Crime and Punishment (Patreon)

Mary Jane pressed herself tight to Peter’s costume as they flew through the air, weightless and yet moving with irresistible heft. Cool air whistled by, stroking her hair like a restless lover, but she felt warm. Not just excited by joining Peter on his webswinging, but heated by the feel of his feverish body pulled close to hers, holding her tight with only one powerful arm.

Besides which, she’d worn a jacket.

Suddenly, the smooth motion of their odyssey shifted. Peter was still poetry in motion, but a purpose had entered the bracingly aimless speed of his fluidity. Now they plummeted, Peter’s tight grip on a webline carefully corralling their momentum. It was like riding a roller coaster, only they came to a stop no amusement park ride could’ve gone through with—landing flat on their feet on top of a twenty-story building.

Mary Jane immediately saw what had drawn Peter’s attention away from their romantic escapade. Someone was bent over at the air duct that led into the building’s ventilation system. And while MJ couldn’t say she’d ever paid enough attention to recognize that ass on sight—darling as it was—she did know who wore skintight leather pants and black boots with white fur trim.

“Looks like Felicia’s up to her old tricks,” Peter whispered, his voice so low that there was no way Felicia could overhear as she carefully crept forward—no doubt checking for security systems before she committed to venturing on. “Think we should let her have this one and get on with our date?”

“No, the least we can do is put a scare in her. She should know better than taking things that don’t belong to her. How about you web her where she is, just for a moment?”

“You’re the boss,” Peter said, and thwapped out enough webs to hold Felicia to the surrounding ductwork at the waist. “Sorry, Cat,” he continued, loud enough to be heard. “You know my policy on redistributing wealth.”

Felicia purred fitfully in the echoing confines of the ductwork. With her top half stuffed in the vent and her bottom half stuck out of it, she had no way to look back and see that Mary Jane was overseeing her punishment.

“Looks like you’ve got me, Spider. But are you going to have me?” And Felicia wiggled her ass in her imprisonment as best she could, the round flesh of it quivering gently inside the tight vinyl.

It was clear there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, despite her ass having the fullness of a Thanksgiving ham. It was all toned muscle, filling out her catsuit and curving supplely from the backs of her equally muscular thighs to the narrowing sweep of her waist. Her ass was so tight, yet so brazenly voluptuous, that it seemed to cry out to be used as an erogenous zone. Both of them could see the outline of her panties against the tight black material—at least, the waistband of it. Not the thong that arched between her two thick mounds.

It was a lot for Mary Jane to hit—a plump, juicy target like a punching bag. Mary Jane struck it with the palm of her hand.

“Ooh!” Felicia squealed, delight evident in her voice. “I guess I have been a bad girl… but definitely worse than one spank…”

Mary Jane slapped her again. It pissed her off that Felicia would use absolutely anything as an excuse to flirt with her husband. Pissed her off too that Peter excused it all as Felicia being Felicia.

Mary Jane could tell he was giving her an apologetic look through his mask, but she could also tell that the bulge at his crotch wasn’t his usual slumbering manhood. He was turned on by this. And Mary Jane wanted to know if this was a game Peter and Felicia had played before or if Felicia was just being Felicia once more.

She clapped her open palm to Felicia’s ass again. The fabric, stretched taut already to show off every inch of Felicia’s sloping buttocks, ripped as it tried to contain the jostling flesh Mary Jane’s blow set in motion. Through the rift in the leather, Mary Jane saw bare skin. As she’d suspected, either Felicia was wearing the skimpiest panties known to man or nothing at all.

“Hey!” Felicia gasped. “You know, there are easier ways to get me out of my suit… I have to wear that home, after all.”

Mary Jane’s cunt pulsed inside her slacks. Her clit felt like a diamond. She paddled Felicia’s fine ass some more, each strike compressing the supple flesh until it was pushed almost to the bone. Then it rebounded, jiggling like a Jell-O mold, and widening the tear that was already stretching across Felicia’s abused buttocks.

Felicia was breathing hard. “How do you like my panties? I don’t get to show them to you often. Not unless I pull my zipper down real low…”

Peter’s erection thumped inside his costume. He was hard as stone. Mary Jane stared at it, tenting out of his costume on her paralyzed husband, as she reached through the split in Felicia’s costume to roll her hand in caressing circles around the abundance of creamy flesh.

“Yes, you’re right, Spider… no need to get a look at them when you can get a feel… but don’t forget what a bad girl I’ve been. You really should finish punishing me before you let me enjoy myself…”

Mary Jane slapped her lovely cheeks with her free hand. A second later, she realized that was exactly what Felicia had wanted. She decided to try something she doubted even the Black Cat would like.

And a moment later, Felicia felt Mary Jane’s finger feather up and down the crevice between her buttocks.

“Mmmm,” Felicia purred. “Of course, what’s really important is you enjoying yourself… and you know this fat ass always gets you off. How much cum do you have ready to go up my hole? It’s been a long time since you’re left me sleeping on my belly. And if Mary Plain were getting that cock where I let you put it, she’d look a whole lot different going from one end of the catwalk to the other!”

Mary Jane felt like she was on a roller coaster: first the admission that Peter and Felicia had been intimate, than Felicia implying they hadn’t fucked since she and Peter had finally gone official. She didn’t know what to believe now. Was Felicia just so big a slut that she’d roll out the red carpet the moment Peter made a pass at her?

Maybe Peter was just that good a fuck. Mary Jane knew she liked his cock plenty… and she hadn’t tried it up her ass…

Mary Jane moved her finger up and down Felicia’s cleft. Felicia squirmed and moaned, responding instinctively to being touched so intimately. Then, without knowing why, Mary Jane reached down into the fine softness of Felicia’s pubic thatch.

“Oh! Oh! Wouldn’t you rather put something else down there?”

Almost growling, Mary Jane’s finger slicked into Felicia’s pussy.

“Ah!” Felicia gasped.

Mary Jane reached into her own pants with her other hand, making herself feel what Felicia was feeling. And it felt good. Real good.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or ass-fuck me? Because I want your cock all the way up my asshole, fucking the shit out of me! Are you going to give it to me? Are you going to fuck every inch inside my hole when there’s only room for three or four?” Felicia asked, her ass arched up hot and gorgeous.

“Is that what you want?” Peter asked, and Mary Jane cast a ferocious look at him, but then she had to listen to what Felicia responded…

“It’s what you want. And I wanna give you what you want. Oh, Spider, your finger feels like magic…”

Felicia quivered. She’d never burned so hot, been so full of tremors. She felt marvelous, sensing a sweet satisfaction boiling all through her, only needing to be released. Her pussy was hot and juicy, slushing where the finger touched it.

And Mary Jane moved her finger faster and faster, fucking the girl’s cunt as best she could. Filling her with a chocolate-sweet throb. Making her lightheaded with anticipation.

“Come on, Spider, make me come really good for you. I can’t stop you. I love not being able to stop you…”

Mary Jane couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t look away from Peter’s hard-on which seemed bigger and more beautiful than it’d ever been with her—so big she wasn’t sure how it had ever fit inside her, much less in Felicia’s ass.

She wanted to see.

Reaching out, she grabbed Peter’s costume by the belt buckle and tore it down his narrow waist until it’d cleared his erection. His meaty cock shot up into the air, drooling precum onto the rooftop. Mary Jane was just as quick in taking hold of his prick.

She pulled on it, guiding Peter up next to her for a moment… before she turned him to face Felicia’s upthrust ass, waiting for him, for both of them.

As much as she wanted Peter to service her in that moment, she wanted to know what it looked like when Spider-Man and Black Cat fucked even more.