Make her plan come to fruition

"I'll be out in a minute, Felicia," MJ told the young woman as she tried to close the door, but she caught the door and easily pushed herself inside, locking the door behind her.

"Actually, MJ..." Felicia had her trademarked smirk. "I'd like a word with you..."

"Whatever," Mary Jane knew she couldn't prevent the inevitable. "Just make it fast, Felicia... I am in no mood for chatting right now."

"Oh, I am sure you aren't..." Felicia agreed.

"Okay, listen," The supermodel knew it was one of Felicia's mind games. "I really don't have time for this right now."

"For someone with so little time, you seem to accomplish a lot, MJ..."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it looks like I am not the only trophy slut in the neighborhood," Felicia spitefully said.

"Excuse me?" Mary Jane wasn't about to be insulted by a former thief.

"Please, cut the act!" The Cat was more objective. "I know about your 'under-the-table-fling' with the fatso!"

"Not again, Felicia!" The supermodel hid her concern. "We have been through this already; I have no feelings for the man besides hate!"

"Really?" The young woman laughed. "Imagine my surprise to find his sticky cum splattered under the table, dripping to the floor... Certainly, you don't have any idea how it got there then, do you?"

"W-What? Of course not!" MJ lied, blushing. "Such depraved thing is so typical of him!"

"How come I can smell it all over you?" Felicia kept pushing. "Your fingers are moist... Have you been licking them?"

"I had enough of this!" MJ snapped and tried to move past the cat-burglar. "I am out of here!"

"Relax, MJ," Felicia held the redhead's arm, preventing her to leave. "That is not the reason I am here."

"What is it, then?" Mary Jane wiggled her arm free.

"A box full of trophies..." Felicia started explaining. "Over thirty of them..."

'OhMyGod,' MJ thought. 'I had no idea that there were so many...'

Felicia smirked as she noticed the redhead's expression, unable to hold back a derisive grin. "He's quite the stud isn't he?"

"I-I have no idea what you are talking about," Mary Jane fussed.

"Well, I can see why he's so popular," Felicia grinned again. "With the equipment he has; it would make a lot of grown men cry of envy."

"Oh, Felicia, be serious for a moment," Mary Jane complained. "Is this about Craig again? This is getting old quite fast!"

"Don't you want to know what really happened?" Felicia asked. "Doesn't the void concerning the recent events bother you?"

"H-How?" MJ was dumbfounded. Felicia clearly wasn't who she appeared to be; she knew a lot more than she was telling the supermodel. "What the hell happened? Was it you?"

"Poor Mary Jane..." The Cat mocked her. "Always the one clueless..."

"Please, tell me!" MJ wanted to put an end to all her doubts.

Felicia kept looking at her with a devilish grin on her soft, red lips for the longest time, then finally spoke. "If I do that, what's in it for me?"

"What?" Mary Jane asked, a confused look on her face. "What do you mean?"

'What is Felicia hinting at,' Mary Jane asked herself? 'What does she want in return for helping me?'

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" Felicia asked, getting to the sink and staring herself at the mirror.

"Thought about what?" Mary Jane wanted to know, more confused than ever as she watched the young woman saunter across the room and admire herself at the mirror.

"Us!" Felicia purred, casually.

"Us?" Mary Jane choked out, gulping down a big swallow.

"Yes, you and I," Felicia said, turning back to face Mary Jane. "You mean that you've never even thought of what it would be like? You and I..."

Mary Jane had to admit to herself that Felicia was quite attractive. However, it wasn't something she had really considered. It had just been a naughty thought brought on by her own frustration with the situation that the cat-burglar had put her in.

"Absolutely not!" Mary Jane murmured, watching Felicia slink across the room toward her.

Then, Felicia stopped directly in front of her and reached down to Mary Jane's breast, slowly tickling her fingers over her dress' top. MJ felt giddy with excitement as she let Felicia scoot over until their thighs were touching, brushing against each other as electricity arced between them.

"Maybe we should get to know each other a little better," Felicia purred, letting her fingers boldly tickle up and down Mary Jane's leg while she studied her face. "What do you say?"

"W-What are you doing?" Mary Jane mumbled, her legs instinctively spreading as Felicia moved her hand down between them.

Spreading her legs wider, Mary Jane saw the confident smile on Felicia's lips. She could feel Felicia's hand cupping her pussy, rubbing it through her skirt.

Then, Mary Jane felt the soft tips of Felicia's fingers on her own hand, lifting it and moving it over to her lap. Their eyes are locked onto each other as Mary Jane felt Felicia push her hand up, sliding it under the edge of her own skirt and onto her crotch. Mary Jane's heart was thudding loudly as she ran her fingers over the smooth silkiness of Felicia's panties, feeling the obvious warmth and dampness beneath it.

"Touch me," Felicia murmured.

Breathlessly, Mary Jane moved her fingers over the slippery surface of the fabric until she found the lacy edge of the leg-hole. Easing her fingers under the elastic band, she felt her fingertips brush over a small tuft of hair, then over the fleshy folds encircling the moist core of her womanhood; she gently slipped two trembling fingers down inside the warm opening of Felicia's hot, clutching cunt. As she did, she heard a barely perceptible gasp escape from Felicia's lips as the distance between Felicia's long, shapely legs grew wider. Pushing her fingers deeper into the liquid heat of Felicia's pussy, she let her fingers explore the goo-filled chasm.

Mary Jane watched Felicia melt back against the sink, surrendering herself to her long, probing fingers.

"Does that feel good?" The Black Cat growled, working her fingers in and out of the hot muck of the young woman's snatch. "Do you like your fingers in my hot cunt?"

Mary Jane was so highly charged by their erotic connection, she had to find a way to discharge the sparking charge that filled her pussy. Just then, Felicia dropped to the floor in front of her. Spinning on her knees, she shoved her hands under MJ's skirt and quickly tugged her sheer panties down her long legs. Sheer, black panties, just like the ones she had found in Craig's little box. Did the supermodel always wear those? Was her poor, little pussy in mourning, Felicia giddily thought?

Pulling them down off over MJ's dainty feet, Felicia tossed them aside like so much garbage and shoved Mary Jane's legs apart. Shoving MJ's skirt up, Felicia leaned down over her pussy. The heady aroma of her seething womanhood filled her nostrils as she placed her mouth directly over the hair covered mound and gently sucked on it. A quiet moan escaped from Mary Jane's lips as Felicia began to work her tongue up and down over the juice-filled slit, feeling MJ's hot fluid seeping out and coating her tongue with its sticky heat.

Felicia began to lick her slowly, adoringly, subtly running her probing tongue into the creamy warmth of Mary Jane's cunt. Mary Jane let out a soft pleasure moan as she felt Felicia's hot tongue dig deeper inside her. She could feel the tongue licking and lapping at the soft mush of her pussy as she pushed herself back against Felicia, pressing her hot ass against her face.

Felicia purposefully avoided Mary Jane's hard, jutting clit, wanting to prolong the pleasure and misery for the supermodel. Mary Jane could feel Felicia's hot mouth on her pussy, licking, sucking, toying, and tormenting her with her lips and tongue. Hot, sweet juice was pouring out of Mary Jane's cunt, and pouring onto the cat-burglar's lapping tongue as Felicia hungrily swallowed it down.

Enjoying the feel of Mary Jane's warm, slippery flesh on her tongue, Felicia feasted on its juicy succulence as Mary Jane's hips wriggled and shook.

"More! More! Please!" MJ begged, thrusting herself back against Felicia's face.

At last, Mary Jane thought to herself as she felt Felicia's hot tongue slowly tickle up and over her throbbing clit. Arching her back to open herself to Felicia, she felt Felicia's tongue flick back and forth across her clit several times. But then, she felt it slowly licking back down the juice-filled furrow between her pussy lips, across the little stretch of no man's land and down into the crack of her ass.

"Oh God," she muttered out as she felt Felicia's tongue wetly drift over the rosebud of her asshole.

Felicia dove down between her quivering thighs, thrusting three fingers into Mary Jane's drooling pussy as she dropped her tongue down onto her sensitive, jutting clit. She began to tongue it, gently massaging it between her lips as Mary Jane groaned out her appreciation. Now using the flat of her tongue, she raked it across the raw, tingling clit at the same time searching for her friend's G-spot with her probing fingers. Finding it, she roughly rubbed it several times as a loud, **** gasp escaped from Mary Jane's lips.

Mary Jane's ass shot up off the sink as she strained and trembled, thrusting her pelvis against Felicia's busy mouth. More and more pussy juice spewed out of her clutching pussy, squirting it onto the Cat's chin as Felicia continued to mouth her pussy and clit. The supermodel's orgasm seemed to last forever, but, finally, it was over.

Gasping for breath with her big tits heaving up and down, Mary Jane looked down at Felicia's juice-slathered face with a surprised little smile on her lips.

"Damn!" The redhead muttered. "I have to admit, that was fucking fantastic!"

"It certainly was," Felicia grinned, running her tongue around her lips to lick away the glistening coating of goo that circled her mouth. "Makes you consider giving up men..."

Both of them laughed softly, while recovering their composure.

"So," Mary Jane finally murmured. "What about our deal?"

"Huh?" Felicia mumbled, with a confused look on her face.

"What do you know about what happened to me?" Mary Jane twisted one of Felicia's nipples between her finger and thumb.

"You will know soon enough," Felicia smiled back at her, running her fingertips down Mary Jane's arm. "Sooner than you think, actually..."

Suddenly, Felicia unlocked the door and stormed out of the room. "I'll be seeing you, Red..." She winked and left.

***

Craig had waited for what seemed like an eternity. The object of his desire and her over bearing husband finally arrived at the cabin. Craig knew Parker did not like him, and pretty much didn't care. He was going to give the young couple time, hopefully time enough for Mary Jane to slip out of that tight dress before he made his entrance as the poor, abandoned, homeless kid with nowhere to stay.

"What the hell was that?" Peter said closing the door to their cabin.

"What was what?" Mary Jane said, setting her purse down on the coffee table.

"Katzenburg!" Peter said. "He kissed you, Mary Jane."

"It was a harmless peck." Mary Jane said walking toward the bedroom. "Let's go to bed, Pete."

"Harmless peck on the lips, it almost looked like you kissed him back." Peter said frowning.

"Don't be silly, did your Spidey-sense go off?" She giggled kissing him on the cheek.

"No." Peter said smiling, like his wife he had a bit too much wine.

"Mmm! Oh, Tiger." Mary Jane cooed as Peter kissed her. The tight black dress was hung neatly in the closet. And the two were covering one another in hugs and kisses when a succession of sharp knocks on the front door garnered their attention.

"Ignore it, Pete." Mary Jane said, holding him close to her.

"Someone could be in trouble, honey." Peter said rising from the bed and donning a robe.

'Always the hero!' Mary Jane mumbled as Peter went to the door.

'You have got to be fucking kidding me!' Parker thought, after opening the door and seeing the nephew of Katzenburg standing there with a pathetic look on his face. "What is it now, boy?"

"Who is it, Tiger?" Mary Jane queried entering the living room after donning a short teddy.

"Katzenburg's nephew!" Peter said in an annoyed tone.

"I-I'm sorry to bother you guys... I got nowhere to stay. Uncle Nick picked up some prostitute and kicked me out." Craig said.

"How dare he? Does the man have no honor at all?" Mary Jane said, her anger evident in her voice. She wasn't sure if her anger was because Nick had left his young nephew with no shelter for the night, or from jealousy. She instantly began to curse herself for feeling any type of jealousy toward the man.

"We should go there right now and confront him!" The redhead suggested, unsure of her own motives.

"Come on! How can you let her tell you what to do, man? You got to tell her who is in charge here! Cut this 'Tiger' crap, bitch!" Craig said, regretting the words almost immediately.

"What the hell did you say?" Peter said grabbing the kid by the shirt collar.

Mary Jane stared blankly as the boy apologized to her husband, saying how he was scared that he would have no place to sleep, scared and angry. He broke down telling Peter how life just seemed to get worse ever since he had to move in with his uncle.

Mary Jane said nothing, she simply stared forward. Those words, it was the same thing Peter said to her that first night in the cabin during their role playing. She didn't remember much of the night. Craig was there during the day. That night Peter fucked her like he had never fucked her before. His face was a blur the entire night. Peter had never been into role playing before that night or since. And seemed to, like her, not remember much of it.

Peter listened to the kid's story of woe, he was after all a part time teacher now, and with that came a certain sense of counselor as well. And Parker felt a strange bonding with the lad. He too hated Nick Katzenburg, and to hear someone else's anger directed at the fat man, well the phrase 'The enemy of my enemy, is my friend' came to mind. Peter thought to himself, as the boy rambled on about his uncle, most of it lies.

"Okay, junior, I understand what you are going through." Parker said. "But I am not sure staying here is a good idea."

He had called him Junior since the boy walked in, and Craig was getting sick of it. "Call me Craig!" He said in an irritated voice.

Mary Jane stepped back against the wall. Peter said that to her that night. In the same voice, the exact same voice. The walls seemed to close in on her. Was it Peter that night? He was big, too big. She was never sore after Peter made love to her but she was sore after that night.

"You have no idea what its like to be picked on all the time. Everyone calls me Junior, or druggy, or Bones, 'cause I'm skinny. I'm tired of it." Craig said peeling off his shirt. "Here! Yes, I am scrawny, so what? Don't you all have something you wish you could change?"

Parker knew exactly what it was like; he was picked on constantly in high school. And like Craig he was skinny. Skinny before the radioactive spider bit him. Peter Parker was not addicted to ****. No, his **** was science, and this labeled him a nerd of the highest order. Even after being bit by the radioactive spider he was teased constantly. Before the spider bite he could not fight back because he was too weak. After the spider bite he could not fight back because it would jeopardize his identity, and worse he could seriously hurt somebody. Yes, Peter Parker knew exactly what it was like to be an outsider.

"I'm sorry, Craig." Peter admitted. "You're right." The teenager was surprised Parker did not yell at him; perhaps there was more to him than met the eye.

'Skinny'! God, the kid was skinny; just like the masked man who fucked the crap out of Felicia Hardy while Mary Jane watched on like a depraved voyeur. Memories seemed to flood her mind. Images of her hands on Peter's skinny waist and chest, trying to hold him back as he plunged that fat cock in and out of her tight pussy. 'Call me Craig, bitch! Suck my cock while your husband sleeps!' Words seemed to echo in her mind from that night, venomous words that Peter spoke while fucking her. Words Peter never spoke.

Mary Jane suddenly gasped as the boy turned his back to her. Scratch marks adorned his skinny back, they were everywhere. Was the masked man Craig? Did Felicia scratch his back in lust?

"What happened to your back?" Peter said; the concern in his voice was genuine. "Did your uncle do that to you?"

"It's nothing." The kid lied. "Uncle Katz gets a bit aggressive when he drinks..."

"Coward!" Peter shouted, outraged. "I will have a little talk with him, first thing in the morning!"

Memories of watching Felicia and the masked man flooded the brain of Mrs. Parker; the masked man fucked Felicia from behind, there was no scratching going on. Mary Jane gazed at her own fingernails, long and red. She scratched Peter's back that night. She clawed and scratched him and bit into his shoulder as he pounded his skinny ass into her. She wanted to move closer to Craig, she had to look at his shoulder; pray there were no bite marks, no sign of a hickey.

"Wow, Mr. Parker, I know I'm young but damn!" Craig said leering at Mary Jane. "Your wife is so fucking hot in that outfit!"

Peter glanced over his shoulder towards Mary Jane who was dressed in a see through nightie, her laced bra and panties clearly visible; she was indeed a spectacular display of beauty. Her big tits were openly displayed with pinkish tips covered by the translucent cups of her bra; the material was so thin, Craig could easily make out the jutting knobs of her nipples thrusting out against it. The top offered no support whatsoever to her mountainous tits as they frolicked and bobbled about freely, threatening to escape from the tiny cups at any moment.

Running his eyes downward, he saw that the bottom of her outfit barely even covered the tiny swath of red curls that he knew was hidden beneath it along with her cunt. The top of the V couldn't be more that two inches across and the bottom of the V bulged out on each side with a distinct vaginal crease running down its center. And below that, the V narrowed even more, down to nothing more than a lace disappearing between her long, luscious legs before it curved up between the cheeks of her delightful ass. The only thing that held it secured around her waist were the two tiny little bows that rested on each hip.

The kid couldn't help but appreciate the curve of her legs arcing out from her tiny undergarment. They were perfectly shaped by the tall high heels she wore. MJ was leaning against a wall and looked like she had seen a ghost; as he sneaked another quick look, she drew even more attention to them by bobbing her foot and making the shoe jiggle up and down.

"Mary Jane?" Peter said concerned, ignoring the boy's words.

"I-I'm sorry, Pete... I forgot how I was dressed. We can't just let him sleep outside, Tiger." She said turning for the hall way and quickly moving toward the bedroom and away from the skinny kid, his words, and those damn scratches. "Let's go to bed."

"Okay, Junior, you can stay the night. I would hope this would serve as a lesson to you not to go with your uncle on any more trips." Parker said, then threw down a sheet and blanket on the couch.

***

Fifteen minutes had passed since the couple left the young man alone in the living room. It didn't take Mary Jane long to forget about Craig and his scratch marks. Peter was all over her kissing her delicately holding her face against his own. Her tight black lace thong and matching bra was at the foot of the bed. Her black nightie was crumpled around her waist, she was going to remove her thigh high stockings but Peter liked them on, and told her so through slurred words.