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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 385: Beach Trip (3) *Slight R18*
🕑 Added 2025-11-03 04:30:23 +0000 UTC[Third Person Pov]
Aria came running ahead of Peter, her bare feet kicking up sand as she held a deflated donut float above her head like. Her hair—dark and damp from the ocean—clung to her cheeks and neck in messy strands. She stopped right in front of him and held the floppy ring out toward him with both hands.
“Blow,” she demanded.
Peter blinked, then raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
Aria gave him a bashful look, her big eyes softening. “Please…” she murmured, drawing out the word until it melted into a shy smile.
Peter scoffed. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, taking the inflatable donut from her. He pressed his lips to the valve and began to blow, his chest expanding with each breath. His cheeks puffed and turned faintly red as the ring slowly regained its round, colorful shape. When it was finally firm and bouncy again, he sealed the valve and slipped it over Aria’s head.
“There. Have fun,” he said with a grin. “We’ll be joining you in a minute.”
“Thanks!” Aria chirped before leaning in to plant a quick, salty kiss on his cheek. Then she was off again, dashing back toward the water.
Peter chuckled, wiping the wet spot she’d left on his face. When he turned around, he realized he had an audience. Felicia was lying on her stomach on the beach towel, chin propped on her hand, her white hair gleaming in the sunlight as she looked at him with a mischievous smirk. Her legs kicked lazily in the air behind her. Gwen and MJ weren’t far away, each of them watching with matching grins.
“What?” Peter asked, squinting suspiciously at them.
Felicia’s smirk widened. “Nothing. It’s just… you being all dad-like is very attractive,” she said in a sing-song tone. Gwen and MJ nodded in unison, barely hiding their amusement.
“It’s true,” Gwen said, laughing softly. “You actually look mature. It’s a nice contrast. If you told me last year you’d be acting like someone’s dad, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
MJ smiled, propping herself up on her elbows. “If this is how you’re going to be when we have our own kids one day, I think our future is looking very bright.”
Peter’s face went red instantly. “O–Okay, let’s not start planning about that when we're still in high-school—”
Felicia cut in, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be modest. From what Felix told me, you were apparently a great dad in his timeline. Guess you're just a natural born Daddy~.”
Peter groaned as the three of them burst into giggles.
After a few moments of laughter, Felicia reached toward him with the sunscreen bottle. “Anyway, since you’re already in a ‘dad mood,’ how about finishing the job? You only got my chest earlier. These legs aren’t going to butter themselves.”
“Yeah, yeah, come here, slave driver,” Peter muttered as he knelt beside her, rubbing lotion between his palms.
Felicia smirked. “Please. Like you’re not going to be enjoying this.” She stretched her legs out in front of her, toes wiggling.
Peter grinned and began to massage the lotion into her calves, his thumbs pressing into the muscle with deliberate care. “Damn right I am,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
Felicia’s breath caught as he worked his hands up her thighs, her tone shifting into a stifled noise between a moan and a sigh. Gwen and MJ exchanged glances, eyebrows raised. Felicia noticed and flushed, quickly snapping her fingers. A faint glow of silver magic spread from her palm and rippled across the sand when she slammed her hand down, forming a ring around them.
Peter looked around in confusion. “Uh, what was that?”
Felicia buried her face into her crossed arms, mumbling, “I just made it so the chances of us being spotted and heard are practically zero.”
Peter tilted his head. “You’re saying we could do anything and—”
“Exactly,” Felicia interrupted, peeking up at him with a sly grin. “Now we can be as loud and weird as I want without getting kicked off the beach.”
MJ frowned slightly. “Did you have to include us in the bubble?”
Felicia shrugged. “We’ve all done weirder things together. Don’t act shy now.”
Peter rolled his eyes, deciding not to argue. He returned to his task, kneading lotion into her thighs. But then, with a spark of mischief, he let a faint current of his bio-electricity flicker across his fingers.
Felicia yelped, jerking in surprise. “What the hell, Peter?!” she squeaked, cheeks flaring red.
He gave her a devilish grin, electricity crackling faintly between his fingertips. “Electroshock massage~,” he said in a sing-song voice.
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[2nd Person Pov]
Your hands move with deliberate slowness, kneading the firm muscle beneath the smooth skin. The faint static charge from your bio-electricity crackles against her nerves, making her toes curl into the towel beneath her. Felicia tenses at first, but gradually relaxes into your touch as you work your way up her calves. Felicia's breathing steadies as the tingling sensations fade into something deeper. She lets out a soft hum of approval, her eyes half-closed. "That's... actually not terrible," she admits, her voice carrying a grudging tone that doesn't quite mask the relaxation seeping into her muscles.
You pause at the back of her knee, feeling the delicate tendons and watching as goosebumps appear along her inner thigh. "Careful, Peter," she warns, though there's no real bite to her words. "That tickles." She moaned softly from your touch The charged pulse in your fingertips intensifies slightly, sending tiny sparks dancing across her skin as you work your way higher. Felicia gasps when the current jumps to a particularly sensitive spot behind her knee, her whole body twitching before settling back into the towel.
"Tch, you're enjoying this too much," she accuses, though her lips curl into a faint smile. Her fingers dig into the towel as you press against the junction of her thigh and hip, the bio-electricity making her muscles spasm deliciously. The sound she makes is half protest, half moan-deep and throaty in a way that sends heat straight to your groin.
"You're right, I am." A slow smirk spreads across your face as you increase the intensity just enough to make her squirm. The sunscreen provides perfect conductivity, allowing the current to flow more efficiently across her skin.
Felicia's breathing hitches as the electricity hits a particularly sensitive nerve cluster near her inner thigh, her back arching slightly off the towel.
"What are you-" she starts to protest, but her words dissolve into a quiet whimper as your fingers dig deeper, pressing the bio-electricity into the muscle fibers. Her fingers claw at the towel beneath her, knuckles whitening as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.
The sunscreen creates a slick barrier that your fingers glide across effortlessly as you work, the bio-electricity coursing through her skin in unpredictable patterns. Felicia arches her back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the dual assault overwhelms her nervous system. Her moans grow louder despite her efforts to stifle them, her thighs squeezing together as you press your thumbs into the tight muscles of her inner legs. The current surges stronger when you detect her wetness through the fabric of her bikini.
"You're... nngh... really pushing your luck, Peter," she manages between gasps, though her hips tilt slightly toward your hands in silent invitation.
You lean closer, your breath hot against her ear as you whisper, "Am I?" Your fingers press harder, working the sunscreen and bio-electricity deeper into her skin, the charge making her muscles twitch involuntarily. Felicia bites her lower lip, her hips lifting slightly off the towel as the dual stimulation overwhelms her senses. The charged contact between your fingertips and her inner thighs sends jolts straight to her core, making her clench around nothing. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her one piece, demanding attention.
"Not here," she hisses, though the way her body responds tells a different story.
Your hand slips beneath the damp fabric with practiced ease, the sunscreen already coating your fingertips providing perfect lubrication. Felicia sucks in a sharp breath when your hand makes contact with her bare skin, her muscles tensing immediately. The bio-electricity you've been channeling through your fingertips pulses stronger, sending tiny sparks dancing across her ass cheeks as you spread the sunscreen with slow, methodical strokes.
"Peter!" she hisses, her voice carrying equal parts outrage and arousal as you work the sunscreen into her skin. The charged current makes her entire body quiver, her hips grinding helplessly against the towel beneath her.
Your hands grow rougher by the second, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass as you work the sunscreen deeper. The bio-electricity crackles wildly now, each pulse sending visible arcs of blue-white energy between your fingertips and her skin. Felicia's moans become more desperate, her body writhing beneath your touch as the dual stimulation overwhelms her senses. She tries to maintain some semblance of control, biting her lip until it's nearly bloodless, but her hips keep bucking involuntarily.
"Too much," she gasps, her words cracking as another surge of electricity hits her directly in the tailbone. The charged sunscreen makes her skin tingle and burn in all the right ways, the heat intensifying as her blood rushes to the surface.
Her pussy clenches desperately, soaking through the fabric of her swimsuit.
"I can't-I'm gonna-" Felicia's protest dies in her throat as her orgasm rips through her, her entire body arching off the towel as she comes hard against your hands. Her back curves beautifully as her muscles spasm, a strangled cry escaping her throat as the bio-electricity peaks in time with her climax.
The orgasm tears through her body like a live wire, your charged fingers still pressed against her skin as she shakes uncontrollably. You maintain the pressure, feeling the intense contractions of her inner muscles through the fabric of her bikini. Felicia's breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the towel as the pleasure crests.
"Oh god," she whimpers, her thighs squeezing around your wrist as aftershocks ripple through her. The bio-electricity still hums beneath your fingertips, making the afterglow pulse through her nerves long after the initial wave has passed.
She is left panting and gasping, her skin flushed dark pink, sweat glistening along her collarbones and in the shallow dip between her breasts. When she finally opens her eyes, they're heavy-lidded and brimming with something between frustration and overwhelming satisfaction.
"You... you absolute bastard," she breathes, though there's no real venom in it-just the husky echo of her recent climax. Her body still trembles slightly as she tries to collect herself, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Once you are done with her, You dust your hands off and turn towards both Gwen and MJ, both were blushing, staring with mouth agape as they trembled.
You smiled pleasantly as you asked, “So who's next?”
Both Gwen and MJ look at the drooling and satisfied Felicia before turning towards each other and audibly gulping.
Comments
Bryan Vargas
Because its second person
Nick Pearson
Why do you keep saying your instead of his for peter
Bryan Vargas
🤣🤣🤣
Sin Vergil
Okay that title and the first word in the middle of the screen being "Blow" was a diabolical combination.
