Midnight Release(Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk)

Spider-Man slept off a long night in Gotham City. It seemed like every time he came over here, something happened. Tonight, it was both the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter. Two drug trips in one night had not been the best thing for the web slinger. Thankfully, Barbara offered to have Peter sleep things off at the headquarters of the Birds of Prey, the Clocktower. As long as there was a warm couch with soft cushions, Peter could not wait to head off to sleep.

Something very warm and wet woke him up. Sometimes, when Peter spent the night, either Barbara, Dinah, or Helena joined him in bed. And despite being out of it for some time, Peter was most certainly up for whoever was up for it. Or rather a certain part of his body was up for it as the warm, wet, succulent mouth slid down onto his mighty cock as it pushed down onto him.

Peter pulled back the covers and turned on the lights to reveal another member of the Birds of Prey. Zinda Blake, Lady Blackhawk, the official pilot. She pushed her lips down onto Peter's tool and moaned as she pushed it all the way down.

"Hello there," Peter said. "So, mind explaining this?"

After a good long minute of sucking, Zinda finally pulled herself away. Her tongue wiggled against his cock and allowed salvia to drip. It took a soft clearing of his throat for Zinda's full attention to be brought on Peter.

"My apologies if I offended you," Zinda said. "It's just….I'm on a trigger. Poison Ivy exploded a plant near me and the pheremones made me hungry for cock, and Barbara….well she mentioned that you were here and…."

Zinda slid onto the bed and Spider-Man took off her uniform to reveal her in a purple bra and matching panties. The gorgeous blonde haired, blue eyed pilot moaned as Spider-Man edged his hands against her.

"Trust me, it's an honor to finally get to know you better," Peter said. "And if you need some tension, I'm here to help."

Zinda unclipped her bra and pretty much shoved her breasts into Peter's face for him to suck. Oh, the web slinger knew all of the right spots to suck. He grabbed her breasts and ground his cock against her hungry and needy thighs. Zinda closed her hands around him and moaned very aggressively as Spider-Man edged his prick against her warm and hungry slit to make her just groan.

"Spidey!" Zinda moaned. "You're so big. I want you in my pussy!"

"Let me taste you first."

Zinda tried to protest she was wet enough. She did not regret losing that chance when Spider-Man pinned her down on the couch and slurped her pussy very hungrily. Zinda's skilled hands maneuvered around the top of his head and edged Spider-Man inside of her warm box. She slurped it loud as it echoed throughout the room.

"Yes, eat me!" Zinda moaned. "Taste my pussy! You know you want it."

Oh Spider-Man knew he wanted it and he devoured Lady Blackhawk's tasty core. She had been wetter and hornier than usual. Her arousal stirred something deep within the loins of the hero. His cock brushed up against the cushions of Barbara's couch. Given what Barbara and Peter did on this couch before, he felt they would not mind.

After Peter got done making Zinda's pussy so wet it could flood a desert, he climbed up and cupped her face. The two smashed their lips together and made out quite succulently with each other. Zinda ran her hands down Peter's muscular frame as their chests and their lips smashed together.

Peter slid over and cupped Zinda's pussy.

"You're wet," Peter said. "I guess I shouldn't waste any more time."

Zinda shook her head and decided no he should not. Her pussy called for him, hungered for the handsome young stud. Spider-Man pressed against her and edged deep into her. His thick tool spiked inside of her body and made Zinda just moan out loud as possible.

"We shouldn't waste a single second more," Peter breathed in her ear.

"Noooo!" Zinda agreed. "Absolutely not!"

Spider-Man's hands pinned against her legs. They shifted so Zinda could rock up and down on her partner reverse cowgirl style. The thought of this legendary hero's eyes watching her with greed and lust pouring through her eyes made her explode in pleasure.

"You're so big!" Zinda breathed.

Oh, she was cock drunk now and Peter realized the floodgates were open. Lady Blackhawk's tantalizing cheeks rocked back and forth to make Spider-Man pressed down into her insides. He pushed her down and slid into her with each sliding motion. Zinda clamped down onto him and moaned out as loud as she could. Oh, it felt very good, to feel his mighty rod just slid into her body.

"Keep that up!" Zinda cried out for him. "Get deeper inside of me! Wreck me with your big fat cock."

Spider-Man tilted her forward and bent her over the edge of the couch. Those sticky, skilled hands manipulated motions on her breasts. Zinda rocked back and moaned the faster and faster her rocked into her.

"How do you like this? How do you like being my little cock sleeve?"

The rate Zinda clutched around him, she liked it a whole lot. Oh, her tight, pumping walls massaged Peter's loins. The blonde pilot's hair plastered against her face made her look like an angel. Spider-Man pushed down into her and rocked Zinda's body with as many hard and prominent thrusts as humanly possible. He drove down into her and made her just cry out for more.

"How do you like me doing that?" Spider-Man growled. "Slamming my cock in your pussy. You're pretty damn thirsty for this, aren't you?"

"YES!" Zinda moaned out. "OH YES!"

Peter plunged all the way down into her and made Zinda clutch around him. Her tight pussy wrapped around and released him with a fluid series of pumps. Spider-Man pressed down onto his body and made her just cry out with each passing motion driving him inside of her.

Oh, Zinda thought she might have bitten off more than she could chew. Too late now. Oh, she was cumming. Damn was she ever cumming. Her walls tightened around and milked Spider-Man as vigorously as possible. He had her right where he wanted her.

And more importantly, where Zinda wanted herself. She almost slid off of the couch before Spider-Man pulled her back and rocked into her body with the most intense thrusts possible.

No words were needed, just intense pleasure erupting through every last inch of her. Spider-Man pulled her in and pulled out of her.

Not finished, not by a long shot. Spider-Man situated Zinda so she mounted him. This allowed Spider-Man to suck on her breasts while Zinda hugged his head in close. The wild blonde pilot moaned as she rocked up and down.

Thankfully, neither had been coherent enough to make the obvious tacky joke about Zinda having a lot of experience in driving a stick. Her wet gooey box exploded all over the object of her lust. Whatever Ivy zapped her with, had long been sweated out of her system. What remained was very intense and very needy lust the faster Zinda rocked up and down on his hard pole.

Zinda flooded Spider-Man's throbbing hard organ with her orgasm. Oh, she liked this, but wanted Spider-Man to follow through and finish inside of her. It would be the perfect end to the perfect night if this perfect man just saturated her body with his cream.

"Baby," Zinda breathed in his ear. "Just a little bit more, please."

Peter pinched Zinda's nipples and sent her over the edge with the best pleasure possible. Zinda shook all over him and creamed herself all over his cock.

Closer, Spider-Man edged closer into her. Zinda was on auto-pilot. She rode him and edged him. Her lovely body just dropped up and down onto him. Spider-Man grabbed her hard and pushed Zinda completely down onto him with each riding motion.

And still closer. The cum churned up through his balls.

"Wouldn't you like to store all of that in a safe place?" Zinda huskily breathed in his ear.

Her accent grew thick with lust and her voice was ball-achingly sexy. Spider-Man pushed up into her body and allowed her to ride to another orgasm. He tightened up and once again launched himself deep into her body. Spider-Man pumped blast after blast of cum inside of her until his balls finally finished filling her body with all of the seed he stored in them.

The release drove both of them to the brink and made them both breath heavily from what they endured with each other.

The two came down from their mutual highs. Zinda cupped Peter's face and looked lovingly in her eye.

"Fantastic," Zinda breathed in his ear. "We're going to have to do this more often."

"Welcome to the club."

Barbara Gordon stood outside the door, dressed in a black bathrobe which clung to her body. She watched as Spider-Man's thick cock came out of Zinda's well fucked body. The crime fighter licked her lips.

"And there will be many more," Barbara said.

And Barbara's next play could not be more transparent, with her eyes fixated on Spider-Man's cock. She undid the slash of her robe and allowed it to drop while moving forward with a confident sway of her hips.

End.