Partner in Crime update

The Black Cat was surprised by just how much Cindy was coming, but it made it all the better for her, mewling appreciatively as her face was covered by wave after wave of sheer liquid sensuality despite how rapturously she tried to gulp down every precious drop.

Felicia’s newly wet face glistened in the dim light that made its way through the windows, her supple features glowing as though lit up by the joy she felt thrusting her tongue deep into Cindy’s gushing cunt.

“Mmmm!” Felicia moaned soulfully, enjoying herself until the waves of orgasm had slowed and finally stopped. Still, she tongued Cindy’s sex for a little while longer, making sure that she had gotten everything that Silk had to offer. 

Then Felicia stood up, looking down at Cindy in her bed, softly naked, like an animal that she’d hunted and skinned and now displayed in her home. “Why don’t you slide over, Cindy? Make yourself comfortable. Then I’ll make you even more comfortable,” Felicia purred, unbuttoning her blouse.

She grabbed Cindy’s foot, intent on helping the girl arrange herself right-side up to the rest of the bed. But there was no resistance in the other woman’s flesh. When Felicia let go of her foot, it dropped straight down. Cindy was fast asleep.

“Well, shit. I knew I was good, but I never thought I was too much to handle. I guess I’m too used to dating a guy that literally never gives up. And now I’ve left myself high and dry. High, anyway. Come to think of it, I’ve had worse evil schemes...”

Felicia laughed, going to get her little green baggie out of the nightstand. She wasn’t mad at Cindy for falling asleep. She took it as a compliment. And if she knew anything about Spider-people, the following morning Cindy was going to be horny as hell.

***

Sleep only came to Felicia after her veins were flooded with THC. She lay tossing upon her mattress, her silver soft hair spread around her, delicate features twisted by the emotions of the dream that animated her sleep.

She was in high school again, sitting in home room, but the teacher was Peter Parker.

“Peter!” she cried, and the other students all turned to look at her.

Then her halter top was falling from her shoulders, revealing her breasts. She tried to pull it back up, but the fullness of her tits kept slipping out into the open, refusing to be contained, and finally the top whipped right out of her hands and she was sitting there stripped to the waist.

She felt Peter’s eyes on her, burning into her naked flesh like she was being covered in hot oil. Her trembling breasts were warm and flushed, responding to his gaze like he was touching them. A shameful deliciousness spread out of her breasts to the rest of her body and she was sure everyone else knew how aroused she was.

“Peter!” she keened, trying to cover her tits. “Peter, please!”

She looked to him imploringly, begging for his help, only to see that Cindy Moon was beside him. His hands were up her skirt. She moaned in obvious enjoyment as his touch moved under the folds of her skirt. She called out Peter’s name, as if mocking Felicia’s cries, but her voice was awash in ecstasy.

“I love you,” Peter said. Felicia couldn’t hear him say the words, but she could read his lips. “I love you.” Everyone in class knew what he was saying.

Felicia cried, her sobs echoing off the other students and becoming them laughing at her. Then she was gasping, feeling everything that Cindy was feeling. The petals of her cunt felt moist, responsive, as she felt Peter’s unmistakable touch on them. He sought out her slit and brought out her lustful wetness, imparting delicious feelings deep inside her while he felt out her lips, parting the tender folds in preparation to enter her. Felicia opened her legs with trembling excitement.

She wanted more. It felt good, it felt incredible, but the better it felt to her, the better it felt to Cindy up at the front of the class. Felicia fumed with envy as she pulled her skirt up, showing her naked, vulnerable cunt to the entire class. Everyone could see how her engorged clit twitched with need, addicted to Peter’s supple caresses.

“God, Spider… come to me… please, I need you!” Felicia burst out, and she sobbed with joy as she saw Peter leave that slut Cindy and come toward her. She writhed in anticipation—her chair and desk fled her body, leaving her on the floor, lying in the aisle, the other students staring down at her.

Shamelessly, Felicia pumped her legs open and closed, offering her bare slit up to Peter as he came to get it. She knew she would feel him inside her soon, learn once more what it was like to be filled by him, and this time she would never forget, because she would never let him give her up again. She would always be full of him, stretched so tightly, so wonderfully, around how hard she’d made him.

“I’m not a bad girl, Spider… I love you… I’m just a little naughty… don’t you like punishing your bad little kitty?” Felicia demanded, sighing in anticipation, her body lost in need for him. Every muscle in her bared flesh strained taut, her hips surging upward as though she were already trying to fuck herself on his maddeningly slow approach.

“Please! Hurry! I need you so much!” What was taking him so long? Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he love her enough to hurry?

Then he was there with her, his burning, throbbing cock brushing against her wet sex as he hovered over her. Felicia felt the vastness of his manhood lying across her quivering mound—coming to rest against her, inside her, his twitching cockhead beating like a second heart in her hungry slit. It moved slowly, deliberately, up and down, as if in a series of gulping twitches, evident of his lustful need for her. Teasing her with his desire for her. Making her yearning cunt pulse desperately, wanting to feel how he would throb when he was inside her.

Felicia reached down between her outstretched legs, grabbing him before he could change his mind. She took his wonderfully swollen prick in hand and guided it to her moist lips, her aching cunt…

***

Felicia had thrown off the covers. Her naked body, creamy and soft, lay exposed to the morning sun. It was beautiful in every aspect, sexual even in the distress she was experiencing from her dream. If Cindy were awake, she would’ve been brought halfway to orgasm by the sight of her wonderfully erotic mentor reaching down between her spread thighs, pushing all four fingers into her seeping cunt. 

For a moment, she was resisted by her own tightness, how clenched she was as she dreamed of having Peter back. But, inevitably, the lips of her throbbing pussy gave way, as they would welcome in Peter’s cock after a token resistance. Felicia let out a long, low groan as she fucked herself—finally having found an arena in which she could defeat Spider-Man and take what she wanted.

Her closed eyelids fluttered rapturously as she throbbed around her own penetrating fingers, spreading her long legs as wide as possible, her platinum hair spread beneath the milky pallor of her body like a royal’s ermine cape. Felicia groaned again, loud enough to make Cindy stir beside her, and she rammed into herself with all she had, sinking her fingers deep into her eagerly anticipating sex.