Original Symbiosis update

Do not get a hard-on, Peter told himself. No matter how much you want to, need to, GOTTA, just stay soft.

Not an easy order. The Black Cat was every bit the looker Mary Jane was, but dressed more scandalously than MJ ever would’ve dared. Her latest costume—Cat was as fashion-conscious as MJ too—was practically shoulderless, its cleavage a wide vee that started almost at her arms and plunged down to between her breasts, leaving a whole chevron of skin exposed from her collarbone on down. There was not even the usual fur trim to hide the generous bounty of her cleavage, though that whiteness was still in place on her ivory boots and gloves, the little manes matching her wild hair. It contrasted wickedly with the black of her mask, collar, and costume, the pool of exposed flesh from her low-cut cleavage on up like an oasis in the midst of a vast desert that was both foreboding and spectacular.

Peter found it a struggle to speak to any woman, but this one was goddamn unapproachable. He thanked his lucky stars for the mask—she couldn’t see him blush. Not unless his ears burnt through the fabric.

“H-hey there, lady,” he said feebly. “Diamond not yours. Give it back.”

The Cat eyed him—even on the darkened rooftop, his brightly colored suit made him hard to miss—and purred speculatively. “But it’s so pretty…” she cooed, her voice heightening to a babyishly sexy little-girl voice. “Don’t you think I can keep it at my place? I’ll let people in to see it too, just like that dusty old museum was doing…”

“Knock it off,” Peter said firmly, speaking almost as much to his lurching cock as he was to her. “You can either come quietly—“

“I never come quietly, Spider. It’s a failing of mine. When I come, it’s loud, long, and hard.” Her eyes raked over him as she tapped her clawed fingers on the expanse of her exposed cleavage, the tiny taps sending a noticeable jiggle through her pendulous teats. “That’s the way I like it, too. Long and hard.”

She’s just like any other criminal, Parker. Just like Ock or Shock or Gobby. “The diamond, Black Cat. Nice and easy.”

“Oh, I am easy—just not very nice!” 

She broke off in a run, headed for the ledge, and Peter was so quick on the draw that he fired off a webline even as she turned. He didn’t see where it landed, but he knew it had snagged her front, and as she leapt to the next roof, he yanked back hard on the webline to pull her back.

His webline had landed on the zipper of the catsuit. In mid-air, her zipper slid down from the tip of the low-cut vee to her waist, only stopped from going further by her belt, which blocked the webline. Caught on that, the webline now applied its momentum to Felicia’s entire body, or rather, her costume.

With her costume unzipped, Felicia virtually slipped out of it, sliding out of the costume up to her before her momentum was arrested by the webline’s pressure applied to her belt. So, hanging half in and half out of her costume, Felicia was reeled in by Peter.

He was quite surprised to pull her back onto the roof, only to see her naked down to the waist.

“Jiminy Christmas…” he muttered weakly. Half-hidden, Felicia had been a wonder. Exposed, she was a goddess. Her breasts were revealed to be no con, no trick of padding, but absolutely as voluptuous, as perky, and as firm as they appeared, with softness in equal measure revealed by how they bobbed as gently as a boat on a stream with every unhurried breath that Felicia took. The soothing swell of her breasts up and down was practically addictive.

“Well now,” Felicia said, daintily placing her hands  on her heavy breasts in a blatantly unrealistic attempt to censor them. “It looks like you’ve got me. And the strip search is halfway done. You wanna finish it here, or… somewhere else? Maybe with a little more privacy?” She purred. “Or a little less?” Her hands slid down her breasts in a cooing, autoerotic caress. “As you can see, I don’t much mind being the center of attention.”

Peter knew better. He really did. But between college, work, and patrols like this but with far less nudity, he hadn’t even had time to jerk off, not for weeks now. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself from her utterly apparent sexuality, he couldn’t even begin to deny the beauty of her exposed and curvaceous breasts. Other women’s tits were like waves on the ocean, with the wind sometimes dying down, sometimes blowing hard, but Felicia’s were like a tsunami coming to shore. Two of them.

“Rrrowr… and unless that’s a nightstick in your pocket, officer, I think you might be big enough to fuck my tits like they deserve to be fucked.” Smiling to herself, Felicia knelt down to examine him closer. Peter was helpless. He couldn’t hide his engorged erection, his bloated balls, not if he had a million years to cool down. “That’s what my tits were made for, you know. Being fucked by a big, hard dick like yours. Then taking a nice hot load all over, from nipple to nipple. That’s my second favorite thing in the fucking world, Spider. And do you know what my favorite is?”

“What?” Peter begged.

“A clean getaway.”

That said, Felicia drove her fist up into his scrotum.

By the time she had fled back home, he was still in agony, curled up clutching his genitalia and hoping the white-hot pain would begin to subside soon.

That had been weeks ago. Since then, Peter had acquired a symbiote, grown tired of their relationship, and discarded it with the help of the painfully loud church bells atop a local cathedral.

The symbiote hadn’t taken it well. It knew everything Peter knew. It remembered the woman who had caused Peter the same hope and disappointment and suffering he had given the symbiote by rejecting it. 

The symbiote even knew things Peter didn’t know he knew. Like the smell of Felicia’s pheromones. With those in mind, the symbiote easily tracked her through the city. At least to her building. There were downsides to continually leading a trail of scents on the windows and rooftop. The symbiote crawled through the building’s air conditioning system, easily tracking her scent by its strength until it had finally come to a vent. Then it seeped out, clinging to the ceiling, another shadow in the unlit apartment. It prowled to Felicia’s bedroom. She was in bed, fast asleep. 

The symbiote paused above her, its sinuously black surface actually reflecting her perfect body, barely encased in a scant nightie. 

Then the symbiote began to drip. 

Just through the gossamer-thin layers of sheets and nightie, Felicia didn’t feel it. Nor did she exactly feel the beads of moisture that touched her skin and seeped through her pores, minute after minute, hour after hour.

She only knew that when she woke up, she was determined to get revenge on Spider-Man.

***

It was good to be back. His red and blue suit fit like a glove, he could feel the wind whipping past him through the skintight fabric, and the city spiraled around him in a dance as he swung through it.

No more symbiote, no more crazy, just some good old-fashioned vigilante justice.

Then he saw the Black Cat lying on a rooftop, hands behind her head, looking for all the world like she was sunbathing. With the night as dark as it was, he had to double-check to make sure she wasn’t naked. That costume could’ve been bare skin in silhouette. 

Okay, Peter told his dick, this time, there’s no way you’re distracting me. It’s simple self-preservation. You remember the last time you happened upon this girl, the only thing you got into was a bag of ice for four hours. If nothing else, you can learn from experience, right?

As it turned out, aversion therapy was nothing against Black Cat. She was a one-woman Baywatch reboot, her simple act of sitting up and then standing his own personal lapdance, every movement straining the costume over her perfect body, showing off the taut muscle rippling and the gentle sway of her breasts, almost entirely unsupported by her costume and more than entirely not needing support.

Then, having eyed him up, she turned and walked away. Latex over full, firm buttocks, and no matter how tight her pants were, not a hint of panties.

Peter was half-hard.

Maybe we should just leave well enough alone. I don’t see her doing anything illegal. I don’t know she’s up to anything. It’s not like she’s Bullseye or anything. Even if she is off to steal something, no one’s going to get hurt. 

But no. She was a wanted criminal, a danger to society, an accident waiting to happen, and he couldn’t wait until she did something like pulling a gun on a cop to escape capture to consider her a real threat. He had to handle her.

He took off after her with one resounding footstep and the moment she heard him, she took off running.

The chase was fast-paced, quick and strenuous, but it wasn’t long before he outpaced her, no matter how many paces she put him through. He caught up to her in an empty construction yard, webbing up her escape routes before she could get to him, trapping her in a cradle of girders several stories off the ground. Felicia raised her hands up to her sides—to the level of her breasts—to demonstrate they were empty and away from any concealed weapons, besides the metaphorical. And those barely concealed to begin with…

“I’m one of those girls that appreciates being chased,” she said, “but I also like two or three exits to a room.”

“Because you’re a thief,” he said, chiding himself for the simplicity of the statement immediately. He sounded six years old. Superman could pull that off, he couldn’t.

“Not tonight,” she purred. “You can search me if you want.”

“You’re always a thief, and I imagine the cops would love to have a word with you about it.” So dumb.

“Mmm. My adoring public.” Felicia put her hands on her hips. “I felt bad about how we left things last time. You’re not such a bad guy. Saved the city from some of the real villains—the ones with less charm and tact than little ol’ me. I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“Tell that to my—I mean, it’s a little late for that—“

“Is it?” Felicia cooed, walking forward, her extravagantly swinging arms seeming to add power to her swaying hips. Her voice dipped to a Marilyn Monroe purr again. “Can’t I do… anything to make it up to you?”

“N-no,” Peter said, wishing his voice was firmer and the rest of him wasn’t. “You’re a criminal. I’m taking you in.”

“Wouldn’t you rather I take you in? You can go as deep as you want.”

“After last time? Don’t think so. Turn around, put your hands behind your back. If you can cooperate, I can at least give you a comfortable trip to the police station.”

“Alright, Spider. You got me fair and square.” Felicia turned around, again showing off her perfectly rounded buttocks, the latex caressing her ass as tightly as a set of silk panties, biting down on every inch of their creamy succulence. “But first, will you let me apologize? I really want to have things right between us.”

“There’s nothing between us,” Peter insisted.

“Oh, if only that were true.”

And, as Peter moved to cuff Felicia with webbing, she backed up suddenly, her ass pressing against his groin. Peter groaned involuntarily and took a step back, but Felicia backed up with him, and he didn’t take another step. Her ass ground against his crotch in a loving circle.

“Jesus Christ, Cat…”

“Come on, Spider. I have my back turned. Can’t be much of a threat to you with my back turned, can I?” She backed up so more, her ass pressing so firmly into his hardness that it was almost painful, and Peter found himself backing away from her even as she went with him, a brisk few steps putting him against a wall. Felicia followed him, but laid off a little, shaking her ass from side to side now, a pleasant sight at any time but especially when she was shimmying against his straining erection.

“Let me make it up to you, Spider. Here…” Her hands moved slightly and then he heard her zipper peeling down her body, opening up her costume to let her tits burst free. He could actually see them from behind, their outer contours slightly visible beyond her rib cage. “You can touch them.”

Peter couldn’t resist. He found his hands raising, extending, gingerly circling around Felicia’s body until her voluptuous breasts were almost in reach…

Then Felicia spun around, grabbing his hands and twisting them inward, her clever fingers slamming on his webshooters. They fired, a cascade of webbing that slashed across his chest, pinning him to the wall and sticking his arms in place, crossed in front of him with complete adhesion.

“Or maybe you can’t.” Felicia smiled, continuing to help herself out of her costume until she was standing before him completely bare, only a tuff of white pubic hair between her legs doing anything to conceal her body. “Looks like I’ve stolen a new toy. Wonder if it’s a scratching post…”

She knelt down and raked her claws over his thighs—her gloves and boots being about all she was still wearing—ripping his costume there to shreds, while barely nicking his skin. Peter had no idea she had such a light touch, but still, he was so nervous and apprehensive that he didn’t dare cry out. The last thing he needed was Felicia being thrown off as she slashed at his legs, his groin, finally reducing the costume there to such tatters that his cock jerked free of it.

“My!” Felicia exclaimed, her normally sultry tone lost in sheer surprise. His mammoth cock stood proudly erect, pointing at the sky like a thick, enormous redwood tree. The huge, rounded head, though, gave it the aspect of a mushroom with a fat stem, growing powerful and healthy atop the smooth pillar that supported it. Underneath, the pendulous bulge of his heavy testicles looked like a twin set of plums, ripe and filled with robust maleness, almost visibly pounding with all the rich cream inside surging to get out.

She reached out to cup his balls, finding that his scrotum completely filled her palm. And when she raised her hand, there was a palpable weight pushing it back down. “They’re heavy!” she said breathlessly. “Oh, Spider, how’d you get these so full? When was the last time you emptied them? Surely with a cock like that, there must be a line around the block to provide… disposal.”

“Not really,” Peter said tersely.

“Mmmm… the chaste hero type, mrow? Such a shame. All those muscles and now a cock like this too… you should at least handle it yourself. That cock deserves to be touched by someone.”

“I don’t have a lot of time on my hands,” Peter said. “People keep stealing things.”

“Mrow… guess we have to make time. Don’t worry, Spider. I’m not gonna steal all that juicy cum in there. You’re going to give it to me. You’re so going to give it to me…”

But first, she stood, butting her head into his abs, then licking up the textured fabric of his costume, her tongue sliding along the red of his costume and its raised webbing to kiss down hard on the logo in the center of his chest.

Then she squirmed and wriggled all over his body, twisting around. She crushed her aching tits into his quivering belly. Her hands ran over his naked hips, his thighs, his balls. Her fingers fluttered like bird’s wings, tickling his balls, then gripping and stroking his alarmingly stiff prick. His pre-cum smeared her hands. She rubbed it back onto his shaft.

Putting a booted foot up on the wall to his side, she raised her naked sex to straddle his waist, working against him like a lapdancer as she reached behind herself to take hold of his prick underneath her body. Her pussy banged against his rib cage and she screwed it around there as she jerked on his manhood. Drunk with heady sexual pleasure, she stroked downward on his rigid pole, smearing his pre-cum all over his cock.

Feeling the girl’s hands on his naked flesh, Peter groaned like a hurt animal and thrust his cock upward for more of the same.

Felicia pressed her cheek against the soft fur of his groin and stared hotly at his throbbing prick. His cock was jerking wildly in her caressing hand. Electric with sensual feelings, she stroked him up and down. Her gaze remained glued to the rigid cock, examining and admiring his prick as she made it as stiff as it could be.

“Cat!” the hero gasped, writhing beneath her manipulations. “Holy shit! Jeez! What’re you doing to me?”

Felicia ignored him. She was interested only in his stiff prick. That and his rib cage where she was furiously rubbing her juicy cunt. She pressed her stiff little clit against his bones and squirmed against his chest, wetting him with her ample juices. At the same time, she ran her teasing fingers up and down his inner thighs leaving his prick to throb wildly in midair.

Her roaming fingers stroked up and down between his legs, making Peter twist and turn with wanting agony. The wetness of his bulbous cockhead delighted her and she wanted to see another bubble of his pre-cum rise up out of his hole. She knew how to make it happen.

Her fingers teased their way into his hot crotch. There the fingers of both hands met at his churning, tight balls and she diddled his balls until Peter was gasping for relief. Felicia giggled to see his cock stiffen even more and become a big, thick, juicy offering of male flesh. Felicia loved it.

She played with his boiling balls for a long time, letting Peter squirm and groan as if hurt. The more he twisted in agony, the better his chest felt against her squirming pussy. She laughed to herself as she teased him endlessly and joyously.

Instinctively, Peter thrust his aching prick heavenward and gasped, “Cat! Please! Oh, God… lick it!”

Felicia tittered girlishly. “Why, Spider,” she teased, “what a naughty thing to say to a girl! And I thought you were a nice boy. Shame on you, teasing a girl with your big stiff prick this way!”

“Don’t tease me!” Peter gasped, jerking his hips, trying to hit her pert ass with his stony cock. “Lick it, suck it… do something to it! Please, Cat… please!”

Felicia laughed excitedly. It thrilled her to hear the boy beg for her attention. 

To Peter’s complete dismay, she dismounted his body and knelt before him, her eyes gleaming. There was a wicked smile on her lips as her gaze traveled up and down his tortured young body. They lit up on his long, stiff prick as it throbbed wetly in the air.

“Bet you’d love to get that thing inside me,” she teased. She leaned forward and blew on his aching prick. “God, it’d go so deep, wouldn’t it? All the way to my womb. You’d barely have to come at all to get me pregnant. Aren’t you worried about that, Spider? Getting me pregnant? Do you know if I’m on the pill? Would it be worth risking it if I’d let you come inside me? A smart guy like you would have to make sure it’s worth your while. You’d have to last a long, long time inside me for it to be worth knocking me up. But that wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Fucking me for just hours and hours? I might like it…”

Peter gasped, “Please, Cat, you’re driving me crazy! It hurts!”

That did something to Felicia. Peter saw her face glow, and she looked delighted and excited. “Where?” she whispered hotly. “Where does it hurt?”

“In my guts!” Peter groaned.

Felicia placed her hand on the flat of his stomach just above his raging young prick. “Here?” she cooed. “Does it hurt in here?”

“Yes! Yes!” Peter rasped, quivering.

“But what about your balls?” Felicia cooed. “Don’t your nuts ache?”

“Yes, there, too!” he gasped. “It hurts all over!”

“And your cock, too?” Felicia wanted to know.

“Yes! Jeez, Cat, why are you asking me all this? Can’t you see I’m hurting?”

Felicia giggled. “I just like to hear a boy say it,” she purred.

“Okay! Okay! It hurts! My nuts hurt! My prick hurts! Oh, Jeez… please, Cat… do something! Make me come! I gotta come!”

Felicia’s sparkling eyes danced up and down the length of his rigid, throbbing, wet prick and she smiled with a secret pleasure. “Yes,” she said softly, her tits heaving, “you look like you’re hurting. Serves you right, though. You wanted to see me naked. You wanted to stare at my tits. You wanted me rubbing my naked body against you just like this. I’m just giving you what you want. Little ungrateful of you to ask for more.”

Peter’s cock was ideal for Felicia. He was so young and innocent, his prick so new and fresh. She could make his cock stand up and beg for mercy. Now she was in command. Now she felt powerful, leaning over his rigid but helpless cock. He was her captive, his prick was her slave.

With Spider-Man tied to the wall and his cock so big and wet, Felicia felt immense thrills inside her sex. There was something so delicious about tying a boy up and torturing his beautiful cock. As far as Felicia Hardy was concerned, this was the thrill of a lifetime.

But Felicia wasn’t free from agony either. In spite of herself, she couldn’t help the deep feelings of horniness that swept over her all the time as she tried to stay in command of a boy’s rigid member. But the mere sight of a soaked, throbbing prick made her go all weak and lax inside. Her pussy got so damned hot!

Her cunt was burning when her gaze moved from his turgid prick to his agonized eyes.

“You’re close to coming,” she said hotly.

“I know!” Peter gasped, and his cock lurched.

“Want me to suck you off?”

“Will you?”

“Sure,” Felicia smiled teasingly. “Will you come down my throat?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“What about giving me a big wet kiss?”

“Not after you’ve blown me!” Peter said, turning up his nose.

“Well then, best if we get it out of the way first.” Felicia stood, the basso profundo rumble as her breasts settled down from the movement the perfect capper to her sadistic teasing. “Pucker up, stud.”

Peter belatedly struggled as she lifted his mask, but she was only raising it to his nose. Her lips pressed to him and he felt a quick surge of electricity, a sudden and ineffable feeling of heat that blew through his entire body.

Then, biting down on his mask, she lowered herself down his body, her teeth pulling the mask back into place. Her knees hit the floor, her ass settling on the furry trim of her boots. Her face hung above his crotch, gazing at the swollen pole jutting from his crotch. Peter watched with almost unbearable heat swirling in his testicles as she bent toward his throbbing member. Her lips puckered and tenderly kissed the fat purple cockhead. Peter’s hips lurched and a throaty sigh pushed its way over his lips.

“I think you’re enjoying my mouth as much as I did yours,” Felicia teased, once more pressing her soft lips to the tip of his hard shaft. Her actions brought a similar response from him. “Maybe more.”

Grasping the base of his pulsating shaft, she pulled it straight up to her mouth. Her lips hovered a mere fraction of an inch from hos engorged glans. Her eyes rolled up to him, making sure she had his undivided attention, then returning, fascinated, to his manhood.

With his eyes glued to her, Felicia’s tongue curled out from behind her luscious lips. It lightly brushed over the sensitive skin of his cockhead. Peter shuddered with pleasure against the feathery flick she had given him. When his eyes opened again, he saw the silver-haired beauty rolling the pre-cum she had taken from him in her mouth.

Apparently satisfied, she returned for a second helping. Her tongue lapped at his crown, trapping another gleaming white jewel of his pre-cum as it welled from the tiny slit topping his member. The helmet of his manhood was left glistening with saliva in the wake of her pink tongue’s washing.

Glancing up to her moaning victim, Felicia noted the pleasure she had ignited in him. Her tongue languidly licked over the thick arrowhead as she met his eyes, watching him watching her. Then her eyes dropped to the shaft that demanded her full attention. In long, demanding strokes, she licked up and down the bludgeoning length of his cock. She lapped up the sweat of his groin from the leaking tip to the dark hairs that sprouted around its base.

His shudders increased as her soft caresses swirled over his manhood. His body was alive, every ounce of his being invested in the lavish oral worship she offered his prick. He moaned and quivered as a constant series of tremors rose from his balls and raced through his body.

Up and down and around she worked her engrossing ministrations. His cock was an oversized ice cream cone and she was fully intent on not letting one snitch of flavor melt away. Tonguing her way downward, she found the tight sac of his scrotum. Teasingly, she prodded the tip of her tongue into the wrinkled skin. She tickled and taunted his balls, scooting them around inside his scrotum with her teasing touch. After endless minutes of this enticing torture, she fully licked the tight sac, washing it clean of sweat and replacing that with her saliva.

Peter watched with tortured enthusiasm as her head slowly rose from between his thighs, bringing with it a return of those thrillingly soft strokes up and down his throbbing shaft. He moaned and did his damnedest to keep his eyes open; the sight of Felicia relishing the taste of his cock was every bit as arousing as the touch of her tongue.

Again her eyes darted to his face and her mouth stopped its work just long enough for a pleased smile. Then Felicia returned her tongue to his prick, making it jerk and twitch under her slavering licks. She lightly bit at the thickened meat, finally showing some reluctance in her fear of hurting it. A cock like that she wanted absolutely pristine. She mouthed around its circumference, perfectly content in just holding its virile arousal.

As Felicia continued the nibbling, kissing movements in her oral symphony, she slipped a cool hand to Peter’s scrotum and gently fondled there. She encompassed the hefty sac, letting her fingers gingerly edge his balls back and forth. 

Then she once more hovered over his manhood. Her eyes were mesmerized by the jerking, throbbing dance of his hardness. Her lips puckered and once more she planted a warm kiss on the agitated glans. As she withdrew, her tongue slicked her lips, washing his taste into her mouth. Her lips smacked lightly as the fresh taste of his arousal hit her taste buds.

With no warning, she dropped to his cock like a hungry tigress on vulnerable prey. Her lips formed a tight portal, pouring over the fat, knobby head of his shaft. Peter groaned as he watched his prick vanish into her mouth, the humid sweetness inside bathing at least half his gargantuan length.

As abruptly as she had swallowed him, she released her hold on his prick and pulled up. Linked to his moistened shaft by a string of saliva, she looked up at him, seeing his face twisted in the agony of going from ecstasy to indifference so quickly. Then she took him until his glans nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks filled with him. She pulled up and her cheeks hollowed as she suckled on every inch of his manhood that left her mouth. As she crested the erection, her tongue whipped over the super-sensitive head and she sucked with all her might. She swirled, lashed, and whipped his flaring glans.

Peter squirmed and moaned, the urge to reach down and tenderly caress her face, trace the tight ring of her parted lips, proving nearly irresistible. But he could not move one inch with the webbing holding him down.

He watched as her lips began to inch their way back down his swollen manhood. Licking as best she could with the ponderous mass of his hardness crammed into her mouth, Felicia glided toward his hilt. Her panting breaths moved warmly through the thicket of his pubic hairs. The thick head nudged the back of her throat once again, then she let it slide down her throat, swallowing him with gulp after gulp.

Amazed at her ability, Peter stared as his cock disappeared into the warm shelter of her mouth. Her head bobbed and her cheeks strained outward as she took all of the bloated burden. He moaned as he felt her mouth twitch around him. Felicia swallowed, saving herself from drowning in a mixture of her own saliva and his ample pre-cum.

Entirely entrenched between her lips, Peter rotated his pelvis, letting his cock jump and jerk around in the tight confines of her throat. Her tongue washed over his turgid shaft in loving strokes; she licked and sucked as hard as she could before easing off his prick, allowing him to view its glistening length.

Then Felicia glided back down his manhood. Then she came off again. Then down. Over and over, Peter watched himself disappear into her hungry mouth. He writhed as she bathed and soaked his organ in oral delight, her mouth imitating the natural rhythm of her cock, sucking and gobbling at the thick slab of his manhood in abject worship. Her tongue swirled and flashed. Over and down, around and up she licked.

Licking and sucking and licking some more, Felicia moved her head up and down. The solid length of cock slid in and out of her lips. Her tongue lashed and swirled. Faster and faster, she devoured his manhood as if she had been doing it all her life. She sucked and ate and licked until Peter was aware of nothing else.

Peter’s breath hitched. “I’m going to come!” he moaned. “I’m gonna come!”

“No you’re not,” Felicia said. She stood, lolling her head so that her hair dragged over his cock as it strained shudderingly in the air.

“Please, Cat… I’m so close… just one more second, just touch it, please, I’ll do anything!”

“Notice anything about your surroundings?”

Peter shook his head.

Reaching into her boot, Felicia pulled out a remote control. “How about now?”

When she pushed the button, four spotlights snapped to life, lighting up the whole room and most especially him. Now he could see several cameras surrounding him, big red letters printed above him on the wall announcing “The Spectacular Spider-Man In All His Glory,” and a red and white pattern on all sides of him that Peter could only assumed formed a bullseye behind him.

“What is this, Cat?” Peter demanded, suddenly feeling very apprehensive. And either so, his erection didn’t diminish at all. Felicia was still a glory to behold as she went to collect her costume.

“A little show I’m putting on. Cameras tied into every television station in New York, hacked to interrupt whatever it is they’re broadcasting.” She pressed another button on the remote. All the cameras aimed at him now had red lights blaring. “Smile, Spider. You’re on TV.”

Peter now desperately fought against the webbing. It was starting to give, but slowly, painfully slowly.

“Still want me to get you off?” Felicia blew him a kiss. “Be more careful the next time a black cat crosses your path…”

***

Mary Jane didn’t even remember what they’d been watching. It was hard to remember anything when Gwen’s TV cut out, awakening a moment later with a close-up view of a tied up Spider-Man and his twelve-inch superhero.

Gwen instinctively tried changing the channel, but that only brought a new view of Spider-Man.

“Wow…” Gwen said, the remote slipping from her hand as Spider-Man’s sheer size finally dawned on her. “You think that’s really him?”

“Oh yeah,” Mary Jane said. “Jesus, I wish Peter were hung like that. Maybe then he’d make a move…”

“You’d really want a guy hung like that?” Gwen asked, still staring, slightly slack-jawed. “Wouldn’t it… don’t you think it would hurt?”

“All the best times do.”

“You think someone’s going to… you know… do something with him? On camera? He is tied up…”

“I think someone already has. Look at his cock…”

Gwen held a hand in front of her face, fingers slightly parted.

“It’s wet. Dripping,” Mary Jane continued. “Someone slobbered all over it. Lucky bitch.”

“There’s no way you could get that in your mouth!” Gwen protested.

“I’d have fun trying. Look at his balls, fuck, they’re barely moving no matter how hard he struggles. He must have a ton of cum in them…”

“You’d like that? Lots of… lots of—“

“The more, the merrier,” Mary Jane proclaimed. “It’s good for the skin. God, do you think he already went?”

“Went?”

“You know. With someone? He had to. No way a girl could suck that thing and then walk away—she’d have to be from outer space. Maybe that’s just his second wind.” Mary Jane nudged Gwen. “He could take on both of us. Me then you.”

“Mary Jane!”

“What? Don’t tell me you want to go first. You couldn’t handle him…”

“And you could?”

Mary Jane licked her lips. “Maybe I would need help. Change the channel. I want to see if there’s another view. I think she licked his balls too…” Mary Jane shook her head. “Lucky, lucky bitch…”