I guess it's MJ's turn

Felicia squirmed, MJ’s story got her hot and bothered. “So when is Peter coming back?”

Mary Jane glanced up at the clock. “Give or take another ten minutes, which means it’s my turn again.”

She paused for a beat. “Your best orgasm?”

Felicia seemed like she didn’t want to respond.

MJ squinted at her.

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?”

Felicia sighed through her nose. “Who else?”

MJ leaned back slightly, one eyebrow rising.

Felicia watched her for a second before continuing.

“But are you sure you actually want to hear it?”

MJ tilted her head.

Felicia gestured between them.

“It’s one thing to know your husband had previous partners.” She paused. “It’s a whole different thing to get a play-by-play recollection of him blowing someone’s back out.”

MJ snorted.

“Really?”

Felicia shrugged casually.

“It involves a lot of lube… and me accidentally losing my anal cherry.”

She gave MJ a pointed look.

“So you decide if that’s information you really want in your brain.”

MJ stared at her for a moment.

Then she shrugged.

“Well… we’re already this far.”

A crooked smile tugged at her lips.

“In for a penny…”

She leaned forward slightly.

“…in for a pounding, I guess.”

-

They had been fighting Hydro-Man for over twenty minutes now.

They had caught him trying to rob a bank near the waterfront. Her Spider had managed to web the vault shut before Morrie could get his hands on the money, which had pissed him off something fierce.

The last fifteen minutes had been one long tactical retreat.

They had dragged the fight inland, away from the crowds, and more importantly, away from the harbor. Less water meant fewer tricks for Morrie to pull. Eventually they’d ended up inside an somewhat empty warehouse a few blocks from the docks.

Now Spider-Man and Black Cat were dodging and weaving through rusted machinery and stacked crates, trying to stay one step ahead of the living tidal wave chasing them.

And trying to figure out how the hell to take him down.

-

“Stay still, Webhead, and let me drown you in peace!”

Morrie’s voice boomed through the warehouse as Spider-Man narrowly dodged another water blast from Hydro-Man.

Between keeping the villain’s attention on him and making sure he didn’t actually end up dead, his Spider-Sense was working overtime.

He was too busy wracking his mind for a way to take Hydro-Man down. Felicia had already checked several fuse boxes around the warehouse, but none of them held a charge strong enough to do more than annoy the living tidal wave.

Morrie noticed his attention drifting and immediately shifted targets.

A blast of water tracked Black Cat just as she leapt down from a stack of crates and clipped her mid-air. She went tumbling backward and vanished into a large container filled with thick liquid.

Spider-Man winced.

Well… at least the fall looked cushioned. Sometimes luck really did favor black cats.

Unfortunately, it also pissed Morrie off.

Ignoring the warning buzz of his Spider-Sense, Spider-Man lunged forward at the hydro-powered villain.

Hydro-Man answered with a blast that hit him square in the chest.

Peter went flying.

He slammed into a concrete wall hard enough to rattle the warehouse before dropping to the floor, the impact knocking the wind clean out of him.

For a moment all he could do was lie there, blinking stars out of his vision.

When the world finally steadied, he realized he’d landed in a narrow aisle between stacks of shipping crates.

Temporary cover.

Good.

That bought him a few seconds.

He needed to check on Cat… and figure out how to stop Morrie before the guy decided to flood half the city.

Then he noticed the label on the nearest crate.

(C₃H₃NaO₂)ₙ

Peter tilted his head.

“Sodium polyacrylate…”

Even through the mask, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh. Oh that is perfect.”

A plan formed instantly.

He leaned out from behind the crates and called across the warehouse.

“Well, we’ve been playing for almost half an hour now!” he shouted toward Hydro-Man.

“But I’ve got a date with Cat waiting for me, so I’m gonna need you to surrender in about ten seconds.”

“You think you can threaten me?”

The water around Hydro-Man surged upward, swelling into a towering wave.

Spider-Man didn’t answer.

Instead he punched a hole straight through the side of the crate and heaved it across the warehouse. The container burst open mid-flight, dumping a cloud of white powder into Morrie’s churning body.

The powder vanished into the liquid mass.

Morrie blinked.

“What’s this supposed to do, make me sneeze?”

Spider-Man tilted his head.

“That’s sodium polyacrylate,” he said cheerfully. “Superabsorbent polymer. Great for industrial spill cleanup.”

He pulled a spare web cartridge from his utility belt and cracked the casing with his thumb.

“Normally my web fluid hardens on contact with air,” he continued, tossing the cartridge lightly in his hand. “But when it mixes with that stuff?”

He lobbed the cartridge straight into Morrie’s torso.

“It turns into something closer to cement.”

For a split second nothing happened.

Then Morrie’s expression shifted.

Horror spread across his face as the mixture inside his body began to thicken.

-

Spider-Man rushed toward the container he’d seen Black Cat fall into.

Felicia had managed to cling to the rim, her gloved fingers gripping the metal edge, but every time she tried to pull herself up her arms slipped and she slid back down with a wet squelch.

Peter skidded to a stop beside the vat.

A large sticker on the side caught his eye.

LUBELIFE

“…Oh.”

That explained the problem.

Felicia glared up at him, strands of gel clinging to her mask and hair.

“Don’t you dare laugh.”

Peter raised both hands defensively.

“I wasn’t going to!”

He paused.

“…Much.”

Using his powers to stick to the slick surface, and Felicia, Spider-Man managed to pull Black Cat out of the vat. Even with all her training, she had trouble standing.

She sat down for a moment, wiped gel from her gloves, and pointed at Morrie.

“So what happened to our liquid loser?”

Peter looked up proudly.

“Science happened.”

-

“You fell into a vat of lube during a supervillain fight.” MJ snickered.

Felicia tried very hard to look anywhere but at her.

“Not my proudest moment.”

MJ tilted her head.

“…I’m starting to see why that one stuck in your memory.”

Felicia snorted softly.

“Well at least the evening ended with a bang.”

-

Spider-Man had called the cops and explained the situation. They slipped out as soon as they heard the sirens and the first officers entering the warehouse.

Felicia could barely walk, let alone run. Her suit was smeared with the stuff, every step a slippery struggle.

So Spider had ended up carrying her.

Which she really didn’t mind.

They made their way back to her nearby safehouse, a minimalist loft tucked above a quiet stretch of storefronts.

The cleanup turned into a futile, increasingly ridiculous affair.

Towels only smeared the lube around. Every attempt to wipe it off just spread it further, turning the whole situation into an intimate comedy of errors.

Eventually they gave up and retreated to the shower.

They stepped in with their suits still on at first, the hot water beating down on them as they tried to scrub the stubborn slickness from the fabric.

It… didn’t help much.

So Felicia made an executive decision.

“Rip it, Spider. Just tear it off,” she said. “I’ve got plenty of clothes and spare suits lying around.”

Spider-Man clung to the fabric of her suit, positioning both hands on her hips. One display of strength later and she was naked from the waist down. She had chosen to forgo underwear tonight. Prior to being interrupted by Hydro-Man she had other plans for their date.

While never **** or timid in bed, he was always thinking of needs. So this display of confidence, of sudden dominance, immediately got her motor running.

Felicia shuddered. “It’s still there,” she moaned softly. “The slickness. I can feel it, and it isn’t just the lube anymore.”

She moved her hips backward, grinding into him. She could feel his hardness growing, his need for her burning.

His hands slowly moved toward her breasts, feeling up every part of her body along the way, telling her he was as excited as she was. She reached behind to pull his suit down, and then everything happened so fast.

First he tore off the remains of her suit, and then he was inside her, all the way inside her. They had sex before, lots of it, but this wasn’t just sex. He was fucking her hard, taking her right to the edge.

“God, yes, right there!” she moaned, her voice shaking with each impact. The sensation was unreal. There was no burn, no catch, just a seamless, fluid pistoning that rubbed her inner walls with precision.

Her climax was building fast, his dominance so refreshing.

“I’m gonna… Spider, I’m gonna…!”

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her knees gave out as her toes curled. Her pussy contracted in violent spasms, overwhelmed by the pleasure his dick gave her.

She fell forward against the shower wall as her body convulsed. At the same moment, driven by his own need and the incredible slickness, Peter pulled back for a deeper thrust.

His cock, gleaming with her wetness and the lube, slid completely out of her soaking pussy.

There was a split second of empty, cool air, which had her pussy crying out in need.

Then, guided by the same forceful momentum and the absolute lack of friction, the broad head of his penis pressed not against her labia, but against the tight, untouched pucker of her asshole.

Felicia gasped, a sharp, startled intake of breath. Before her mind could even form the thought no, that’s not…, the impossible slickness did its work. There was no painful resistance, no tearing pressure. With a soft, wet pop that she felt more than heard, he slid inside. Not just the tip. The entire, thick length of him, buried itself in her ass in one smooth, shocking invasion.

“Oh!” The sound was pure, undiluted surprise.

Peter, lost in the haze of her pussy’ climax and his own driving need, didn’t notice the change in texture, the tighter, hotter clutch. He just felt the incredible, silken tightness and, thinking he was still buried in her cunt, he groaned in approval and began to fuck her again.

This was different. So different. The fullness was absolute, overwhelming. It was a deep, internal pressure that touched places inside her she never knew could feel pleasure. The initial shock melted, replaced by a taboo, thrilling heat. The slickness made it not just possible, but easy, and his relentless, rough pace turned the invasion into something else entirely.

A second, more profound orgasm began to coil in her belly, unrelated to the first. This one was darker, deeper, born from the sheer wrongness of it and the undeniable, brutal pleasure he was wringing from her newly claimed hole. She was being taken, completely and by accident, and her body was singing for it.

“Harder,” she heard herself beg, her voice a ragged whisper. “Don’t you dare stop, fuck me harder!”

He obliged, his hands gripping her slick hips, his balls slapping against her as he pistoned into her ass with abandon. The new orgasm didn’t crest, it detonated. It was a full-body convulsion that had her reconsidering her life’s choices. She screamed, a raw, continuous sound of utter surrender as the pleasure tore through her, wave after wave, each one deeper than the last, her ass clenching rhythmically around his invading length.