What the heart wants

MJ had doubts. At one point. But Felicia's nimble little tongue deep in her mouth, dancing and dashing around, whipping around teasing MJ as she held her pinned against the dresser in her dressing room, had clearly erased them. Soon, the married woman was fighting back, grabbing Felicia's tongue with her lips and sucking on it.

Felicia giggled. She'd never gotten a tongue job before, but she loved it. The robes had been long discarded, and hands reached all over, rubbing and caressing whatever they could find: breasts, shoulders, neck, thighs.

MJ wrapped her legs around Felicia from her seat on the dresser, who was busy at work grabbing and groping all that was in her range. And that included those fantastic tits.

She squeeze and rubbed them roughly, causing MJ to gasp as she rolled her thumbs around her nipples. She pulled away from the gasping red head, and took the hardening nub into her mouth, sucking as though she was a babe. MJ's could only pant and moan as one hand slow rubbed her expose clit roughly while the other tended to her free breast. MJ tried to return the favor by tweaking Felicia's nipples, but soon gave up and melted into Felicia touch, draping herself over her and urging her deeper, her hips bucking up and dabbing Felicia's stomach with juices as she ached for more.

“Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god...” MJ said through hard breaths. Felicia dipped two fingers into MJ's moist cunt, rubbing them along the top of the walls, smashing her clit as she pulled them up in long 'come hither' motion. MJ squealed as the massage racked her body in paralyzing pleasure.

She had to do something, anything! Felicia was going to make her nothing more then a sex slave at this rate!

She hoped!

MJ somehow managed to get herself a bit of unwanted air, slipping her hand around Felicia's large gorgeous ass and slipping a few long thin fingers into her pussy, which was already pulsing and swollen from the earlier torment MJ had inflicted. Felicia gasped, releasing MJ's nipple and arching up towards MJ.

“Ooooh, Kitten!” Felicia cried as MJ spread her digits wide, working in circles. She pumped in and out, taking Felicia's lip and kissing them roughing, both of the girls moaning now as Felicia managed to start pumping into MJ again.

The fire in both their bellies were lit, and growing. Felicia's torment had only fueled her, and though MJ had taken far more, Felicia found herself reaching her peak as MJ found her clit with her other hand. She worked MJ own with more vigor, and shoved her remaining digits into the red delight.

MJ could've sworn at some point she heard Felicia mew her moans grew louder and louder, almost to the point where Felicia was yelling. “Nyaaaahhh~!”

Yep. Felicia mews when she had sex. Adorable. she drunkenly noted, barely able to keep her own cries low enough to keep the windows from shattering. They sped up, their hips pumping into each other's hand, begging for more and more of their lover's touch, their pussies slopping around as the juices rolled down their thighs and stained the wood dresser and the nice carpet below.

“MJ... MJ... MARY JANE!!!” Felicia clenched first, unable to continue anymore. Electricity shock through her, her muscles tensed and shivering all around. She somehow managed to let a loud throaty yell escape her as her hands clamped painfully down and MJ's hand, trapping it there to be drenched in her flooding pussy, the juices spraying out with intensity.

The site of MJ's work triggered her own mind shattering orgasm, her legs flailing around Felicia as she bucked and kicked with her clenching form, soaking Felicia's stomach and the dresser as well Felicia's hand. The juices slipped to the floor, mixing with Felicia's. She didn't scream, instead clenched her teeth threw heard back, nearly bashing into the dresser mirror.

Felicia's leg gave way, and she toppled backward, dragging MJ down her. The two came crashing to the floor, and lay there, gasping for air. MJ rolled onto her back, her eyes locked on her new lover. They fought off the urge to sleep: getting caught naked and sweaty in a dresser with another girl was a sure way for both of their lives to be ruined.

“Wow.... Now I know why Pete had a hard time saying no to you.” She managed after a few minutes.

Felicia found a laugh in her.

“Speaking of Pete...” Felicia continued. “How... exactly do you think we should go about... this with him?”

MJ smiled, rolling over and kissing Felicia gently on the lips. “His birthday is tomorrow. What do you think those photo's are for?”

***

“Achoo!” Ew... Spider-snot all over his mask. “GAH!”

“HA HA SPIDER-DORK!” Rhino said, through another car. Spidey nimbly jumped up and over the car, shooting a line and drawing closer to the super strong criminal. Spidey swung in a wide right cross, connecting with the jaw, sending the man flying.

“That's not funny! I can taste it!” He squealed like a little girl. He pulled his mask up to his nose quick as Rhino drew to his feet, wiping all that he could. “Ew.... Ewewewewewew.”

Rhino charged, arms wide and ready to grab and smother the web-head. Always messing with his plans. All he wanted to do was rob a bank today. He didn't want to be chucking people's cars at some idiot in a stupid spider-suit.

Spidey jumped at the last minute, kicking Rhino in the head and flipping back and going back to cleaning his face. “Time out! At least lemme clean my face before I kick yours!”

Those goddamn corny jokes! Rhino threw thick punches. He punched the ground, spider long since gone and up against the wall. “Geez, so grumpy!” He shot out a stream of webbing, sticking Rhino to the ground. Rhino tugged hard, and instead of ripping free, tore the ground up and out.

“Well shit.” Spider surmised. Rhino punched the wall Spider hung on, braking it and forcing spider to shoot away as the wall came crashing down. He shot another line: This time at Rhino's legs. Rhino took no notice until he tried to walk forward, stumbling and falling with a earth shaking thud.

“Oof!” He turned and tried to pry his feet free. Couldn't let that happen, could we? Spidey fired out lines from both his hands, quickly making a Rhino shaped cacoon. The thug squirmed around, try to whack spider with his immobile frame. “Damn you Web-head!”

“SAY SAY SAY! I just wanted a hot dog! You're the dummy who threw a car at me!” Spidey correct, arm help out and posing in the dorkiest fashion ever. A bunch of people looked at his with grimaces.

“... Was that Hard Gay?” One guy finally asked.

“.... No?” Spider said while dragging Rhino around to hang him up on another lightpost. The guy looked at him with
knowing eyes. “....Yes...”

“Youtube much?” The man asked.

Spiderman ignored him, walking back over the to hotdog stand, where incredibly, the guy who owned it still was. He was terrified, but he promised Spiderman a hotdog if he went to help. (Not that spiderman needed a bribe, but...)

Well today was fun at least. Felicia was nowhere to be seen, which meant she was busy getting into trouble good ole' Spider-man would have to save her from, but at least it meant no pictures of him getting molested making the daily bugle.

Okay, so molested was the wrong word.... um... Overly-loved? No wait, on second thought, molested worked just fine. “Hey, one jumbo with works!”

Best of all, tomorrow was his birthday, and MJ had hinted that Frando and her were working on his birthday present. And he loved Frando's work. Better then any playboy (and half the reason Spider actually didn't have a playboy.... okay didn't have a subscription at least.)

He thanked the man, who'd also given him chips and a cold soda, and tried to pay him, getting the typical “Whatareya, dumb? On the house for Spider-man!”

He shot a line out, and with one hand, managed to swing up and away as the cops came to clean up the mess. It took a minute, but he finally managed to find a good roof with little birdshit on it, and sat down to eat.

Oh the visions of his possible present were in his mind. Last time there was water involved. Before that there was oil... and rubbing... and more rubbing.... and dear god more rubbing.

He was halfway through the dog when he heard a scream. He snarfed the rest of the dog down and shoved as much as he could of the chips. He took the drink and swung down, drinking down the mess calmly as he headed towards the sound.

Well, so much for being able to day dream.