretched tighter and thinner over her ass.

“Go ahead,” she teased. “You know what to do. Unless I’ve already fucked your brains out…”

Peter was afraid he’d blow his load before he ever got to her creamy ass, her juicy cunt. He forced himself to remain calm, cool, as she stood between those slender legs and gripped her tight ass and opened up those firm cheeks. Holding his breath, he pushed himself against her sex and then eased inside. It was tighter than he’d expected it to be. So much tighter.

“Shit, that’s… that’s incredible! So fucking hot, that’s… MMPH! And goddamn tight!”

“Yessss,” Selina drawled happily, her thrilled pussy feeling tight around his thick member. Feeling good. 

His manhood grew even harder inside her feverish cunt, trembling deliciously, and obviously he felt the need throbbing in it, because he thrust it into Selina with wonderful friction for both of them. Selina thrust back, stroking her ass up and down to rub her inner walls on his powerful shaft.

“Ohhhh, fuck me faster! Fuck me with every—unnf!—every inch! Every hot fucking inch! Ram me, fuck me, give it to me! Yes!”

She thrashed as her first climax hit her, feeling only the blooming heat inside her and the harsh slaps of his balls against her thighs. She whipped her drenched pussy against his member, wiggling and writhing and pumping herself against him with eager sobs, not feeling the penetration so much as the heat getting warmer and warmer and warmer.

“Gonna come!” Peter gasped. Her luscious cunt was demanding his cum with every little twitch, and he squeezed her silk ass tightly as he prepared to give it to her. Her boiling sex thrashed around his manhood, Selina thrashed around him, and Peter barely had to move with her thrusting herself back against his prick.

“Whatta cunt! Oh Christ, Miss—Miss Kyle! You’ve got such a… fucking cunt!”

Hearing his cracking voice deliver that obscene word seemed to trigger a second orgasm in Selina, and it covered the first, hitting each tingling nerve in her already wracked body. His cum poured into her, filling her tightly stretched cunt as even his massive dick couldn’t. It took minutes for the last few fiery drops to shoot from him, and still Selina tightly clutched his manhood.

Jesus, can I even get out? Peter wondered with a bit of panic, feeling the stranglehold she had on even his flaccid manhood, and he stepped back and slipped out of her with a shaking sigh of relief.

“That was incredible, Miss Kyle,” he said, staring at her creamy ass and how his pistoning thrusts had marked it a flushed red. It clenched and loosened with the aftershocks of her bliss as it returned to a pristine tone, perfect but for his seed running obscenely down the muscles of her thighs. “I’ll be ready again in a minute,” he put in proudly.

Selina bit her lip. Apparently the teacher needed to learn something about the kind of superhero who went for femme fatales: make sure they have enough of a refractory period for you to actually make your escape.