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Peter wasn’t too sure what had gone on with Cindy. She seemed like a nice girl and God knew he was a hot-blooded man, but casual sex like that just wasn’t something he did. He wasn’t James Bond. He didn’t go to bed with girls five minutes after meeting them!

Then again, these were hardly normal circumstances. Alternate dimensions were merging, reality overlaying other reality to make a brand-new picture from all the old components. It was inevitable that emotions would run high and things would… happen.

But he really had to focus on making sure the transition didn’t fry anything. Already, plenty of supervillains had arrived in the new world without proper adult supervision. Peter was one of all too few trying to contain the havoc. He didn’t like to think of how many other superheroes might’ve been ‘reincarnated’ with nice, normal lives… afraid he might get envious.

He was speeding away from his last intercession when he spotted the woman. Something about her caught his eye. Well, he said ‘something’—really it was everything. Her cloud-white hair, her absolutely decadent figure, the sexual cant to her hips that would make a pin-up magazine sell out even if she were wearing a burqa on the cover, and the fact that her attention seemed very focused on him.

Peter knew he was wearing a bright red and bright blue outfit, and swinging on whips of webbing he shot out of his wrists, but the woman didn’t seem to be interested in any of that. She seemed to be interested in what Cindy had been interested in. And here Peter was, focusing on her too.

So he saw as she leaned back against the sky bridge’s railing, rubbing her groin lightly through her dress.

***

Felicia didn’t quite mean it as a come-on. Seeing Peter again reminded her of her ‘goodbye’ to him. She relived how hard his prick had been, how it had tasted, and all the cum he had put down her throat.

Spider-Man landed on the railing of the sky bridge. The two of them were alone. With the city in crisis, everyone else seemed to know better than to want to move between two skyscrapers at thirty stories above ground floor.

Peter seemed flustered, which was something he hadn’t been with Felicia for a long time. But she didn’t mind. One of them had to land here without the experience, be the first. And it just wouldn’t be as much fun if Peter were domming her.

“Hey Peter,” she cooed to him with a light giggle.

“Huh? Who’s Peter? I don’t know any peters…”

“Please, Spider, you don’t even disguise your voice that much. If someone cut a hole over your mouth, you’d have no secret identity at all. I’m Felicia and I plan on us getting to know each other much better than just being on a first-name basis…”

She let her knees open for the Spider-guy. The mask made his eyes huge already, but his face had to match the lenses now, the way she felt his stare on herself.

Felicia wasn’t wearing panties. She was showing him the curls of her pubic thatch and just like that, he was showing her what a bulge his cock made in spandex.

Felicia ran her tongue over her lips, then patted the railing she was leaning on right beside herself. “Come on and have a seat… for starters,” she offered.

Peter came over to lean where she was leaning. “I don’t suppose you’re some kind of mutant or mutate or Inhuman or Eternal.”

“I’m lucky—there is that.”

“Yeah, since the day you hit puberty,” Peter quipped. “So would you mind helping me with all the, uh… Hell on Earth?”

Felicia smiled, amused. She knew Peter was excited about the prospect of fucking her, but he tried so hard not to show it. It was adorable.

“I’d be happy to help. In a little while. For now, you need a break.”

“I can keep it up… keep going… just fine!”

Felicia turned her knees toward him, letting him see again. She felt hot showing him and she didn’t pretend it was all his eyes on her.

“I know you, Spider. You like to push yourself. It can be very charming, but not when you work yourself to death. So you take a breather and when you’ve de-stressed one iota from your usual nervous breakdown, then I’ll help you out.”

“You don’t have on any,” he sputtered.

“Panties?” Felicia supplied. “No, I haven’t.”

She heard Peter gulp.

“Remember taking them off me?” she asked softly.

“I wouldn’t forget a thing like that,” he replied, choking a little.

“That’s okay,” Felicia muttered. “I still want to fuck you.”

Peter wasn’t able to answer. Felicia’s legs were open wide now, letting his eyes in between them… letting his whole body between them, if he wanted. It seemed obvious Felicia wanted…

He saw not just the manicured white hairs of her thatch, but also the pink wetness underneath. It left him too excited to conceal his growing erection. The bulge strained along his thigh.

“It doesn’t look like we have time to get anywhere else before that goes off,” Felicia whispered, sliding her skirt down her legs. “So let’s do it here.”

Peter swallowed loudly and looked around. There were only a few shadows in the windows of the buildings facing them, too far away to see them or what they were doing.

Felicia stared at his cock. “Spider, baby,” she mewled, “you’re going to rip your costume if you don’t let that thing out.”

Peter looked around nervously again. “Here?”

“No one is around to see,” Felicia told him. “And even if they were, who cares? You’re wearing a mask. Keep it on. Just put me on too. I’d love to have you fuck me right out in the sunshine, Spider.”

Peter hesitated, still looking around. He wanted to fuck her but they were still so exposed. It made him feel like maybe he should investigate this reluctance… think a little while about what the hold-up was when he really wanted to fuck this woman but he wasn’t.

Was it loyalty to Cindy? That didn’t seem likely—he barely knew her better than Felicia. Was he just being neurotic? That was possible; he didn’t think it was possible to be neurotic about fucking out in the open, though. That seemed more like… common sense.

“Couldn’t we, you know, go someplace, find somewhere we have some…”

Felicia stopped leaning against the railing. Standing beside him… and she was as statuesque as she was voluptuous… she dropped her hand into his lap. Peter jumped. His cock lunged. She pressed down on its throbbing stiffness, cooing softly. Her other hand took his wrist and shoved it between her legs.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

Peter very nearly stopped breathing when his fingers first touched the wet heat of her sex. His prick lurched, making Felicia hum in delight at the reaction she’d gotten from him. She squeezed him hard through his pants.

“I’m going to take your dick out now, Spider,” she whispered, drawing his waistband down his loins. “Because I’m not going to let you keep that big, beautiful cock to yourself any longer… don’t you know how many women need to be dicked by a beast like that?”

She lifted his prick up over his downed pants, feeling the throbbing with which it sprung up and prodded the air. Felicia ran her thumb over the knob, feeling his glans slippery with precum. She wanted to suck it all down her throat, but she restrained herself. Instead pumping on it a while, her fingers tightly wrapped around his shaft. And Peter held her sopping wet cunt, barely moving his fingers, as if afraid of what he might do with all his control stolen away by Felicia.

His prick jutted up from his pants, seeking out Felicia’s hand. The knob, swollen and dripping, glistened in the sunlight. Felicia squeezed it hard, clenching hand massaging every inch of his length as she drew her fingers over it, until yet another bead of precum seeped from his glans.

The cat burglar couldn’t resist the prospect of tasting Peter so freshly. She dropped to her knees and closed her lips around his cock. Her hot tongue lashed out, battering his erection within the cage of her mouth. She had him on the brim of coming before she let up, rolling her tongue around in her vacant mouth to recall the thrilling heat of sealing him up in her stuffed lips.

“Tastes as good as I remember,” she whispered. “Hope the portions are as big as ever.”

She pushed the surprised Peter backwards onto the railing, then straddled his lap—holding his cock to be sure she settled onto it. Felicia trilled in pleasure with the swollen cockhead opening her up. Peter sucked in a long, needy breath, his eyes wide. Felicia didn’t stop until she had the full length of his endowment inside her, sitting down on his hairy, bloated balls like they were her own.

She didn’t move, but let him throb away inside her, the folds of her cunt roiling softly around his erection—the two of them fucking each other without fucking. The raised texture of his costume felt good on her bare skin. She began to roll her body against his, feeling the webbing that marked his costume rake against her flesh, and the answering pulses of arousal deep inside her, where his cock was buried.

“How do you like our second first time, Spider?” she keened to him, her voice already breathy with arousal. “Do you like how my cunt feels around your cock?”

“Unnhh!” was all Peter could reply.

“It feels good in my cunt,” Felicia continued, drawing herself upward a ways off Peter’s lap—there was still plenty of him inside her. “It feels so big and hard and it makes me so wet…”

She felt Peter shaking underneath. He’d forgotten all about the people in the windows at either side of the sky bridge. He’d forgotten everything but how hard his cock was throbbing.

Felicia hoped he wouldn’t come already, but then, this was their second first time. It’d be a little nice to know just how hard she could get at him, before he got the experience to match her.

But an orgasm would probably be even nicer.

Her hips pumped up and down. She took Peter’s hands and pulled them onto her creamy thighs, showing him how to slide his palms along her legs and massage her intimately, even as her pussy rode up and down on his prick, nothing covering them but the sunshine.

“You can feel me,” she husked, getting off herself on the words. “You can feel all of me you want. Don’t be shy, Spider. Give me more of your hot prick. My cunt just loves it—every last inch!”

She leaned forward like she was giving him a lap dance, bracing her hands on the ground. Her feet held the rest of her weight, letting her bounce her ass up and down, riding her cunt on his throbbing manhood. Peter gasped and grunted, unable to help moving his hips with her bounding body.

“Oh, that’s the way, Spider!” Felicia trilled joyously. “Pump it into me! Fuck me like I’m fucking you! I want us both fucked!”

Wet sounds flew from the meeting of their bodies. Whimpers of delight emerged from Felicia’s drooling mouth. Peter groaned himself, eyes squinted as he tried to withstand the onslaught of pleasure he was getting from delving into Felicia’s receptive body. It was impossible for him to stop the rutting he was giving her—he could only try to withstand it for as long as possible.

As long as it took to come.

“There!” Felicia keened, ramming herself down on his cock knowing that his thrust would drive her away for another uniting clash. “That’s why I’m your woman! Because I’m the only one you can fuck like a bitch and still have coming back for more!”