Catsuit update

It was a familiar sight in New York. The flare flying up into the sky like the first firework on the Fourth of July, erupting into a flaming yellow symbol: the encircled four of the Fantastic Four, summing all of the family to either a trouble spot or their headquarters at the Baxter Building.

Today, though, that flare blazed into a new circular shape. It was a face of emoji crudity, with a concentric pattern of weblines moving out from the center, uninterrupted except for the two blunt eyes.

Some enterprising Etsy person had succeeded in making that more or less the official symbol of Spider-Man, with a few of his rescues taking to wearing it on a button, so Peter took it that this was either the Fantastic Four’s way of telling him they wanted to get in touch or some jerk drawing him into the world’s most obvious ambush. For once, he was feeling lucky.

He swung to the Baxter Building, alighting in the nook of one of the four 4s topping the skyscraper to get some shade. In short order, Johnny Storm flew up to greet him, landing in a hurry on the arm of that four.

His flame stirred a brief, startling intense nervousness in Peter over being singed. Peter actually took it as something of a comfort. He’d been feeling very unneurotic lately, ever since he’d had the bright idea to sex up his costume in a basic black. Him being confident made him feel nervous. It was good to know he could still have minor panic attacks.

 “Spidey, thank Christ, am I glad to see you! It’s like this—I need to get laid!”

“You came to the right place,” Peter said, deadpan.

Even in superhero circles, there were popular kids and then there was Johnny. Thankfully, the fact that they were all in the business of saving lives meant that there was a certain level of non-dick that everyone who wasn’t short and Canadian seemed to meet.

Still, Johnny was prep school all the way. Peter knew he’d gotten some attention from his tight costume—he was pretty sure that was how he and Felicia had become a thing—but it was a suit that itched and rode up and ripped just like any secondhand garment out of a Goodwill.

Johnny’s suit was something off an action figure, tight enough for a PG-13, but made for an R. Peter was skinny; Johnny was slender, rippling muscles in perfect proportion to his height. And he had a few inches on Peter too. And a face like that Peter couldn’t blame him for not wearing a mask. He had a cocky smile and a carefully careless hairdo that were just this side of punchable, like he had calculated some formula to be Entourage-pretty without being Entourage-douchey.

“This is serious, webhead!” Johnny looked like he was on the verge of tearing that perfect hair out. “We were in space and there was this robot and—uggh, I had Reed write it down!”

He reached into his belt, taking out a piece of paper from within a fireproof compartment, and reached across the four’s vertical strut to hand it to Peter. Peter checked it out. It was in Reed’s crawly handwriting, so points for authenticity—alien technology—nanobots—who woulda thunk it? If Johnny didn’t get laid, he’d die. Painfully, too.

“Okay, you’re serious. But while I know guys are supposed to be more open and physically affectionate these days, I still think there are better ways for you to have sex with someone you haven’t slept with before. That’s the rub, isn’t it? Can’t be someone you’ve ever had sex with?”

“That’s just it!” Johnny moaned, hands on his head. “A guy like me—do I have to tell you how much tang saving the world gets you? I probably have to tell you. Girls throw themselves at me, Spidey! There’ve been tackles. If a referee had been in some of these clubs, he would’ve thrown a red flag on the play!”

“Just so you know, anyone who might be recording this, I do not agree with any of his statements. Please don’t Billy Bush me.”

Johnny paused being worried to be offended. “Hey, it’s not like that! I still believe in doing a few shots, hearing about a girl’s clothing line, following them on Twitter, then maybe—you’re the one who ties people up with that weird white goo!”

“Okay, okay, relax. Just open up your little black book, find a girl you haven’t gotten to yet…”

Johnny planted his hands on his hips as he hung his head. “There’s no little black book. I mean, I just said I have Twitter.”

“So you just—“ Peter stopped, feeling like an idiot. He slapped his forehead. “You don’t keep track of which women you’ve slept with or not.”

“It is a little hard to worry about that stuff with Gorgomon the Destroyer trying to abduct India!”

“You have no idea of which women you’ve had sex with!” Peter cried, feeling irrationally angry. Sixteen years old and he’d gotten to ride in a rocket ship, and gotten superpowers—Peter could’ve ridden in a rocket ship.

“Would it not be weirder if I kept track?”

“No!”

“Look, it’s like this!” Johnny insisted. “We’ve always been from different side of the tracks. I’m mainstream and you’re alt-rock. I date cheerleaders, you’re more… Suicide Girl intellectual hipster chicks.”

“Ha! I wish!”

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re always saving super-hot babes!”

“Doesn’t mean I sleep with them!” Peter shrugged. “I may date them, but I don’t… well, actually.”

Johnny brightened with hope. “I just need a girl who’s a little off the beaten track. Who was that girl you used to room with, Firestar? Her, I would’ve remembered. So maybe you just hook me up with her number, help me come up with a story about why I need to have a superhero team-up with her, and let me do my thing. And I’ll see about getting you a HERBIE.”

“You want me to help you have sex with a superheroine and in exchange I get a HERBIE?”

“Yes, Spider-Man,” Johnny replied, straight-faced. “You get a robot, a talking floating robot, because you love nerdy shit like that and it cleans stuff! How cool is your cool new black costume going to look after it gets some weird stains on it? HERBIE is like if Tony Stark fucked a Roomba. It’s gonna change your life!”

“Okay, that actually does sound cool. Although if your entire team needs to have sex, you could just give me your sister’s number—“

The air rippled around Johnny. “Don’t even think it, webhead.”

***

Felicia felt eyes on her as she prepared for bed, making that a sweet little euphemism. They were fascinated by everything she did, and so Felicia decided to take a shower instead of the warm bath she would’ve gone with, knowing that the unsatisfying briskness of the shower would be repaid in the excitement Peter would feel after she had twisted and turned and posed under the stinging spray.

Peter had dropped in on her unannounced before, quite a lot ever since his matching costume to hers had served as a typically non-vocal guy confirmation of their relationship. Felicia quite enjoyed having him at her beck, if not her call. He came and went as he pleased, as she did, and they both came quite a lot.

She spent a long time under the shower, fondling herself for Peter’s visual pleasure. She washed her shapely tits, pulling and playing with her erect nipples as he watched, her face turned away from his presence. She liked pretending not to notice him there, that he was a voyeur, an invader, that he wanted it even more than she did. She offered herself up in profile, letting him see only one angle of her voluptuousness, and with the steam rising up from the hot water, condensation fogging up the shower glass more and more the longer he stood there water..

She turned and jutted her creamy ass toward him as she washed it and, leaning over, pulled the smooth cheeks apart, giggling lewdly to herself as she displayed her asshole for his perusal. Felicia crinkled her asshole tightly, then relaxed it, showing her willingness to allow him to take the same path he’d been exploring lately. She spread her legs and soaped her cunt, rinsing it off underneath the water, nice and clean for him.

Finally, she turned to Peter, the shower spraying over her tits. She parted her feet, her legs open, and the water ran down her body, into the white hair of her pussy and streaming along her inner thighs, making herself a vision for him.

She was barely rattled to see another man beside him. It helped that he looked positively awestruck. Also, cute.

Peter made the introductions. “Johnny, Felicia. Felicia, Johnny. Felicia, I thought you and Johnny might have a lot to talk about—if you don’t mind.”

“Spider,” Felicia purred, although she was looking the stranger up and down. “It’s not like you to bring a guest to our parties.”

“It was a bit of an emergency,” Peter said.

Felicia stared down between Johnny’s legs. “I’ll say. This is a very thoughtful present, Spider. Maybe I should get you a second kitty, since you’re so good at taking care of this one…”

“Later?” Peter asked.

Felicia turned off the water. “Later.”

Felicia reached out to both of them, lightly touching their crotches, her fingers as gentle as they would be caressing a combination lock. Peter’s suit instinctively opened, disgorging his erect cock into Felicia’s hand, while she had to find Johnny’s zipper, pull it down and fish him out of his fly.

“Wow!” Felicia gushed, more than pleased. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a black guy.”

“I get that a lot.”

Felicia took a step back, her fingers dwindling off their erections. “Now I want you to jack off.”

“Each other?” Johnny asked uncertainly.

“No, yourselves, why would your mind even go—“ Felicia shook her head. “I want all your attention on me. I mean, unless…”

“No, we’re good,” Peter said, assiduously avoiding eye contact with Johnny.

“Yeah,” Johnny agreed, taking a step to the side away from Peter.

Then they refocused their attention on Felicia, staring at her with excitement, their heated eyes focused on her cunt. Peter was the first to go, grasping his cock and beginning to pump, and Johnny joined in.

Felicia watched with fiery eyes, stepping out of the shower, dripping water all over the bathroom floor. She stood before them, watching as their fists flew back and forth.

“This the first time you’ve jerked off to me, Johnny? I know it isn’t the first time Peter has. I’ve put so much in his spank bank that he could jack off for me all night and all day. But have you? Have you seen pictures of me walking around in my tight leather outfit, just bursting out of it, and decided to relieve yourself?” Felicia smirked. “Oh yeah, I think you have. You hear that, Spider? Johnny Storm’s jacked off to your girlfriend!”

She dropped to her knees between them, her eyes appreciative as they jerked faster on their cocks. Resting her ass on her heels, Felicia lifted her face to them, smiling as she cupped her tits. Her eyes gleamed brightly.

“Jack off for me,” she demanded. “Show me how hard I get you! Show me how much cock you’re going to fuck me with!

The men stood on either side of her, jerking hard, their hips arching forward. Felicia watched their balls swing back and forth with the movement of their tight fists. She stroked her tits as she watched, lifting her nipples up. Wet drops of precum dripped from their cockhead, splattering her nipples. She cooed with pleasure and pushed her breasts further up, their voluptuous heft making it easy for her to lift them to her mouth and lick her own tits, tasting the juices off her nipples. Peter and Johnny’s cocks were pounded back and forth. She licked at Peter’s cock, moaning with lewd pleasure to let him know he was her favorite.

Then she stood, her breasts swaying slightly, but with unmistakable weight under her torso as she straightened. Felicia licked her lips, slowly enough to lavish attention on every curve of them, and Peter stared at her tongue, helplessly thinking how attentive that tongue would be to his, to his cock, to his fingers as he stuffed them in Felicia’s mouth to stifle her moans as he fucked her hard—

Felicia moved in, kissing him lovingly, Peter tasting the slightest tang of his own seed on her tongue before she sucked it off of his, her warm breasts pressed to his chest, the shower water dripping off her and onto him and carrying the heat of her body.

She pulled away, lingeringly, brushing her shoulder against Johnny’s chest as she turned, turned, turned, into him, kissing him, her hands running lovingly through his exposed hair, the bareness of his unmasked face.

Abruptly, Peter didn’t wanted to share her. It wasn’t jealousy—rage, but not jealousy. He was filled to a desire to prove that he was the best at pleasing her, that she was his, that she could belong to no other man the way she did to him. He didn’t care if Johnny fucked her; let him show all he could do, how little it was compared to the Spider. But he wanted her now.

Peter embraced her from behind, his hands on her hips like a dance, pulling Felicia to him and his erect cock. He kissed her neck, bit it, and Felicia moaned into Johnny’s mouth, not used to such rough playing from him. She reached behind herself, to him, running her hands along his flanks in encouragement. As both Peter and Johnny kissed her, she shuddered and moaned and pushed her ass back at Spider-Man, giving him the comforting feeling that she knew which side her bread was buttered on. That she loved the side her bread was buttered on.

Felicia could feel every solid inch of Peter’s cock, stuffed vertically between her cheeks, feel it thrumming with power, with need. No one needed her like Peter did. The sensation was dazzling. Every time he was with her, it was like she’d never been fucked before.

She actually whimpered, taunting Johnny with her own arousal as she wiggled her hot ass on Peter’s cock. “Please,” she gasped loudly into Johnny’s ear, almost sobbing with passion. “Please tell your friend to fuck me…”

Peter picked her up, arms around her waist, and carried her to the bedroom, Felicia squealing, kicking her legs in glee. He threw himself down on the bed with her, both of them on their sides, and his gloved hands shot up to her tits and grasped them tightly. Felicia moaned, her pretty mouth going slack—she laughed a little as Johnny ran to catch up, tripping over himself to join them on the bed.

Peter pressed his cockhead against her little asshole and bucked his hips in a little dance until he pushed into her. Her resistance ebbed, ebbed, and then was gone, his cock inside her, in her ass. He buried it all the way to his balls, the symbiote already having lubricated him—twisting himself inside her, rotating his pelvis and grinding his cock around inside her sensitive anus. Felicia moaned as she felt him fill her, then fill her more.

She felt the bed move, then felt something else as Johnny laid down facing her. Felicia caught her breath as she realized what was happening.

Johnny gripped his throbbing cock and rubbed the end of it up and down along Felicia’s slit. Her stiff little clit seemed to pull his cockhead to it, and Felicia moaned passionately as they touched. Johnny lowered his head, attached his mouth to hers, his tongue frantically meeting hers. His cockhead was entering her labia, and he ate her moans as he kissed her.

“Mmmm!” Felicia gasped through the wet kiss. Her senses whirled as the realization of what was happening penetrated her lust. A huge, stiff cock was wedged up her ass and another was inching into her pussy.

“Mmmmmmmm!” She choked as Johnny’s enormous erection entered her wetness, the passage beyond where she swore she could already feel Peter’s heat. She gasped and tangled her hands in her hair as Johnny’s prick forced her cunt open the way Peter’s was prying her asshole apart. And that’s how Felicia felt: completely, totally open. Even her mouth opened for Johnny’s fuck of a kiss.

If it weren’t for Johnny’s hot tongue filling her mouth, she would have shrieked when both men started fucking her holes. Peter chuckled in her ear, feeling her shudder with every stroke into her. And Johnny kissed her even harder as he began a dizzying motion in her twisting, sucking cunt.

“Unh! Unh!” Felicia gasped as Johnny released her mouth, moving down to push Peter’s hands aside and suckle at her sweaty breasts. Peter hooked a finger in her mouth and pulled her face to his, but he could only catch her cheek, her ear, not her lips. “I’m such a dirty girl! Such a bad kitty, letting two men fuck me! Not even waiting for one of you to finish before I let the other one fuck me too! Do you like what a dirty girl I am, Spider? Do you like fucking my naughty ass, knowing my pussy’s being naughty too?”

Peter slapped his hand onto her ass, squeezing it and not gently. “I like fucking your ass no matter what,” he husked in her ear, kissing the lobe. “But it is nice knowing Johnny’s keeping that tight pussy warm for me.”

Felicia laughed and went to pieces between the two superheroes. Her tits firmed, seemed to jut needfully into Peter’s playful hands and Johnny’s sucking mouth. Her clit stung. Her asshole was on fire and her pussy wanted to suck the cum right out of Johnny’s balls.

“Better spank me after you’re done fucking me, Spider! Better teach me a lesson or I’ll just become an even bigger slut! You’re making it feel too good to be a slut, Spider, you’re making me enjoy it too much!”

She pulled her body back each time Johnny’s monstrous cock slid down her pussy, making her asshole push onto Peter’s dick. When she pulled her ass as Peter withdrew his member, her hot cunt slipped right onto Johnny’s spearing manhood. Back and forth, forth and back. In just a few moments she was fucking hotly to the rhythm of the two cocks inside her, moaning hotly and sucking the hell out of Johnny’s tongue in another kiss, letting him know how his cock would be treated if he ever put it within reach of her mouth.

Johnny couldn’t help himself. “Yeah, take it, Felicia, take it!” he cried as he crammed himself into Felicia’s pussy, his grip tight on Felicia’s thigh. “You dirty whore, take my dick like you love it!”

Felicia blinked a moment. “What did you call me?”

“A… a… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that—“

“No, no, I’m totally a dirty whore, I just didn’t know we were on a first-name basis.”

Her asshole contracted and released at a forced pace as Peter’s cock fucked in and out of her. Her sex tightened masterfully on Johnny’s ramming prick. The two men filled her asshole and cunt beautifully, and it wasn’t long before she could no longer be an equal partner in the fucking she was getting.

The men felt her burning body go lax, felt her soften and surrender to their rutting cocks.

Peter licked the tip of her tongue into her ear and gave encouragement. “That’s it, Cat,” he whispered hotly, balls-deep in her tight asshole. “Let yourself go. Doesn’t it feel good? Mmmmmm, so good. Fuck all you want. Screw your tight little cunt on Johnny’s cock. Take my dick up your ass. God, your tits are so hot…”

She drew a long, hot breath through her nose and suddenly twisted her mouth away from Johnny’s, gasping loudly. “God, Spider, I’ve always wanted two of you—“

Her head wrenched back and she panted for breath. Her tits thrust wildly into Peter’s mauling hands. Her pussy fucked harder on Johnny’s prick and her asshole clenched like a fist on Peter.

“I’m coming so much!” she whimpered with eyes closed and mouth slack. “Ohhh, what’re you doing to me? My pussy’s on fire! I’m gonna cum again!”

Her body jerked violently, and the men gave the reply her tightening holes demanded, fucking faster into her. Felicia went out of her mind with an amazing orgasm that left her shivering and shaking between them. She gasped and moaned and couldn’t stop fucking herself on her own double impalement.

Her satisfyingly unsatisfied groans turned to shrieks of pleasure as they fucked her too, relentlessly. Peter’s cock felt divine as he fucked into her in rhythm with Johnny, not too big for her little asshole but just the right size. She choked in agony and joy every time the two cocks seemed to meet inside her clenched body.

Johnny and Peter knew from Felicia’s experienced flesh, her shouted exhortations, just what to do with her. Grinning at one another, they fucked harder and faster into Felicia from both sides. Their cocks dueled in her twisting, heaving belly, driving her crazy with ecstasy for more and more of this joy. Felicia had never before known such sheer, unadulterated pleasure. She went wild, again and again, constantly.

“Oh God!” Felicia screamed, coming wetly. “Oh-oh-hhhhh!”

Her head rocked back and forth crazily as her body tightened up, sucking instinctively on two of the biggest pricks she’d ever fucked.

“Oh, I can’t believe it!” she sighed hotly. Who knew double-penetration could be so good? She’d have to get Selina a strap-on before she got her Peter…

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pink tongue lashed wildly at her lisp as she was fucked and fucked. The huge cocks went in and out faster, driving her mad with the delicious tightness stretched to the breaking point at her core. As they ravished her on all sides, she lost all sense of her body. Her juices flowed wetly from her in endless ejaculation and she could have sworn that she was just one giant hole, and Peter one great phallus, filling her with his will even more than his flesh.

“Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!” she gasped, rutting her ass and cunt viciously now. “I… I… ‘m coming again! Ohhhh, shit, my pussy’s coming so much! Give it to me! Make me feel it, make me feel you coming in me, do it! Give me your cum! Ohhhh, I’m cummmiinngggg!”

Felicia’s excited gasps and wild moans were practically drowned out by the grunts coming from Peter and Johnny. They weren’t fooling around with her now. Their erections were raging, mad things, fucking violently into Felicia for all they were worth.

Neither man could think of Felicia’s welfare now; she’d proven she could take the punishment. Under those circumstances, they fucked with a vengeance. Peter’s balls slammed against Felicia’s ass. Johnny’s crashed into her soaked taint. Their rigid shafts fucked deeply into her shivering body, almost shaking it apart.

Bulging cockheads clashed deep within her. Both men buried their pricks so far in her that Felicia almost passed out. Grunting and groaning like two hurt animals, the men came at the same time. Both cockheads seemed to catch fire inside Felicia, then all hell broke loose as torrents of boiling cum poured into her.

“Fuuuuck!” Felicia squealed. The cocks gushed wildly, rapidly, making her come again herself. The more they spurted into her, the hornier she felt, until she was just a mass of needful flesh between them. She came and came on their cocks, their ejaculations, and all she could think was Peter’s name as she shuddered violently with yet another wet orgasm.

I think I’m in love.

The male heroes’ grunts and groans slowly subsided. They held their pricks in Felicia’s well-opened holes and got off the last of their hot cum, leaving Felicia shuddering and twitching and jerking spasmodically between them.

Slowly, so as not to exacerbate any harm they’d caused, they eased their limp cocks out of her. They’d let her whimper and moan and be fucked for as long as she could. Now Felicia uttered a long, mournful moan as she was filled with nothing at all. Then, as one, Peter and Johnny rolled on their backs to recover.

“Oh shit,” Felicia gasped. “When can you two go again?”

Johnny Storm will return in The Cobalt Sphericity