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One Spider to Fuck Them All	By : sexdottxt Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Morning Ginger Snack
- 2-A Spider's Hand
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Miles Morales was sitting back with a smile on his face. Normally he wouldn't have been doing that, not at Visions Academy anyway. Back at Brooklyn Middle, he had acquired a reputation as being one of the cool kids, and one of the reasons for that was that he simply didn't care. He simply coasted by on his grades, content to live out life as he pleased. All he needed were his friends and his ne'er do well attitude. If things got better for him, then they did. And they had, when he won that lottery chance to go to Visions.

He thought things would be the same. But he had that mindset wrung out of him as soon as he set foot on his new campus. Visions Academy had standards set for him. He understood that his first morning when he had to actually put on a school uniform. What really shook him out of it though was understanding that his street smarts which had gotten him out of so many hairy situations would not take him anywhere here. He had to do things by the book.

That wasn't Miles' worst problem. Not only were the teachers strict, it was the students too. They were nothing like what he was used to back at Brooklyn Middle. He didn't know every single student here, figured he hadn't seen all of them either, but he'd yet to find a single one who was dark skinned, not even a single Asian one either. He felt out of place, wondering if he really belonged. Always prided himself on being a black sheep in New York City. Now he was starting to relate to Jacko on some level, a black boy in white skin. Weirdo he might have been, guy was very much a product of America.

But it was easy for Miles to step up his game. When he left Brooklyn Middle, he wasn't just some kid with no ambitions. Even back where everybody thought they knew Miles Morales, that was just another mask. At his old haunt, he wasn't just a black sheep, he was the black sheep. A radioactive spider bite had taken care of that.

And Peter Parker had taken care of him. Been his protege for two years now. He was well out of the novice stages of being a superhero. Now with his own spider-suit and calling himself Spider-Man just like the OG, even going out on missions, his life was definitely not the same anymore. He had a lot to be proud of.

Things had changed so much. Him, his mindset on life, everything. Still, for all that changed, there was still a whole lot that was the same. Namely, girls.

It's why he was sitting back and smiling. No matter how crazy things had gotten, girl talk always eased the mood. These kids at Visions were nothing like the ones back from he used to hang, lots of them were really stuck up and preppy. Figured that maybe it was a good thing he was the only black kid here, because if he found some rich douchebag kid who was dark or Asian, that'd make him stand out even more. But no matter who they were or where they came from, he could always relate to pining after smoking hot babes.

He was just listening in on their conversation. Some of them had given out some really crazy answers. Like some of the old lunch ladies or the ugly girls around school. Then they started giving out serious answers. One of them was talking about Gwen Stacy. Blonde, a bit stuck up, but yeah, he shared the sentiment. They wouldn't shut up about her.

Miles was smiling hearing her name. Hearing all the guys getting so bold talking about her and what they'd like to do with her, he was starting to get ideas himself. Maybe even make her his. Blacks on blondes didn't just need to be a porno variety. It could be real life. She smiled at him a few times and it made him want to melt. And a girl like her, he knew that for all her proper demeanor, she was probably a real freak in the sack.

“Hey you know who's really hot?” said another one. “Mary Jane Watson.”

That got all the other guys hooting and hollering. Miles didn't say anything, but that got his attention too. The whole country knew about Mary Jane Watson at that point. Once an up and comer, now her beautiful image was plastered all over the country. Whether it was commercials or magazine covers, even flashing across buildings on Times Square, and the occasional movie too, people knew who she was. With her classic beauty, she had no shortage of admirers.

Especially because he knew her. After first entering into Peter's mentorship program to be another Spider-Man, it was a great honor to be introduced into his personal life. But he had no idea that his teacher's lady love would be the one and only Mary Jane Watson. She was beautiful from a distance, but interacting with a stunner like her up close was being hit in the face. His life just kept on getting more interesting.

At that point, his classmates were getting really vocal about her. Talking about her commercials, about what they liked best about her. Even before meeting her up close, Miles had to agree. She was hot, and no guy in his right mind would deny that. Could turn even the most devoted of husbands into a cheating bastard and make the most classy of ladies want to start a nasty little cat fight.

But they didn't know her, had never spoken with her. He was aware of his status as some out of place kid here at Visions. It was one thing to conceal his identity as another Spider-Man. It was another to have this advantage over these high and mighty pampered kids who thought they were better than everybody else. It almost made Miles fall over laughing. Some of them might as well have been royalty where they came from. Most of them would never be real heroes with all the perks and benefits that job brought on.

And all the headaches too. As soon as school was over, Miles was scheduled to meet up with Peter. The pride of his life came with responsibilities too. He hadn't gotten the great power speech in the same way that Peter had, but he had it drilled into him plenty of times. Whether it was combat training or on missions.

Or even on boring patrol duty. Going to the top of one of New York's many skyscrapers, Miles looked down on it all. Under the afternoon sky, it wasn't sunset. But the sky was getting darker in that dim shade of gold.

This is my sun, Miles thought to himself. My sky, my city. Nobody can take that away from me.

Unbound with only heaven itself to see him. With his powers he felt like he was one of the first of the earth's creatures to feel it's light and would still be in those ranks as it sunk below the horizon. Together with Peter, he felt like on top of the world. Nothing like race or status to chain him down.

He might as well have been on top of the world. No longer dressed in his civilian clothes, he was no longer Miles Morales with all the limitations of that identity. Instead he was put head to toe in his black and red spider suit. There was only one thing that limited him here. And that was the OG standing beside him.

“You ready?” said Peter.

“Fuck yeah,” said Miles.

Even with Peter's face masked, Miles could see the trace of a smile underneath. Maybe it wasn't entirely sincere, maybe it was a bit of the seniority thing disapproving of his apprentice's potty mouth. Two years of being partners, they were well familiar with each other's personalities at that point. Had fought side by side. Still, things could get heated between the two.

If Peter objected to that about Miles now, he didn't care enough to say anything.

Then they were off. Slinging from building to building, it had scared Miles the first time he did it. Not that he'd let it show to Peter. Looking back on it, he had a feeling the OG knew. He wondered to himself sometimes how Peter felt the first time he went webslinging across town.

Whatever fear Miles felt the first time around changed to excitement as soon as he was doing it. He was so caught up in it that all he wanted to do was do it again. Peter obliged and that just made Miles like him more.

It didn't take long for duty to take over. He remembered he actually rolled his eyes when Peter taught him about proper patrolling. About making sure to keep an eye on the city streets below as well as to watch where you're jumping. At first it took him out of the fun of the thing. Like he was learning to drive again for the first time.

But that was just one of the responsibilities of being a superhero. That boyish first time soon changed to the steady consistency of pride. He felt like a protector. All the people of this city under his watchful eye.

In his mind anyway. Peter watched him the whole time on his maiden flight. He remembered the first time he slung across the city rooftops. How he had adjusted beyond that role to real fighting, time after time as the blows would teach him new things. And how no matter how powerful he felt, he would still have much to learn.

It wasn't long before the sky began to darken further. The sun almost descending to the horizon, most people would consider that enough to turn in, but Miles had developed a keen eye for navigating in the dusk. But soon nightfall would approach. Webslinging in the dead of night wasn't so easy.

They both landed on the balcony of an apartment at a huge building.

“How about we call it a day?” said Peter.

“Works for me,” Miles said.

“Good.”

That made sense to Miles. He knew where they had landed. This wasn't just any balcony and it just wasn't any apartment complex. It was Peter's pad.

Peter played it cool. Not wanting anyone watching to get the idea that the lovely resident here was at all connected to Spider-Man, he knocked on the slider door like he was just at some stranger's place. Like he had no choice but to make an awkward intrusion.

The reality was so far from that. The slider door opened and the resident inside smiled at the sight of them. The two guys were also grinning ear to ear.

Anyone would feel lucky to be in her presence. Mary Jane Watson was well known across the city, was published in magazines and had her face put in ads run across the country. And soon she hoped to make it global.

But not many people knew her personally. Let alone had the privilege of seeing her up close in the flesh. That long red mane of hers was tied up in a bun but no matter how classy she did herself up, she would inspire desire and envy from everyone around her. Her luscious pouty lips were blank across her beautiful face yet to her admirers they spoke so many words and on a woman like her, it made her look like she was smiling. Barefaced now, her allure wasn't just a thing airbrushed and edited to perfection, and yet for all the things that would make it flawed in the eyes of a photographer, the uneven freckles dotting her face and the dimples around her mouth, she still easily surpassed any model ten times more famous than her dolled up to look too good to believe. No, a woman like her was all real.

Especially now. This evening she was only wearing a blue silk robe embroidered with elegant gold designs and split open to reveal her jawdropping body hid inside. Wearing nothing on that save a bra and panties, both guys got an eyeful of her lovely features. Her massive rack, her smooth and flat stomach, and her sexy shapely legs. What so many men had salivated over from afar was laid bare to these two guys here.

And as he looked closer, Miles could see MJ was smiling. But not one of those dumb fake wide grins that so many girls and especially those at Visions liked to do. No, it was one where her lips smiled ever so slightly at seeing them again, just enough to make her look cute and sassy in equal measure. “Come on in boys.”

“Don't mind if I do!” said Peter, walking on in.

“Uh, sure thing,” said Miles, following behind him.

That prompted her to giggle and Peter barely kept himself from snickering. Miles always felt worthy of the moniker Spider-Man after a hard day's work. But that laughter from MJ made him feel like a boy all over again even though it was at his expense.

As if the sight of her alone wasn't enough to do such a thing. Her back turned to them, Miles was deprived of the gorgeous sight of her body underneath. He was still having himself a view, even though the silk robe was not transparent, nothing could hide her naturally large cake from view, moving against the garment, bouncing with every step she took. He tried to keep himself from getting hard against his spider suit.

Fortunately he wouldn't have to worry about that for too much longer. She felt his gaze on her and turned back to look at him, and that was enough to keep him from getting a stiffy on the spot. He was still masked but she saw where he was looking.

She looked up at him. He looked into her green eyes a little longer than he expected, they were so deep he couldn't look away. MJ frowned a little bit, but otherwise shrugged her shoulders and turned back around.

Let him look, she thought to herself, grinning a bit at the idea. An innocent crush never hurt anyone.

For all his talents, Miles couldn't read minds. Came so far in the world, but there were still things he couldn't get over. Maybe it's because in the regular world with the mask off, he was a black boy and she was a white woman. But he had felt her slightest bit of annoyance on her face like a knife.

“Peter, if we're done here...” he said.

“Yeah?” he said, taking his mask off.

“I'll be heading home now.”

“Oh yeah sure. Be seeing you Miles.”

Miles went back out to the balcony. He was just about to go slinging again when MJ said, “Bye.”

He barely kept himself from jumping up at that. A single word but her natural tone of voice, it made it sound so erotic and flirty at once. Enough to mess him up good. “Uh, yup, see ya,” he stuttered. He didn't look back, even though everything in him wanted to. He moved his arm up in an awkward wave goodbye and then jumped forth. Not as confident a leap as he would have liked, but at least he was out of that situation.

He slung back home as fast as he could. His jumps weren't as skillful or careful as they needed to be. Hoped they weren't talking about him. He just wanted to be away from that whole scene.

It wasn't long before he was back home. His folks weren't home. That was a relief. He had some things he needed to do in private without any interruption.

He quickly changed out of his spider suit. Then he got on his computer. He was Miles Morales, was going to a prep school like Visions Academy, was the second Spider-Man and had saved the world plenty of times. And here he was getting ready to jack off on the net like any basement dwelling neckbeard.

The internet had so much porn and smut. Every fetish you could want under the sun. But he knew exactly who he was looking for. Mary Jane Watson. Had her own Instagram page and everything, just as good looking as anything else. Posed in bikini and lingerie. This time he'd seen her in that robe, it wasn't the first time he'd seen so much of her.

But it was one of the few times he had seen so much of her in person. It was only in the most recent months that Peter had trusted Miles enough to personally come back to his apartment. He'd been introduced to MJ in person a while back when he first started out and was floored that this redhaired goddess he'd see all over commercials and in magazines was his mentor's girlfriend.

Didn't make her any less of a sexy woman. Her very presence was erotic. Looking at some of her pics posing on the beach in a bikini, the sight of her massive breasts barely held in check by her little string top, and her delicious cheeks beginning to spill out of her bottom, risque enough to tantalize the senses but not enough to be called trashy. Miles couldn't begin to imagine how the photographer wasn't getting hard in his pants.

Like he was right now. The title Spider-Man was a privilege and he carried out his duty with pride. He hoped to succeed Peter, somehow, some day. But here he was only feeling like a little boy.

“Man, if Peter caught me doing this...” he said to himself. But he wasn't there to do that. This was his own little guilty pleasure.

And he knew his moms would laugh something fierce at the idea of him being with that kind drop dead gorgeous white woman.

That didn't matter. He delved into his fantasy further, imagining himself posing alongside her. Not a hero, not a boy, but another model, a lean black beach stud, shirtless and only in swimming trunks. He felt proud enough to think of himself that way. That radioactive spider bite didn't just give him webslinging powers, it had also given him a bit of a growth spurt. His friends at Brooklyn Middle couldn't believe it was him when he ran into them again on the streets. He was still shorter than MJ by a couple inches but when they first met, he didn't feel like a child around with a hot older woman. He felt like maybe he could have her.

The two of them in various suggestive poses, him holding her and she him, then them going out into the waves and splashing water on each other. Followed by a closeup of them holding their faces together like they were about to kiss.

She would be the utmost professional in playing the part. But his feelings for her would be real. That close to her, he'd be tempted to kiss her for real. Maybe pass it off as just an accident. Things would be awkward sure.

Didn't change how much he wanted her. Maybe he would succumb to the temptation for just an instant. She would return it as an idle curiosity. Then she wouldn't stop, brushing hers up together with his for several sweet seconds. The feeling of her full red lips on his dark ones, his on hers, something that wasn't planned, the kind of thing that would drive any guy crazy. But here on the beach under that hot sun, the both of them so naked and exposed with each other, he would be hard and open with his want for her and wouldn't feel any shame for it.

Photographer wouldn't dare stop them. This kind of thing wouldn't be in the script, but it would be a happy accident. Something like that you don't dare stop.

Then their lips would part. They would stare deeply into each other's eyes, realizing what had just happened. The depths of them and then their faces so close, feeling her breath on his face and her taste fresh on his tongue. Her natural beauty and so many emotions laid bare, it was kissing your childhood crush and for Miles it would be a more erotic sight than any of her sexier photoshoots that had made the headlines. Not something they had rehearsed for. But it had happened.

They would hear the photographer say, “Cut!” Both would look in his direction, blushing like crazy. But Miles would be smiling, he couldn't believe he had actually gotten away with that. She would take the chance to walk away, and he'd watch her leave, her gorgeous backside exposed to him, and his eyes zeroing in on her perfect donk, her lovely legs jiggling with every step she took.

He would find an excuse to be with her. He'd say, “Hey I've gotta take a leak so if you need me...” and they'd say no, it's all good. Then he'd go exactly where she had gone.

MJ would be going to her trailer on the sands. He'd say, “Hey!” and she'd look back. Both of them staring into each other's eyes. She'd smile and seductively beckon him inside her trailer with a finger. He'd get hard in an instant and take up her invitation no problem.

Getting inside, he'd close the door behind them. He liked the idea of her sprawling herself back against the wall, looking at him with fuck me eyes. Her breasts before his eyes, he'd abandon all inhibitions and tear off her top, baring her naked hooters to his eyes for real. Eat her chest like it was meat, lick all over it, bite into her nipples, maybe sneak a hand down her bikini bottom while he was at it and finger her tight pussy righteously.

Miles knew she'd like that. Having met MJ in person several times now, he was only several inches shorter than her. Patrolling with Peter too, the same was true with him, and it didn't hurt his pride to admit that even without having and definitely not wanting to see him naked, he knew the OG had a penis he didn't need to brag about. But the new Spider-Man prided himself on having big hands, and he knew just slipping one finger inside of MJ would make her quiver as any woman would like. All while he's still eating those breasts of hers like a champ.

He wanted to feel her get weak under him. Feel her slump under him as he continued working her, hold onto his shoulders just to keep herself upright. But he'd continue driving her crazy, sucking her soft and luscious hooters as he liked and fingering her wet twat, clinging to his digit.

He knew if he ever had the chance with her that he could drive her to orgasm no problem. But he didn't know what would make her cum first, his mouth massaging her breasts or his finger inside her. Didn't matter, he'd do it and do it no problem.

Once it happened, he wanted to feel her poise weaken from it. If he was lucky, maybe he'd even give her a double orgasm, one in her tits and one in her pussy. He'd look up at her, her face so flushed, her sweet whimpers escaping her pouty lips. No words spoken from her, he knew she'd be begging him for so many things, to continue, to go easy on her.

He'd let her fall down to her knees. A woman brought to her mercy by a boy. There would be one thing about him that wasn't a boy. He knew it, and she'd know it too when he dropped his pants.

Miles hoped MJ would stare at it. She was twice his age and didn't look any less good because of it. But he wanted to treat her like she was just any girl at Visions, someone looking to have a little fun on the wild side. He knew she and Peter had been together since forever. Maybe he'd be her first taste of dark meat.

“Like what you see?” he would say. But that was in his fantasy. If he ever had her for real, words would be the last thing on his mind. The sight of her on her knees and too weak to take it, he wouldn't bother to waste any time with chitchat.

Instead he'd wake her up. Whack her on the face with his dick, several times even just to have his fun with her. Eventually he imagined she might get tired of it and give him a dirty look. He'd seen her argue with Peter a few times, knew she could be scary when she was mad. In this context, all he'd be able to think was that she would look really cute like that.

Cute wouldn't be the word for too long. Not with a big penis right in front of her face. He wanted her to grab it, try and get him back. Jerk him off slowly just to make him feel it. Tease him by licking her lips, knowing exactly what he'd want her to do.

“Every guy has a weak point,” he'd imagine her saying. Her normal tone of voice was so sultry and erotic on it's own, that put together with her taking the initiative, it would make him so weak. Miles remembered that single Bye, she said before he left Peter's apartment that night, messing him up so bad. Even with such an innocent farewell her tone drove him crazy, it was unreal that such a beautiful woman was allowed to exist. Could only begin to imagine what she sounded like in the bedroom.

His fantasy became more intense just from thinking on all the meanings he read into a simple farewell. She was quickening the rate of her handjob, then steadily slowing down again. Massaging the sensitive underside of his shaft with her soft palms, always moisturized to perfection. Then she'd hold it firmly, and softly and gently breathe on it while moaning ever so sweetly. He was still jacking off for real, but the fantasy became so intense that in his mind he began to perceive it as her soft hands touching his cock and not his own hand working himself. Before he knew it, he was moaning, crying out like the boy he actually was and not the man he wanted to be.

He lost it that instant, shooting his load. His dick spurt several loads up into the air, he was still jacking off even then, he had some pretty good nuts thanks to his ever present lover Mrs. Right Hand, but this one felt so gooey in that rare and sweet way. He looked at his hand, covered in so much of his white slime.

And he was still hard. Miles didn't know if it was the power of the radioactive spider bite or he was just that horny, but he didn't care. He looked at that swimsuit photo of her again.

He fantasized more. He found one of his fleshlights. Not the kind of thing he'd admit he had, not to his homies at Brooklyn Middle, not to anyone at Visions, and definitely not to Peter or his new superhero squad. But he knew this one would be more intense than just his hand.

In his mind, the photoshoot was over. The rest of the crew had gone home. But that had left the two of them there by their lonesome on the sands. Now on this beach they could have as much fun as they wanted to.

They were rolling around on a towel together by the coast as the sun dipped into the horizon. The both of them practically naked, sucking face and feeling all over each other's bodies. If there was anyone else there, let them watch. It wasn't the Jim Crow era anymore and they were in living in New York, not the deep south. Maybe these pathetic onlookers would learn something.

“MJ,” he'd moan in want and longing in between their kisses. She'd pull back and look at him. In the fading sunlight, he could only think she would look so beautiful.

Yet the look on her face would be anything but innocent. “You want more.” Not a question, damn right he did.

MJ did too. She would push him onto his back with her breasts hanging out to all the world. His penis rock hard under her, she would have more of a mind than just jerking him off this time. Grabbing his shaft, she would move it to her wet vulva, moaning as she fit it inside of her.

Miles' prick was firmly encased inside the fleshlight now. His eyes closed, he moved it at a slow rate, exactly at the speed he would have liked to have MJ riding him. He wasn't thinking about how appetizing her tits would look, jiggling as they would even at that slow pace. The only thing he could focus on was how good it would feel to be fucking her for real.

Just like when he was jacking off, the pressure in his penis became too much. He'd yet to have a woman for real, but if it felt anything like this, then it was just too good. The fantasy shattered, he believed that he was stuffing her in real life, and altogether he began moving that fleshlight faster and faster. But unlike when he was beating off, he couldn't control himself. All of a sudden he pumped into it just as much as he was using it on himself.

And then he started screaming. Doing something like fucking Mary Jane Watson for real, getting away with it, it was all he needed and all he wanted. The pleasure, the dream being fulfilled, he felt so powerful and helpless all at once.

He was nutting before he even realized it. Still screaming too, he was shoving that thing down and pumping into it, all the while still cumming so much. Easily one of the best loads he spewed in a long while.

Miles lay back with a smile on his face. Even as reality settled in, he never felt more alive. He just wanted to sit there and take it all in. Here in his room with this little secret, he felt on top of the world.

Maybe a little messed up to be pining so hard for your partner's girl. But it was just a fantasy, it wasn't real. And if he just kept it here, then nothing would be wrong. After all, he could only begin to imagine what kind of crazy antics they were up that night all in the sweet luxury of each other's privacy.

“I'd fucking kill to be Spider-Man,” he said out loud. He said that for awhile when the first sightings of him made the front page, he wanted to be high up in the sky away from all his problems. His idea of the perks of being Spider-Man wasn't being a hero, it was something way more wild. Maybe he'd look down at people he didn't like and drop his pants to take a shit on them all up in the air like a bird, then he'd flip them the bird. It would make front page news, and all the people would ask was, who is this masked weirdo shitting on people all over the place? He'd look at it in the papers, see it being talked about on the news, and he'd smile to himself knowing the truth. That was all Miles cared about back then.

Dumb thing to say now, he was Spider-Man. A student at Visions and comrade to Peter Parker, he had bigger dreams, greater aspirations, even after throwing hands with creatures twice his size and people far more dangerous, stuff that would make La Chupacabra and the biggest gangbangers he knew look like chumps. He knew some tough cats who called them OGs, guys who gave him shit, and now with a new name, he moved up to the top of the top class in the school of hard knocks, graduating with a full on ass beating, coming at them so fast and swift they learned their place fast. Miles considered himself the real OG then.

But he knew better. If Miles was an OG now, Peter was the king and compared to him, this little black boy was just a peasant wandering in a kingdom of superheroes. He slapped his forehead. “I gotta make my mark in the world somehow.”

He remembered the sight of MJ in that robe with her lovely body bared to him. A fantasy and Instagram pics weren't shit compared to seeing a hottie for real. Forget all the creatures he had gone mano a mano with, seeing a gorgeous woman with her legs and stomach out was like seeing Bigfoot or the motherfucking yeti. He still remembered that one summer he was overlooking the city as Spider-Man and saw Gwen Stacy walking the streets below in nothing but a sleeveless leather vest and a short skirt nothing like her Visions uniform skirt. Hot chicks going out like that and you being lucky enough to catch it was watching a miracle from Jesus Christ play out in real time, enough to leave you breathless.

That memory from seeing MJ today was still fresh in his mind. He was getting stiff again. His stamina as a youth was exceptional, but the power of that radioactive spider bite had another benefit too. He was about to have another round to himself.

Just then he heard the door to the apartment open up. “Miles, I'm home!” The voice of his mother.

“Sure moms, I'll be right there!” He quickly tucked himself back in his pants. Went to wash his hands then helped her out like nothing had ever happened.
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