Spider-Man sighed as he tried to get out of his costume as quickly as he could. He was running two hours late for his date with Carlie Cooper thanks to having to stop a bank robbery by The Shocker and two hit and runs, making this the third date in a row
he'd missed with only some paltry excuse to placate her.
"Oh, man, I hope Carlie doesn't dump me for this! Too bad crime never respects my social life! At this rate, I'll be getting laid again sometime after the next ice age!"
Still grumbling, Spidey pulled off his costume and headed for the shower, feeling like crap..
"Maybe she won't be mad? Yeah, right! I may as well just get ready for the break-up now. Ugh. I wish I had a more understanding girlfriend, one who couldn't get enough of me."
***
Carlie Cooper was seething with rage as she walked away from the restaurant. Hours go by and not so much as a phone call? It was infuriating! She deserved better, she thought, she deserved to . . .
Suddenly, a wave of heat began throbbing between her legs. Her pussy was on fire! She'd never been so fucking horny in her life! Suddenly, nothing else mattered but getting fucked . . . by that perfect boyfriend of hers. She needed Peter inside her right now!
***
Sighing, Peter continued, not knowing how his wishes were coming true.
"Pfft. Why stop there? I wish Black Cat would stop playing games with me and just decide to be mine."
***
Black Cat smirked as she slipped away from the museum unseen. She slid the priceless rubies down between her big, firm tits with a grin. Felicia hoped that she'd fetch a pretty penny for them and that her Spider wouldn't catch wind of it. She liked the guy
and he was a great lay but frankly, he could be such a pain in the-
She blinked, realizing suddenly that she belonged to Spider-Man. Felicia Hardy sighed with desire as she felt the unstoppable urge to belong to that perfect man, to be his wife, slave, hell, French Maid, just so long as Spider made her his!
"Oh, God! What am I doing? I need him! I need to be with him!" she moaned, flinging herself over the rooftops to declare her servitude to her Master.
***
"Yeah, like that'll happen." Peter Parker sighed as he slipped into the shower. "I may as well wish that Mary Jane and Silver Sable will show up and beg me for a threesome!"
***
Meanwhile, across town, the buxom redheaded model and the perfectly proportioned ruler of Symarkia each felt their nipples harden and their pussies grow wet at the gnawing, inescapable need to fuck each other . . . and Spider-Man! A moaning Silver Sable had
barely made her way out the door of her embassy, wearing nothing but high heels and a fur coat when she practically collided into the sexy redheaded supermodel as she ran out of a cab and embraced her. Given that MJ was only wearing a pair of spandex shorts
and a tight sports bra, the two women kissing passionately stopped traffic!
"We need-"
"Spider-Man!"
"Mmm, I know where he is! C'mon!" MJ groaned, sliding her hands between Sable's legs even as she guided her back toward the cab. "Oh God, I need him so bad! I NEED HIM!"
The two women groaned with need and slid back into the taxi, hands roaming all over each other's bodies in a frenzy of lust, barely taking the moment to scream out Peter Parker's address before giving the cab driver the greatest show of his life.
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