Rocket with Roxy

Peter’s spider-sense warned him of an incoming object. Said incoming object was rocket shaped and headed right towards him. Peter’s attention however was not on the rocket itself, but on the woman who was riding it.

“Roxy Rocket?”

“Out of my way Spider!” Roxy yelled. Her rocket was headed towards him at top speed. Spider-Man jumped out of the way and attached a web-line to it. Peter dropped his duffle bag and held on to dear life.

“Hey, this isn’t a joyride!” Roxy yelled again.

“Oh yeah, well Manhattan is a no fly zone!” Spider-Man replied. “I thought you worked out of Gotham!”

“Batman's no fun anymore, and this is a city of new beginning's. I plan on making a comeback.” Roxy hollered. Roxy pulled a switch on her rocket that increased her speed. The rocket twisted and turned around every building in Manhattan. Peter swung from left to right, over buildings and under bridges, but never let go. However the accelerated speed started to get to him.

‘I don’t think I’m gonna be able to have dinner if I keep riding this woman’s rocket. If I can climb my Web-Line closer to her, my Spider-Tracers EMP should shut her down.’

So Peter reached with one hand after the other. Climbing the web closer and closer to the rocket. Roxy looked below and was shocked Spider-Man still had the strength to hold on despite all the adrenaline.

“Okay Spider, let’s have a view.” Roxy yelled. Flying her rocket to the direction of the Empire State Building. Roxy than pulled up and started riding up the skyscraper at the highest speed she could go.

But Spider-Man held on and climbed more and more. They had just passed the lightning rod of Empire State when Peter was close enough to shoot an electrified Spider-Tracer. On impact the rocket shut off.

"No, come on baby don't die on me!" Roxy jumped off the rocket and pulled her parachute. Spider-Man was more focused on the rocket as could fall and kill someone. So Peter acted quickly by grabbing the rocket with a web-line and pulling it towards the Empire State lightning rod. He than wrapped more webbing around it to prevent it from falling and not damaging the rod.

'Your welcome New York. I saved your tax dollars and gave our beloved skyscraper a cool Christmas ornament. Man I envy the cleanup crew whose gonna have to get this down.'

Peter woke himself from his inner gloating and remembered Roxy had parachuted. Luckily she did not get far as the chute snagged on a pole. Unluckily the chute itself was ripping and Roxy was in a panic.

"Hang on I'm coming!" Spider-Man leaped into action when he swung around to grab Roxy as the chute gave way. He swung her to the safety of the observation area of the skyscraper. But once they got there, Roxy never stopped letting go of Spider-Man.

"Well I'm sure you know learned the dangers of flying rockets up skyscrapers--

Peter was cut off by Roxy pushing him to the ground, hoisting up his mask and pushing her lips to his in a tongue battling kiss. Peter was confused by two things...Roxy Rocket kissing him and at himself for not pushing her off.

“That was the best thrill I’ve had in my entire life. Batman would have never let me have this much fun. But you Spider-Man, you know how to make a woman’s heart race.” Roxy said in a fired up tone.

“Umm…your welcome?” Was all Peter could say at the moment. Especially when Roxy went straight back to making out with the Web-slinger. Things got more turned up when she started working his pants off. This time Peter wanted to throw her off. But his body refused to move. After effects from the inertia of swinging from the moving rocket was probably to blame.

Peter was helpless when the rocket themed villainess freed his cock from his spandex and began stroking it hard.

“An impressive joystick. It needs some polish however…”

Roxy’s method of polishing involved putting Peter’s girth into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

“Fuck.” Peter groaned. It only drove the former stunt pilot to suck more. And suck every inch of his dick she did. Nothing wasn't left unpolished by the rocketeers mouth.

“This rocket I think needs a test launch, huh Spider?” Roxy winked at the hero.

‘Can I say no? Do I even want to???’

It was too late to even say anything when Roxy put her lips to Peter’s head and started to jerk him off intensely. Her tongue twirled along his ever stiffening head and that was all she wrote. Peter let go and sent wave after wave of seed into Roxy’s open mouth.

“Now that you’ve passed the testing stage, it’s time for lift off.” Roxy started undoing her lower outfit and panties. She then took her place on Peter’s resurgent manhood. After slowly descending onto Peter’s cock, Roxy unhooked her pilot helmet and threw it to the side. Then came the rest of her outfit, her flight jacket and tank top were thrown off, revealing the woman’s lack of a bra.

“You enjoy sticking to walls? Stick to these instead.” Roxy moaned when she grabbed Peter’s hands and placed them over her generous set of tits. Roxy began moving up and down his cock. Her eyes closed in ecstasy riding the web-slinger.

‘God this lady is hot and tight…cmon Peter, snap out of it. You have three hot girlfriends at your new apartment expecting you for dinner, and here you are letting this admittedly sexy supervillain ride you on top of Empire State.’

Peter watched Roxy cry out and pick up her pace on his hard shaft. Feeling the villains walls squeeze around was to much.

‘Well Peter, you might as well enjoy this while you can.’

It was in this moment that Peter’s body roared to life and turned the tables on the rocket rider.

He grabbed her waist and threw her to the ground but not to hard which lifted her off of Peter’s cock. But the separation was temporary when Peter spread her legs and plowed his dick right back in.

“You want this badly enough, you’ll get it on my terms Roxy.” Peter grinned as he started thrusting.

“FUCK YES, don’t you dare stop!” The villain screamed.

Peter did no such thing and continued to pound into her pussy. His hands and mouth would maul at her breasts when he felt the need. Roxy let herself be molded and ravaged by Spider-Man.

“I want you to fill me Spider. Fuel me up and I’ll sing like bird!” Roxy begged.

“You no longer have a choice, but you did ask nicely.” Peter’s thrusts sped up faster and faster when finally both of them came. Roxy let her gate open for th river of seed to enter her womb. Her cunt extracted all that th Spider would give. And he had plenty to give.

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The two had their costumes back on when the sun started setting. When Roxy was done, she handed the Web-slinger a disc drive.

“This is what I was hired to steal today. It’s data from Oscorp servers.” Roxy said.

“How did you get into Oscorp?” Spider-Man asked puzzled.

“I stole a pass from a drunk security guard. I just used the backdoor, got what I needed and I was to send the data to a yacht at the docks. But they would only collect at a certain time before departing. Guess I got distracted and missed my payday.” Roxy winked.

“Why you thought? Stealing disc data is outside your usual M,O.”

“The money was too good to pass up and this wasn't a direct job. This was open to anyone who wanted it.” Roxy added.

“So you’re probably not the only villain in town right now stealing from Oscorp.” Peter complained. His mind racing with potential foes he’d might run into.

“And before you ask, the client was anonymous.” Roxy said way ahead of Peter’s next question. But Peter had a feeling that this was Luther’s doing.

“Well Spider-Man, you not only saved me, but you showed me one hell of a good time. I surrender.” Roxy held out her hands to be cuffed or in this case webbed.

“As far as I’m concerned, your only crime was flying a rocket without a license ma’am. I will be taking this disc with me and you’ll be going on the next plane back to Gotham with a slap on the wrist. Next time I will not be so forgiving.” Peter said firm but fairly. Despite his better instinct. Roxy just gave him a clue to what future troubles will plague New York.

The fact that he just spent the last few hours banging her absolutely affected his judgement.

Roxy dropped her hands and kissed Spider-Man his partly unmasked face.

“I accept these terms. I suppose you’re gonna swing me down to the street.” Roxy smiled.

Peter did just that, putting his mask back on and sweeping the rocket-less villainess off her feet. After putting her down on the street, Roxy’s final act was to hand the Web-slinger a card with her phone number on it.

“Anytime you want to fly with Roxy again, Spider.” Said the stunt pilot with a wink before boarding a taxi for the airport. Blowing another kiss from the cabs back window.

‘You did good today Pete…now all you got to do is grab your packed bag from the roof you left it on and explain to your probably angry lovers as to why your late. Probably wanna leave out the part about having sex with a villain…you sometimes do bring this on yourself huh Pete.’

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Peter grabbed the rest of his things from the roof he left them on. It’s a good thing he had some Spider-Tracers in the bag so he could find it. Peter scaled the top of the complex before making it to the balcony of the penthouse. It was dark and defiantly past dinner time.

However when Peter entered, there was no waiting confrontation with his lovers. Instead when Peter entered the dining area, there was a note on the counter.

‘Dinner wrapped up in the fridge. Enjoy Tiger.’ It said along with having three sets of lipstick marks on it that made Peter smile. When Peter opened the fridge, he saw that dinner was slices of New York’s finest pizza.

After he filled his stomach and got a quick shower, Peter approached a sight only men could ever dream about. His three lovers, Gwen, Mary Jane and Felicia were later in bed asleep naked and cuddled up with one another. If Peter had the energy, he would photograph this moment. Instead he slowly and carefully slipped in to bed to join the spoon fest. The girls instinctively parted to give him space as if they sensed his coming.

Now Peter found himself on a comfy bed surrounded by three women who loved him. Felicia was on his left side nicely rested with her body pressed to his and his left arm wrapped around her. Gwen and MJ meanwhile had a pace sharing situation but Pete still managed to wrap his right arm around both of them.

Peter then began to drift into the realm of sleep with feelings of content and happiness. With his mind adrift in the realm of dreams, the threads of reality continued to be formed anew by Peter’s subconscious imagination.