One Spider to Fuck Them All

The next day, Peter was at work at Baxter Labs. Working at the base of the Fantastic Four was the kind of job that paid well. Kept him safe from danger too, despite being such a big target, there was no way anyone but the most dedicated of threats would be able to break through, and if they did, they'd be in for one hell of a fight. Also kept him in the know on the going's on of the superhero world. A nice reprieve to his life as Spider-Man.

Nominally anyway. He handled all kinds of dangerous and unsafe materials there, some that were uncategorized and had yet to be tested. But as long as he took the proper safety precautions, he always figured it would be okay.

Still, there was always that risk. Peter never disregarded it, but following proper protocol, it had almost become routine to him. The idea of ever being in danger was never a serious concern for him. He always had other things on his mind.

Today would prove to be different. They had just received a shipment of a new material. None of them knew what it was, just that it was unclassified and had yet to be properly analyzed. That left the labcoats to take a gander at what it was.

It was not to say that today Peter would grow overconfident. That he would shrug off the usual safety procedures in some foolhardy haste to get the job done. Or that it was confidence as Spider-Man spilling over into his regular life. Perhaps it was because of his secret life as a superhero that he took every precaution possible whenever he could. No less in a job as important as this one.

Peter didn't see it when it happened. He was looking at a sample of the substance under a microscope. The atomic structure was unlike anything he had ever seen. Looking away, he took some notes as to what it might be. Then he took the sample, sequestered in between two slides.

He was wearing gloves. That did not keep a sliver of the thing from oozing out on it's own and moving seemingly on it's own. There was no other way to account for the way it moved up on Peter's gloves and moved past them under his sleeves. It was not mere instinct, there was an intelligence to it, seeking the warmth of his body. He should have worn a hazmat suit.

He barely noticed it touch his skin. Or felt it seep past his pores and into his bloodstream. The only thing he cared about at that time was clocking out. His time was almost there.

And his time would be soon. As soon as he was out, he found his spider-suit and put it on. He met up with Miles at the appointed place. On top of a skyscraper, ready to patrol the city once again.

Miles was already there waiting for him. Like him, the second Spider-Man was already suited and ready to go. He stood up and said, “I'm early for once? This is new.”

Even with Peter masked, Miles noticed that it ticked something off in his mentor. A slight shift in the way he held himself. “That gonna be a problem?” He advanced towards his protege like a predator, there was no doubting what his intents were. They had disagreements before, had words with each other, and none of that compared to the hostility Peter was exuding now. The mean looking eyes of the spider suits were normally decorative only, after fighting alongside him Miles had gotten used to seeing them as thought they were Peter's own eyes and thought nothing of it. But in a fight, they took on a whole new meaning and Miles took pride in the eyes of his own suit, how badass and scary it looked.

Miles never thought he'd be feeling that menace firsthand. He just held up his hands. “Whoa, relax. It was just a joke. Okay? Can we all be copacetic?”

Given how angry Peter was at that time, Miles kicked himself instantly for using that last word. Nothing inherently wrong with it, just a slip of the tongue from spending time at Visions. But it was definitely the kind of thing that depending on your company would make you seem like a smartass. Right now, that was the last thing he wanted.

Fortunately nothing came of it. Peter just did an about face and turning around, went to the parapets of the skyscraper. Then he cast out his webslinger and began their daily routine. Breathing a sigh of relief, Miles followed suit.

They didn't say anything during their patrol over the New York City streets. Neither of them said a word to each other. Not exactly the most pleasant thing after that earlier exchange, but at least there wasn't any overt hostility. At the same time, as Miles was following Peter, slinging from building to building, he noticed an unmistakable ferocity in his mentor's movements. It was so wild that more than a few times he thought Peter was going to either slip up and fall or deliberately crash headfirst into one of the windows on the many buildings. Fortunately neither happened.

When it was sunset, Miles breathed easy. He didn't know what was eating Peter, but he wanted to get this awkward meeting over. He hoped things would be better tomorrow.

Just like last time, Peter landed on over to his apartment's balcony. MJ was already there waiting for him, looking ravishing as usual. Plainclothes, just a pair of sweats and a long sleeved shirt, nothing as racy as that split open robe like yesterday, but a woman that gorgeous could be in a garbage bag and make it look like a dress. Naturally Miles always appreciated the sight of her even if she wasn't so exposed like yesterday.

But he had a more pressing concern this time than just admiring the scenery. He slung steadily from a distance, watching him, feeling a worry in his gut at what might happen after Peter's strange and heated behavior. He would let things play out as they needed to.

But just as he intended to play the part of the unsuspecting spider himself, it began raining hard. Their webslingers were tougher than they looked, Miles could only begin to imagine what Peter felt when he slung for the first time, the thin substance not only supporting someone as heavy as the average human but also keeping them aflight over long distances at high speeds. Still, as durable as it was, rain always worried Miles on a visceral level. No disasters had ever happened, yet it always seemed like a bit of a risk, like something that threatened to complicate things. He figured no matter how strange a day today had been, Peter would understand.

The couple had gone inside. Miles had just landed on the balcony behind them. He was getting ready to open the door, explain things. But just as he was looking down, trying to find the words to explain his sudden intrusion, he heard a sudden crash inside.

Miles looked up. He saw Peter was glowering over MJ, saw the fragments of a plate shattered on the floor. His back was turned, but there was no denying the fury in him, he looked more like the incredible Hulk in a fit of bestial rage than the amazing Spider-Man. MJ was shaking.

He wouldn't wait a second longer. Miles hoped neither of them had locked the slider door, otherwise he'd have to smash it. And that would look like a breaking and entering. As much as he was on good terms with these two, they could use that against him. Bad enough being black, with that kind of thing breathing down his neck he might even be expelled from Visions.

Miles breathed a sigh of relief when door opened no problem. That relief didn't last when Peter spun around to look at Miles with that speed fed by pure rage. Still suited from head to toe, the unrelenting malice made his spider suit look like no mere costume but his real skin, a monster that hopped out of some movie come to life. Going up against the real OG and king, he might be out of his depth for the first time.

Peter threw the first punch. It didn't connect, Miles dodged at the last minute. But he could still feel the speed and power behind it. Knowing what he was up against, he rolled away from Peter, fearing another strike in quick succession.

He was right. Peter was totally on the offensive, focusing entirely on him, throwing punches and kicks. Miles didn't begin to know how he would get a strike in edgewise. More than that, he was worried about the surrounding area. Miles had been able to contain the conflict within the center of the living room, away from the rest of the furniture, moving back in a circular pattern to keep Peter's attention and away from the rest of the area. If too much noise was made, the neighbors might get the wrong idea. Then the cops might show up and he'd have to fight every instinct in him not to bail. With Peter in his current mindset, he might even reveal his real name to them. That could lead to all kinds of trouble he didn't need.

Miles fast saw the problem with Peter's fighting style. He was moving so wildly that for all the power behind each strike, his moves were sloppy and reckless. The king had taught him all about hand to hand fighting, the exact kind of techniques that would drop some of the biggest and baddest dudes he knew back in the hood in an instant no matter how small or skinny you were. Including how not to leave yourself open.

Miles wasn't little or scrawny by any measure, and all sense of alarm had left him. Here the king was making those same mistakes he warned this young black knight of in the first days of taking him under his wing. Despite the violence of the situation, he felt a sort of pride at that point in time.

But Miles couldn't afford to get into a long and extended fight. For all of Peter's amateur mistakes, there was no doubting the speed and fury in each movement, and he was still one of the strongest people Miles ever knew. He had to end this one fast before he was sucked into it like a maelstrom.

Miles crouched down low on one knee and held up his dukes. A deceptively submissive position that invited the attacker to pounce on their target. But in the hands of a master, it made all sorts of moves possible. It's power was a true test of skill, the technique of the submissive to subvert the aggression of the foe.

Or the fool. Peter's mental state was more like an animal than a man. Coming at his apprentice like a drunken thug in a bar instead of a warrior, Miles rose up in turn at just the right moment so that he was face to face within the span of his Peter arm reach. Now his apprentice was too close for Peter to take a swing at him or even kick him back, and in the time he would move his arms and grab Miles, he would have already taken several hits by that point.

That's exactly what happened. Miles fast delivered a series of strikes to Peter's stomach and face, that close and quick they weren't as strong as they could be. But he hit exactly where he needed to, his pressure points in his neck and head. The difference between Peter raging out of a sudden swinging in fast and suddenly being knocked out was seconds apart.

MJ watched it silently. First Peter had gone into a rampage when she said that she hadn't made dinner yet, and then Miles put him in his place. She hadn't known it yet, everything was so fast and sudden, but she was beginning to see both of them in a new light. Her husband and the younger one.

Miles was encasing Peter within his own webbing. It wasn't normal for him to act that way, both that anger and the sloppy way he was fighting. He knew something else had poisoned his mentor's mind. But he was thinking on what he should do.

He looked up at MJ. So many emotions on that face. For once he wasn't thinking about what a goddess this woman was. He shared her sentiments exactly. And then the idea sprang up in his head.

“Listen, I'm gonna take Peter down to the Fantastic Four. If there's anyone who can help him, it's them. I'll let you say some things to him before I go. I'll be waiting outside.”

He slung a web up on the ceiling of the balcony above him and hung upside down there with his feet on the ceiling, making the call. It wasn't too long, strictly business even after he spilled on what happened, Richards had a habit of doing that. So polite that you couldn't tell whether the man was that professional or he was patronizing. Then Miles hung up and sat there looking over the city.

It had been one hell of a day. Hanging upside down had been awkward the first time he did it, and even after getting a knack for it, it still felt strange. He felt that first time feeling of vertigo all over again. He hoped the Fab Four would know what to do. It was still raining and his mood was just as foul as that.

He heard the slider door open behind him. Knew it was MJ, didn't think too much of it. Even with how badly it was pouring, he heard her clearly say his name. He didn't know if his nerves were on edge or it was just the worry of having knocked out her husband, but her voice, so naturally fair on it's own, sent shivers up his spine.

Miles gulped. “Y-yeah?” Nothing like the hero who just saved her life. Called himself Spider-Man, had gone up against all sorts of villains. Still very much a boy when it came to women.

“Come down here.”

“Alright.” Not dropping to his feet, instead Miles just let himself droop down from the thread of silk on the ceiling to meet her, still hanging upside down. Beneath the mask, his eyes found hers, looking right at him. Contrary to what MJ thought, he wasn't afraid. He had talked to girls that he normally never thought he'd cross paths with otherwise while at Visions. White girls too, ones from upper class families that would never even have known he'd existed otherwise. Whatever little fear at that time he had came from delivering a knockout to the one person people actually associated with the name Spider-Man.

She didn't know that, but she was fast rethinking her notion of him as nervous and scared. Wasn't the only thing she knew about him either. She had seen the way he looked at her, it wasn't a feeling she was unused to, from boys and even other girls too. It was never just a look of desire, there was so much more meaning in it. Whether to crave her or destroy her, she had developed a sixth sense on how people saw her. She was so much more than a pretty face.

Peter Parker was one of the few guys who didn't see her as either. She could tell he liked her from the beginning, and that was fine. But he didn't see her as something to own. More than being Spider-Man, that was what made her fall for him.

The first time she met Miles Morales, she saw the same look on his face. A look of want as was expected of any guy let alone a boy but nothing else, a bit of innocence in there too, both not present on the faces of so many other men who she met with on a regular basis. Full of so many lecherous intentions no matter how much they tried to cover it up. But however much they wanted her, these two had been different.

Until now. She had never seen that kind of look on Peter's face before. It had only been for an instant, but she saw it. She didn't want to believe it. And then he grabbed her shoulders with a viciousness totally unlike him but more befitting some thug. Before he could even begin to act, she pushed him away on instinct. Only for him to try and push her down. In a fit of self preservation on instinct and nothing based on thought, she crashed one of the plates into his head as hard as she could.

He was unfazed. He shook his head, pure fury shaking off him, then snatched the plate from her and threw it onto the floor, breaking it into so many pieces. If Miles hadn't come in, she didn't know what would have happened.

And she was alone with her savior. The rain pouring on the both of them, she reached for the underside of his mask and peeled it down, baring his naked mouth to her. His naturally big lips, the rain pouring down on his dark skin, she could see how tense he was, how innocent his breaths were. A normal woman like her was powerless compared to the both of them. After surviving that harrowing incident and now alone with her savior, right now she never felt stronger. She would give him the reward he deserved.

Miles couldn't believe what was happening. Her soft fingers and expertly manicured nails touching his skin as she peeled his mask down, it sent shivers down his spine. That feeling of vertigo during his first time hanging returned with a vengeance. Just as he barely began to open his mouth to speak, to utter something, anything, she kissed him.

Her lips were so soft on his. Miles sat there motionless as she rubbed them, so full and warm, on his, stirring a warm and buzzing feeling in his chest. His first kiss with a female, let alone someone so much older than him, and it was the girl of his dreams. In that rain, he felt like he was going to melt.

She would not stop. He felt her open her mouth to caress his lips with hers even deeper, he almost gasped feeling her warm breath on his mouth for the first time, tasting the faint and sweet taste of peppermint from her mixed in with the falling rainwater pouring on their faces. He felt a growing fire in his loins, the only thing keeping him from acting on it, taking her as he wanted to, were so many thoughts going wild in his head. That whole time she kept on doing it, held his face firm with her soft fingers.

The first time he moved his lips back on hers, it felt so natural to him. He also knew it was clumsy, it couldn't begin to compare to hers and with the feeling of vertigo still going on, it felt even stranger, like he was crushing on a woman for the first time as a little boy. But she didn't say anything and he didn't care. Slowly, sensually, they tasted each other, wanted each other.

She pushed her tongue into his mouth first. The hardness in his pants was growing and he didn't care anymore about propriety, wrapping his around hers right back, flicking it as she did to him. Then by an instinct as deep as blood, their tongues were deep in each other's mouths. He tasted the rain, he tasted her, and there was nothing else he cared about. That feeling of vertigo was replaced with an all too intense feeling of feverish need.

She pulled back, far too soon for him. As their lips parted, she grazed her teeth on the membrane of his upper lip now upside down and at her mercy. A force of habit, she had been plenty passionate with Peter before and always parted their kisses like that. But Miles' lips were so much different, and it had been so long since she kissed someone else like that. She couldn't help herself, feeling much like a little girl herself.

Miles was still hanging there. Just the same as before. His face still exposed to her, hanging in the rain, she slowly put the mask back over him. But now there was a listlessness to him, a heaviness that wasn't there before.

She cupped his cheek and said in a voice that filled him with excitement, “That's how I usually thank Peter...” His euphoria was going wild, even sitting there still, he was shaking all over. She saw it too, and she almost giggled. When she put the mask back over him, it was like she put on a second layer of flesh over him that wasn't there before. Like his face belonged to her now. The only thing that snapped him out of the trance was hearing Peter's name.

“Right,” he said dully. Then he snapped up to attention. “Right! I'll go ahead and get Peter to the Fantastic Four!”

He dropped down and picked Peter up with an energy that wasn't there before. Slinging him over, he caught one quick glance at MJ. Then he was off, slinging between the skyscrapers again.

But even with Peter's weight hanging over him, his mentor was the last thing on his mind. His mind was surprisingly clear, he wasn't thinking about MJ one bit. He was tasting her, experiencing her, feeling her all over his body. Nor were his jumps clumsy or uncoordinated, he made every move fast and with power. It was like he was going webslinging again for the first time.

He did not feel the rain. It was deluging harder than ever, but it's intensity, it's power and severity, were nothing to him. The memories of his fight with Peter were far in the past and his body weighing down on him now was nothing. He could not begin to think what had affected his mental state so wrongly. No, the only thing Miles felt was strength.

He felt like a conqueror moving past the numerous skyscrapers of New York. No longer a pauper in the kingdom, he had defeated the king and taken his woman. He did not dare think such things actively, proud though he was, there were more important things on his mind. Yet that was what motivated him and he knew it, and whatever little remorse he had began to fade.

It wasn't long before he found the base of the Fantastic Four. A gleaming citadel in the metropolis of New York, he had only visited by chance as Peter's protege, nothing more. A pauper next serving the king. Now he had the keys to the kingdom.

It had just stopped raining when his feet hit the ground. The predusk dark was growing more and more, most would consider it night already but doing night missions, he learned to see this evening stage as positively bright compared to that level of darkness. One of the Fantastic Four was already waiting for him. He had met them before, they knew of his civilian identity. After taking on Peter and saving MJ, they would have to see him as an equal.

It was Susan Storm. No surprise Mr. Majestic himself couldn't be bothered to go out and meet him personally. His answering Miles' call was part and parcel of his duty as leader, but so was him sending out a representative to meet Spider-Man. Grimm was brains and brawn, yet nobody would begin to picture him in the role of a delegate. And with that downpour, no way the Human Torch would step outside. That only left a pretty face to welcome him.

“Well done Miles,” she said, going up to him. “I appreciate you bringing him here on such short notice.”

Like Mary Jane Watson, Miles was no stranger to Susan Storm's beauty. Off the high of his first kiss with that redheaded goddess, he was looking at this blonde angel in a whole new light. Her long blonde hair, the skintight suit clinging to her body. In that darkness, her radiance shone out to him. He felt like he was in heaven.

“Of course, it was my pleasure,” he said, trying to sound as cocky as possible. A small quirk hit the corner of her lip before it arched into a smile, hearing this little boy sound like such a man. She looked back and whistled. Ben Grimm came out and moved towards Miles. Around Susan, he suddenly felt like he was in the company of a bouncer around a girl at a nightclub. He was the Thing alright, big and mighty, and after Miles had beaten Peter, he felt like he was in trouble. Take down the king, you'll deal with the executioner.

But he didn't look away from the Thing's gaze. He just handed him Peter, totally unafraid. Then as they both walked away, he watched Susan's butt jiggle in that costume of hers with every step she took before they were both back inside. White women had always been a source of fear and admiration for him no matter the strides he took since that fateful spider bite. Now having kissed one for real, he only appreciated them that much more.

With his task done, Miles was suddenly reminded of a certain other issue. That kiss with MJ. Suddenly his mouth was raging with those sensations again, her full lips on his, her putting her tongue inside him. He turned away from the base of the Fantastic Four before anyone got a look at him pitching a tent. The last thing he wanted was for Susan, let alone Ben, to look back and suddenly get ideas.

He made his way home as fast as possible. Webslinging again, he didn't feel nearly as confident with a boner in his pants. He was thankful it was almost dark. Last thing he wanted was for any photographers to get a look at him springing another kind of web. It was one thing for people to say the second Spider-Man was a naughty boy. It was another for everyone who knew who he was behind the mask.

Never felt better when he got home. At this time, he knew his folks were still out working late. That just left him some much needed time for himself. Getting out of his spider suit in a private alleyway, he put on his regular clothes and made his way inside and shut the door behind him.

He made his way to his room fast. Alone and alive after everything that happened, the heat in his pants was burning hotter than ever, and his mouth felt thick with memories of his first real kiss. He was still wearing his clothes, but out of his spider-suit, the mask she had put over his face, he felt all too naked and vulnerable, like she had taken something from him and was keeping it to herself. He got naked as soon as possible and hopped in his bed. He wouldn't need any pics of her for this one, and the fleshlight just seemed so fake to him. This experience was something real.

Under the sheets, his hand found himself. He closed his eyes, remembering her take his mask off. How his heart beat when his greatest fantasy seemed to be happening, her hot breath on his mouth, and then she made it real. Anyone could tell from a glance how full her lips were, but feeling them in person was another thing altogether. He had no idea they were that soft. After that fight, it was exactly what he needed.

And it wasn't sisterly. He knew that as soon as she had taken him, but in his inexperience, he wasn't nearly as passionate as he wanted to be. She made sure to take care of that. Closing his eyes, he relived every second of it, her tongue flicking about in his mouth, and him responding as deeply as he wanted to be. Even with one hand on his cock, his mouth was shaking nervously with a giddiness he couldn't control, it looked like he was chattering his teeth with cold. But he was never hotter.

In his reverie with his eyes shut, the fantasy of her tongue hitting his became more acute. He flicked his tongue against that phantom one, her lips brushing up against his, her soft hands holding his face. The prestige of being a superhero meant nothing to him compared to having MJ's blessing.

That's how I usually thank Peter. Her exact words, so many meanings he could read into it, maybe an admonition of herself, perhaps a simple explanation of such a spur of the moment decision. He sensed an apology in it when she said it. But that woman's voice was so naturally husky that it only meant one thing to him.

He was reminded of MJ's lovely hands touching his face like she was his lover. Touching himself now, the warmth, the feeling of the flesh of his hand on his penis felt like hers, it was all he could think about. He was fast on the verge of a climax.

He was immersed in that experience so much he believed it was real. And his mind was going to play another trick on him. Just as he was still stroking it, he was suddenly hit with the idea of those same lips and tongue that deflowered his mouth on his cock. He believed his hand slick with lotion was her mouth sucking him off for real. He moaned loudly, jacking himself off faster, and then he was cumming, blowing his load again and again as he screamed like an animal.

When it was over, he looked down at his hands. They were stained with his goo and there was so much semen still oozing out of his pecker. Easily one of the best orgasms he had in his life so far. A nice way to top the day after meditating on that kiss with one of the most beautiful women on the planet. Stretching out, he turned in.

Miles opened up his eyes sometime later. Didn't know what time it was, could have been ten minutes, could have been a few hours. He thought to find himself on his bed. But instead he was back at Peter and MJ's apartment. He couldn't believe it.

That wasn't what he couldn't believe. By now, he had been at their place plenty of times before. But everything was so large around him. Everything was so big that he felt like a bug. And he was naked.

While Miles was taking it all in, he looked down and saw that he was in a cup of something. It was a liquid, it was hot. On their dining room table, it didn't seem so bad. Nothing about this situation seemed unusual or out of place. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

He put his hands behind his head and relaxed. Life was good. Then he heard a familiar woman's voice, erotic in it's tone, say, “Time to get me some hot cocoa.” Followed by a sultry giggle. He looked back up to see MJ standing over him. Towering really. She was just as big as everything else here, and just like him, she was naked.

He looked up at her face. There was a wild light in her eyes, the look of a predator. Coupled with her natural beauty, it made her look deranged, like a monster from a horror movie. But as her big lips lit up into a smile, he never felt more excited.

“My hero deserves this,” she said, and taking a spoon, scooped him up into it. Then she raised him up so he was level with her. He was so small compared to her. His heart and penis leapt up at once when he saw her luscious lips pucker up and make that sweet kissy sound. He stood up and held his arms out.

Her full lips pressed onto his whole tiny body. He embraced her face, holding her, the massive softness pressed down on him with all the pressure he could ever want. At the same time it felt like he was close to being vacuumed up into her mouth. Eventually his strength left him and he just let her push him down onto the spoon with the weight of her naturally erotic mouth. The whole time she was moaning to herself, the sound driving him crazy.

Miles busted a nut before he knew it. There was a popping sound when she moved her lips back. So much of his spooge coated all over her massive lips. He couldn't believe it, not with how small he was.

She moved her head back. He was so woozy he couldn't even concentrate. He looked down. Saw her tits, already big on their own, they were gargantuan now, and he could only think of how nice it would be to fall into her cleavage. Her great chest heaved with every breath she took.

Miles heard her giggle again, like she was having a private joke at his expense. He meant to look up. Before he could, he was suddenly aware of an acute feeling of loss of control. Before he knew it, he was falling down. Right into her tits.

A soft pillowy sensation wrapped up his whole body. He knew he should have felt crushed, but he wasn't, he just felt too damn good in how warm and velvety it all was. He looked up, saw the light from the lightbulbs, it never looked so faint before.

And then the light began to grow darker. He was being swallowed up in her cleavage, he couldn't see a thing. But he didn't feel like he was being crushed, instead it felt like he was melting. Even in that dreamscape he figured this was the best way to go.

He looked up and saw the light again. He heard her giggling. “Oopsie!” she said in a sing song voice that was too giggly to be real. “I made a mess all over myself. Getting my cocoa in between my titties!”

He looked up and saw her big beautiful face staring down at him with those crazed eyes of hers. He blinked and then he was back on the spoon right in front of her.

MJ just smiled and licked her lips clean of his cum. “I like some milk with my chocolate. I think I'll have some more.”

Then opening up her mouth, she lifted him up wide and dropped him inside. He saw the last light vanish from behind him as he was immersed in total darkness. Next thing he knew he was being rolled around on her tongue, crushed in the thick and wet appendage, and swished around in her mouth. Out of the tits and into the mouth of a beauty. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

He couldn't control himself. He didn't know what was happening, but even in the mouth of this giant goddess, he trusted himself entirely over to her. All the while she was moaning so deeply and sensually. Each vibration shook up his whole body, and he already felt so powerless while she played with him on her tongue.

It was getting rougher. He was being hit on the membrane of her inner cheeks, on the upper roof of her mouth. But he didn't care, he had been beaten up a lot worse in his life as Spider-Man, and he trusted her entirely.

Trust wasn't the right word, it was devotion. An incredible lightness filled up his body, and even in that wet darkness, he stretched out, totally at peace. He came again before he knew it. Her tongue crushing his body messing him up in all the best ways, it felt so damn good. The sound of her melodious moans was getting louder, his body hummed with the vibration and the idea of being swallowed whole appealed to him all too much. He wanted to be one with her.

Only for her to spit him back onto the plate. He was naked and coated in her spit and cum was still oozing out his penis. The smell of her saliva was rank, but mixed in with that peppermint taste, it was unique. “They saw that spiders crawl into your mouth when sleeping every night. I never knew they could taste so delicious. Just wanted to savor it for as long as possible.”

Miles never heard a woman say something so sexy in his entire life. He was suddenly aware that he couldn't move, his limbs were limp and weak. Like he was a spider whose legs had all been broken. But that was fine by him. He just lay back, blazed out of his mind. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her oral honey on his lips, the feeling of it on his naked body. It was as if the sweet substance was melting him down, breaking him, and there was nothing else he wanted.

Mixed in with that was the satisfaction of release. Being in MJ's mouth was so intense that he barely felt his own orgasm, but that sweet feeling of pleasure was so intense it felt like his genitals were actually being stung. He looked down and saw so much cum oozing out of his prick.

She sighed pleasantly to herself as if she was going to start singing. “But you've gotten enough of an appetizer. Now it's time for your real reward.”

Taking him on the spoon again, she raised him up and held him over the darkness below under the table. Miles was very aware of what treasure lay under there. He got so hard at the thought of going in there. Then she dropped him into that darkness. He smiled, awaiting the best reward of all. He was falling, and he held his limbs out side like he was falling into heaven.

Only for him to suddenly snap back up on his bed. He wasn't small and he was back in the real world. But his body felt electric, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

That extended to all his parts. He had a cozy feeling on his penis. It was still hard, spurting so much cum. He never had a wet dream after recently fondling himself, must have been the power of that radioactive spider bite at work. “Wasn't real. But damn that was incredible.”

He washed himself up. Dark outside, parents still weren't back. And he was still up for more. It was late but still wasn't that late. If he was out a little longer, his parents would understand. Schoolwork, Spider-Man duties, whatever. Cleaned up his junk, after that kiss he didn't want his date to think his penis tasted nasty from him fondling it like a madman.

Your date? What? And going back to her for that reason? Are you crazy?

He laughed to himself at that sane voice of rationality chiding him. Are you? he said right back. He thought back on that kiss, licked in his mouth remembering her sweet taste and the feeling of her tongue on his, it was heartwarming in that way only the young could feel and ignited a flame of uncontrollable want the old would reflect fondly on when they could no longer feel it. Bet you're wanting some more too. That shut up the voice of reason before he could shoot off another quip. Horny bastard probably wanted it as much as he did. Guys like that would warn you about the follies of going too far and then seize the chance.

Just as he would. Miles wrote down a note for his folks. Looking outside, it was a full moon tonight. He took a long deep breath. Then he made his way back.

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