Black Cat: Top of the World

Author's Note: This story is set during the period where Spider-Man was

first dating the Black Cat and was wearing his black costume, before he

discovered it was a living entity.  Both characters are TM and (C) Marvel

Comics and their use here is meant strictly as parody for readers 18 years

and older.

   I actually started this story a while ago (around the time I wrote

Catwoman: The Eros Formula), so if some parts seem a bit rough, that's the

reason.  I figured I'd been sitting on it so long now that I might as well

finish it off and get it out there.  That said, I hope you like it.

   *

   Using all his strength, Spider-Man swung upward on the webline until it

reached its apex, then coiled his muscles and launched himself high into

the night sky.

   With nothing to hold him there, he began a series of aerial acrobatics

that, had anyone been able to see them, they would have floored their

audience with their rapid, intricate beauty.

   He allowed himself to fall for only a short while -- though it felt much

longer than it actually was -- before he fired off another webline and came

to land on the rooftop he'd been aiming for.

   Made it.  And under five minutes, too.

   With nothing else to do, Spidey perched himself on the edge of the

building and looked out at the city beneath him, pulsating with life and

light.

   A faint ringing of his spider-sense alerted him to a presence behind

him. He smiled underneath his mask.

   "Hi, Felicia." He said.

   The Black Cat dropped down onto the rooftop, pouting.

   "Damn!  Not only did you beat me here, but you heard me coming, too.  No

fair."

   He turned around to look at her.

   "Sorry, Cat.  But the Amazing Spider-Man pulls no punches in a skyline

race.  You're just gonna have to try and keep up next time."

   "Oh, shut up," she said, poking her tongue out at him.  "You have

superpowers.  I don't."

   "That's what all the losers say," he replied, before she playfully

punched him in the arm.  "Heh heh...ow."

   They both returned their attention to the skyline, the buildings

reflecting the moon's light.  They were on the highest peak of the GE

Building, the center of Rockefeller Plaza.  It had all begun with a frisky

Felicia challenging the webslinger to a cross-city race, and while he was

in the middle of agreeing to it, she had already set off to assure herself

a head start.

   "It's beautiful." Black Cat said, admiring the sight of the city.

   "MmHmm." Spidey replied.

   "You know," she said, lacing her arms around his chest from behind him.

He could feel her breasts press up against his back and felt a little giddy

at the prospect.  "All this racing is enough to get all the adrenaline

pumping...  get a person all worked up.  You worked up, Spider?"

   Her hands started to trace the definition of his chest and abs, and with

a stifled cough he replied;

   "Uh...I guess you could say I am.  Sure."

   Though they'd been dating for months now, they were still yet to have

sex.  They'd made out plenty of times, almost exclusively on rooftops, and

though they had gotten pretty far on a few occasions, something had always

happened to prevent the action from occurring.

   It was starting to weigh on Peter's mind, especially after seeing

Felicia again after he'd gotten back from the alien Battleworld and all the

craziness that had gone on there.  Thanks to that unforeseen trip, and the

number of times he almost died on it, he'd come to realize how much he

cared for her.

   True, he'd been somewhat hurt by her less-than-enthusiastic reaction

when he revealed his secret identity to her.  Her disappointment with his

living arrangements -- and his appearance -- played anxiously in the back

of his mind.  Despite how hard she tried to mask her feelings, Peter knew

she was in love with the Spider, and not so much with the Man.

   But that didn't matter.  He cared for her, and they had fun together.

Her enthusiasm and carefree spirit were incredibly appealing to him, even

if it meant she got him into trouble every now and then.  And the fact that

such a ravishingly beautiful woman with such an incredible body had a thing

for little ol' Peter Parker -- well, it was enough to get his blood

pumping.

   And then, with the suddenness of a webline shooting across the night's

sky, an amazing idea occurred to Peter.  Felicia would be the first girl to

have sex with him that knew about his powers!  He wouldn't have to mask his

strength, wouldn't have to conceal his abilities.  In fact, Peter realized

with a slowly growing amount of embarrassment, he could use his powers to

his benefit.  And to Felicia's.  He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought

of this before!

   But as quickly as the concept had come, he was starting to doubt it.

Wouldn't it be an abuse of his powers, and the responsibility he had to use

them justly, to exploit them in such a way?

   One look at Felicia -- her body in the moonlight, the wicked twinkle in

her eye -- and the doubts were quickly dispelled.

   'So I use my powers for something other than fighting crime for once.

It's no different than using them to take pictures for the Bugle so I can

pay the rent.  Only this time it's a whole lot more fun.'

   Peter was soon beaming beneath his mask.

   "Whatcha thinking about, Spider?" Felicia cooed into his ear, her lips

brushing along the side of his masked face.

   "Only you, Cat.  Only you." He said, turning towards her and stepping

down from the ledge he'd been perched on.  "C'mere, you.  I'm going to make

this a night you won't soon forget."

   "Ooh!" Felicia squealed in delight, melting into his embrace.  "You

promise?"

   His costume, made of the black material he'd found on Battleworld and

responsive to any mental command he gave it, retracted his mask enough to

expose his lower face, and not a moment too soon as he joined Felicia in a

passionate kiss, followed by another and another.  Their tongues danced

against each other, their hard bodies pressing into one another with

growing need.

   Peter slid his hands from Felicia's waist to her back to her ass,

squeezing and stroking all the while.  Finally his hands ran up her chest,

squeezing her supple, delicious breasts through the material of her

costume.

   "Mmm!  Oh, Spider!" She moaned her approval, raising her chest up to his

touch.  He flicked her tongue with his as his fingers fumbled around her

cleavage, searching for her zipper.  His heart was pounding so hard it felt

like his spider-sense was tingling, his face growing warm with

embarrassment as he struggled to free her from her outfit.

   Felicia pulled away.  Peter grew suddenly concerned that she had changed

her mind about all this, but she was grinning with far too much relish for

that to be the case.

   "Rip it." She told him.

   "Rip it?" He repeated.  "Your costume?  Really?"

   "Come on, Spider.  Live a little!  Now rip it." She said, pressing her

breasts back into his open hands.

   "You're the boss." He said, gripping her costume and, with one quick

pull, tearing it apart.

   "Wow!" She said, laughing delightedly.  "I meant a little tug, but you

really went for it, didn't you?" She stood now wearing nothing but her

mask, gloves, boots, and the tattered remains of her costume, her nipples

hardening from the brisk wind, the moonlight reflected in her fine thatch

of platinum pubic hair.

   "Uh, sorry.  I guess sometimes I don't know my own str..." Peter

replied, but she cut him off with a quick, deep kiss.  Her body was so hot

and smooth pressed up against his.  He felt a contact high just from

touching it.  He never dared imagine, in the midst of his nerdy high school

years, pre-spider bite, that a woman as incredible as Felicia Hardy would

ever want anything to do with him.

   But now here he was, with her standing naked in front of him beneath a

full moon, getting ready to fuck the former cat burglar -- the beautiful

woman who'd changed her criminal ways, all in a bid to win over his

affections.

   His cock was throbbing in time with the hammering of his heart -- a fact

that the Black Cat didn't fail to miss as she pressed her thighs against

his crotch.

   "Mmm!  You want it bad, don't you, Spider?" She whispered in his ear.

"You want to fuck my little pussy, don't you?  You want to give my pussy

all the cream you have to offer.  Is that right?"

   "More than anything, Felicia, yes." He replied.  She squeezed his cock

through his costume.  He groaned.

   "You're going to have to do something for me first," she said, taking

his hand in hers, leading it down between her thighs.  "You're going to

have to show my pussy a good time."

   She pressed his hand up against her exposed slit.  It was smouldering

for him, her outer folds already slick.  He sent a signal to his costume,

wanting to free his fingers, but Felicia stopped him.

   "I want to feel your gloves inside me." She said, her teeth flashing a

feline smile.

   "...Happy to oblige." He said, though his tone was less animated than it

would normally be.  Now it was low and serious, and the sound of it sent a

chill through the Black Cat.  Spider-Man was notorious for his wisecracking

nature.  Nothing could ever keep him from slinging jokes like he slung

webs. Nothing, it seemed, except for her.

   Now she was being distracted by another sound.  It was the squelching of

her cuntlips as Spider-Man parted them open, her juices dribbling from her

slit as he diddled her with his fingertips.

   She locked one hand around his wrist, forcing her thighs onto his

fingers as her other hand raked across his shoulders.

   "Ohhhh shhhhhiiiiit..." She murmured, her eyes closing.  "That's it,

lover.  Thhhhhat's it."

   She rolled her hips as he sank two fingers inside her.  Her breathing

growing heavy, Felicia nipped at his lips, licking at them teasingly,

taunting him into kissing her.  He took the bait, coiling his tongue around

hers as he fingered her twat.

   "F-fingerfuck me, Spider!" She urged him on.  "Frig my tight cunt!"

   He was too focused on the job he was performing to respond, though her

words didn't fail to excite him.  They urged him, in fact, making him build

up speed, his knuckles rubbing against her labia and his fingertips

brushing her g-spot.

   "Oh God!  Oh Jesus, yes!  You're getting me so...sooo..." She pressed

her bouncing tits up against his chest, her thighs rocking hard as she

panted against his cheek.

   She was mewing and moaning so much that Spider-Man knew that it wasn't

long until the Black Cat came.  Looking to prolong the agonizing ecstasy of

it, he pulled his fingers from the thick, bubbling liquid of her honeypot

and grabbed her ass.

   With a display of graceful strength one would expect of a superhero, he

hoisted her up into the air.

   "Spider!" She yelped but, knowing enough to go with it, she planted her

thighs on his shoulders.  She quickly wrapped her legs around his head,

pressing her feet into his back, her pussy now perfectly positioned in

front of his face.  She balanced herself with her hands on his head,

grasping the slick surface of his mask.

   "Ooh, baby!  You're so strong!" She cooed, but the words were muffled to

him.  All he knew was the warmth of her thighs, the tantalising musk of her

sex.  He took an exploratory lick.

   "Ah!" She wriggled against him, his hands holding tight to her rear,

massaging her firm, round ass.  "You tease!" Felicia leaned her head back,

her chest rising and her thighs parting wider.

   Peter started running the tip of his tongue up along the folds of

Felicia's pussy, studying the contours of it with his tastebuds and

swallowing the nectar that gushed so freely from her.

   "O!  O!  Ooohhhhhh!" The Black Cat purred as Spider-Man's tongue nuzzled

its way inside her ripe cherry.  He swirled and churned his tongue up and

down and in and out of her, his lips pressing against her clit before he

delved back down again, tongue-lashing the small wall of flesh between her

cunt and her ass.

   "Ffff!  Hhh!  Hhhhhh!  Ah!"

   Felicia's toes curled inside her boots, her feet kicking against nothing

but the pleasure Peter's enthusiastic tongue was offering her.

   Energized by her overwhelming response, it wasn't long before Peter was

lapping thirstily at her cunt, tongue-fucking it, making it pucker and melt

beneath his lips.

   "Hhhhnnnoh!  Hhhoh!  Hhoooooooh, Spider!  Oh, I need your cock!  I need

your cock so bad!" The Black Cat cried.  Spider-Man, busy slurping up the

sweetly sour taste of her, the tip of his pinky hovering teasingly at the

edge of her pink, puckered asshole, could only just hear her with her legs

wrapped so tightly around his head.

   He indicated he'd heard her request, however, by slipping her from his

shoulders, leaving her to ride down his body like it was a firefighter's

pole, her fall broken by a pole of a different kind...

   "Oooh!  Oh!  Why...why hello..!" She said as her rear pressed up against

his hard, naked cock.  "What's this?  Is my Spider happy to see me?"

   Locking her legs around his waist as tightly as she had his face,

Felicia leaned back and reached her hand down to grab hold of Spider-Man's

pulsating dick, freed from his costume by nothing more than a passing

thought.

   His cock surged in her grasp, bloodily hot in the stirring cold of the

rooftop.

   "Unh!" He gasped as she caressed and rubbed it, the texture of her white

glove so soft, so enthralling.  Peter wondered what it'd be like to cum in

Felicia's glove, imagined her licking it up...

   Felicia, however, had other ideas.  She positioned herself so her

cunthole sat pressed against the swollen head of his cock, her eyes

flashing as she stared into the blank windows of his mask's matching

lenses.

   "My pussy's so wet, so ready for you..." She said, her hand still

wrapped around his cock.  "I want you to fuck my pussy, Peter.  Fuck it

good."

   She pushed down on him, his cock helmet delving inside her, inch after

veiny inch of shaft following.

   "Oooohhhhhh!" Felicia moaned, Peter's brown pubic hair tangling in the

silvery strands of her thatch as she grinded against the base of his dick.

   "Fu-fuck!" Peter cursed, overcome by Felicia's hot, gooey cunt.  He was

so overcome, in fact, that when he tried to match the thrilling nature of

her dirty talk, the best he could blurt was, "Oh, God!  I love your pussy,

Felicia!"

   She started to rise up and down on him, her slit grasping and slurping

on him, her mouth meeting his, her lips pressing on his lips, her tongue

lashing at his tongue.

   "I'm not Felicia, my love.  I'm the Black Cat.  Tonight...Spider-Man is

fucking the Black Cat, like it was always meant to be..."

   Her ass bounced up and down as she fucked herself on his cock, her

kisses deep and prolonged.  He squeezed her asscheeks as she humped him,

his hips pumping in time with hers, propelling them upward and onward.

   "Mmmnnh!  Uh!  O!" Felicia muttered and moaned as she lost herself in

fucking her lover, her cuntfolds sucking at his thrusting cock.  "Oh shit!

God!  I need you from behind!  Fuck me from behind!"

   She planted her feet on the rough concrete of the rooftop, parting with

Spider-Man's cock just long enough to reposition herself.  She didn't fall

to her knees, though.  Instead, she bent over, as if to touch her toes.

Her splayed cunt glistened juicily, invitingly...

   Peter, wasting no more time and with a dick still lubricated by her

moist pussy, grabbed her by the hips and plunged into her balls deep.

   "Fuck!" Felicia cried.  "Oh Christ!  So deep!" Her sudden scream

dissolved into a throaty moan as he started to really fuck her, his pelvis

smacking against her ass, his hands stroking the small of her back.

   "Oh oh oh!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuuuck!" Felicia loved it from behind.  It

filled her so deep, reached right into her very core and squeezed it.

   "Oh yyyes!" Peter groaned.  He could feel his pre-cum squirting inside

her, could feel his pleasure building way too fast and way too soon.  He

also couldn't help but feel he'd only just scratched the surface of what

was possible.  If he was going to finally benefit from his powers in this

way, he wanted to do something really wild with them...

   Difficult though it was, he clasped his hands to the Black Cat's waist,

holding her still, compelling her to stop.  She looked back at him in

confusion, flexing her hips in a bid to goad him back into fucking her --

clearly the last thing she wanted in the world was to stop.

   "Why did you...why did you...?" She asked breathlessly, strands of her

hair falling into her open mouth.  She blew them out in a puff of air

before licking her lips.

   "Do you trust me?" He asked her.  She looked at him, and for a second he

could have sworn that she did so warily, but soon she was nodding her head

and smiling.

   "You know it, lover."

   He smiled in return, before sending the signal to his costume to draw

his mask closed.  His legs coiled beneath them, his hands holding tight to

Felicia's torso, and before she knew what was going on they were twenty

feet in the air, thirty, fifty, and then they were plummeting back down,

down, down...

   They landed with a sudden thud, Spider-Man planting the both of them

with precision on the side of the building, using his wallcrawling

abilities to fasten them securely to its surface.

   Felicia gasped, her chest heaving with deep, gulping breaths.

   "Holy shit!" She couldn't help but exclaim, dizzied as she was by

suddenly finding herself held 65-storeys up in the air by nothing more than

the strength of her lover's grasp...and, as she realised by wriggling her

hips, by his hard dick still lodged deep inside her.

   "Hhu...hhu...hoh my...oh my God!" Felicia started first to chuckle, then

laugh with wild abandon.  Safely suspended at such a great height, she

spread her arms wide and felt the wind whipping around her naked body, her

Spider's hands gripping her full, firm breasts and warming the supple flesh

as he held her steady.

   "Oh Spider!" She cooed.  "You're so...so...!"

   "...Yes?" Peter replied, grinning beneath the mask.

   "....so fucking amaaaazing!" She squealed, her pussy clenching his cock,

making him shudder in turn.  Felicia pushed back against him again, burying

him deep in her slit, and coiled her arms around his, her hands gripping

tightly to his biceps.

   She turned her head to shoot him a wild look over her shoulder.

   "Fuck me, Spider.  Fuck me so good!  I want to cum at the top of the

world and let it rain down below!"

   Her words, said with such ferocious, lustful need, awakened the animal

that lay at the beating heart of the Spider-Man.  With single-minded

determination, he repositioned his feet, pulled his cock from the sheath of

her sweltering cunt, and slammed it deep inside her once again with all the

force he could deliver it.

   "OOOOHHH FFFFFFUCK!" The Black Cat wailed, her scream battling with the

wind as she felt him deliver every thick inch deep into her greedy pussy.

She bit down on her lower lip as, without pause, he dived into fucking her

with unrelenting, superhuman speed.

   "Hu!  Hu!  Hu!" She grunted with every hard-driving thrust, chuckling

with carnal delight between gasps of pleasure and sharp intakes of air.

   "Oh, Cat!" Peter exclaimed as she pushed back against him, her body

jolting against his hips, the force of the impact vibrating through her.

   "Yes, Spider?" She said with a dirty grin, her nails digging into his

arms.

   "You're...so...!...so goddamn tight!" He said, throwing his head back

with elated pleasure, his pelvis moving to its own, inexhaustible rhythm.

   "And you're so fucking big, lover!  I just want your wonderful cock in

me all the time!  I never want you to stop fucking me!" Felicia whipped her

hand down to start frigging her clit, her fingers a blur on the erect nub,

matching the pace of her lover's cock as Peter heaved back and forth,

throwing himself entirely into fucking the sexy former supervillain.

   At the very moment that Spider-Man's cock slid out to the opening of the

Black Cat's pussy, he paused, holding her there.  Her hand froze on her

clitoris as she once again looked back at him in confusion and need.

   His expressionless mask betrayed nothing.  Though his chest rose and

fell as he panted, he gave no indication of what he was thinking or

feeling. There was something about it -- something about being completely

at the mercy of this masked man -- that drove Felicia wild.  Her slit,

already boiling over, grew even wetter at the weighty pause.

   "Wh --- what...?" She started to ask, twisting on his cock, trying to

lure him back into fucking her.

   "Just admiring the view, pretty lady." Spider-Man replied as his cock

thumped like a heartbeat inside her.  And it was true.  The sight of her

was incredible; her face flushed with the heat of their passion, her

platinum hair reflecting the light of the full moon, the warm glow of the

city bouncing off her soft, smooth skin.

   He squeezed her breasts tight as he started to fuck her again, now slow

and deliberate.  She kept her eyes locked on his mask for as long as she

could, before they rolled back in her head and she closed her lids, losing

herself to the rasping ridges of his shaft.

   "That's it..." she whispered.  "Oh, that's it, Spider.  That's the

spot...you make me so wet, baby...you fuck me...you fuck me so good!!"

   Her words once again succeeded in driving him on, feeding the flames of

his desire and motivating him to fuck her harder, deeper, until he was

stabbing his cock in and out of her frothing pussy even faster than he was

before.

   They were both coming closer and closer to the edge of losing control,

willingly handing all their senses over to the delirium of their heat,

their wanting, their passion.

   The Black Cat started to thrash on Spider-Man's dick, screaming with

terrible gratification.  Her whole body convulsed with the maddening

pleasure of it all

   "HHHAH!  Oh, Spiiider!" She wailed.  "I'm gonna CUM, baby!  I'm

gonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgunna...  I'm going to....to...!"

   Felicia arched her back as it hit her, howling at the moon as her orgasm

arrived ripe and full and oh so achingly sweet...

   "FFFFF-UCK!  Fuck fuck fuck!  Oohhhhhhhhn God yes!"

   She hissed and wailed, drooling and sputtering saliva.  She was cumming,

over and over and over again, one powerful orgasm after another.  Her

screams of pleasure were shooting out into the night, overpowering the wind

to echo around the canyons of the skyscrapers surrounding them.

   Her pussy was exploding around Peter's thrusting cock, the hot liquid of

her cum falling from their dizzying height to shower on the earth thousands

of feet below, spattering on the concrete like a passing rain.

   "Oh God, Felicia!  I'm going to---!"

   "Do it, Spider!  Shoot it in me!" She cried.  "Shoot your web in me!

Unh!  FUCK!  Do it!  DO IT NOW!"

   "Hhn!  HRNH!  HAAAARH!" Spider-Man roared as he came so hard that his

feet pressed cracks into the wall beneath them.  His dick spurted hot and

heavy inside the Black Cat's welcoming cunt, her soft, smooth flesh

squeezing him so tight.

   "That it's, baby!  That's it!" Felicia sighed with warm approval.  "Oh,

it feels so good inside me, warming me up!" She ran her hand from her clit

to the point where her pussy parted to accommodate his cock.  She dabbled

her fingers in the fluid she found there and offered it to her lips.

   "Mmmm, yummy!" She breathed as she suckled her fingertips, tasting the

steaming liquid of their combined pleasure.  "You taste so good, Spider.  I

want more!"

   "More?" Peter asked, his head still reeling from the explosions of

mind-numbing joy, his cock buzzing and pulsating, the head of his shaft

still thick and liquidy and lodged inside Felicia's cunt.

   The Black Cat giggled as Spider-Man straightened up, pulling her up with

him.  He rubbed and massaged her body, one hand stroking through her hair.

   "Oh, I'll give you some time to recuperate, don't worry," she said,

wiggling in his lap.  "But I've never, ever been fucked like that before!

You can't blame me for wanting to do it again.  And again.  And again!"

   They both laughed, Felicia's hands joining her Spider's to rub her

tingling body all over.

   A response to her comment welled up from deep inside Peter, and without

thinking, it slipped straight out of his mouth.

   "That's what we call fucking spider-style." Beneath his mask, he blushed

at the comment, even as Felicia giggled at it and snuggled closer to him.

Ordinarily, he would never say anything like that.  What was this girl

doing to his head?  And why did he like it so much?

   "You trap a lot of girls in your web, do you?" She asked, breaking him

from his line of thought.

   "Only the bad ones." He replied.

   She turned to look up at his masked face and raised an eyebrow behind

her cat mask.

   "Well, that certainly includes little ol' me.  I'm positively wicked."

   "Lady," Peter said.  "You don't have to tell me twice."

   Obeying his unconscious command, his mask slipped away from his mouth,

and he once more met Felicia in an intense, electric kiss.

   They stayed there for a long while, the full moon being all the light

they needed, the kisses they shared keeping them warm.  When finally

Spider-Man's spent cock slipped from her drizzling folds, he hoisted her

back up to the rooftop.

   "How are we going to get you home?" He asked her, eyeing the torn

costume that left her in little more than her mask, boots and gloves.

   "You ever streaked before, Spider?" She said, winking at him.

   "Can't say I have..." Peter replied as Felicia cupped him, stroking his

balls until he unconsciously willed his costume to reveal himself to the

cool night air.

   "First time for everything," she grinned, before turning and running for

the edge of the building.  "Catch me if you can!"

   She leapt nimbly over the side, disappearing into the dark.  As he moved

to follow her, he started to command his suit to cover his body once again.

Following Felicia's lead, however, he cancelled the order, leaving himself

exposed.  She wasn't the only one who could be a little wicked.

   "Hey, Cat!  Wait up!" He said, vaulting over the brink.

   The chase was on again...