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Spider Cat Redhead 9
🕑 Added 2020-10-22 00:59:59 +0000 UTC
It happened in something of a blur. Peter remembered joining the Avengers taking longer—he had to listen to a lecture from Cap and get his biometrics scanned (ALL his biometrics) and then at the end he had to play a drinking game with Thor and Tony.
Getting married happened a lot faster. MJ already had a marriage license; technically, they were both supposed to be present for that, but MJ had charmed the county clerk into handing it over, which made Peter worry what she could do if she decided to use her powers for evil.
He had forgotten his driver’s license—it wasn’t like he drove—but Felicia had snagged it for him. Either that, or she had a forgery of his driver’s license lying around.
“What about witnesses?” he asked. “Felicia, you’re one, but we need two—“
“I called someone,” Felicia assured him. “A mutual friend.”
“HEY, PUNY PARKER!”
Peter shut his eyes. “No way…”
“What’s wrong?” Mary Jane asked, looking sleek in a white gown she must’ve been holding onto forever. “I thought you two buried the hatchet.”
“We did, it’s just—“
Flash Thompson stayed at the end of the courthouse, hands raised in the air. “FINALLY TYING THE KNOT, TAKING THIS ONE OFF THE MARKET, AND NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON! I DIDN’T SEE THE SEVEN-YEAR ENGAGEMENT, BUT IT MUST’VE BEEN ABOUT YOU TWO!”
Peter talked fast. “Well, after the Green Goblin put him in a coma, he woke up with amnesia and thought he still hated me.”
“Yeah, I was there for that,” Mary Jane said. “Didn’t he get better?”
“Yeah, but then he lost his legs in Iraq, which—”
“He has his legs,” Felicia said.
“What, really?” Peter turned around.
Flash had legs.
“Flash, you look good!” Peter said. “Put on some weight, I notice…”
“Yeah, the legs? Don’t worry about it, we’re fine.”
“’We’?”
“Alright, who wants to get married?” the magistrate asked, coming out of his office.
Peter, Mary Jane, and Flash raised their hands.
They looked at Flash. “I thought he meant rhetorically—I mean, you know, some day—“
The rest went by even faster. They filled out some paperwork, paid some fees that Peter found shockingly expensive, and signed some papers. Then it was all over but the kissing.
“So hey,” Flash said to Felicia, “in the mood for an afterparty? We know a great place down south…”
“Actually, I’m going with them,” Felicia said, nodding to the Parkers. Peter was still taking advantage of his permission to kiss the bride.
“Your ex-boyfriend?” Flask asked.
“Yeah.”
“And his new wife.”
“Uh-huh.”
“They’re going on their honeymoon.”
“That’s correct.”
“What are you going to do on their honeymoon?”
“I’m their witness,” Felicia said. “I take my job very seriously.”
***
This proved it. Peter, Felicia, Mary Jane, Spider-Man, they were all lying. The photos proved it. Darcy had looked through them all and the timestamps clearly showed Peter was with Felicia before that rendezvous with the interview. So had that been staged for her benefit? Why? Why the fuck? What were they trying to convince her of?
Using her tablet, Darcy scrolled to the next picture. Peter was rubbing his prick against Felicia’s ass. Darcy could almost feel it on her own skin. She moved her hands up her body, caressing her warm breasts. They were suddenly swollen, aching. Her bra was too tight. Darcy unbuttoned her blouse and slipped a hand back to unhook her bra, which she then pulled loose. But she only ran one hand over a hard nipple, using her other to go to the next picture. It was of Peter fucking the cat burglar from behind. Darcy could actually see his fat cock deep in her white-haired pussy. The insides of her own thighs burned with a fiery itch.
It didn’t make any sense. She’d had a pretty great fuck with Mary Jane, yet not her sex felt like it hadn’t been touched in ages. She tugged her skirt up her legs and put her other hand between her thighs, sighing as she ran her fingers over her wet slit.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Just something about a big dick… don’t know why you had to make a big production of getting into Peter’s pants, but whatever the reason, had to be worth it…”
Darcy slid two fingers into her cunt, working them in and out. Immediately her sex was churning with juicy arousal. She forced another finger inside herself, rushing them in and out, making them sopping wet with her cream. She brought her hand to her clit and touched herself there.
“So fucking good,” Darcy moaned. “Shit, Felicia, you’d better know how lucky you are… having a big cock to get you off instead of having to do it yourself…”
She kept paging through the pictures and rubbing her breasts with the same hand. They were all of Peter and Felicia fucking each other. It was the most vividly real pornography—if it could be called that—Darcy had ever seen. Their passion for each other, and pleasure in each other, was obvious in every picture they’d taken. Darcy had never expected to see anything like this, especially with a nerd like Parker in the middle of it. But then, he was pretty built for a geek.
Darcy found the last pictures. She put it away, leaning back, closing her eyes. Her fingers worked at her cunt fervently. She kept imagining getting fucked by Mary Jane, by Peter. And somehow Felicia was in the bed with them and she was watching Felicia get fucked, feeling Felicia’s soft body against hers…
Darcy sat bolt upright, spilling the tablet from her thigh. If Peter was fucking Felicia, who the fuck was taking the pictures?
***
Felicia drove, Peter and Mary Jane in the backseat. She’d tackled Peter onto the cushions, and laid on top of him as he lazily massaged her, not wanting to give Felicia too much of a distraction.
“I can’t believe it,” Mary Jane moaned, “I finally get married and I have to jet off to England to shoot a movie for weeks. I barely get a honeymoon—“
“The Parker luck,” Peter told her. “Now that you’re part of the family, you have to get used to it.”
MJ kissed his chin. “Tell me to stay. I will blow it off, I’ll stay right here with you and play wifey, I don’t care—“
“No, you’ve gotta go. You said it yourself, it’s the be-all and end-all of opportunities. You supported me joining the Avengers, remember? That took me away from home a lot.”
“I got to move in with you,” Mary Jane pointed out. “It’s not the same.”
“Yeah, well, once me and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes got zapped into a time warp for a year. It was only three hours on the outside, but inside—“
“Wait.” Felicia took her eyes off the road. “You didn’t fuck anyone for a year? Is this a sore subject?”
“I stayed faithful. Yeah, it got lonely--”
Felicia briefly looked at the road again to avert a collision. “Was Spider-Woman there? You should’ve fucked her.”
“MJ and I were—“
“No, you definitely should’ve,” Mary Jane agreed.
***
At the end of it all, they just collapsed into bed. Peter didn’t feel the need to undress Mary Jane, be all over her. More and more, he just wanted to be in this moment, to let it arrive, mark its passage, watch it go, knowing there’d be another like it, and another, and another. He wondered what to call that feeling. Happiness? Contentment?
“We are going to have a real wedding though,” he promised them. “I have some blackmail material on Tony, we’ll get a big church and a cute flower girl—one of those big wedding cakes.”
“After I get back from the shoot,” Mary Jane agreed.
“Which is when we move MJ in with us,” Felicia added, elbowing Peter. “And then, when we’re officially married—in-front-of-Aunt-May-married—and we’re all living together, we talk to Peter about pegging.”
“What’s pegging?” Peter asked.
Mary Jane patted him on the stomach. “Let it be a surprise.”
“Dibs on being the maid of honor,” Felicia said. “And organizing the official bachelor party. I’m thinking—gouts of flame—shooting into the air—“
“An outdoor bachelor party?” Peter asked.
“No, it’ll be indoors. Just slightly on fire.” Felicia jumped up from the bed. “Well, it’s your wedding night—technically—“
“Legally,” Peter corrected.
“So I am going to leave you two lovebirds alone.” Felicia went to the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
“Felicia, you can stay,” Mary Jane offered.
“No, no—this isn’t always about the three of us. Sometimes it’s about me and you, or me and Peter, or the two of you. That’s fine. That’s healthy. In the long run, we’ll always end up together—some way. Besides, my pussy’s sore and you two are just going to talk a bunch of lovey-dovey shit anyway.”
The door shut behind her.
“She has a way with words,” Mary Jane said.
“Yeah.” Peter looked at the wedding band on his finger. “Feels like it’s about time, doesn’t it? Like we should’ve had these a long time ago.”
“We have them now. And we have Felicia, so it all worked out alright in the end. I do—kinda wish it had happened for us sooner.”
Peter kissed her hand.
Mary Jane went on. “Because it feels a little like I cheated on you? I know we were broken up, we were both cool with breaking up, but I wanted what we had back and I kept looking for it with other men, while you—you just mooned over me. That’s kinda romantic, when you think about it. Very Nicholas Sparks.”
“First off, ‘kinda romantic’ and ‘very Nicholas Sparks’ is a contradiction in terms.” Peter pulled her close. “Second, I don’t care if you had sex with half the Toronto Maple Leafs. You’re with me now, that’s what I care about. Whatever you did without me, I have no right to judge.”
“It was a lot of guys, though,” Mary Jane said. “Like, to use your Maple Leafs example—it wouldn’t have been half the Maple Leafs.”
“What, three-fourths?”
“No.”
“Five-sixths?”
“No.”
“All of them?”
“Not all of them, I’m not some slut—I wouldn’t do the unattractive ones, not unless they had great personalities.”
“But they’re all attractive,” Peter argued.
“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m doing them. But if one of them was mean to dogs or didn’t tip his waiter, I wouldn’t fuck them.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense. So, metaphorically, you’ve fucked most of the Toronto Maple Leafs.”
“Yeah.” Mary Jane nodded. “But none of them were as good as you, though.”
“That comes off a little patronizing.”
“Well, God, Peter, I’m telling you you’re a better fuck than most of a hockey team, what more do you want from me?”
“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. It’s very flattering. But, you should know, I wasn’t some nun or something. I got busy.”
Mary Jane twisted on top of him, resting her chin on his sternum. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. There were plenty of women.”
“Don’t say Carlie Cooper—“
“Not just Carlie Cooper! Like—let’s see—the Chameleon pretended to be me and kissed my roommate, so then when I came back, we were dating for a while.”
“Uh-huh,” Mary Jane nodded blankly.
“And when Dr. Octopus was in my body, he dated a midget.”
“Oh. Is that the politically correct term?”
“I don’t even know. What else—uhh—geez… I know there was someone else.”
“Carlie Cooper?”
“Not Carlie Cooper—“
“You didn’t…” Mary Jane paused. “You didn’t date one of Gwen’s clones, did you?”
“No!”
“Or her artificially aged daughter?”
“No, c’mon, MJ—“
“See, now I feel bad.” Mary Jane sat up. “It’s like The Odyssey. You’re Penelope, being faithful, repelling suitors, meanwhile I’m Ulysses, sailing around, railing everyone…”
“Alright, points for the mythology reference, but I don’t see—“
“It’s my wedding night and I fucked Darcy Lewis!” She thudded her head into Peter’s shoulder. “God, I can’t believe I said that. I didn’t mean to lay this on you tonight…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Distracting Darcy—in the club? I was all worked up with the booze and you and Felicia and the dancing, and I had to distract her, I just meant to, you know, fool around a little bit, but she was so hot—“
“She is really hot.”
“I just… I mean, stuff happened. I just asked to marry you and stuff happened.”
“MJ, it’s fine. We’re fine. I’m not jealous. We never said anything about being in an exclusive relationship. We’re—we’re regularly having threesomes with Felicia Hardy. We’re not going to be some old-fashioned couple, you know?”
Mary Jane wiped a tear away. “But you want—you don’t want—to be in some sort of open relationship?”
“I don’t know. Usually I research these things more—I know I want you to be happy, I want Felicia to be happy. I don’t really care who it is that makes you happy. You wouldn’t get jealous if Felicia went off and schtupped someone else, would you?”
“She doesn’t want to. I don’t want to. We love you, Peter. It’s just that sometimes…”
Peter pulled her into his lap. “MJ, listen: we’re adrenaline junkies. We all lead these high-speed lifestyles, running around… ninety-nine percent of the time, I don’t want to be with anyone else. But maybe, when that one percent comes around; what does it prove for us to resist temptation?”
“So—“ Mary Jane paused, as if asking Peter to intercede, stop her from saying what she would say, “open relationship?”
“Same deal we have with Felicia.”
“If the urge strikes…”
“Which it usually doesn’t…”
“And we’re open and honest about it…”
“And no one gets hurt…”
“Because it kinda turns me on,” Mary Jane closed her eyes, wincing, “thinking about you with some other woman. Like when I saw you with Felicia?”
“Yeah?” Peter rested his hand on her leg. It felt warm.
“Does it turn you on—thinking of me and Darcy?”
“A bit… maybe you could tell me a little more about it?”
“Maybe you could do something we haven’t done before?”
“Such as?”
Mary Jane crawled off him, arms and legs, until she was facing away from him, her ass in the air. “It’s my wedding night—I should lose some kind of virginity.”
“I think Felicia left some lube around here somewhere.”
“Top drawer!” Felicia said outside the door.
Mary Jane shook her head. “Such a voyeur.”
“Look who’s talking, Red! Pretend I’m not even here!”
“You don’t wanna watch?” Peter called. He had the K-Y.
“It’s hotter just listening.”
Peter had Mary Jane’s dress unzipped; in a moment, she was in her lingerie. Stockings, but no panties. He laved her asshole, his cock with the lube. Mary Jane moaned as he fingered her asshole, loosening up the tight ring.
“I still feel really guilty over—ooh!—all the other guys I dated while you were playing Batman.”
“I did it with Felicia.”
“It was great!” Felicia said through the closed door.
Mary Jane was adamant. “It would just make me feel better if, while I was gone, I knew that you were having your needs satisfied. And, you know, that the scores were evened a little. Put it in me, tiger, your finger’s really got me craving it.”
Peter knelt behind her wiggling ass, grabbed her hips, shoved himself forward until his cockhead was at her asshole. “I have Felicia. Have you seen her? What more could a guy want?”
“Well, that’s a little racist.” Mary Jane groaned as she felt his tip being forced into her tight hole. “I mean, we’re both white, so in some total male harem fantasy, shouldn’t you have, like, a black girl and an Asian girl and stuff? All things being equal?” Peter’s knob jabbed past her opening, fucking into her a few easy inches. Another moan worked its way between MJ’s lips.
“You want me to mess around on you? With minorities?” Peter worked himself a little deeper into Mary Jane.
“Not minorities specifically!” Mary Jane strained, her elbows on the bed, her forearms swung backward to rub at her hanging breasts. “There are a lot of girls who’d love to take you to bed—just—give ‘em what they want!” Keeping one hand at her cleavage, Mary Jane reached down to her groin and gave her turgid clit the sweet relief of pressure.
Peter moaned as Mary Jane pumped her hips with the shallow fucking of his cock into her ass. “What if I just want you? And Felicia?” He sped up slightly. “Your tight ass…”
“That’s really sweet!” Mary Jane cried, her hips keeping pace with him, her fingers digging deeper into her breast. “But like I said, I like the thought of you fucking around on me! It would make me feel a lot better!” She felt her orgasm close by, ready to leap into her, and rubbed her clit faster.
“I suppose—if it’s okay with Felicia—“ Peter quickened, Mary Jane’s ass now easily taking his speeding cock.
“I love the idea!” Felicia moaned outside, clearly masturbating.
Mary Jane’s cunt and asshole were both contracting. “Faster, Peter! Ream the hell out of me!”
Peter felt the hard slap of her asscheeks against his belly, Mary Jane matching his speed. He grunted heavily. “I’m gonna come!”
“Yes, let me have it, hubby!” MJ screamed, yanking at her breast, rubbing her engorged clit. “I’m gonna set you up with some friends of mine—girls I know can take of you!”
“Then I’ll fuck ‘em!” Peter agreed, his cock jerking. “Just—like—!” White-jot cum exploded from him, spilling out into Mary Jane. He had no control of his body—it was all locked together to deliver his orgasm. His prick was sealed inside Mary Jane’s ass, soft, hot, clutching flesh all around it. He spurted again—“Ah!”—and again—“Yes!”
Peter laughed with desperate relief as he fired off jets of his cum deep inside MJ, the redhead jerking and moaning with each gush she took. Her whole body throbbed, pulling his seed into her, drawing it away from him.
“Just like that, just like that,” MJ cried, squirming. “Make them cum just like that…” She screamed like a wounded animal as he drove himself into the tightest part of her ass for the finish.
“Yes, dear,” Peter grunted, feeling like he had a gallon of jizz to pump into his bride, hugging himself to the girl until his orgasm tapered and finished. He sank, crippled, atop her soft body, relishing the feel of his shaft cradled in her tight hole, bathed in his own seed.
Then he pulled out of her, off her, and laid back on the pillows. Mary Jane found just enough energy to throw herself atop his chest, like a drowning woman onto a piece of driftwood. She felt him still oozing inside her ass.
“Hey Cat,” Peter called. “Dinner is served.”
The door opened. Felicia had taken the opportunity to undress. Her wide eyes looked from Peter’s slimy cock to Mary Jane’s opened ass. “I don’t know where to start—everything looks so good…”
In the air vent, Ana watched as she had watched Peter sodomize his wife, listened as she had listened to the wailing cry from the redhead that she felt certain had to be of terrible agony. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought everyone in the building could hear it. She pressed her fists to her breasts as if that could dull the thudding sound she heard.
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