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Chapter List
- 1-Ultimate Encounter
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DISCLAIMER: All characters owned by Marvel Entertainment and Marvel Characters, Inc. No infringement intended. This story is intended for adults only.
AUTHORS NOTE: This story takes place during Spider-Men #4. For those of you that haven't read it, the mini-series finally crosses over the Ultimate and Main 616 Marvel Universes. There will be SPOILERS for Spider-Men as well as the recent Ultimate line books as well.
Ultimate Encounter
He recognized her as soon as he walked out the door. She was more petite than his Mary Jane, still curvy, but definitely smaller and thinner, and the goth look was something the Party Girl MJ he met in college would have never have gone for, but... It was definitely her.
She definitely recognized him, too. He watched her pretty little face as each conflicting emotion washed over it: shock, bewilderment, anguish... And it ripped his heart in two. He reached out towards her, tried to cry out... But she turned and ran. He was just about to chase after her when Nick Fury called over to him from the limo. "Time to go home."
Peter's eyes darted from the fleeing girl to the limo and back, his face knotted with pain and longing, but somehow he couldn't find the words to speak. Fury must have read him like a book though, as the older man let out a frustrated sigh. "Triskelion, 0500," he said reluctantly.
"What?" Peter said, uncomprehending.
"I know what that girl's been through," Fury said quickly. "You go after her, but you damn well make sure you're back at the Triskelion by 0500."
Peter didn't even wait long enough to thank him, dashing off after her.
X
When he found her, she was slumped over in an alleyway, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hey, um... If recent events are any indication this is going to be super-awkward, but..."
There was so much warmth and compassion in his eyes, he could feel him practically beaming at her. Peter! It was really him, she knew it in a second. Just as she had always dreamed he'd grow up to be: taller (but still shorter than average), stronger, more mature... An adult Spider-Man. He'd grown into his face, become soft yet handsome. His brown eyes were warm and sad. He was gorgeous.
"I know what happened to... Um, me," he continued, "and... I thought maybe we should talk?"
Part of her wanted to get up and throw her arms around him, but... She couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to touch him. She nodded shakily, still unable to find her voice.
"Maybe somewhere that isn't a filthy alley?" he suggested awkwardly.
She drew herself off the ground, seasick and wobbly. "Yeah..."
He noticed a small crowd was forming around the back of the alley to watch them. "Maybe somewhere we won't be interrupted?"
She nodded solemnly. "Follow me."
X
He had meant to take her up to an isolated rooftop, but he was nervous to touch her. Instead he let her lead him through shadows and shortcuts until they lost their pursuers, then she snuck him around to the back of her house and directed him to climb up her window.
He was a little nervous to be in a teenaged girl's bedroom, but when she gestured for him to sit on the bed and she slid her hood down the reveal her familiar head of bright red hair, he felt a little more at ease.
Their conversation was understandably awkward at first, he asked her a little about her life and her plans for the future. She kept her replies short, but he was able to slowly get a picture of her life. He was impressed with her academic and journalistic achievements and saddened to realize she had apparently moved away from them lately.
Nervously scanning his eyes around her room, he noticed a picture of her with this Universe's Peter on the her desk, saw a contentment on his own face that he'd certainly never felt when he was that age. "I looked so happy..." he said, not really thinking.
And suddenly, she broke.
She told him the whole story, how her Peter had fought to save her and Aunt May, how he had died in her arms. He had heard it before, of course, but hearing it from her was entirely different. Her story was vivid, harsh, emotional... He could see the pain in her eyes as she described every detail, hear how proud she'd been of her boyfriend with every quiver of her voice. But more than anything else, he could sense how heartbroken she was. Eighteen years old and she was a war widow, having lost the man she'd loved more than anyone else in the world.
She reminded him of himself after Gwen had died... But the fact was, this young girl was much stronger than he'd ever been. After losing Gwen, he'd only made it through because his own MJ had been there to comfort him and he had web-swinging to throw himself into. This girl didn't have either and she was dealing with her pain better than he ever did.
"You really loved... him, didn't you?" he asked warmly.
"I always thought he was perfect..." she said, sadly, yet dreamily.
"Perfect?" Peter asked, shocked.
"A perfect person," she explained.
A moment of awkward silence feel between them.
Mary Jane finally found the strength to break it. "What about your MJ?"
Peter took a breath, wondering what to tell her. Finally, he found the words. "She's amazing... Beautiful, caring, much smarter than she'd ever give herself credit for... She's one of the strongest people I know... She's been mine strength when I was out more times than I could tell you... I crawled my way out of hell for her," he smiled awkwardly "sometimes literally."
Mary Jane gave a heartbroken smile. "So, you really love her?"
"She's the love of my life," Peter admitted, surprising himself.
She gave it a moment before asking. "Are you married?"
He shook his head. "We lived together for a while, but we aren't together now."
"Why not?" she asked fragilely.
"I don't know," he confessed. "We just keep breaking up and getting back together... It just happens that way."
"Yeah," she mumbled impossibly sadly, "I was like that with my Peter. I always hoped we'd get past that by the time we grew up."
He saw the tears well up in her eyes and felt like a total asshole. He wrapped an arm around her to comfort her as apologized. "I'm sorry, I should have been more sensitive..."
"I just hoped that if we grew up together, we'd finally be able to get married..." she said, trying not to cry.
He reached over and removed her glasses to wipe away her tears, but as soon as he was within reach, she leaned over to kiss him.
He felt his heart rip in half instantly, this was the woman he loved, but could not be with, the woman that his blood burned for like no other woman alive, but with a sweetness and innocence his MJ had lost years ago. He could feel her anguish, her suffering, but also her hunger and her desire for him, and how much she needed him after everything that happened, but he still managed to break away.
"We can't," he insisted. "Mary Jane, we can't do this. I'm not your Peter..."
"Shhh..." she said and she kissed him again. He didn't respond immediately, but he didn't pull away either, so she introduced her tongue into his open mouth, circling his tongue with it.
The feel of little pink tongue insistently exploring his mouth instantly set something off in him, he returned the kiss forcefully, so much so that her pliant young body bent backwards with the sheer force of it.
"Mmm!" she purred into the kiss.
He could feel her warm little body pressed tightly against him and his own body respond immediately. She was definitely eager, but she was still just a teenager and she was practically his own widow. He couldn't let this go any further. "Mary Jane," he said, finally breaking away. "This is wrong. We have to stop."
She kissed him briefly again, nearly silencing his doubts. "I need this... Please..."
"But you're so young..." he whispered.
"Not too young," she assured him. "And you're leaving tomorrow, so there's not much time."
Not much time? She was kissing him more aggressively now, her hands on his face and back. She pressed herself closer to him, even through the clothes he could feel the scorching heat emanating from her little vagina.
"Mary Jane..." he said in utter shock, "you're not asking me to..."
"We have to do this now," she nearly whimpered. "I can't let Peter Parker slip by again..."
Did she even know what she was saying? She was still so young and he knew better than anyone what it was like to lose a first love. His conscious was pulling him in a million different directions. What was the right thing to do here? Would it her more in the long run to turn her away or risk take advantage of her confused state?
"Are you thinking about what Uncle Ben would tell you to do?" she asked, almost a statement.
He hadn't even realized it, but of course he had. "Always," he admitted.
"See," she said, leaning in for another kiss, "our worlds aren't so different. But I don't think he has any advice for this situation."
"Mary Jane..." he breathed as he pulled away. "You're confused, you're in pain... You don't know what you're asking me to do. I can't take advantage of you like that."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "Listen to me," she said seriously. "There's only ever been one person I wanted to lose my virginity to. My whole life, only one guy. And we had plenty of chances, but we decided to wait. And then he died."
"MJ..."
"I had to live the rest of my life knowing I could never be with him... That I'd have to settle for someone I'd never be able to love the same way," she continued, trying to keep her tone steady. "Or keep going like this until I die, too."
"But I'm not the one you want," he pleaded softly.
"I know you're from a different world and you've had a different life," she said, lightly touching his chest, "but you're definitely Peter Parker... Your eyes, your heart... You're the only one that can do this for me. And I know exactly what I want right now. And who."
He looked into her deep green eyes, so familiar, but so fragile, so certain, so determined to get what she wanted. "Are you sure you want this?"
She kissed him deeply in response and this time there was no resistance. Soon, even his reluctance began to melt away, and he was returning the kiss, deeply and hungrily. She could feel his doubts in kiss and his embrace, the pain and love he felt for her other self, as well as the first stoking fires of his feeling for her.
Peter was shocked by his own feelings of lust and desire for this MJ. The lingering doubts of that he was taking advantage of either her youth or her pain rang in his head like another spider-sense, but she was more than frank about what she wanted and he couldn't bear to bring her anymore heartbreak. The sweet smell for her filled his nostrils, driving him onward as he plundered her mouth.
"Mmm..." MJ moaned. Her heart was pounding like a rabbit's, she was finally making this happen, finally making on her way to making love to Peter Parker! This was a very different Peter, of course, the arms that held her and hands currently wrapped around her were so much larger and stronger, the results of a decade of spider-strength. But the way he touched her, the way he made her feel... this was definitely Peter. She wanted to show her assertiveness and moved her hands downward.
"Mary Jane..." he moaned. Peter felt her grope towards his belt and, battling the knot forming in his stomach, he helped her find the hem of his shirt while he removed his hidden web-cartridge belt. She struggled slightly to remove the tight spandex top, mostly because she was tracing every ripple of his abs and chest as she uncovered them; he could feel her sheer amazement at his powerful physique. When his shirt was fully removed, she reached for his web-shooters and he instinctively went to help her with them, but she was able to remove them with little difficulty.
"I've done this before, remember," she said a little sadly.
He tried to come with something of comfort to say to her, but she let him know it was unnecessary by quickly lowering herself to his hairless, muscular chest and kissing his amazing pecs while running her hands over his rock hard abs. He hugged her face close and he felt her teeth sink into his flesh, as if she was trying to taste the realness of him. She began to suck his skin through her teeth, doubtless to mark him. He was delighted with her possessiveness and watched her work. "Little vampire," he teased.
MJ couldn't believe how sculpted the older Peter's body was, the superhuman muscles of an adult Spider-Man. She was starting to lose her confidence, but that was okay. He was older and more experienced, she needed him to take control. She just had to get him excited enough. Her mind set, she finally pulled away from his chest, leaving him definitively marked.
He followed her eyes as she examined her handiwork. "You're really proud of yourself, huh?" he asked in admiration.
"Might be my masterpiece," she quipped.
She then took his hand in hers and brought it up to the zipper of her hoodie. He followed her lead and slowly pulled it down. She helped him remove it from her arms and shoulders and he let it drop to the floor. Underneath her her hoodie she was wearing a snug black spaghetti-string camisole that perfectly conformed to her tight little body while also exposing the straps of her bra, as well as the beautiful pale skin of her arms and shoulders.
"MJ," he growled hungrily.
He kissed her vigorously on the neck and shoulders, running his hands along the sides of her camisole. MJ giggled slightly when he reached her familiar ticklish spot just above her waist. He hugged her tightly and felt her firm breasts flatten against the muscles of his bare chest. The feeling fired his desire, and he reached down to seize her tight little ass.
"Oh!" she gasped with excitement as his strong hands grabbed her buttocks firmly and began to squeeze and caress. For most of their relationship, she and her Peter had hovered around this level and she found it comforting. She would almost have been happy if they left it at this, Peter however had other goals in mind. He slipped his hands down the back of her tight black pants, more directly claiming her ass through the fabric of her panties. "Yes!" she gasped excitedly before being silenced with another lusty kiss.
Peter tried to temper his excitement, to remind himself that for as familiar as this all felt for them it was still fundamentally their first time, and her first ever. Her ass was smaller than his MJ, firmer and a little higher; the silky, almost metallic feel of her panties enthralled him and he had to stop himself from moving to front of moving inside them yet, trying to respect her virginity. He contented himself for now with dancing and massaging her cute little round butt. He firmly squeezed each angelic cheek, then slowly, ever so lightly, traced her cute little buttcrack with one hand and felt her shutter in excitement. "Peter..." she moaned into the kiss.
With her approval given, he slipped his hand down the back of her panties. He groped her tight little ass firmly, still tender but more forcefully, more hungry. He was really taking control of the situation and it definitely appealed to her. She had never felt more desired, feeling this powerful man nearly drunk on his lust for her... she was feeling hornier than she had before, too, she could feel her warmth gushing out of her in torrents. "Ooohhh..."
He firmly squeezed Mary Jane's sexy teenaged ass harder than ever now that he was touching it directly. The skin was taut and youthful beneath his fingers, the added pressure of her tight pants nearly pining his hand in place making the feeling all the more luscious. The rough callous of his gripping spider-finger tips on the sensitive skin of her buttocks was definitely driving her wild as she started to grind herself against him.
"God, MJ," he groaned, "your ass..." It was so perfect, so firm in his hands as he fondled it. He could feel she was getting wet, too. His own erection pulsed in reply. As much as he wanted to keep enjoying her ass, he knew it was time to move things forward.
He sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her down with her with so she was in his lap. He could feel the heat from her fiery little pussy much better in that position and it washed away more of his resistance, drove him to go further. He reached for the hem of her little camisole and she raised her hands above her head so he could pull it off her. He lifted it slowly, exploring first her the slight curve of gorgeous little pale stomach, then her little ribcage, and finally her beautiful, youthful breasts wonderfully supported by a small leopard-print bra. His eyes widened at the sight and he removed her shirt the rest of the way, eager to be free of the obstacle. He tossed it across and she laughed playfully, his heart warmed to see her genuinely happy for the first time.
She felt his gaze all over her nearly naked chest, feel the hunger behind it. "So gorgeous..." he whispered, fueling her pride.
He rested a hand lightly on her precious stomach, and she giggled involuntarily. Ticklish, he thought, just like his Mary Jane. He gave her a few little tickles and she began to laugh writhe uncontrollably, her petite young body shuddering in a way that made her breasts bounce delightfully in their bra. He kept tickling her to help her relax while turning them both on. She was clearly enjoying it, but wanted to keep him on track, and placed his hands on her hips while lowering her breasts to his eye level.
Peter licked his lips. Her sexy little bra that pushed her firm breasts up wonderfully, they were smaller than the Mary Jane he knew, but no less desirable. He kissed her lightly, tentatively on the hollow of her neck, still not daring to kiss her lower. She ran her fingers through his hair and motioned him lower in encouragement. He complied and brought his face to the valley of her breasts, taking a nervous breath before moving further. He kissed her firmly between her breasts, then moved to her left breast, kissing her bracup firmly.
"You always loved my bras," MJ smiled, recognizing the habit from her Peter and hugging him closer to her chest. He kissed the bra more attentively and she could feel him hardening against her butt. He kissed each of the leopard spots in turns, then began to lick and very lightly bite the material, returning the hug and slowly creeping his hand down the alabaster skin of her smooth young back.
Mary Jane adjusted her position to straddle him, giving him unrestrained access to her tits. She had bought this bra with Peter in mind and had to continue to wear it out of necessity... she was happy it was finally serving its purpose. He cleared loved it as much as her Peter would have. He was focusing entirely on the left bracup, kissing and biting the material while he groped the right cup with his powerful hand until, unable to restrain himself any longer, he reached into her right bracup, just barely grazing the nipple. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she screamed.
He felt her shutter in his lap and continued with his advances, finally kissing her cleavage directly.
"Mmm!" Mary Jane moaned as he made contact with her skin at last. She could feel the slight burn of his stubble against her sensitive skin, something she never had to deal with much with her Peter, who could go days without shaving. She reached for his right hand and brought back up to her chest, urging him onward.
Peter struggled with the last remnants of his self-control. He had already gone further with her than he ever planned with this teenage girl, much further than he could ever justify to himself, but now they were about to reach the point of no return. He couldn't help himself, though, he wanted her so much, and they both needed this so badly.
"Peter..." she pleaded, running her fingers through his thick brown hair. Still trying to accept what he was doing, he pulled down the bracup and began to grope her breast in earnest. He caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he massaged the whole wonderful pale flesh of her breast. "Oh!"
His hands were so strong, calloused from years of fighting, but tender and loving; whether it was experience with her other self or women in general, he knew exactly how to touch her to elicit the most pleasure. She ground her pubic mound against him almost unconsciously in response.
Her sensitive skin was turning red under the pressure of his touch, as he massaged it more roughly. Then he wrapped his free hand around to her lovely pale back and was petting it lightly. After a few moments of this however, he began to first stroke the silken straps of little bra, then reached behind for the clasp. Mary Jane felt him undo the back of her bra as he continued to stroke her now naked back. "I was thinking it was time for that to come off," she said softly.
He smiled warmly at her and she helped him slide the bra down her arms. He kissed the inside of first the left cup, then the right before tossing it across the room. Mary Jane giggled, but soon stopped laughing as he at last took her left breast in his mouth and wrapped his lips around her hard little pink nipple. "Peter! Oh god!"
He was beyond guilt now, he was suckling her teenage tits and it made him hornier then he'd ever been. He sucked her tender nipple relentlessly, feeling the firm flesh of her breast against his face. She was really responding, too, she straddled him tighter and hugged her arms more firmly to crush his face against her chest. "Ohhhhhhh..." she grunted into the crown of his hair.
His lips were tightly sealed around the hard little mushroom cap of her nipple, his tongue licked at it. She felt so exquisite, he had to have more. He brought as of her left breast into his mouth as he could while he cupped and played with the right one.
After several moments of this, he moved away from her bruised nipple and kissed her between her breasts, then just below them on her little ribs and further down, briefly letting his tongue circle her belly button. She wondered if he could hear the knots in her stomach as she sat on the edge of the bed, anxious for what would happen next.
Slowly, almost ceremoniously, he pushed together the snap at the top of her jeans and eased down the zipper, then cinched the tight black stretch jeans down, exposing her incredibly pale, very lightly freckled, smooth, shapely yet thin legs. When they reached her feet, she helped him by stepping out off them one foot at a time, and she lay on the bed, fully exposed save for a pair of small, purple bikini panties, nervously rubbing her legs together.
For a moment he merely drank her in. She was so different than his MJ. Even with the age difference in mind, she lacked much of the curves, the confidence, the sheer sex that Mary Jane had always irradiated... but there was still something about her that made her unmistakably the woman he loved more than any other. And if possible, he was starting to want this MJ more than his own.
He'd rested a hand gently on her gorgeous stomach and he could feel her restless breathing. She was clearly nervous, but anxious to continue. He lowered his face slowly to her veiled vagina and nuzzled softly at her panties, then lightly kissed the fabric once. "Ohhh..." she moaned.
Mary Jane arched her back and placed a hand on his head, mussing his hair, so he went further with his advances, kissing and licking her clearly wet pussy through the silken material of her panties.
"Oh!" she moaned. "We never... We never got to do that, either..."
Peter paused. "He never tasted you?"
"Not directly," she admitted shyly. "Just from a finger."
Peter nodded. "We'll have to correct that too, then."
She tried to hide her blush as he hooked his thumb around the waistband of her panties, nibbling lightly at the crotch through the fabric and watching her writhe and moan. At last, he began to slow peel her final garment, slowly down the legs, eyes focused on the girlcum stains on the inside of her panties as they trailed them down her thighs, her knees, and finally her feet as she stepped out of them as well.
MJ watched him bring her panties to his face and eagerly sniff and then kiss them as he had her bra before tossing them aside as though she'd never need them again. Finally, he turned his gaze to her exposed vagina, and the heat and lust she felt from his eyes made her blush worse than ever before. Reflexively, she went to close her legs shyly, but the way he moaned her name stopped her.
"MmmmmmJjjjjj..."
Her little vagina was more beautiful than he ever could have imagined, so pink and ready, cuter than any he'd ever seen before, even on her other self... And her bush! She had an amazing, full natural thatch of red hair between her legs; completely untamed. His Mary Jane had to keep hers trim or bare for her modeling work, he'd almost forgotten how much sexy a natural pubic bush was. "You're so beautiful..." he gasped, running his hand through it. He kissed each of her thighs in turn, then the red hair between her legs, before finally moving to her little pussy.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed as she felt his mouth at her slit, first a light kiss at her gates, then a tentative lick, before finally his tongue began to probe her walls. She reflexively moved her hand down to his head, mussing his thick brown hair. "Yessss..."
MJ's body quivered with each lick. She had widened her legs even further and kept thrusting her hips back and forth with each heavy breath. Her pussy was so amazingly tight, he was really having doubts she could even take his cock, so he focused making her as wet as possible. "I want you..." she moaned. "I want you..."
He'd give her a shallow lick, then follow up with a deep plunge, pushing his tongue as far as he could into her incredibly warm, wet core, only to withdraw almost entirely and kiss and nibble her lips. When he went deep, her breath would catch and she'd hump her beautiful red bush into his face, so he grabbed both of her gorgeous asscheeks and pushed her little eighteen year old sex up towards his mouth, lavishing her with deep, strong laps of his tongue.
"So good..." she moaned, "just like that..."
Finally he found her tiny clitoris and took it in his mouth, inserting a finger into her hot little slit. It was so warm, so ready... Mary Jane always had the best pussy of any girl he'd ever been with... the best taste, the best feel... Definitely the most inviting. For all his uncertainty, the idea of being this young MJ's first lover made him harder than he'd been in years.
MJ gripped the bed, Peter had just added another finger into her. It felt amazing, he was so skilled, and she could feel her lust boiling up deep with her belly. She'd never been so wet in her life before, so ready for him to take her, yearning to finally feel so release. "Peter..." she begged, "eat me..."
He moved his tongue back inside of her, while keeping the two fingers in place. He diddled her little love button while softly scissoring his fingers inside her vagina, trying to at least prep her somewhat for what was about to happen. With his tongue he eagerly drank her juices, watching his young lover's sweet little belly rise and fall wildly with each action. When he was confident she was finally ready for him, he pulled his hands away and licked his fingers. "You taste better than anything," he said enthusiastically.
She couldn't find her voice, but her face was unconvinced.
He fingered her again, soaking two fingers in her gleaming honey. "Taste," he instructed, offering his soaked the fingers to her.
Still breathless, she leaned over and sucked it happily. He was definitely right about her flavor... so tart and sweet! Totally unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Do all girls taste like that?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Just you," he answered honestly. "No other woman can compare to Mary Jane Watson."
Her little face turned very serious, her green eyes steely. "Peter Parker, make love to me."
Peter rose up from between her thighs. He stood before her and began to remove his boots. She watched him in awe, her eyes full of love. Finally he removed his pants and boxer briefs letting them pool on the ground, leaving his muscular body completely naked, his penis jutting out eagerly.
MJ took a step back. This Peter was much larger than the one she had known, which she should have expected, but the size difference was truly frightening. She couldn't believe her other self took that into herself frequently, let alone that she was preparing to do the same thing herself. In an effort to prove to him and herself that she was ready for this, she took his massive member in her hand, and began to wank him quickly, feeling the beast grow even larger and firmer in her palm.
Peter watched her lovely as her rough little hands stroked his cock, her eyes desperately seeking his approval. She had done this before, but not often, and her overconfidence in her inexpert abilities brought home what he was actually about to do. "Mary Jane... Let's stop for a moment," he said. "Let's stop."
Her face distorted with hurt and confusion. "Don't you want to do it with me?" she asked, nearly breaking.
"Of course I do, it's just..." he trailed.
"Peter, please," she begged, "I need this, I want this..." she stroked the tip of his cock lightly. "Only you can do this for me, take this from me... Please make love to me."
Hearing her say those words so certainly nearly shattered his resolve entirely, but he managed to hold himself back. "I'm not your Peter, I'm not really the one you want."
"You are," she insisted. "You're the person I always hoped he would grow up to be... The Peter I hoped I grow up to marry..."
Peter drew closer to her again, but slowly. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Of course."
He lowered her lightly back onto the bed, leaning her down with a kiss until he was atop her. She rubbed her thighs together eagerly and he brought two fingers to her wet pussy, teasing her to gather her juices, then anoint his cock with them. Once he felt certain they were both significantly lubricated, he gently spread her legs with his strong hands and gazed on last time between them at her waiting pussy, steeling himself for what was about to happen.
"Take me," she whispered evenly.
He brought the bulbous head of his penis to her lips and slowly entered the incredibly wet, warm channel of her sex, so tight he could barely move inside her. "Uhhhnn..." she groaned, impossibly erotically.
He stopped once her reached her hymen and again looked deeply into her eyes for approval, which he found along with trust and hunger. He moved back slightly, and then with one strong, measured thrust of his hips took her virginity forever.
"Ahhh!" MJ cried out in pain and bit him again, much harder this time, into his shoulder. Her teeth tore into his flesh and drew blood. He held her gently while remaining motionless, she was shaking slightly and holding him tightly while she nursed herself on his blood. It was a habit he'd recognized from his own Mary Jane, so he knew it would safe and allowed her to indulge herself in drinking the red liquid, somehow comforted to know its origin. After a moment, she pulled away and encouraged him to continue. "Please..." she begged.
Mary Jane felt him start to move inside her again. Peter was being incredibly careful with her, only giving her some of his massive length, being very shallow with his movements, judging her reactions almost scientifically as he tried to make her as comfortable as he could. He was exactly as she'd always expected he'd be... So loving, so gentle, yet so powerful. But it was still more than she should have taken now... This Peter was a man, as his experience proven, it was too painful, too big.
He must have read the pain on her face, because he moved a hand down between their bodies and began diddle her clitoris, teasing the little button and bringing her body more pleasure to counter the pain. "Ohhhh..." she moaned. She felt herself get wetter, her body learning to accommodate his size with each gentle motion.
After several moments of careful lovemaking, Peter watched the young girl's face turn slowly from pain to pleasure, felt tight embrace of her nether walls begin to welcome him. She shifted from passively accepting him to returning, though tentatively, his thrusts. She still gripped him tightly, but it felt more like possession than reassurance. She was starting to enjoy herself and, he realized, this was starting to be more about the two of them than either of their counterparts.
"You felt it, too..." she said dreamily.
He gave her a quick kiss, then started moving more quickly inside her. Her body was starting really inviting him now, embracing as much of his length as he could offer and he risked giving her more, making his thrusts deeper. He'd never been with a girl this young, even Gwen was 20 by the time he'd lost his virginity to her and he was surprised at the difference those few years made. She was so warm, so tight... so precious. He had to give her more.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, her head rolling back in ecstasy.
He kept going that way, keeping his movements gentle and controlled, but trying to bring her as much pleasure as possible. Mary Jane was so vocal, so responsive... just like the one he knew, but so angelic and innocent, he was determined to make her first experience as memorable as possible. "You're so beautiful..." he gasped, watching her face as moaned. "Your face..."
Her older lover continued to plunge in and out of her as struggled to keep rhythm with him. He was really ravaging her body for pleasure, drawing each sensation out of her. The weight of a man was surprisingly comforting, felt oddly right to Mary Jane, but she wanted to try something else, to let him know how ready she was for all of him, and so she grabbed his ass and motioned for him to flip over. He reluctantly complied and was soon on his back with Mary Jane straddled atop him. She assumed a cowgirl position, knowing that it would force him to give her more of his length. The girth of him was pushed with struggle even further into warm caress, and she began to ride him.
Peter hadn't expected her to be ready for another position so early and he was more than a little surprised at her willingness to take his full length, but the change made it easier for him to pay attention to her little ass and her firm, young breasts, which were currently bouncing irresistibly. "Oh god, MJ..." he gasped, reaching up to take her sexy tits in his hand and play with her nipples as grounded her tight little pussy over him.
He was in total control of her body, giving her sensations she could hardly believe. She could feel him moving inside her, so strong, yet so gentle. She had adjusted to him enough that he could move a bit more fully and freely, and it made her feel euphoric. "This is why you were sent here..." she gasped in a daze.
Peter keep her breasts firmly in hand as they moved together, squeezing them gently as erect little nipples pressed against his palms. The feel of her surrounding him, her love stroking him, her delicious friction. "So perfect..." he moaned.
"Peter!" she gasped. He was so big and she felt so full, pushed to the absolute limits of pleasure as he attended to her needs completely. He knew exactly how to touch her, or else he was perfectly gauging her reactions, either way she was totally satisfied. "Oh, god... You're so big..."
Peter could feel his climax coming, but was restrained himself so she could finish first. He could feel how close she was, see it in her face and that moans and gasps she was making, but mostly in the way she was clenching around him. He moved his hands to her hips, determined to help her along. Just a few more thrusts.
Mary Jane couldn't believe everything she was feeling right now, Peter was clearly holding himself back, and yet he was doing things to her body she'd only read about. She could feel something boiling deep inside her that she could only imagine was her first orgasm. "Peter... Peter... please... please..."
He felt her teenaged sex clamp down on him and he knew she was there, he grabbed her firm ass once more and thrust deeply into her. "Mary Jane..."
"I... Love... You!" she shouted as she came explosively, soaking his thrusting cock and he knew in that instant that she was saying to him, this him.
Once he had managed to pull out, he placed his arms around her and kissed her head. "I love you, too."
He watched her as she lie on her back, exhausting and gasping for air, an utterly sated expression on her sweet face. Her stomach and breasts moved sexily with each gasp. His dick was still hard, but she wasn't going to be ready for another round for awhile... but that was fine as long as he got to have her again. Hopefully several times.
"I told you. There's no one in the universe like Mary Jane Watson," he said admiringly, brushing a stray hair from her angelic face. He kissed her, long and hard, her taste still lingering on both their lips.
"You're really good at this," she said when they finally broke the kiss.
He gave a self-deprecating smile. "Well, you really don't have anything to compare it to."
She gave him another quick little kiss. "Liar. You clearly know what you're doing," she said brightly and he was glad she finally smiling.
He gave her a quick hug. "Well, I was trying to make our first time extra special," he admitted. He had meant to say "your first time," and reddened slightly at the slip, she noticed this and snuggled closer to him.
"Is like that with the other me?" she asked cheerfully.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "A little. You like some of the same things... It's still the best it's ever been," he admitted nervously. "But you're definitely you're own person."
"You, too," she replied, snuggling into the crook of his chin.
As she drifted off to sleep with her arms resting on his muscular hairless chest, she could swear she felt her Peter smiling down on them for somewhere.

To be continued... If you want...
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