NOVEL NEXT Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The whole while her eyes were looking up at him for approval, not needing to see what she was doing, like her tongue had taken the helm and was taking care of everything.
She licked his dick up and down like a Popsicle over and over, getting it thoroughly wet before her lips would engulf the head.
She held it there for a moment, watching him writhe and moan, hands gripping her wrists for support, before she let it out with a pop and smirk.
She would repeat this, each time taking another inch into her mouth.
Eight rounds of this later, she was beginning to use a hand, gripping the base of his cock as she took the rest of him into her mouth, almost deep throating, and wrapped her tongue around the pole as she bobbed her head.
As she blew him, he couldn't help but compare her style to Mary Jane's.
Cat was not a vigorous one, opting for style and smooth motions, tactical advances of her lips and tongue to make up for the speed and vitality that other girls, like Mary Jane, used.
Mary Jane, as stated, was the opposite.
Sure she liked to tease and play with the cock before finally taking it, but when she did, did she ever suck like a pro, bobbing and weaving, faster and faster until you came like a garden hose.
However, he couldn't pit which one was better than the other. It was like comparing Star Wars to Lord of the Rings.
Both had their strengths and weaknesses, but both gave you a good nerd-gasm, and these girls gave the regular kind of orgasm. Speaking of...
"Ah shit! Cat, Cat I'm gonna come!" he managed out.
With Mary Jane, he usually doesn't have the second thought to warn her, but she liked to swallow, so she didn't mind, and could read him like a book anyway, so she would see it coming.
So could Black Cat, feeling the veins pulsate and the cupped balls pull up.
Unlike Mary Jane, she would not swallow. Instead she pulled out the cock and quickly aimed it at her chest, shaking her head to move her hair off her shoulders to avoid splash damage to her well kept hair.
The web slinger's white fluid spilled upon her chest with great abundance, laying down a good helping of cum on top of and between her breasts.
A heavy drop rolled down her middle and a clawed finger scooped it back up to be sucked off her finger. Giving that finger a pop like she had his cock, she smiled.
Standing, without words, she began to peel off her suit.
Already unzipped, she pulled it down off her arms and then pushed the remaining covering down her long and strong legs, pulling her feet out of her fur laced stilletoes and stood before him as a sexual goddess.
Her body was no mystery having given her suit and how much it showed, but like before, it was much better to see her in the flesh than just the outline of her form.
Her nipples were hard as diamonds, standing proud upon her breasts, which did not sag in the least despite their size.
She knew he would guess they were fake, but he would know better soon enough. Bare hands began to massage said tits, working the cum against her skin like a lotion, she moaning as she locked eyes with him.
Spidey couldn't believe the sight. This beautiful woman, this criminal, was treating his jizz, HIS, like it was a precious substance!
He gulped again and licked his lips slightly.
He reached up to pull his mask up to expose his mouth again, wanting to suck on those tits like a starving babe, but she stopped him.
"I said keep the mask on, Spidey," she said without reason as to why, and he wouldn't ask, lest he ensue some rage from her and she walk out on that moment, though she doubted she could see a reason to leave him now.
She was hornier than he at this point. "Lay back," she again said simply, pointing to the ground to be extra clear what she wanted him to do.
Again without question he did as she wanted. He laid back onto the gravel, the dirt and rock pressing into his back, but he didn't mind really. His mind was focused on other things.
He as he watched her sway her hips, her breasts hopping ever so slightly as she approached, he noticed his cock was still hard and he was thankful for that.
His youthful stamina allowed him to get a hard on soon after climax, but then any man could probably do the same when faced with a naked Black Cat.
As she aimed herself over him, staring down at him with a proud smile, he finally managed to find words.
"Um...I don't exactly keep a...you know...on me," he nervously admitted. He had just gotten a blow job and he couldn't say "condom" in front of her.
She smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure your Spidey-Sense will tell you when it's safe to pull out," she replied with a wink.
It really didn't work that way, and he would be hard pressed to pull out when she was on top, but again he wouldn't argue, in fact she started to make sense.