When Spidey Met Oracle

"What?" he mumbled around her frustratingly padded nipple. "Fuck who?"

God, she fumed internally. Still that dumb puppy sometimes. "My... my tits," she sighed happily, now swabbing salve into her cleavage. "Fuck my tits, Parker."

Pete got the idea rather quickly then, shifting up the couch to mount her torso. Barbara glanced down and noticed he was still wearing his little spider-booties and couldn't help but laugh as his hands fell upon her bra-bound bounty just as his thick dick slapped onto her stomach with a wet smack that sent a thrill down her spine. Peter squeezed her plump tits a few times before reaching down to tap his cock against them and she shivered at the heated thump of his manhood, even through the heavy material.

"Noooo don't tease them," she gasped, titillated by even this brief bit of contact... "Just fuck them, Peter," she begged him then.

"Whatever you wish," he said. Her bra held her full, supple mounds in place as he nudged his slippery tip under the black cups oh her pushup and into the crevasse at the soft undersides of her satin-encased bosom. "Bibbity bobbity boobs..."

"Yessssss," Barbara hissed as his dick was slowly enveloped by the warm skin of her ample assets. "Just like that... Does that feel good?"

"Oh goddamn, you're so soft," Peter groaned as his dick slid into the buttery sheath.

"Mmm... and you're so hard..." Barbara hummed in reply, caressing the tight sinew of his chest and abs as he slid home. Her toned biceps framed her breasts, pressing them inward as she fondled his hips, guiding him forward.

"Is this your first tittywank, web-head?" she asked with a coo, his prick pushing through the warm pocket of creamy skin to pop out of her cleavage.

"Nuh-not exactly, b-boobs -- er -- Babs..." His cock disappeared into her buxom fullness again as he drew back.

"Oh, I should have known," she chided at his Freudian slip as his dick slid back through her cleavage. "You're just another guy who's into fucking big boobs, aren't you?"

"Yuh-you just know all my secrets, don't you..." he murmured, reveling in the plush warmth surrounding his cock before he pushed forward again....Barbara felt his hard, wet cock throb between her tits, the raw heat boring into her pillowy skin as he reeled back and thrust forward, faster this time.

"Not much of a secret, Peter," she whispered with this sinful grin as he started to pump his hips up off the couch, fucking her rack. Her bra's considerable contents hugged him snuggly as Peter thrust harder. That liberal application of balm made for a smooth ride between her tits and Peter picked up the pace, watching her fulsome curves jostle under their confinement. Little drops of pre-cum dribbled into her chest as his balls dragged up and down her stomach, slapping into the bottoms of her breasts in time with the emergence of his swollen cockhead from her cleavage... actually jutting her chin when he got especially spirited. "I can tell you just love it," Barbara said, leaning into his next thrust. She dropped her grip on his hips to gather her heavy breasts in her hands, clutching them together, further enfolding Peter's hot pecker up in her rack. He fell forward, seizing the back of the sofa for leverage, humping harder as he plowed her curvaceous valley.

"Oh gaaaaaawd..." he groaned.

Barbara smiled as she started to really work his cock, tugging her cups to and fro in rhythm against him. "That's right, Spidey," she gasped, fucking him back with her tits. "You ready to cum for me?"

She pinched her hard nipples through the padding between her fingers, mashing her creamy globes, rocking them faster to get Peter off... "Yes," he affirmed. "Yes... Yes..." His prick twitched under her bra, his balls jerking up off her ribcage into the the soft bottoms of her breasts. "Spider-nuts tingling," he grunted and she laughed that girlish little giggle which sent these delightful shockwaves up through the lush, pliant softness of her tits that sang around his manhood. Barbara tipped her head forward, her chin pressing into the top of her chest, ready for his glistening head to pop up toward her mouth...

"Oh fuuuuck," Peter grunted, as she stuck out her tongue to lick his tip. "Oh fuck I can't hold it!" he croaked, his cock erupting in her face.

Thank god she was still wearing her glasses or there'd have been so much spunk in her eyes. She tossed her head back, jism dripping from her lips and cheeks and pooling on her clavicle as Peter pulled his spewing dick back. Another thick rope of cum lanced out, smacking her chin before his cockhead was smothered once more by her breasts -- out of sight, but nowhere near out of mind as she felt it pumping thick globs of hot liquid heat between her tingling tits.

"Oh fuck that's right, Peter," she cried out, closing her eyes as he rammed back through her cleavage one last time with a grunt, his cum-coated shaft lurching as his balls churned their last. She crushed her tits around his bucking staff as load after frothy load spurt over her face and neck. "Mmm..."

Peter pitched forward on weak knees, throwing his hands out to cling to the sofa arm behind her head to stop himself from collapsing on top of her.

She sensed him tense above here as the last of his jizz creamed the hollow of her neck and collarbone. "Oh shit," Barbara sighed with a shudder before biting her lower lip in a vain attempt to mask her arousal while she watched his thick, milky seed spread over her breasts through half-lidded eyes and a flush of happy bliss radiated up from her breasts and shoulders and then down to her belly.

Peter had to look away from her then or he feared he'd never stop cumming.

Eventually his dizzying spasms ceased and he came down from this insane high, carefully extracting himself from Barbara's spunk-splattered bosom and lowering himself beside her. In that fleeting, blissed-out moment Peter Parker worried he might never get hard again in his life. Watching Babs lick his hot cum off her chin, however, he realized just how ridiculous that notion was. He felt even dumber when she scooped some from her neck and sucked it off her finger.

Peter tried to swear right then but it came out as "Fom."

"I trust you enjoyed that," Barbara grinned, casually rubbed her freshly fucked boobs together, smearing her gooey cleavage with his warm seed.

"Gurf," he grunted, still out of breath and struggling to form actual words while Barbara dragged herself down to kiss the wet head of his limp dick.

"Has it been a while?" she whispered before her tongue wagged out to lap the length of his cum-sticky cock, licking it clean. Peter just nodded as Barbara Gordon, the first woman to ever blow him, dipped down to slurp up a few milky globules gathered in the wiry tufts of hair at the base. "Me too," she confessed, making one clean sweep along his scrotum.

"R-Really glad I treated the couch with... with that environmentally friendly stain repellent Bella developed at Horizon," he breathed looking down at the mess they'd made on his sofa. Good. A complete sentence. With complex words, even. He wasn't brain dead now after all. Peter bristled with pride and relief as Barbara shifted up onto him."But th-that was just... duh." Uh-oh. He was starting to slip again. "You liked it, I could tell..."

"My breasts have grown a little more sensitive over the years since I was... since we last saw each other," she confided tracing a finger on his chest. "But it's more of a psychological thing than physical, you know? Just the feeling of getting someone off... I just love that. Didn't the supermodel ever do that for you? Or our mutual friend in the catsuit?"

"It was different with them," Peter told her. "They knew that I liked that kind of thing, so they didn't mind, but it's not like they ever asked for it. Well, Felicia did once but we had just fought the Kingpin and she was just trying to..."

"Maybe now's not the time to talk about old girlfriends," Barbara said, punching his shoulder. He was briefly worried he'd pissed her off, but she smiled.

"I see your point," he admitted, judiciously deciding even in these fading moments of blissful stupidity not to mention the fact that she'd brought them up. Instead he just watched her wipe a smear of his cum off one of her lenses and touch it to her tongue. He gulped and she noticed.

"Big tits and glasses." She rolled her eyes, playfully pinching his nipple as she lay against him. "You're just this tired cliché, Mr. Parker..."

"I am sooo sorry you turn me on," he said solemnly, grinning back at her.

"You don't really seem it," she replied, feeling the briefest twitch of his cock against her tummy beneath her. There was no way he was ready to go right now -- not after the way he'd just frosted her tits -- but Barbara now had some inkling that he'd be up for a second round... given time and enticement. Thank god for the proportionate recovery of a spider, she thought, finally believing it real as she scooped a bit more of his thick, gooey cum from the really creamy stuff still cooling between her breasts. "You know, as tasty as this is, I'm not actually going to swallow this whole load, spunky," she said, making a show of licking her fingers clean.

"Right," Peter murmured, scrambling to find the closest bit of cloth he could without hopping off of the couch. He only hesitated for a moment before he set to cleaning the mess he'd so happily made.

"Still making a mess of your tights around me, I see," Barbara observed, rolling off of him to prop herself on her elbows to push out her chest as he dabbed at her exposed cum-kissed flesh with his singed and tattered spandex trousers.

"I just knew you were going to bring that up," he groaned, while he sopped up the mess on her neck and what had dripped onto him. His poor little spidey-pants were now 0-for-3 as far as surviving encounters with this woman untainted. "Now I regret not using your sweater...Or maybe those bloomers of yours. They're certainly big enough..."

"Asshole," Barbara laughed. "Now I'm not letting you keep them."

"That's not fair," he whined. "I had plans for those later..."

"I don't even want to know, Pervy Parker," she said. "Especially since I know what kind of messes you make in your own shorts."

"I'm starting to think you never let it go because it turns you on," he sighed, kissing her cheek right before wiping one last errant dollop of from her chin.

"Of course it does, dummy," she told him.

Peter dropped his soiled pants to the side, taking a moment to appraise his clean-up job. She was still wearing the bra, but it was slightly askew now due to all of that repetitive motion. He could just make out a sliver of her areolas at the edge of both cups. Peter made another play for the clasp at her back, much more subtle this time, but she pushed him away and rolled back onto the couch.

"That stays on for now, boob boy," she told him, shaking her head with a prim, sultry turn of her lips as she slipped off her glasses, "but these have to go. You got them absolutely filthy." Despite her earlier attempt to wipe them clean, there was still this hazy film that was blurring her view, and Barbara wanted to see him clearly. Her eyes weren't really that bad, especially with him so close, she just spent too much time staring at monitors. Besides, it was time to expand his horizons. "I'm not some fantasy pin-up girl here to service your carnal impulses, Mr. Parker."

"Of course not," he agreed. "You're just here to collect all my overdue books..."

"You're just making my point, funny man," she smirked. "I'm a real person, Peter."

"I know that," he said reaching to touch her bra again, the front this time. Her chest rose as she prepared to swat him away, but he wasn't trying to take it off this time. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe ..." Peter started to ask while Barbara just barely held back a gasp as his fingertips slowly skirted the edge of a cup, lighting brushing the bit of dark pink pitted skin he could see before he adjusted to cover it back up, "...you're this stunning, real woman who inspires those fantasies?"

Barbara had obviously considered this. The same way she once worried she might have taken his cherry, she also worried that she'd had a devastating effect on his preference for the fairer sex. Sure, he probably ran around with so many women in tights because who else was a guy like Spider-Man going to meet, but all the same, the man had almost married a redhead. She had done things as Oracle she wasn't proud of, but she'd always been able to tell herself she'd done those things for the greater good. None of the things she'd ever done as Batgirl ever quite reached that murky depth of grey, but the Parker problem went deeper than that. The things she'd done with him were things she'd done more or less as Barbara Gordon. There were consequences to taking a younger man to bed. Responsibilities she tried not to take lightly.

At the same time, maybe that had always been part of the myth of Peter Parker for her. Not just that there was this guy out there that only remembered her how she once was, but that even now, after all this time without her, he was still kind of hung up on her, too. Trying to fill this Barbara Gordon shaped hole. She'd been keeping track of Spider-Man long before she became Oracle and amassing information on meta-humans became her raison d'etre. Figuring out Spider-Man's secret back when she was Batgirl was that first seedling of the woman she was now. Perhaps she was less concerned by the impact she'd had on him as much as the lasting impact he'd had on her. Was that why she'd really come to see him? Because she had to prove that he could still want her now that he'd seen her again and how much she had changed?

"Thank you," she said quietly, before nodding down to her chest, "for respecting my wishes."

"Just because you won't let me see them doesn't mean I won't play with them," Peter informed her seriously, palming one of her tits.

"Fair enough, I suppose," she moaned, closing her eyes as he squeezed softly. Barbara suddenly didn't care what impact she might have had on the loves of Peter Parker's life. She just wanted him now, no matter how much he might have changed.

Barbara wasn't sure why she wasn't letting him strip off her bra right this second. At first, she'd just wanted to tease him a bit, and afterwards, she knew the bra would help keep things in place, but with that naughty bit of fun having reached its inevitable conclusion, there was little reason not to ditch this last barrier between them. As his lips returned to her breasts, there was nothing more she wanted than for him to suck her bare nipples. She'd been able to cum from that alone when she was with Dick, but so much of what she and Peter could do together was out of her control. Maybe she wanted to keep that last boundary so she still had some power. Then she hadn't just given herself over completely.

That's when she felt this sudden, cold shiver of doubt...

"Parker," she said, before softening. "Peter... be honest with me..." He seemed so intent on kissing her neck and playing with her tits she worried he wasn't listening, but she pressed on. "This isn't just a pity fuck, is it?"

He just started laughing then. Hard and long. So much so that it disrupted the cozy atmosphere completely.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed, pushing him back.

"I... I'm sorry," he chuckled, cupping her face with his hands so he could gaze into her eyes. "It's just... I was about to ask you the same thing..."

She kissed him to keep herself from laughing. Then she kept kissing him because it was clear to her now, that Peter still wasn't done with her. Not the way he pulled her into him. Not the way his fingers clung to her skin. Barbara wasn't done with him either, desperately trying to feel every bit of him as their tongues danced between them. As his mouth sought her neck and cheeks and his hands roamed her tits, Barbara lost track of time before her own explorations placed her dainty fingers around his newly hard cock.

"If this was ready and waiting, why didn't you tell me?" she wondered with a gasp.

"Maybe I was enjoying myself..."

"There's something we can do with this now that I think you might enjoy a bit more," she whispered in his ear, thumbing the dewy drop of pre-cum budding on the slit of his dick. "You've got a condom, right?"

Peter groaned in appreciation as his armed snaked down to the floor to seize his spider-belt.

"Do I want to know?" Barbara asked as he fetched one from one of the compartments.

"I'm guessing no," Peter shrugged as she snatched the foil away. He probably should have run off to the bedroom nightstand for one of the condoms he kept in the bottom drawer, but again, he couldn't wait. "I wasn't all judgmental when you had them last time."

"Well it's not like I had a box stashed in my utility belt or anything," Barbara lied, tearing it open with her teeth. "Besides, you were just happy you were getting laid."

"Yes," Peter freely admitted while she rolled the latex over his stiff prick. "Yes, I very much was." He drew her toward him when she was done, running his fingers along the indents of her spine, down from her neck to the tangled web of scar tissue just over her ass. When he grazed the old wound, he felt her tremble before she rolled away from him.

"You don't have to tell me," Peter told her, spooning behind her. "Not if you don't want to."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I don't like..." Barbara stopped herself. "It was the worst day..." She stopped herself again. "Thank you."

He swept her long hair away and kissed the back of her neck, his arm snaking around her slight frame to caress her tummy... As good as that felt, Barbara still tensed, sensing his uncertainty. She knew that the worst was still coming. As much as she didn't want to talk about the day she'd been shot, there was something else she didn't want to discuss even more.

"You said I might enjoy this," he breathed softly into her ear. "Does... Does that mean that you can't?"

And there it was. The thing Barbara dreaded about sex now most of all. The whole conversation about what she could feel... The long process of convincing someone she wanted to be with that she wasn't going to break. Of course, ironically, she was actually about to have it with someone who had every ability to break her this time.

"No," she said, twisting to face him. "It doesn't mean that I won't enjoy this... It's just different..." She looked him in the eye, tracing a finger along his jaw. "I can't really feel it exactly, but it still feels good, if that makes sense," she tried to explain. "Not just the closeness... There are... are other things that happen... with my body..." She would have gone on to explain the physiology behind this, but that type of lecture usually killed the mood.

"There haven't been a lot of conclusive studies on the subject, but I understand that women with spinal cord injuries can experience varying sexual stimulation based on reflexogenic neural response," Peter said, kissing her hand. "Sometimes, touching them in the right sympathetic nerve structure can be almost as pleasurable as licking their slit...

Barbara had obviously forgotten whom she was talking to. This was nerd boy, after all...

"That completely ignores the far more successful psychogenic stimuli," she murmured in response. "Sometimes, just seeing a big dick inside a girl while a big strong man has their way with her is enough to turn on the right parts of her brain." She grabbed his cock again, stroking lightly. "Especially if she knows how much he wants her... Or she can remember every moment of him inside her before... The way he felt fucking her legs in a far away fantasy..."