Chronicles of Spider-Man, Part 03

Chronicles of Spider-Man, Part 03 [part 3 of 5]
By: JohnSmith

Felicia Hardy, aka the Black Cat, slowly rappelled down the side of the building; the rear alley she had chosen was devoid of streetlights and apparently deserted. The young burglar had waited for almost an hour while hidden in shadows, just to observe any activity in the alley. Her skin-tight costume, which made her almost invisible to the eye, was completely black except for white gloves and boots, with light fur around the low-cut neckline of her costume.

Being patient paid off; there was no activity in the alley, whatsoever. Not only Felicia was a skilled thief, but also a knockout; she had long blonde hair, so light-colored it appeared almost white, falling straight past her shoulders. Also, large blue eyes, full reddish lips just made for sucking cock, a thin waist that gave her a light hourglass figure, large firm but soft breasts, 36C, a perfect tight and round behind and a pair of legs that seemed to reach on forever. She was virtually every guy's fantasy and more.

The young woman was using an Aussie-style rappel rig, allowing her to descend headfirst. When she reached the top floor window, she removed a small, black kit of tools from the black belt she wore around her waist. The strap was now, however, riding on her large breasts due to her upside down position. From the pouch, she retrieved a suction cup and a glasscutter.

After securing the window with the device, just above its lock, the Black Cat used the cutter to slice a circle into the pane. Carefully, she examined the window and the ledge around it, both inside and out, for any type of alarm wires or traps. Felicia sighed in frustration when she found none; she was looking for a challenge. The small threshold provided access to the top floor janitor's closet.

Felicia's lips curled into a devilish smile and she tossed the piece of cut glass down into the alley below. She knew in her heart that the glass would neither shatter nor make any noise, for that was her gift. An uncanny halo of luck which had always shone throughout her life; little ?bad luck tricks' that made numbers fall her way. She blew the glass a kiss and watched it fall on some discarded clothing, in the dumpster below; unharmed and perfectly quiet.

The young woman reached in and unlocked the window. Raising the pane up, she freed herself from the harness around her body. After securing the harness to the building with a strand of electrical tape, she hopped through the open entrance. With that same devilish smile, she exited the janitor's closet to begin her conquest of the building and all items she was assigned to retrieve.

The Black Cat crept through the deserted hallways of the top floor; dark and silent. Clothes, bolts of cloth, hangers and mobile racks littered the hallways and the rooms she had passed. Felicia peeked around a corner and into what appeared to be some sort of sewing room. Mannequins and dress cages stood about the room, waiting for their tailors to return.

Bolts of cloth were stacked on tables and chairs; boxes of what appeared to be sewing kits lay about as well. The vixen crept towards a large room to the front of the building. Her contractor had explained that to keep a low profile, the owner had set up a low-key holding area for the sensitive material. There was to be next to no security, but the safe was going to be one of the best portable ones on the market.

Now that the Black Cat was in the heart of the holding area, the safe would be a welcome challenge, a test for New York's greatest burglar. Felicia prowled into the room; it was a large space with a huge, multi-paned window facing the street. Moonlight poured through, making hundreds of shadow crosses on the hardwood floor. The room was empty except for a waist-high box, covered with some sort of black cloth.

Infrared lenses from her utility belt revealed several alarm-triggering laser beams; fortunately, the concealed rays were high enough off of the floor that the svelte thief could creep under. When she reached the safe, another tech gizmo assured the area around the safe was devoid of additional booby traps, same as the cloth covering the safe. Removing the fabric, the Black Cat sat cross-legged before the safe to begin cracking.

Unexpectedly, the first touch of her fingers to the metal somehow triggered an alternate security protocol; Felicia was engulfed in a grayish cloud of thick gas. She closed her eyes and began coughing, feeling dizzy. The hot burglar staggered to her feet in an attempt to get away from the sinister strongbox, but, in doing so, inevitably tripped the lasers. Although the countermeasures were not connected to alarms, she noticed the toxic cloud increasing its density.

Felicia held her breath and, with squinting eyes, tried to make it to the hallway; the substance was so thick it prevented her from seeing more than a few feet ahead. She could only discern her hands before her as she groped to find the exit. Her chest pounded for air, her muscles lurched. In her desperation, she stumbled and fell to the floor, feeling a sour taste in her mouth.

Jolted by the fall, Felicia gasped involuntarily for breath, taking in lungfuls of the gas-tainted air; her head began to swim. She kept on panting and her body shuddered, severely impairing her motor skills. Rolling onto her back, she tried to catch a glimpse of the skylight. Maybe she could make it fall victim to her ?bad luck tricks', her ability to play with the odds.

If the sky dome or even the windows would crack and shatter, the room would be vented clear of the nerve agent. The ceiling, however, was lost to her as her vision was limited to the length of her arm, only. Felicia panted and gasped on the cold wooden floor, her chest heaved and her breasts sloshed with the quivering of her body. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy and her body giving in to the power of the narcotic. Finally, with a whimper, the Black Cat slipped into unconsciousness.

***

Felicia began to stir, unable to determine how much time she had been out cold. Through the clearing fuzz in her head, she heard the sounds of grunting, and panting. She tried to open her eyes, but she found herself blindfolded; worse, her wrists were tied together behind her back and she was securely bound to a metal chair.

"About time you came to," the Cat heard a low-toned male voice. "For someone with such great fame, you sure are sloppy."

"Who are you?" She wasted no time. "What do you want?"

"I believe you are in no position to be asking questions." The unknown man replied.

"I know people!" Felicia bravely stated. "I can have you killed in a heartbeat!" Unfortunately, she realized threats alone wouldn't get her out of her current situation; she felt a hard, cold metal being pressed against her left temple.

"I'd love to sit here and play with you all night long, but I don't have time for games," he revealed. "I have a work for you, and I strongly advise you to take it."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, weirdo!" The Black Cat yelled; her act of defiance was followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.

"I'm giving you one last chance: in or out," she was given an ultimatum. "What is it going to be?"

Felicia was surprised; during her life of criminal acts, she had to deal with all sorts of scum. Usually, the low-lives were all talk, which posed little difficulty for her. This guy, however, was dead serious; emphasis on the ?dead' part.

"I am listening," Felicia decided not to call his bluff.

"Do you know a man named Nick Katzenburg?" The mysterious man cut to the chase.

"The fat photographer working for the Daily Bugle?" The Cat couldn't possibly fathom why go through all the trouble to recruit her over some lousy fucker.

"That would be him." He started explaining. "Here is what I want you to do..."

***

Mary Jane was choking on the superhero's thick cock; ?Superhero' was a slight exaggeration; much closer to a thing, a beast if you will, hair everywhere! He was stuffing that thick veiny cock down her throat with insistent pressure. His large meaty hands held her skull in a vice like grip preventing her from moving, from retreating.

His eyes danced wildly under his mask, and he frowned as if to concentrate on the task that lay before him. He gripped the base of his hard thick shaft and rammed it harder into the supermodel's mouth. He wanted to be patient; to make it last, but something inside him overrode that desire. Scientists call it Primal Lust, an overused statement often describing civilized humans engaging in spontaneous sex. The man stuffing his cock down the vixen's throat was far from civilized.

Spider-man glared at the redhead beauty on her knees before him. His brow furrowed even deeper as he removed his large hand from the base of his cock and forced more of the thing down Mary Jane's throat until he saw the tears streaming from her eyes and heard her moans. The supermodel was choking on the throbbing, penetrating cock; he was stuffing it down her throat non-stop, suffocating her with the force of his entry.

Mary Jane's palms rested on his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh. The heavy hands holding her head pulled her forward into his hairy crotch. She felt her stretched lips come into contact with his groin, fat balls pulsating madly beneath her chin. She tried desperately to breathe through her nose as the superhero began grinding his pelvis against her face, already buried to the root, his fat hairy balls rested beneath her chin cloaking her neck.

Spider-man groaned loudly as the colorful supermodel gagged around the appendage that filled her mouth and throat. He felt her push against him, trying to pry at least an inch or two of the throat stuffing cock out of her mouth. Spidey wasn't about to let her go anywhere, though. His large right hand held the back of her skull tightly while the other braced itself on her shoulder, gripping her so tight she could feel his hard fingernails digging into her flesh.

The superhero pulled his log of a cock out of the redhead's open drooling mouth in a slow manner that stretched Mary Jane's lips outward as he did so. He stared down at his own wet cock glistening with the saliva of her gasping mouth. She breathed in deeply before he pushed half of his cock into her mouth with one plunge.

Her eyes grew large as she stared up at his strong torso; she imagined his eyes narrowing in a crazed lust gaze under his mask and his teeth gridding upon themselves in a hungry grin. MJ didn't stare at him long before the rest of his cock plunged violently against her face, burying itself to the root, and stuffing her throat with its heaviness. The pupils of her eyes rolled upwards disappearing into the back of her skull.

In a move that took her completely off guard, he withdrew his cock from her tortured mouth before ramming it back again, seemingly deeper than before. Mary Jane couldn't believe this was happening; he was fucking her face in a manner she deemed impossible, how long could she take the furious pounding?

Her pert nose was scrunched up and pressed back against her face with each short brutal plunge, and her knees were pressed tightly together, as she kneeled in front of him. Her back arched almost seductively, the pressure from his foot upon her shoulder, his weight forcing her down. Spidey was pounding her face furiously and she did nothing to stop him; her hands were leveled tightly upon either side of his hips trying to measure his thrusts, time her breathing. His grunts were loud, primitive. She would not be surprised if he began beating his chest like an old King Kong movie.

Mary Jane's face was forced upward as the superhero began a skull-fuck she would remember for the rest of her life; his ass rose and fell with deep throat filling plunges. Suddenly, his sturdy legs were over her shoulders, her face between two large hairy thighs, and her nose pressed against the strong odor of his hairy groin. His balls smeared against her neck, and she felt it pulsing.

He was cumming, and cumming hard; MJ squirmed her ass into the heels of her boots, her neck strained upward. She had no choice but to swallow everything the he had to offer as it went straight into her belly. Slowly, Spider-man removed his legs from her slim shoulders; he held his fat cock by the base and slowly withdrew it from her mouth her lips stretching outward along its girth as he did so.

The Superhero leaned back for more room, and reached up, removing his mask; Mary Jane's eyes opened wide, shocked, when she realized the man wearing the suit wasn't her husband Peter at all! She was even more astonished by his true identity! The man used her luscious red hair to clean his softening cock and winked at her; he seemed to enjoy her flabbergasted state.

"What's the matter, Red?" She immediately recognized the impostor, as he mocked her. "Thought you'd love some superhero action..."

***

Mary Jane awoke; a throbbing pain threatened to split open her skull. She blinked her blurry eyes, and felt coldness, a chill like no other, creeping through her skin, muscles and bones. The harsh feeling of returning to reality slowly faded. The alarm clock by the bed read 3:11AM; she was still at the cabin, and her husband was woken by her sudden commotion.

"Are you alright, MJ?" Peter hugged his wife, comforting her. "What happened?"

"Just a bad dream, Tiger." The redhead squeezed her eyes shut as her head spun out of control. After a while, the horrible sensations eased, the knot in her stomach very gradually undid itself, and she sat back onto the bed.

As Mary Jane straightened herself, her long, red hair drooped downward in front of her; she was still catching her breath, trying to ascertain her worst possible nightmare and how it came to pass. One name echoed in her mind: fucking Katzenberg!

"Just a bad dream, Tiger..." She repeated, attempting to convince herself. "Just a bad dream..."

*** Later that evening ***

"Jeez, will you stop worrying already, Robbie?" John Jameson tried to calm his editor-in-chief. "It's not like we're under 24 hour surveillance!" He continued, exasperation evident in his voice.

"I've known you for a long time, John." Joe Robertson insisted. "Long enough to notice when there is something going on."

"Nonsense!" Jameson assured him. "Now, shall we return to the party? I definitely could use a drink!"

"What about these?" Robbie presented him an envelope with the evidence he got from Katzenburg.

"I know about the pictures," Jameson didn't even bother to look. "It is not what you are thinking."

"And what am I thinking, John?" Robbie finally asked.

"Alright, Robbie, you win." Jameson finally gave in. "I will tell you what is on my mind, but not tonight. I have other things to attend first; we talk about this matter later."

"Okay, John." Robertson agreed. "Don't think you will slip away so easily, though."

"I am sure you won't let me." The publisher lighted another cigar. "Here is the deal..."

Having finished checking up and down the corridor for the umpteenth time, Nick Katzenburg gently pressed his ear against the door and stood listening the men's conversation, outside the room, trying to learn anything he could. The photographer knew there was something large behind those photos, and he intended to follow the story, even if he had to use immoral means to do so, not that he really cared.

***

"Is she going on a trip?" asked Naomi, a wife of one of the employees, to Mary Jane; the woman had already badmouthed half of the Bugle's staff, and didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon. "Because she's got some pretty big bags under her eyes! Maybe Calvin will use her for his next advertising campaign!"

The supermodel cackled with false laughter before Naomi excused herself to go and literally powder her nose. MJ was utterly relieved when she left; she couldn't stand talking to the mean bitch a minute longer. All thoughts of aversion disappeared as she spotted a familiar face.

"Flash?" She whispered and moved closer; to MJ's amazement, it was actually Flash Thompson; they went to High School together, even dated for a while. He used to be Peter's declared enemy, until they worked out their differences and actually became friends.

Turning, the former football star's eyes widened as he spotted her, then a wide grin crossed his face and he moved towards her, throwing his arms wide and scooping her up in a fierce hug, doing terrible damage to her expensive dress, although she was too surprised to really notice at the time.

"God, it's been ages!" MJ was excited. "What are you doing here?"

"Indeed..." Flash tried remembering the last time they met. "Geez, Mary Jane... What has it been? Two years?"

"At least," she replied, still a bit dazed at finding Flash Thompson at a Daily Bugle annual employee-only event. Seeing him all decked out in a tuxedo had brought memories of the prom flooding back to her, and she was having trouble getting her head straight, "It's good to see you Flash, how are things going for you?"

"Great, MJ... Great," he laughed, "I'm Head Coach at our old High School, but that's not important, I'm doing a lot of work for the Community now, cleaning up the old neighborhood, organizing sports to get kids out of gangs, really giving something back!"

"T-That's... That's great, Flash," she replied, looking around for Peter. It looked like Flash had become the Community equivalent of a recovered addicted, and she knew that any moment now he'd likely start telling her how someone with her fame could do a lot of good work.....

"You know, MJ," he said, his wide grin dropping for a second before returning in full force, "With your fame...."

"Flash Thompson, you dirty son of a bitch!" Laughed a new voice, and Peter slid up beside Flash, draping an arm around his shoulder and hugging him close. "How the hell did you get past the door?"

"P-Pete?" asked Flash, surprised to see him, as well. "So, you and MJ are still together?"

"Course we are, Flash," chuckled Peter. "If you excuse me, honey, Flash and I got some catching up to do..."

"Be my guest, Tiger," she smiled. "I will join you boys later..."

Turning Flash away from his wife and walking him away, Peter moved towards the bar. "We just keep it quiet so those paparazzi bastards won't bother us; Mary Jane was really cut up after last time..."

"To put it mildly," MJ thought to herself, remembering that dark day over two years ago when she'd taken her last steps onto Empire State University and the horror of a day that had followed. Things were far better now, she lived the jet set life of a supermodel, traveling around the world to exotic locations, getting paid millions to stand still while photos were taken of her, appearing on chat-shows, attending premieres and hanging out with the beautiful people.

Life was good; except maybe for a few bumps on the road like the recent invasion of her privacy, illegal shots of her having unprotected sex with an unknown male, something she didn't even remember happening, by the way, and blackmail. Adding insult to injury, she had no choice other than performing oral sex on a man she loathed, in order to prevent the piece of information from becoming international news. Didn't help the fact that he had a massive penis, either, and that she had dreamed about him ravishing her over and over.

"The notorious Mary Jane Watson," chuckled a voice, and MJ was snapped out of her self-inflicted torture, turning to find herself facing a strikingly beautiful woman, with glorious long white hair and what was obviously a magnificently conditioned body beneath her figure hugging black dress.

"Oh, it's you Felicia..." Mary Jane pouted. "First Flash, now you. Feels like a trip down memory lane; unfortunately, not all of those remembrances are pleasant."

"Come on, now..." Laughed Felicia. "That was forever ago... I am sure you aren't able to hold a grudge for that long..."

"You are nothing but a glorified thief, Felicia," MJ sulked. "Plus, you tried to steal Peter from me, and, when you realized you wouldn't succeed, you attempted to kill us both. ?Grudge' would be an understatement!"

"You are right." Felicia changed her tone, more serious. "I had no right, and I am truly sorry about my actions back then. I am a different person, now. I did my time, and I started working as a fashion producer; I have changed."

"Have you?" Something about Felicia just seemed to speak to MJ. Could the cat burglar possibly have straightened her life?

"Yeah," chuckled Felicia, "No more lying, stealing or threatening anyone; I realized I was the one getting hurt the most by the life I led; I've been trying to make amends ever since."

"Not sure I can trust your word, Felicia." MJ confessed. "Still, I appreciate you coming to me for an apology."

"It's the least I can do." Felicia insisted.

"Let's hope you follow your law-abiding career, this time," Mary Jane told her. "Speaking of work, what are you doing here, anyways?"

"I am here with Flash." Felicia answered.

"Excuse me?" Mary Jane was incredulous.

"I saw you two talking," Felicia started explaining. "Let me guess, the big Community Speech?"

"Yeah," Mary Jane wasn't sure yet. "How did you know?"

"It's how we first met," replied Felicia, "He approached me at a photo shoot I was doing and gave me the 'with your fame you could do a lot of good' speech."

"Oh, geez," chuckled Mary Jane, raising a hand to her forehead in mock exasperation, at the same time being careful not to mess with her make-up, "What a catch, huh!"

The two laughed together.

"I had to admire his persistence, though," Felicia continued after a moment, "And I agreed to help him out with a fund-raiser, I figured what the hell, it'll be good PR anyway, but after that he had me on the hook and now we're in a relationship."

They both smiled, and moved into a corner of the room to continue their conversation, as Peter and Flash stood by the bar, chatting away themselves.

***

"I'm not really supposed to drink anymore," Flash was telling Peter, who had just offered him a martini, "I got kicked out of College for drinking too much and it became a big part of my life; I kicked the habit and haven't drunken anything since."

"Ahhh... Come on, Flash," chuckled Peter, "You're a big boy; one drink isn't going to hurt you."

"I'd rather not..."

"You're not an alcoholic or anything, right," Peter interrupted," I mean, you didn't have to go to AA or anything, am I right?"

"Well, no..."

"Well come on then, just one drink will be fine," Peter laughed, pressing the martini into Flash's hand, "It'll be good for you, show you that you're still in charge."

"Uh, I guess one drink can't hurt..." muttered Flash, obviously a little unsure, but he took the drink from him.

After all, he was Flash Thompson; he could handle one little drink, couldn't he?

***

"How is the supermodel life treating you?" Felicia seemed interested in Mary Jane's whereabouts.

"Oh, you know," MJ wasn't about to brag nor mention the events that were giving her a serious headache. "It has his downsides, but, overall, things seem to be looking up. Plus, you get to know some nice..."

"Hi, Mary Jane!" The striking supermodel was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

Felicia turned and watched as a teenager boy made his way through the crowd to greet MJ. "Oh, sorry about that," He felt bad after he noticed he had unwillingly pried into their conversation. "I didn't realize you were talking to someone."

MJ wasn't the least bothered; it appeared to be an honest mistake. In fact, she was trying to find an excuse to go looking for Peter. It was one thing Felicia setting things clear; being friends, however, wasn't something the redhead was interested in.

"It's okay, Craig." MJ gently rubbed his shoulder. "Let me introduce you to Flash Thompson's girlfriend, Felicia Hardy."

"The football player?" The kid opened his eyes wide.

"Indeed," Mary Jane laughed. Apparently, Flash had made a great impression on the youth, during his career.

"Wow," he was impressed.

"Hello there, young man." Felicia shook his hand. "So you are a football fan, uh?"

"You bet!" The boy stated. "I never missed any of Thompson's games!"

"I tell you what, Craig," Felicia smiled. "I will talk to Flash, and make sure he signs one of his Jerseys for you, as a gift."

"Would you do that?" The teenager couldn't believe what he heard; that would be priceless memorabilia. "Thanks a lot!"

"Sure," Felicia winked at him. "Any friend of MJ's is a friend of mine."

"I will catch up with you guys later, then." The boy turned to leave. "Thanks again!"

"My pleasure, kiddo." Felicia smiled. Mary Jane waved goodbye and both women watched as the boy headed back.

"You didn't have to do that," MJ faced the former cat-burglar. "That was very kind of you."

"It was nothing." Felicia humbly stated. "Flash is inspiring; it is nice to have a hero."

"Yes," The supermodel agreed. "Craig is a sweet boy; unfortunately, he has some serious issues to overcome..."

"An addiction is not something easy to cure." Felicia seemed to know what she was talking about.

"How did you know about that?" MJ was somehow surprised.

"I have made a lot of contacts back in the days," Felicia started explaining. "He couldn't possibly remember, he was so wasted, but I even met him a couple of times during a job; the kid definitely used to hang with the wrong crowd."

"Oh," Mary Jane was impressed that Felicia recalled him; apparently, she had an eye for details.

"Being the nephew of such an awful man doesn't help, either." Felicia continued.

"I totally agree," The redhead acknowledged. Suddenly, the former cat-burglar seemed to evoke something, which triggered an involuntary smile; MJ couldn't help but be curious about it. "What is it, Felicia?"

"You know how the drug dealers referred to him?" Felicia hid her face with her hands, to avoid laughing.

"Some pejorative nickname about his weight, probably." MJ couldn't understand why that was worth mentioning.

"Yeah," Felicia agreed, still smiling. "But, not the obvious one."

"I'm not sure I'm following you, Felicia."

"They used to call him ?Fat Craig'," Felicia finally revealed.

"Clearly, an irony," Mary Jane still couldn't get it. "Not even an amusing one."

"No, silly," Felicia decided to be clear. "Word on the street was that the kid was really hung; apparently, some of the crack whores even offered him their services for free, just to experience some ?horse riding', if you know what I mean."

"Come on, Felicia," MJ pouted. "You can't possibly believe in any of that."

"You tell me," Felicia interrupted.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mary Jane inquired.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, MJ." Felicia continued. "The boy obviously has this big teenage-crush on you! Besides, by the size of the bulge in his pants, I think he was happy to see you!"

"He is just a kid!" MJ tried to make a point.

"A kid with a foot-long, monster cock hidden in his pants!" Felicia laughed.

"Felicia!" Mary Jane wasn't comfortable with the way the conversation was going. "Have you no shame?"

"Ever had one that big, MJ?" Felicia ignored the supermodel's truthful remark. "We both know Peter isn't hung like that..."

"Can we please talk about something else?" Mary Jane stalled.

"I may be redeeming myself, but I am still a woman, MJ." Felicia didn't seem guilty. "Are you telling me that you aren't the least curious to know if the boy is really that hung, now that you heard the rumors?"

"Of course not!" Mary Jane lied; she had to admit it was at least interesting to know.

"Can you imagine how would it feel like being fucked by such a huge cock?" Felicia insisted.

A sudden image of herself being fucked by the teenager's giant prick involuntarily flooded into MJ's mind. She imagined herself on her fours, bracing herself against the bed frame, while the boy furiously rammed his mammoth, stiff cock, in and out her tight little pussy, burying it further than any man before, even Peter. The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson, and she realized how wrong and inappropriate that was.

"Nonsense, Felicia," MJ tried to recover her composure. "I'm sure they were just pulling his leg."

"Yeah, his third leg!" Felicia turned to leave. "Gotta go, MJ. Loved to chat, but, if you excuse me, I have ?bigger' issues to attend to..."

***

Felicia wasn't thrilled about her conspiracy assignment; she was the action type, she could handle a little lying to the side, but intrigue certainly wasn't her style. Her unknown contractor didn't give her the big picture; still, he had made clear that she must follow his orders, in order to keep breathing. The Black Cat was sticking to the script until she regained the upper hand; she wouldn't be so easily manipulated.

Moreover, she couldn't understand how the actors in the scheme were connected, but she was soon going to find out. That would be excellent leverage, in case she had to ?negotiate' her terms. Felicia didn't care about politics nor power; money was the only motivation she needed, and she had a felling she would hit the jackpot if she played her cards right.

"Are you following me?" She heard a voice from behind.

"W-What?" The Cat had to think fast; she couldn't risk blowing her cover. "Oh, it's you! Craig, right?"

"Yes," the boy nodded. "You shouldn't be here."

"Uh," Felicia hesitated; they were at a restricted, employee-only area of the resort, where guests weren't to be roaming freely. "Neither should you!"

"I have my reasons." The boy argued.

"So do I," the Black Cat tried to change the subject. "So, Craig, I was thinking..."

"Yes?" He was curious to know where this conversation would lead.

"I think we have more things in common," Felicia winked at him. "Other than football..."

"Is that right?" The kid was suspicious.

"Yeah," She lied. "I love getting high as well..."

"Don't get me wrong, lady," He interrupted. "I appreciate you getting me a signed Jersey and all. Just don't pretend you know how it's like to be hooked on drugs just to create a bond. I am trying to get rid of the stuff; I don't need your help for that. I am actually tired of all the ?social service' kind of people."

"Relax! I am not here for that." The Cat assured him. "I don't wanna give you a hard time..."

"Oh," Craig was surprised. "No?"

"Well," Felicia had a wicked smile on her face. "On the other hand, a ?hard' time may be exactly what I am here to give you, after all..."

"Excuse me?" The boy wasn't following what the stunning girlfriend of his former football hero was saying.

"I got a job for you," the Black Cat finally proposed.

"Look, lady, I don't mean to be rude or anything..." Craig declined. "But, I definitely ain't looking for work."

"Maybe we can help each other." Felicia insisted.

"I'm sure we can't," The kid turned his back and started walking away.

"I know about Mary Jane," she revealed. "How did you have the guts to do it?"

"I-I don't understand..." He stopped and listened.

"I bet you didn't think someone would ever find out," the Cat grinned as she approached him again. "The little stunt you pulled to have sex with her, I mean."

"M-Me?" Sweat was dripping from his forehead. "T-That must be a misunderstanding..."

"Really? You have nothing to worry, then." Felicia laughed. "I am sure the nice officers will agree when they hear your version of the story... So will MJ..."

"B-But, h-how?" Craig couldn't believe he was so easily busted.

"It just happens that I am well informed." She crossed her arms. "Are you still going to deny it?"

"L-Listen, I-I wasn't thinking straight..." Craig gulped; there was no point in doing so. In fact, lying could make things even worse. "I am really sorry about what I did, and..."

"Please," Felicia interrupted the boy. "Spare me the ?I am sorry' crap; you enjoyed every second of it. Besides, you don't even realize how much trouble you are in."

"I know it was wrong..." He insisted.

"Do you?" She doubted. "That alone certainly didn't keep you from ramming your cock deep into a famous and unsuspecting supermodel's cunt, did it?"

"I-I... Uh, no..." The kid finally admitted.

"Was it worth jail time?" The Cat grinned. "I suppose the possibility of having that tight little pussy of hers made you gamble with your freedom..."

"Yes, she is tighter than any bitch I've ever fucked." Craig honestly replied. "Are you going to turn me in?"

"It depends on you," Felicia continued.

"What do you want from me?" He knew he had to pay a high price for his depraved actions.

"There is something I need you to do," she offered. "If you do as I say, I'll forget all about your ?misunderstanding'."

"Let's say I believe in you," Craig wasn't convinced. "What is the catch?"

"None," Felicia answered. "I might even help you with something I know you want."

"Right," the boy was skeptical. "I'm sure you are helping me out of the goodness in your heart..."

"I'm interested in her husband." She lied; she couldn't reveal her ulterior motives. "We have a history, and I believe there are still some issues that need to be cleared."

"What about Thompson?" He wanted to hear more.

"We leave Flash out of this." She answered in a loud tone. "I don't want him to know about anything we discussed here."

"Look, lady..." The boy argued.

"You can call me Felicia," the Cat interrupted him.

"Alright, Felicia," He resumed. "There are many men who would love to be your little puppet; obviously, I am not one of them. I have nothing to offer."

"Let me worry about that," she smiled again. "Actually, if you do what I tell you to, there is a good chance you will end up getting into MJ pants; willingly, I mean."

"You are not making any sense..." Craig stated the obvious.

"I've known MJ for quite a while now; under that prim and proper attitude, there is a dormant slut craving to be unleashed, and I intend to free her latent persona."

"Are you, like, a crazy person?" He didn't have the slightest idea what part he could play in her deranged scheme.

"So I've been told!" Felicia laughed. "Now, drop your pants!"

"Excuse me?" The kid was dumbfounded with the orders he was given.

"I don't have all night," the Black Cat continued. "Either you show it to me, or to your cell buddy; what is it going to be?"

The boy was certainly not shy; considering what he had done, showing his dick to a hot woman was actually a sweet deal. He casually unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. To Felicia's surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. He wriggled out of them so his cock could breathe free. At the base of his belly was a thick patch of pubic hair with his fat penis jutting out, and a pair of large testicles beneath.

His cock was still soft but looked around average length, which was slightly bigger than Flash's when he was hard, and very thick, contrasting heavily against his skinny build. His balls were huge, bigger than any she had ever seen. The Cat involuntarily stared down and locked her gaze on to the unproportioned thing shown to her, the boy's dick. Her eyes opened wide as she saw his hardening dick spring into view as Craig straightened up; she unwillingly admired it, it had to be at least eleven inches and very fat!

"Oh, my!" Felicia managed to break her eye contact from the kid's enormous tool as he casually stood there, waiting for further instructions. "I see they weren't lying when they said you packed a large-caliber weapon; that's a fucking monster!" She teased the boy, pointing at his penis. "Question is: do you know how to use that big gun?"

"Care to see for yourself?" Craig played along, glowing with pride.

"As a matter of fact," Felicia put her plan in motion. "I just had an idea..."

***

Mary Jane was looking for Felicia; she had a feeling the self-declared retired thief would soon be involved in a mess. The supermodel wanted to buy her ?setting things right' story, but she couldn't be sure. MJ wondered if her sudden appearance wouldn't be too much of a coincidence, considering the dirty pictures, the blackmail and the lapses of memories about what really happened to her.

The redhead knew the Black Cat couldn't be working with Katzenburg; they both shared the same hatred towards the awful man. Furthermore, Mary Jane wanted to be sure that the bitch that had previously threatened both her life and Peter's didn't ruin her husband's annual company trip. She was somehow bothered by Felicia's lack of manners. Besides, her boyfriend, Flash, was a friend, and MJ didn't want to see him hurt.

"Yes, Felicia is in trouble," The supermodel thought, when she finally learned Felicia's whereabouts.

Having sneaked from the party, the Black Cat was dressed in a lacy lingerie version of her costume, with a black teddy and white lace around the low-cut collar. She was on her knees, and her mouth stretched wide around the fat cockhead in front of her, which, to MJ's surprise, didn't belong to Flash Thompson. The cat-burglar had a look of joy on her face, and she squirmed about slightly, while giving head to someone wearing a mask!

"I've always known you were a bitch, Felicia..." Mary Jane wondered, staring at the scene. "You just had to cheat on a good, honest guy with the first mask-wearing freak you met and..."

Involuntarily, Mary Jane opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth, shocked. ?Freak' wasn't an exaggeration; she couldn't believe how huge it was: the man's giant prick was swinging in front of Felicia's face. It was at least eleven inches of wrist-thick cock and the giant mushroom head was prying open her beautiful lips.

The mysterious man's cock was rising like a mast straight toward the ceiling, pre-cum glistening the spongy surface of the crown, contrasting heavily with his scrawny figure. It was, without doubt, the biggest fuck-rod MJ had ever seen; it was even bigger than Katzenburg's, whose monster prick had been unwillingly shoved down her throat before, and extremely thick.

The unknown figure's cock began to harden, and Felicia slowly inched her beautiful face forward. Mary Jane had never entertained thoughts about being with a girl; watching Felicia's tight ass squirm downward into the heels of her boots made her think otherwise. The Cat's adorning ring glinted in the light as she ran her hands up the belly and chest of the skinny man. Mary Jane looked at her own wedding ring and a felt a bit of remorse. Felicia had pulled her head away from his sweaty groin, saliva flowed from her mouth and she fought off the gagging reflex of having that fat cock buried down her throat.

As Felicia continued her oral assault on the man, MJ felt a continuous stream of her own pussy juices running down her legs. The Cat held his big hardon with both hands and began licking the underside of it. She continued to lick her tongue up and down the length of the long cock. MJ was clearly nervous as he reached for Felicia and pulled her to her feet. His giant prick pointed out in front of him like a small flagpole. The supermodel was actually scared of the thick veined column of flesh that swayed in front of the cat-burglar.

Felicia stood up and kissed him all over, the masked man didn't seem to mind the lips that were pasted to his cock moments before were now all over his neck and chest. In fact, he didn't seem to mind anything; he just leaned against the wall, his hands laced behind his head, while the slim Felicia Hardy smeared her body against his.

After several moments of heavy kissing, he started to rub and caress her; her black lacy teddy was one size too small and her breasts overflowed her top. As he continued his foundling, he reached behind her and undid it; her tits came spilling out and they were a remarkable sight. They were full, round and tipped with half-inch pink nipples that stood erect. He gently trailed his way to her firm jutting tits, with his hands, and began playing with her hard pointy nipples. He took her right nipple between his fingers, and she groaned, "Oh fuck that feels so good."

As he worked on her breasts, he pushed the rest of her undergarment off her hips, and dropped it to the floor. Felicia was naked except for a tiny, black lace thong. The man admired her perfect body; she had a flat stomach and narrow hips, and obviously was in great shape.

He tore a small hole in his mask, and lowered his mouth to her right tit, sucking her entire succulent tit. While he was feeding his oral fixation, he slipped his hand into her lace thong and located her excited clit hidden in a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. He traced his fingers over her bare, wet pussy lips, and then slowly pushed two fingers into her soaking, tight hole.

As he drove his fingers in and out of her swollen snatch, he clamped his lips over her excited nipple and bit down with his teeth. She grabbed the back of his head, held him tight to her tit and began to thrust her hips on to his fingers trying to get them deeper into her burning hole.

He moved his mouth from nipple to nipple biting and licking and sucking her aching nipples, driving her mad with his teasing, but her main focus was on the two fingers that were sliding in and out of her cunt at a furious rate. His fingers were slick with the juice pouring out of her hole as they continued to ream her pussy.

Her hips were flipping at his hand, trying to drive his fingers deeper into her famished cunt. She started to shake and tremble as he drove his digits into her gushing snatch, Felicia's vibrating pussy went off as she exploded on his thrusting fingers. She screamed aloud as her lover drove her through her climax.

"Oh, Gawd!" Felicia shouted. "I'm cumming!"

As her orgasm crested, the figure pulled his fingers out of her smoking cunt, and kneeled down in front of her. He pulled her thong down her trembling thighs revealing her small patch of fur and the wet swollen lips of her leaking pussy.

He started to kiss and lick his way from her belly button down between her legs. The smell of her hot pussy was delicious as it filled the air around him. He kissed her inner thighs, slowly working his way up toward her pussy. Her pussy was pink and juicy; he began to lick the wet lips of her cunt.

Slowly, the mysterious man parted her cunt lips with his tongue. Her taste was deep and delicious. As he pushed his tongue deeper into her boiling cunt, she spread her legs slightly and held his head tight against her burning snatch.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" She moaned repeatedly. "Oh, Gawd! Yes, eat me!" The man used his hands to caress her legs and thighs as he licked deep into her cunt. He brought his hands up to her ass and, holding a cheek in each hand, pulled her cunt to his mouth and began sucking her clit.

She raised one leg and wrapped it around his neck pulling him tighter to her creaming fuck hole. He worked her clit with his lips and tongue. He moved his hands from her ass, slid two fingers into her tight pussy, and began to stroke her g-spot.

"Lick me, eat me!" Felicia groaned as she thrust her juicing pussy against his fingers and mouth. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Oh, Gawd!" Felicia staggered backwards against the wall dazed from her over-powering climax. "Fuck, yes! That's it!"

She slowly slid down the wall to the floor. Her breathing was shallow and labored as she tried to catch her wind. She was in another world as she sat there with her eyes closed. The figure stood up and slowly took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor, standing naked except for his mask.

"You got what it takes," Felicia teased him. "I'll give you that."

"Turn around and lean against the wall," he commanded, his voice was muffled beyond possible recognition. Felicia stood frozen in front of him, eyes wide and stuck on his massive manhood. Her hands nervously covered her mouth.

"Wait," She protested. "This is as far as we go!" Her black panties hugged her ass tightly before he slipped his thumbs in the elastic band and peeled them down her long legs, until they rested at her six-inch ?fuck me' boots.

"I told you to fucking turn around!" he ordered again.

Mary Jane considered intervening, but, before she could do anything, Felicia decided to comply. The Cat turned her back to him and slightly leaned forward, bending her torso and wiggling her firm, round ass up. The man approached her from behind and pulled her long hair back, lowering his mouth to hers; her tongue began to welcome his, licking the underside of it as it wedged itself in her mouth.

Her legs were spread and he was between them using his immense prick to rub against the entrance of her pussy. Her full breasts were smashed against the wall and her ankles wrapped loosely around his. She was now trying to suck his tongue into her mouth. Long fingernails ran themselves along the fabric of his mask. His bony hands were pulling her up and down by the waist. Felicia's world began to unravel, the place was spinning.

The Cat's legs stiffened, her stomach grew tight; she released his tongue from her warm mouth and her lips locked on his neck as she gasped for air. She was vaguely aware of her panties dangling on her ankle when his mammoth cock slid along the crack of her ass.

"I'm just gonna rub the head in," he announced; Felicia heard that excuse a million times before, but was somehow unable to do anything to prevent what happened next. The figure leaned against her harder, and her cuntlips started to open under the tremendous pressure of his steel rod of cock. Slowly, the giant head eased past the tight muscles of her pussy and popped inside.

"I-I can't... T-That wasn't our agreement..." The masked man forced head of his cock inside her, and Felicia thought she would lose consciousness; her outstretched palms were flat against the wall. "N-No, it's too big! I-I... Unnnnnngggghhhh!" Although she begged him to stop, her back was arched and her tight ass was jutted outward.

The man held her large breasts rotating her hard nipples between his fingers as he slowly began inching his pole inside her. Her forehead was against the wall and she bit her lip as he continued to grind inch after inch insider her. The Black Cat began rotating her hips with him, wondering when it would end; it seemed to take forever.

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered.

MJ could see the man's massive balls swelling and tightening; the veins crisscrossed in an angry manner from the mind violation and grew dark purple in color. His heart appeared to be pounding madly; his entire body grew tighter, veins protruded angrily outward from his chest and arms. The huge head started pushing into Felicia's tiny cunt, and MJ could see the hot cat-burglar's sharp intake of breath as it popped into her, followed by the loud cry as his enormous cock breached her cuntlips. Felicia's head rolled back in bliss; her perfectly rounded breasts heaved upward, crushed against the wall.

"Go slow, please," Felicia whimpered, unable to stop the tears rolling from her eyes. "You're too big!" She screamed; her head flew backwards and the fat cock entered her pussy like a burning rod. Her mind was on the verge of black out and reached for happy thoughts to hold upon and keep her conscious. "Please, go slow with that huge thing!"

He ignored her command and pushed his hips forward. MJ could see the walls of the Black Cat's pink vagina spread out painfully. Her back arched and the pretty blue eyes became dilated through fluttering eyelashes. "Oh, fuck!" She wailed. "It's big! Oh, God... OhMyGaawwdd!"

With just the head lodged in her overwhelmed cunt, he started to fuck her, slowly. Moving ever so slowly, he managed to work in the first three inches of his giant cock into her tight, pulsating snatch. Felicia felt like a stuffed turkey on thanksgiving, her tight cunt was stuffed with so much cock she gasped franticly for air. She had been fucked by endowed men before; she even used to consider Flash reasonably big.

But nothing like this; the boy filled her tight pussy with so much cock the outline could be seen through her firm belly. She had never been fucked by such an immense cock; her nerves were on fire, sending impulses throughout her entire body. Her clit was so sensitive a feather could bring her off.

Mary Jane thought it was like a tree trunk was being crammed up the young woman's pussy. The supermodel wondered how that would feel like; she never had anything nearly this big inside of her, ever. The sides of Felicia's pussy looked like they were being stretched beyond its limits. He just continued to slowly stuff cock deep into her wet burning cunt.

"Ahhh! Oh, God! Fuck! Oh, Yes!" She cried as he pushed deeper and deeper. He met the most resistance at six inches, but that wasn't going to stop him. He was going to get all eleven inches crammed up her hot tight cunt if it took all night.

Felicia slid her hand down between her thighs and slowly began to rub her clit. As she worked herself toward an orgasm, her pussy began to relax and the masked man was able to fuck deeper into her tight snatch. The pressure was building both on her clit, as she rubbed it furiously, and deep inside her burning aching cunt, as he continued his assault on her defenseless pussy.

She started to have orgasms every few thrusts as the great head nudged forward deeper inside her stretched channel. Some were small, others mind-numbing; her whole body was shaking and trembling from the strain. Felicia's tight cunt encased his engorged cock so tightly that it seemed like he would split her in half. Her heavy breathing was causing her firm breasts to rise and fall, enticing the man.

He inched a couple more inches into her quivering body, her eyes closed tightly. MJ saw the Black Cat spread her legs completely apart, alleviating some of the pain while allowing the man to sink more of his cock inside her. MJ watched him inch his cock into Felicia's tight pussy. Tears burned the Cat's eyes as she felt him go inch by inch inside her.

The head of his cock made an outline inside the flat of her stomach. She bit the bottom of her lip to keep from screaming, and MJ watched the massive outline of his cock move deeper and deeper inside her twitching belly. Her orgasms cascaded upon one another with each inch he pushed inside her.

He paused, letting Felicia adjust to his immense size, holding her by the hips now. In that position, Mary Jane had a clear view of Felicia's cuntlips stretched around his cock, nearly half of its length still exposed; her clear, sticky wetness oozing out around his prick.

After only a few seconds, the Black Cat groaned deeply and started wiggling her hips slowly from side to side while thrusting herself gently upward, managing to fuck a few more inches of her straining pussy onto his large organ. She could see at least four inches of his hard cock that had not yet entered her and looked in shock.

"I... I can't take any more... AAAAAaaagggh!" She screamed as he pushed his hips forward; another inch of his blood engorged cock prying its way inside her stretched pussy. The mysterious man had worked himself firmly between her stretched out thighs.

"Oh, God! Oh, dear God!" Felicia cried; she used all of her abilities as a former gymnast and spread her long legs straight outward allowing him to push more of his throbbing cock into her. The man looked like he could not take anymore, she was just too fucking tight, and her pussy clung to him like wet leather forcing him to use all of his concentration to keep from cumming. He stared down at hot woman and plunged his hips forward.

"AAAAAaaaggghhh!" Felicia squealed. "Fuck! OhhhhhGawwwwd!"

"Oh, fuck! Yeah," She moaned. "Do me, baby! Give it to me! Fuck my pussy deep!" Felicia pleaded. He sank the rest of his rock-hard, oversized cock into the Cat's drooling pussy in one smooth stroke, until MJ could see her straining cuntlips hitting the broad base of his cock, Felicia groaning in pleasure.

"So deep!" She moaned, her words slightly muffled as her mouth met his neck as he lowered himself onto her. "Oh, yeahhhh! So fuckin' good!"

"That's so deep, baby! God, you big-dicked stud! Do it, baby! Fuck my pussy good! Take it, take my cunt! Fuck me hard!" Felicia's words were abruptly ended as the teen started slamming his hips downward, launching right into a deep, hard fuck-stroke just as she begged, drawing several inches of his thick, long prick out of her stretching cunt and then pounding it fully back into her, the powerful base of his cock smacking wetly into her oozing pussy as she squealed in pleasure.

"Ohhhh!" She groaned loudly as his hands gripped tightly to her slim waist as his dick began to pound her hard.

"Oh, Felicia, your pussy is so fucking good!" He groaned, under his mask, as his dick continued to slam into her hard. "Feels just as MJ's!"

"Oh, fuck! Oh, this is so fucking good! Mmmmmmmm!" She groaned loudly as she pushed herself back onto his rod using her hands and knees for support. "Do me hard! Fuck me just like you fucked that redhead slut!"

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned as he pulled her hard back onto his dick, and reached under her to grab hold of her tits roughly.

"Has the hung mysterious man been fantasying about me?" Mary Jane wondered; it wouldn't be much of a surprise, since most men craved to be with the stunning supermodel.

Mary Jane's knees were bunched together tightly, she could not tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, and she didn't know if she had to pee or cum. The man said something derogatory to his little fuck toy before slamming his ass downward. Felicia's head flew backward, and, for a moment, MJ thought she was spotted.

Felicia did not see anything, though, as her pupils disappeared in the back of her skull and her mouth opened wide in a breathless scream; the bastard knocked the wind out of her with that fat cock. Mary Jane wasn't sure if it was the sight of Felicia's pretty eyes disappearing or the man's crude comments that made her cream right through her white panties without even touching herself.

"Oh! Ram your big dick into me! OH! UMMM! Yeah!" Felicia groaned loudly as his hands used her tits to pull her back hard on to his invading rod.

The Cat looked like her senses were slipping away, as the dick continuously burying itself within her tight hole brought her closer and closer to her massive orgasm. The words pouring from her mouth came without thought. The thought pushed her closer to the edge.

"Oh, God!" Felicia moaned as the pounding continued. "You're fucking me so good!"

"No kidding," Mary Jane thought, enviously.

The redhead could not remember the last time her husband fucked her like that. Course Peter never really fucked her at all; it was love making, soft and gentle. His battles were out in the field. In bed he was the exact opposite, trying in his own way to separate the violence in his life with his home life.

"I cannot believe you shoved this entire thing inside me!" Felicia cried, referring to the large mushroom head and dark blue veined cock shoved into her.

"Neither can I," Mary Jane silently agreed, completely astonished.

The man grabbed her hips and pulled slowly all the way out. He watched as the lips of her pussy stretched tight like a seal around his giant prick. Then suddenly, he rammed his fat, hard cock back inside her wet sleeve and the head bounced off her cervix.

"Argggh!!" she cried in surprise.

He started to pound her pussy with everything he had. He held on to her waist and drilled eleven inches of iron hard cock into her juicy cunt, repeatedly. She started to cum on the tenth thrust, and her orgasms continued non-stop. He was hitting her in places that no cock had ever been before, nothing compared to such an impaling tool.

He was like a machine. In and out, in and out, as he relentlessly drove his immense cock up her flaming cunt sending her from one cum to another in a long stream of orgasms that never seemed to end.

"Oh, Gawd! Fuck me with your giant cock! Yes!"

He drilled into her time and time, repeatedly. Felicia screamed and still he fucked her tight cunt. She swore at him and still he drilled deep into her inner core. She begged him to stop, but he just went on plunging his giant cock up her creaming pussy. When she begged him to fuck her harder, he grabbed her hair and thrust faster and harder into her hot exploding snatch.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, that's it! Oh, yeah! You're doing me so good! Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me! Just go ahead and ram it right up my pussy! Fuck me hard! Split me open with your big, fat cock!"

As they fucked, he reached under her to grab her swing tits. Taking one in each hand, he used them like handles and pulled her onto his cock as he thrust deep into her molten center. He pinched and twisted her hard swollen nipples. She exploded around his cock, her cunt rippling and clutching at his invading member.

She was exhausted from end to end orgasms, and the relentless pounding of his savage thrusts as he drove his plunging thick monster deep into her seething, churning cunt. But she couldn't stop cumming, somehow he managed to keep her on the edge even when her pussy was creaming and flowing like a faucet. Streams of pussy juice ran down her thighs to her ankles.

His big thrusting cock and large swinging balls were covered with her juice. Still, he continued to nail her with his endless thrusts. But, underneath all the electric currents flowing through and around her, she felt something deep inside progressively gathering; with every thrust of his massive cock that drove up her overworked cunt, the pressure built and built.

He continued to fuck her hard, sending his cock deep into her juicy pussy as he bottomed out on each thrust. He was impaling her on his giant spear with each thrust into her tight, clutching cunt.

"Ram it all the way in, baby!" Felicia gasped, and spread her legs further, as far as she could. "Fuck my pussy deep! Pound that big fat prick all the way in and out!"

Suddenly, the pressure exploded throughout her body in a giant blast of color and light. Her pussy clamped down on his plunging cock like a vise. The entire length of her rippling cunt grabbed at his thrusting prick and tried to milk all the sperm from it. Her sleeve tightened on his iron hard tool as he pushed in and pulled out, demanding his cum. She heard a far off scream of orgasmic ecstasy and slowly realized it was herself crying out in final release.

"Unnngghhh! Your prick is enormous! Oh, I had no idea it could be this good! It feels so good in my pussy! Harder! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can, baby!"

The Black Cat was but a toy in his arms; her juices flowed down her legs as he continued moving her up and down on his ravaging cock. His hips smashed painfully into her buttocks as he slammed her unmercifully against the wall.

Suddenly, he pulled all the way out letting just the head of his magnificent member remain inside the trembling young woman, and then he plunged his entire cock into her. His orgasmic scream was like that of a lion the bellow coming from deep inside his throat. The Cat lifted her head back, the pupils of her eyes disappearing into the back of her head; she bucked, thrust, and rocked in front of him in a screaming, thundering climax that seemed to go on forever.

The man plunged deep into her exploding cunt one final time and began to fire rope after rope of burning hot cum into her climaxing womb. He unleashed what seemed like a gallon of thick sperm into her fertile body. Her face was deeply flushed and her white hair matted to her face in a pool of sweat. His cock twitched and jerked as he held her hips tight allowing every ounce of his sperm to empty inside her.

It was like a geyser going off in her cunt; his cum poured out of him in eruption after eruption coating the inside of her burning snatch and then squeezing out around the base of his rampaging cock as he continued to thrust into her pussy again and again. Their co-mingled juices flowed down her legs in rivers of white sticky strands and pooled on the floor at her feet.

Finally, he stopped thrusting into her battered cunt. She slumped in his arms