Chapter Three: Cat Got Your Tongue?

Peter was in high spirits as he walked into his house. Aunt May saw the smile on his face and she knew exactly what that expression meant. She had given several boys that same facial expression when she was younger. May, at one point, looked like a young Marisa Tomei; brunette; pretty eyes; pouty lips; and a drop-dead figure. Even now, at the age of forty-five, she was still turning heads.

"You're home late, Peter," May said, watching Peter look through the fridge, trying to find something to snack on. "You missed supper, but I wrapped up the leftovers for you and put them in the microwave."

Peter closed the fridge and smiled. "Thanks, Aunt May. You're the best," he replied, giving her a little peck on the cheek.

May placed her hand softly on her cheek as she instantly felt a weird tingle go through her body when Peter kissed her. She then noticed Peter was holding a newspaper article in his hand.

"Whatcha got there? It looks like the sports section of today's paper," she inquired, also noticing that one of the articles was circled.

"Oh, that ain't nothing, Aunt May. Just doing some research for school, that's all," he fibbed, placing the paper on the table next to him as he began scarfing down May's supper.

May walked closer to the newspaper and noticed which article was circled. "Are you doing research on a wrestling match, or something?" she asked.

"Yep! That's it!" Peter replied. "I'm doing a paper about wrestling," he fibbed again. "The event is tomorrow night at five o'clock. I'm hoping I can go. You guys won't have to take me though. I can take the bus to get there," he informed her, secretly knowing he would most likely just swing across town, using his new webs.

"You aren't going anywhere tomorrow!" Uncle Ben announced as he walked into the kitchen. "You have chores to do. Plus, you were supposed to help me paint the living room… remember?"

Peter paused for a moment, gulping down the last bit of food he had been chewing on. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Ben. I've been so busy lately. I completely forgot."

"That's no excuse, Peter!" Ben continued to scold. "I work all day and provide for this family. The least you can do is help out around the house!"

"Yes, sir," Peter replied. Then he looked down at the newspaper.

Ben noticed Peter's redirection. "What's so important about this wrestling event tomorrow?"

"It's… It's… something I need to do for school," he replied, though he knew Ben would probably see right through his lie.

Ben shook his head. He couldn't believe Peter was making up stories. He was about to say something a bit more harsh, but at the last second, May took Ben by the arm, trying to calm him down. She, too, could tell Peter was lying, but she also realized he needed to have a normal teenage life. "Ben… Sweetie… Maybe we could hold off on painting the living room for a couple more days. Peter is a growing boy, and he needs his space, too."

Ben had to hold back his anger. "Fine! After you get done eating, the least you can do is take out the trash! We'll talk more about this tomorrow after you get home."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Uncle Ben," Peter responded, jumping up from off his chair, heading straight for the garbage can.

Moments later, Peter was taking the garbage out to the curb, when he suddenly heard yelling coming from the neighbor's house. He stopped to listen for a moment.

Just then, the neighbor's door opened, and out walked Mary Jane Watson. She had an angry, yet tiresome, expression on her face. She then looked up and noticed Peter near the trash cans.

"I suppose you heard all of that?" she asked.

"I heard a little bit of it, but I wasn't paying too much attention," Peter replied.

"Yeah, right? The entire neighborhood could probably hear it," MJ retorted. "My dad only gets this way when he is drunk, which… unfortunately, he has been doing more and more lately."

Then she walked closer to Peter. "Hey. You aren't wearing your glasses. Plus, you look a little different from what I remember."

"Oh… Yeah… I… I got contacts. Plus, I changed into some different clothes than I normally would wear."

"You're looking good. Have you also been working out?" she asked, reaching out to squeeze one of Peter's biceps.

Peter immediately pulled his arm away. He knew how women had been reacting to him lately, and he didn't want to get MJ all hot and bothered. He respected her more than the other girls.

MJ was surprised by his reaction. "Geez, Peter. You acted like I have cooties or something."

"Oh. Sorry. I've just been feeling touchy lately. It's hard to explain," Peter responded.

Just as he said that, a sports car pulled up in front of MJ's house. It was Flash Thompson coming to pick MJ up for a date.

MJ looked a little embarrassed to let Peter see that she was dating Flash. "I'm only going out with him because he has a cool car, that's all," she informed Peter.

"Yo! MJ! C'mon!" Flash hollered from his car.

MJ turned and waved, letting Flash know she was on her way. Then she turned and smiled back at Peter. "See ya later, Tiger."

Peter was still holding the newspaper in his hands. He looked over the wrestling advertisement again. That's when he noticed the fine print at the bottom. Must be 18 years old to enter.

"Shit!" he said to himself.

That's when he realized he would have to wear a disguise in order to enter the competition.

He stayed up half the night putting the outfit together. He still hadn't picked out a nickname yet, but he figured one would come to him before the wrestling match started.

The next day, after school, Peter rushed home to get his outfit. He was then about to head out the door, when suddenly his Uncle Ben stopped him.

"Peter! Wait up!" he called out. "I'm heading into town. I'll give you a ride to the stadium."

Peter didn't want Ben to take him because he was hoping to try out his web shooters, but he could tell Ben really wanted to talk to him. So he went along.

"Thanks," Peter said, hopping into the passenger side.

Minutes later, just as they were pulling up in front of the arena, "What's in the bag?" Ben asked, noticing Peter clutching his bookbag close to his body.

"Just my trapper-keeper and some school books. I figured I could do some homework while the matches were going on."

"Peter, you know you don't have to lie to me, right? I know the wrestling match doesn't have anything to do with your homework."

"You do?" Peter replied, surprised by Ben's revelation.

"Yes. I know it's about a girl," Ben continued.

"You do?" Peter said again, not sure of how much Ben actually knew.

"Yes. I was a teenager once before. I understand the changes you are going through. I think it's time that you and I had THE TALK."

"Oh no. I'm not ready to talk about that right now," Peter retorted.

"Just tell me one thing," Ben interjected. "Are you at least using condoms?"

Peter blushed. "What? I'm not trying to have this talk right now, Uncle Ben. I really need to get to the wrestling event."

"I'm sorry, son. I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to know that with great power comes great responsibility. You definitely don't want to be having kids at such a young age," Ben told him. He then pulled out a ten-pack of condoms and hung them in front of Peter. "Here, son. Add these to your bookbag… for just in case you need them later."

Peter shook his head in disbelief. He then snatched the rubbers out of Ben's hand, shoved them into his bookbag, and then got out of the car.

"I have a couple things to do after the wrestling event, so I will find my own way home afterwards," Peter said as he walked away.

Peter quickly entered the arena and went straight into the bathroom to change into his outfit.

When he came out, he was dressed up in a red and blue jogging suit. He had a red ski mask on his face and a red hard hat he got from his uncle's closet. He then walked up to the desk to register for the wrestling match.

The lady at the counter looked up at him. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" she asked. "You look like a giant dildo."

"My nickname is Hard-Hat," Peter replied.

"Wow! That's original," she mocked. Then she noticed the huge bulge in his pants. "It says here that your name is Peter. I can see why. Maybe you should just call yourself Peter-Man... Big-Peter-Man."

Peter quickly grabbed his ticket and stood in line to fight BuzzSaw McGraw.

Minutes later, despite several wrestlers needing to get carried away on stretchers, Peter managed to defeat the juggernaut in less than two minutes.

"Peter-Man! Peter-Man!" The crowd cheered for their new champion. Peter was soaking it all in.

It was now time for Peter to collect his winnings. However, when Peter stuck his hand out for payment, the owner only handed him one-hundred dollars.

Peter didn't understand what was going on. "The advertisement said the reward was three-thousand."

"The advertisement specifically said you needed to last three minutes, and you pinned him in two," the owner replied.

"That's not fair. I need that money," Peter said in frustration.

"Life isn't fair, kid. I figured you already knew that, seeing that you're wearing a helmet and all," the owner smirked.

Peter took the hundred dollars and disappointingly walked out.

As he walked down the hallway towards the elevator, he heard a commotion coming from the owner's office.

Soon after, a man with a gun came running out. The robber was holding a bag full of money.

Peter opened the elevator and then stepped aside, letting the robber enter without any resistance.

"Thanks kid," the robber said.

However, Peter had a different agenda. He needed that money. So, just before the elevator doors closed, Peter slipped inside with the robber.

When the elevator doors opened at the bottom, the robber was knocked unconscious, and Peter walked out with the stolen money in his bookbag. He figured it was okay to take the money since the owner tried robbing him before getting robbed himself.

As soon as Peter exited the building, he saw his Uncle Ben standing next to his car. He must have decided to wait around, hoping Peter would want a ride back to the house.

"Shit!" Peter thought to himself. He then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, police cars began surrounding the building. "Stop right there, thief!" One of the officers yelled out in Peter's direction.

Ben took notice of who they were yelling at. Despite the fact that Peter was still in his costume, Ben could tell the robber was holding Peter's bookbag.

Ben took off running after the crook, hoping to retrieve Peter's bookbag, but when he ran around the corner, the crook wasn't anywhere to be found. The only thing he got was a glimpse of someone in a hard-hat swinging away on some sort of rope.

A few minutes later, Peter sat on the ledge of the penthouse roof, waiting for Hammerhead to show up. While he sat, he counted the money. "Eight, nine, ten-thousand dollars! Wow! That's enough to pay off Hammerhead, get seconds with the ladies, and still have four-thousand dollars left over. I'm definitely digging these new superpowers," he rejoiced.

A few more minutes had gone by, but Hammerhead still hadn't gotten home. Peter sat there daydreaming about what he was going to do with the rest of the money. He fantasized about buying a cool sports car and taking MJ out on a date. But then he remembered he didn't even have a license yet, nor was he old enough to acquire one. His birthday was still a couple of months away. However, that didn't stop him from leaning back and daydreaming about it. Even though he respected MJ, he still wanted to know what she looked like naked. However, he didn't want her to like him because of the pheromones he let off. He wanted her to like him for who he was.

Moments later, he could see Hammerhead's limo pulling up to the building. He reached down to grab the bag of money, however, when he did, he realized the bag of cash was no longer there.

"What the hell! Where is the money?"

He began looking around. That's when he noticed a female who had white-ish, blonde hair, and a black, skintight outfit swinging away with the bag of money.

"Hey, you! Come back with my money!" he demanded.

"Sorry, honey! But it ain't your money!" the female hollered back. "The police put out a report that they are looking for someone who fits your description!"

Peter jumped up, and then spun out a web, attaching it to a taller building in the same direction she was heading. He then gave chase.

Every time he got close, she somehow managed to evade his web blasts. It was almost like she had her own sixth-sense.

Finally, he tried something different. He acted as if he was going to stop giving chase, allowing her to think she had gotten away. However, as she swung around the corner, she found herself getting caught up in a gigantic spider web, which stretched from one building to another. The web was too sticky for her to get away, and she was trapped.

That's when she looked up to see Peter-Man crawling towards her.

He slowly crawled over the top of her, straddling her hips with his legs.

"Get off of me, you jerk!" she demanded, trying to wiggle herself free.

Peter took hold of the mask she had covered over her pretty blue eyes. "Now, let's see what you look like under that mask."

He then pulled her mask off.

"Wow! Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Sydney Sweeney?" he complimented her beauty. He then looked down at her cleavage. "You even have Sydney's big tits."

She continued squirming, trying to get herself freed again. The squirming began to arouse Peter.

That's when the Black Cat began to feel something digging into her hip, and it was only getting bigger the more she squirmed.

"Jesus Christ! Can you get off of me? Your dick is about to stab through my stomach!"

Peter was trying to not be aroused, but the cat burglar was just too beautiful. That's when he started to sweat. And we all know what happens when he starts to sweat.

Peter sat up and tried adjusting himself. The Black Cat could see his rock hard penis sticking out of the top of his pants. And she was beginning to feel the effects of the pheromones.

"On the other hand, why don't you stay on top of me," she told him, the lust growing in her eyes.

Peter bent back down and touched his chest to hers. He couldn't help but slowly dry-hump her as he laid on top of her tight body.

"Remove part of your mask and kiss me," she begged.

Peter did as she asked. He began kissing her luscious lips.

He then began making his way down to her bosoms. He slowly pulled back her top and began sucking on her big breasts.

"Oh yeah! Keep going down," she demanded.

Peter began kissing his way down her navel area until he was directly in front of her crotch. He then grabbed a hold of her black tights and pulled them down to her ankles.

He slowly made his way back up her inner thighs until he was back to her two pussy lips. He then began licking them up and down slowly, kissing her clitoris as he passed by.

He took two of his fingers and placed them inside her wet, warm pussy. Her back arched as he placed them in.

He then began sucking on her clit, while simultaneously curling his fingers inside her, pleasuring her g-spot with the soft hairs on his fingertips.

"Yes! Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" she screamed.

Peter continued sucking, licking, and banging her until she finally erupted with a powerful orgasm.

"YESSSS! Now get inside me with your giant cock," she demanded.

Peter straddled back over the top of her and then placed the tip of his penis inside her. He then slowly began to move his hips back-and-forth, allowing more and more of his penis to enter her pussy.

The giant web they were both lying on began to bounce up and down the more Peter thrusted his hips. It was a perfect motion for making love.

Soon, he was thrusting so hard that the webs began breaking away from the buildings they were attached to.

He could feel the tingling sensation rushing through his body and he knew he was about to blow his load.

And then, just as he could feel himself about to cum, the giant spider web finally gave way, causing both of them to begin falling from nearly eighty stories high.

All the while in free fall, he pulled out his penis and shot his wad straight up towards the roof, attaching his web-like cum directly to a flagpole near the top. The stretchy cum allowed them to safely make their way to the ground unharmed.

"That was amazing!" The Black Cat declared. "I've never had sex so exhilarating before."

Then, both of them remembered the money. But it was nowhere to be found. It must have fell out while they were making sweet, passionate love.

"Crap!" Peter said aloud. "I needed that money to pay Hammerhead!"

"Hammerhead?" Black Cat asked. "I know that jerk! He tried trapping me in his apartment, forcing me to have sex with his clients. Said I looked like a movie star and wanted to give his clients the Hollywood girlfriend experience. Why do you owe him money?"

"Um… I-"

"You fucked his whores, didn't you?"

"I-"

"Never mind! I don't want to know!" she continued. "I don't know what trick you pulled on me up there, but it won't happen again. And when you see Hammerhead, tell him Sydney Sweeney said, FUCK YOU!" she exclaimed.

Then she adjusted her mask and her tights, shot out a grappling hook, and ascended into the air.

Peter just watched until her perfect ass was out of sight.