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Spider-Man and the Prostitute	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 30313 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Spider-Man and the Prostitute

Chapter 5: The Bedroom

Mary Jane’s Apartment – Master Bedroom
When Peter decided to become Spider-Man, he did so knowing that such responsibility wouldn’t come with many rewards. He probably could’ve kept his gig as a wrestler, making plenty of money and using it to be as reckless as he wanted. But that wasn’t what Uncle Ben would’ve wanted. If he had gone that path, he could’ve easily become like Norman Osborn – selfish, cruel, and egotistical to an extreme. He didn’t want that and no matter how often his luck turned against him, he remained dedicated to this responsibility.
Yet somehow – after years of being unappreciated, villainized, and screwed over – he got rewarded for his dedication. The universe actually did have a sense of justice. That reward and overdue justice took the form of a beautiful woman in Mary Jane Watson. He didn’t save her life from Hobgoblin expecting a reward. He didn’t even ask for one. She just offered it to him and it led to one of the greatest nights of his adult life.
‘Wow. I’m so lucky. It feels so strange to think that, but I am. I’m here with this beautiful woman – sharing the kind of intimate bliss that would make Tony Stark himself jealous. Uncle Ben, you taught me a lot about power and responsibility. You even once said that in the long run, it pays off. Well, I guess you were right again.’
Peter continued to savor every intimate second with this woman. After their lustful outburst that resulted in him fucking her ass, their intense desire between them settled somewhat.
He and Mary Jane casually rinsed off in the shower, washing away all the soapy suds they had built up while washing each other. They continued to embrace and exchange affectionate gestures. He would fondle her butt while she pawed his chest. They laughed, kissed, and basically fooled around with an immaturity that felt downright liberating. They both had to maintain certain personas in their respective lives. He had to be both Peter Parker and a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. She had to be both Mary Jane Watson and a high-end prostitute. But together, they could just be Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson.
After rinsing off, Mary Jane retrieved a couple of towels and gave one to him. They then dried off and took turns fixing themselves, having become pretty disheveled from their activities in the shower. Peter even helped her clean up, putting away the stool and bath sheet she used earlier during their massage. As he did this, she dried her hair off with a blow-dryer – making herself as presentable as possible now that most of her makeup had been washed off. It didn’t really matter to Peter. Mary Jane had already proven she knew how to be sexy in so many different ways.
Once everything was cleaned up and they made their final preparations, Mary Jane took Peter’s hand and led him into the master bedroom. This was where her reward to him would be completed. After all the sensual spectacles and erotic theatrics, it was only fitting that this final act be one of simplicity.
“Right this way, Mr. Parker,” said Mary Jane as she opened the door to her master bedroom. “You’ve had a long, hard day. You’ve earned a little rest.”
“Would you be offended if I’m not as tired as I probably should be?” said Peter jokingly.
“Not at all,” she replied with a shrug. “Besides, I still intend to wear you out to the point you’ll sleep like a baby.”
“That a promise?”
“It’s a guarantee, Tiger!”
Having come to trust Mary Jane’s word, Peter followed her into the bedroom. They were both still naked and she kept seductively shaking her butt – tempting and teasing him as only she could. Despite having engaged in multiple sex acts with her – which included both a blow job and a round of anal sex – he still wanted her. He still got aroused at the prospect of spending more time in this woman’s arms.
Upon reaching the king-sized bed, Mary Jane pulled back the thick covers. She then turned around and embraced Peter again – capturing his lips in an intimate, sensual kiss. With their lips entwined, they slipped onto the bed together. Peter laid down on his back while she got on top of him, allowing their naked bodies to mesh atop the soft sheets.
As they settled into the bed, Peter and Mary Jane made out – kissing and fondling each other with the same playful spirit they had embraced in the shower. She ran her soft hands over his arms while he traced a path down her voluptuous curves. He had come to know her body almost as well as she knew his and together, they used that knowledge to stir their desires once more.
“Mmm…comfy yet, Peter?” asked Mary Jane with a playful grin.
“Getting there,” he teased.
“You just love challenging me, don’t you?”
“And you love rising to the occasion so we’re even,” said Peter.
They both laughed and resumed their heated make-out session. This time, however, they weren’t in any hurry to vent their desires. Mary Jane didn’t immediately channel her more advanced skills as a prostitute to stir his arousal.
This was a deviation of her original plan. Usually, this was the part of the VIP treatment where she pushed the bodily limits of her client – doing whatever she could to wear him out and overwhelm him with ecstasy. It often led to a more generous tip or ensured she gained another loyal customer. For Peter Parker, however, she wasn’t just interested in serving a customer. Being intimate with this man who had saved her life – even if it was mostly spectacle – made her genuinely curious about him.
“Peter,” she said, breaking the kiss, “before we get to the fun stuff, there’s something I want to ask you. It might not be something you want to answer, but – well, it’s something I’d like to know.”
She sounded more serious than before. This was definitely not part of the show. But having learned so much about this woman and having grown so fond of her company, Peter was willing to hear her out.
“Sure. What is it?” he said.
“I know I haven’t known you for very long. There’s really only so much you can know about someone by spending one night with them – even if it’s a night full of hot sex.”
“I’ll…defer to your expertise on that subject,” said Peter curtly.
“Well I like to think that because of that expertise, I can learn more about someone in one night than most,” Mary Jane continued. “Now granted, I’ve gone out of my way not to learn certain details – namely where you live, who your family is, and how you got your powers.”
“It was a bite from a radioactive spider, but I understand where you’re coming from. And I appreciate it.”
“Then I hope you also understand that I have picked up on other details about you. These aren’t the kind of tidbits you say out loud, but there are signs. Being someone who frequently serves widowers and divorcees, I know those signs pretty well. I might be a whore, but I’m a very perceptive whore.”
Peter’s demeanor shifted somewhat, which was pretty remarkable in and of itself since he had a beautiful naked woman in top of him. Under this woman’s gaze, he actually felt vulnerable. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable with a woman in a long time. At one point, he promised himself he would never let it happen again. But with Mary Jane Watson in his arms, he could already feel himself breaking that promise.
“So what signs did you pick up on? Were they that obvious?” asked Peter anxiously.
“Not as much as they could’ve been, but still pretty damn obvious,” said Mary Jane, offering an affectionate gesture to settle him down. “It became pretty clear when you freaked out about someone knowing your identity. I remember you had this look on your face as though you were going to jump in front of a bullet.”
“Sorry if I made you nervous with that,” he said sheepishly.
“That’s okay. I get that there’s plenty of danger that comes with being a superhero, especially one who wears a mask. What I don’t get though is the story behind that look.”
Mary Jane then caressed Peter’s face with both her hands and rested her chin on his chest. In doing so, she conveyed the feelings of an actual lover and not just a prostitute. It triggered a distinct reaction in Peter that essentially confirmed what she suspected.
“You’re clearly no stranger to intimacy, Peter,” she told him. “You’ve been with a woman before. You’ve definitely had sex before. You’ve even done it enough to get fairly good at it.”
“You’re right. You are a perceptive whore,” said Peter, “but I’m not sure you want to dig much deeper.”
“You’re right. I’m not sure,” admitted Mary Jane, “but for reasons I don’t understand, I’m digging anyways.”
She stopped caressing his face and shifted her body again. Now, she rested her chin on her arms while looking up at this man – seeing in him so much conflict. He still kept her in his arms, but she sensed that grip was becoming more tentative. That still didn’t stop her.
“You’ve lost someone, haven’t you? That’s why you freaked out,” said Mary Jane with utmost certainty. “At some point, someone found out about your identity – someone you cared about a great deal. And that someone – who I’m guessing was a woman – suffered because of it. Tell me if I’m wrong…because I kind of hope I am.”
Peter paused for a moment. His expression hardened. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. The more Mary Jane learned about him, the more danger he put her in. She had already made it clear that she was used to danger, but his life had always invited a special kind of danger. Were he not so captivated by this woman, he might have broken the embrace, gotten dressed, and left. But he found himself unable to turn away from her gaze.
“You’re not wrong,” said Peter flatly.
“I was afraid of that,” said Mary Jane. “So…how bad was it?”
“Pretty bad,” he replied.
“Did she leave? Did she get hurt?”
“Worse – she died. Her name was Gwen Stacy and…she died. She died because she was unlucky enough to fall in love with me.”
Mary Jane lightly gasped at this revelation. She suspected it was bad, but this was as bad as it could get. Now, his reaction earlier made perfect sense. He got close to someone – going so far as to share his secrets with her. Then, she died as a result. She hesitated to ask for more details, not sure she even wanted to know at this point.
“It actually happened this week a few years ago,” said Peter solemnly. “Anybody who knows me personally understands I can be in a pretty bad mood this time of year, even if they don’t know I’m Spider-Man. In fact, I was hoping to avoid any major battles this week, especially from goblin-themed criminals. It just hurts too much every time I think about her – how she suffered because she was close to me.”
“You make it sound like you’re totally responsible. It can’t have been that simple,” said Mary Jane.
“Well it wasn’t that complicated, that’s for sure,” he scoffed. “One of my worst enemies, the Green Goblin, found out I was Spider-Man.”
“The Green Goblin?” questioned Mary Jane. “Is he somehow related to the Hobgoblin that attacked me?”
“That’s a long story and one you don’t need to know in order to understand what happened. All you need to know is that the Green Goblin targeted me by targeting the people I love. So once he found out that Gwen Stacy was Peter Parker’s girlfriend – well, it doesn’t take a lot of crazy to exploit that in the worst possible way.”
She felt Peter tense as he recalled this painful tragedy in his life. He turned his head towards her bedroom window, his gaze becoming distant. Mary Jane didn’t intend for him to revisit this moment, but it was too late now. All she could do was listen, offering as much comfort as an experienced prostitute could.
Her efforts to console him helped, but Peter still felt a twinge of pain when he thought about this. With every year that passed, Gwen Stacy’s impact on him seemed to grow. Between her and Uncle Ben, he carried a lot of burdens both as Spider-Man and as Peter Parker. Even with a beautiful woman in his arms, there were times when those burdens felt too heavy.
“When I first got my powers, I was selfish. All I cared about was using them to get ahead,” he went on. “I spent most of my life being this puny nerd that everyone picked on. I had these powers so why shouldn’t I use them?”
“Kind of reminds me of how I used my ass once it looked good in a thong,” said Mary Jane under her breath.
“But being selfish has a way of catching up to you. And if your luck is really bad like mine, it can be pretty harsh. It’s because I was too damn selfish that I didn’t stop the burglar when I could’ve. That burglar later killed my Uncle Ben. He’s the one who taught me that with great power comes great responsibility. And his death showed just how irresponsible I was.”
There was unmistakable pain in his voice. Mary Jane didn’t know that pain because she never lost someone close to her like that – let alone someone she could’ve saved. She avoided getting close to people at every turn, even her own family. It put her life into harsh perspective while shedding new light on Peter’s.
“You still became Spider-Man,” she pointed out. “As tragic as it was, you still did the right thing. You began helping people.”
“Yeah, I keep telling myself that. It does help me sleep at night…to a degree,” said Peter with a sigh. “That doesn’t make what happened with Gwen any less irresponsible. I was dumb enough to believe that I could be Spider-Man and Peter Parker – that I could be with someone and protect them from my life as a superhero. Green Goblin proved me wrong.”
Again, the scene played over in his head. Peter could hear the Green Goblin’s maniacal laughter over Gwen Stacy’s terrified screams. He could see the horror of Gwen falling – reaching out to him in desperation. Everything from the feeling of the wind blowing in his face to the smell of rocket exhaust became so vivid. Then, in an instant, every sensation was overwhelmed by the sound of a deafening crack – the sound of Gwen’s neck snapping.
To this day, that memory and that sound haunted him. He hadn’t been there when Uncle Ben was murdered, but he was there to see Gwen Stacy die. It’s not a moment he could ever escape, nor should he. Gwen died because of him and he had to live with that.
“I fought as hard as I could. I did everything a man with spider powers could possibly do,” said Peter in his distant voice. “I still couldn’t save her. I still couldn’t stop him from using her against me.”
“You act like you’re responsible for what some psycho did,” said Mary Jane. “If this Green Goblin is anything like the Hobgoblin, then he’s a walking tragedy wherever he goes. You can’t blame yourself completely.”
“I can and I do,” said Peter. “The fact remains – Gwen would still be alive if she hadn’t been involved with me. It doesn’t matter how psychotic the Green Goblin is. He doesn’t give a damn about who he hurts. It was my responsibility to stop him. It was my responsibility to protect the people I care about. And just like I did with my Uncle Ben, I failed. I failed and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”
His voice finally cracked under the strain. Tears formed in his eyes as he recalled this painful failure and all its terrible details. Seeing the sorrow and guilt in his eyes made Mary Jane want to console him, but this was not the kind of feeling that sex and seduction could alleviate.
For a brief moment, she regretted making her earlier observations. She sensed something terrible had happened to Peter to make him so upset about her knowing his identity. It might have been smarter just to shrug it off and do what she did best – providing men with the shallow comforts of sex and intimacy. Now, she couldn’t shrug it off. When Hobgoblin attacked her, she got caught in the crossfire of Peter Parker’s complicated life. But by learning more about him – learning who he was and why he did what he did – she willingly walked deeper into that complicated life.
However, in hearing him recount this tragedy and seeing the sorrow in his eyes, Mary Jane felt no desire to back away. And that had some powerful implications – the kind that both scared and intrigued her.
‘God damn it, MJ. You’re doing it. You’re doing exactly what you promised yourself you wouldn’t do the day you cut ties with your dad. You’re letting yourself get too intimate with someone – way more intimate any self-respecting whore should. But this man – Peter Parker – Spider-Man – I want to be intimate with him. God help me, I want it!’
This was the complete antithesis of the unwritten rules of being a successful prostitute. She was supposed to get intimate with her clients, but not this intimate. She wasn’t supposed to learn too much about them or share too many intimate details about her life. Well, she and Peter were way past that point. She told him all about how she became a prostitute. Then, he told her about the heartbreak he endured because of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. It was now impossible to just see this man as just another customer.
Mary Jane had spent most of her life avoiding emotional entanglements. She avoided them even before she became a prostitute. It made things simple, but empty at times. Now, here she was – entangled with a man whose life had already killed someone he cared about. The rational side of her brain kept telling her it wasn’t too late to cut ties. They might even be able to salvage some good sex out of it. However, Mary Jane had already shut that side of her brain down. She made her decision, despite the inherent danger.
Shifting the mood somewhat, Mary Jane rose up from her position on top of Peter. She then took his hands and pulled him up as well so they were both sitting upright in the bed. This time, she didn’t offer any overly sensual embrace that would get the blood flowing to his lower body. Instead, she just smiled and offered him an affectionate touch – one that came less from Mary Jane the prostitute and more from Mary Jane the person.
“Peter, I want you to try a thought experiment with me,” she said to him.
“While we’re sitting naked in bed?” said Peter. “That might be a problem.”
“Not gonna argue that, but try it anyways because I think it’s worth doing,” said Mary Jane in a more serious tone. “Imagine this – you go back in time and you change your decision. You do exactly what you wish you had done and you break ties with Gwen Stacy. That way you two are never close enough to make her a target. As a result, she lives and so do you.”
“You think I haven’t imagined that more than once?” he questioned.
“I don’t doubt that you have, but I want you to take it a step farther. Try to imagine your lives unfolding without each other. Maybe Gwen moves on. Maybe she lives a better life. Maybe you move on too and your life is better. I’m sure you’ve imagined that part. But here’s the problem with that picture – it’s just as likely as the reverse.”
“What do you mean?” asked Peter with growing curiosity.
“I mean it’s just as likely that if you had made that decision, it would’ve turned out worse for you and Gwen. You might have been more miserable – more irresponsible. It took a tragedy with your uncle to remind you once. Who’s to say that without another it would’ve been different?”
Peter could see where she was coming from. It was nothing he hadn’t contemplated before, but he got the sense that she was seeing something he couldn’t or wouldn’t see himself.
“But she still would’ve been alive,” he argued. “I think that’s worth my misery.”
“Spoken like a true hero,” said Mary Jane, “but you’re forgetting that Gwen – and everyone else you push away – would still be just as vulnerable. You think you’re the only one with bad luck?”
“Well it sure seems that way at times.”
“That doesn’t make it any less skewed. I’ve lived in the criminal underworld. I know better than most that there it doesn’t take much to be on the wrong side of tragedy. This very night is proof of that. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when Hobgoblin attacked me. Gwen Stacy could’ve easily been in that same position. So ask yourself – would not knowing you really have made her safer? Because in the grand scheme of things – she’s as vulnerable as everyone else who doesn’t have superpowers.”
It seemed like an easy question to answer. Peter had always assumed that if Gwen hadn’t been involved with him, she would still be alive and her life would be better. He opened his mouth to answer, but then he decided to actually do what Mary Jane asked and imagine a little more. The results were unexpected.
He honestly couldn’t say that he or Gwen would be better off without making irresponsible assumptions. He imagined himself pulling away from Gwen and leaving her to live her life. He could still see her thriving. He knew her well enough to believe that she was a sweet girl capable of great things. However, Peter also knew from his experience as Spider-Man that it didn’t take much for pure souls like her to become victims. It didn’t matter how emotionally entangled he was with these victims. It didn’t make it any less tragic.
Mary Jane now sensed that he was starting to understand what she was getting at. She then squeezed his hands with hers and offered another wrinkle in this experiment.
“Now let’s take it another step further,” said Mary Jane. “You really loved Gwen, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I did,” said Peter without hesitation.
“I have an easy time believing that she loved you too,” said Mary Jane. “You’re too sweet a man for her not to love.”
“Well love between us was never the problem,” Peter pointed out.
“And therein lies my point,” she said definitively. “Think again about your decision to become involved with her. If you hadn’t, then you would never have experienced that love and neither would she. You can’t know how her life would’ve turned out if she never knew you. You also can’t know how yours would’ve turned out either. But the one thing you do know – the one thing you don’t have to imagine – is that you did love someone. You loved her and you cherished her. Does it make sense to sacrifice that kind of certainty for an alternate scenario that’s completely uncertain?”
Peter contemplated this question. Even with his intelligence, he couldn’t formulate an answer. He began shaking his head, unable to rationalize his emotions for Gwen amidst so much uncertainty. Mary Jane ended up caressing his face again to help settle his thoughts. Under her touch, everything seemed to make more sense.
“Peter, I don’t ask you this to open old wounds. I’m asking you this to make a point,” said Mary Jane.
“It’s some point,” he commented.
“And it’s one I had to realize a long time ago. You think a day doesn’t go by where I imagine making different choices in my life? Choices where I don’t make my living having sex for money? It’s the kind of thing that bugs you to no end – tormenting you with all sorts of possibilities that seem so much more appealing.”
“But shouldn’t it torment us? The bad, irresponsible decisions we’ve made?”
“No. It shouldn’t,” said Mary Jane strongly, “because in a weird sort of way, tormenting ourselves over decisions we’ve made is still selfish. We act as though our lives are somehow more important than those around us. Now you could argue that your life as a superhero impacts more people than my life as a prostitute.”
“That’s debatable,” said Peter.
“But you can’t deny that when you put that big a burden on yourself, you’re still making it all about you. And honestly, how is that responsible?”
This time, Peter didn’t need to imagine it. Mary Jane made it painfully obvious. It really was selfish to assume that his decisions would’ve determined the outcome of Gwen’s life. He couldn’t possibly know that, with or without his powers. Now, he felt guilty for an entirely different reason. At least this time, it felt like a healthier form of guilt.
“I used to blame others for putting me in bad situations. Then, I blamed myself for making bad decisions,” Mary Jane continued, “but you eventually accept your circumstances for what they are.”
“It still feels like they could’ve been so much better,” said Peter distantly.
“It always seems like that when you look into the past. That’s what kept me from getting emotionally entangled with anybody. I figure that’s what keeps you from letting anyone get too close. It’s not bad luck or bad situations. It’s just the hand you’ve been dealt. You can either let the burdens crush you or you can be responsible and look ahead to the future.”
Mary Jane spoke like someone who had a much better perspective on her situation than Peter. Neither of them had done a particularly good job of managing personal conflicts. He failed Gwen. She negated all the opportunities she had before her. While he still obsessed over his failures, she seemed to have learned from hers. That alone made her more responsible than him.
Still sensing conflict within him, Mary Jane pulled him back into her embrace – slipping her arms around his neck and hitching her legs over his lap. She then smiled warmly, offering him a sense of tender affection that no amount of money could buy from a prostitute. It helped ease some of the conflict within him. He even smiled slightly, slipping his arms around her waist again and embracing her naked body against his.
“You know, I didn’t plan on getting this personal with you tonight – or anyone, for that matter,” said Mary Jane, her tone finally lightening up.
“I wasn’t planning on spilling my guts to a semi-total stranger either so we’re even,” quipped Peter, lightening up as well.
“But I’m glad I did. I…needed to talk about this to someone.”
“Me too,” said Peter. “It feels…nice to actually vent like this. Doing it naked seems to help too, although I’m not sure about that.”
“Let’s say it did and leave it at that,” said Mary Jane with a smirk. “What I am sure of is this – I’d like to stop pushing people away. Maybe that’s just a result of having a psycho in a goblin costume threaten my life, but it would be nice if I could actually connect with someone in ways that don’t just involve certain body parts.”
“And I guess it would be nice if I stopped punishing myself for what happened to Gwen, but…”
Peter’s words ended up trailing off. This time he stopped himself. Within Mary Jane’s affectionate embrace, he could make no more excuses.
“But what?” she asked curiously.
“Actually, there’s no but this time,” said Peter. “I’d just be making more excuses if I finished that thought. So I’m going to save myself the trouble and try something different.”
“Oh? Like what?” asked Mary Jane.
Peter grinned at this beautiful woman, letting his hands trail up her naked body once more. Eventually, his touch found its way to her face where he saw in this woman a kind of genuine sincerity that he hadn’t seen in anyone since Gwen died. It didn’t matter that she was a prostitute. If anything, this made her more honest. And that’s what exactly what he needed in his life right now.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but we were planning on having sex in this bed at some point, right?” said Peter in a semi-joking tone.
“It’s still on my to-do list. We didn’t just stay naked because it’s hot,” replied Mary Jane with a tease.
“Just making sure,” he said, “because if you mean what you say about connecting with people as much as I mean what I said…”
“I did mean it,” said Mary Jane strongly, not leaving any room for argument. “I’m not going to just up and say this was all an act or leave you a bill either.”
“I believe you. My spider-sense would’ve warned me by now if this were an act,” said Peter. “So assuming we’re both being painfully honest with ourselves and each other, let’s do this – let’s ditch the theatrics and the fantasies. Instead, let’s be reckless and bold with this sex.”
Now Peter was the one who sounded seductive. The way he looked at her and caressed her face was undeniably sensual. Mary Jane wasn’t used to being on the other end of that dynamic, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.
“And how do you intend to do that, Tiger?” she asked, now trying to match his tone.
“By making it more than just sex,” he replied. “Instead, I’m going to make love to you in a way I once only reserved for Gwen. I’m going to let myself feel something for you – a woman I barely know, but one I really want to know.”
“That’s…ambitious to say the least,” said Mary Jane, overwhelmed yet tempted by the prospect.
“And most importantly, I’m going to make you feel loved. And I’m going to give you a chance to embrace that feeling. You talk a lot about missed opportunities. Well, I’m giving you another one right here…on this night…in this bed. It’s up to you to take it. Like me, it’s going to make us vulnerable. It’s going to make both our lives more dangerous. But if it means building a connection with someone that makes us stronger…”
Peter let his words trail off again, allowing Mary Jane to fill in the blanks. He didn’t need to offer any further details. He got his point across. He had already made his decision. Now, Mary Jane had to make hers.
This had gone beyond temptation and seduction. Peter Parker was offering her something few could offer. There may have been points in her life where she had a similar opportunity – a chance to really connect with someone and turn it into something special. She had squandered all those opportunities. Now, one was literally sitting right in front of her.
This wasn’t just some handsome young man who promised to indulge her healthy sexual appetite. Peter Parker was a unique specimen and not just physically. He was Spider-Man. He was a hero who still tried to live a normal life as a civilian. It was daunting enough – actually taking a chance to connect with someone after spending most of her life doing the exact opposite. To do it with a man like Peter meant taking an even bigger chance and inviting more complications into her life.
Looking at him and looking at the life she already had, her decision became clear. Thinking back to that moment Hobgoblin had a blade to her throat, she imagined what would’ve happened if he actually killed her. Who would sincerely really mourn her? Who would mourn a prostitute who never made an effort to connect with others more than she had to? She had passed up way too many opportunities before. She wasn’t going to pass on this one.
“Peter…if I take you up on this chance, I need to know that you’ll see it through,” said Mary Jane. “I don’t just mean the lovemaking part either. I’m pretty sure you can handle that.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” said Peter.
“Beyond that, you need to accept that it’s going to be a challenge – you dealing with me and me dealing with you. I’m a prostitute. You’re a masked vigilante. We can’t just disrupt those lives and expect everything to fall into place.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to. I know our respective lines of work create some unique complications,” he said.
“That’s just it. They’re not complications. They’re part of our lives right. Those lives might change at some point. Or they might not. We don’t know. That’s why you can’t treat this the same way you treated Gwen. I’m not her. I don’t want to be your burden any more than you want to be mine. So let’s work together to make this opportunity work for us. I don’t claim I know how, but…I’d like to find out.”
It wasn’t the emphatic yes that he had been hoping for. It actually ended up being better, making him all the more certain that this was the right thing to do. For once, luck was on his side and he was going to make the most of it.
Peter, now embracing her closer, smiled and leaned his forehead against hers – captivating her as she had already done with him in so many different ways tonight. She had made her decision and now he was ready to make his. And he ended up articulating that decision in the form of a deep kiss – making it clear to Mary Jane the moment his lips touched hers that he was willing to see this through.
“Mmm…I’ll take that as a yes,” said Mary Jane as soon as their lips parted.
“More like a hell yes,” said Peter with a grin. “I promise you – as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker – that I’ll see this through with you. We’ll find a way to make it work. We’ll find a way to make it special…and rewarding.”
“Could you possibly sound any sexier when you say that?” said Mary Jane playfully.
“I could, but I’d rather make love to you now.”
“Mmm…I’d rather you do that too.”
Having made their decisions, Peter and Mary Jane kissed again. This time, their lips clashed in a burst of passion. Their new fate was now sealed. They were ready to get reckless again – to let their lives and their passions get entangled with one another. It was daring, dangerous, and daunting. And yet, it felt so right. This was exactly what they needed. And what better way to celebrate this new opportunity than to make love.
As their lips clashed and their tongues twirled, desperate hands began roaming their naked bodies. Mary Jane hungrily trailed her hands down his arms while Peter’s hands found their way back down to her butt. Their excitement surrounding these fateful decisions quickly morphed into lust.
Still sitting in an upright position, Mary Jane hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her embrace. As soon as he sensed this, Peter used it to his advantage and lifted her up in his arms – using his spider-strength to hold her effortlessly in his grasp. This show of strength excited Mary Jane, letting out an eager gasp as they continued to kiss. Encouraged, Peter then laid her naked body down in the center of the bed and got on top of her.
Now hovering over her – feeling the strong grip of her legs and the warm touch of her naked skin – Peter’s desire for this woman escalated. From this desire, he formed a bold plan on how to make love to this woman and satisfy her in the best possible way.
“You ready for this, Mary Jane?” he asked breathlessly as their lips finally broke.
“You know it, Tiger!” she said without hesitation.
The sultry undertone in her voice gave Peter even more incentive. Armed with this incentive, he put his bold plan into motion – kissing down Mary Jane’s neck and trailing his lips down her voluptuous body.
Inch-by-inch, he trailed his lips over her collarbone and down her upper body. As he began navigating her ample cleavage, he grasped her breasts with both hands and gave them a thorough rubbing – even burying his face between them at one point. She had been so thorough with his both during the lap dance, massage, and shower. It was only fair he do the same.
“Ooh! I like where you’re going with this,” purred Mary Jane, already showing her approval of his approach.
Encouraged by her reaction, he remained focused on her breasts a bit longer – rubbing and kneading them with the utmost care. He could already hear her breathing heavily. The desire in her was growing. But it wasn’t enough to just make this woman horny. She admitted to being a sexual person by nature. Peter needed to do something that set him apart.
While he would’ve been content just playing with Mary Jane’s breasts, Peter continued with his plan. He kept trying his lips farther down her naked body, passing over her well-toned abdomen. As he worked his way down, she loosened the grip she had on him with her legs. Once he got to a certain point just above her navel, she spread them wide so that both feet were planted firmly on each side of his neck. This helped clear the way, but he still took his time – building up a sense of anticipation, just as she had done with him.
“Just…just a bit further, Peter! Please…I want it!” urged Mary Jane.
Looking up briefly from his position between her thighs, Peter saw her expression. The anticipation was definitely there. That meant his plan was working.
With a mischievous grin that perfectly mirrored Mary Jane’s, Peter still took his time. He carefully and thoroughly kissed around her inner thighs – pushing her legs even further apart in the process. He could already sense a wet heat radiating from her womanhood. He hadn’t even touched it yet and she was aroused. She was even more sexual than she admitted, which would make this next part even easier.
Once he built up enough anticipation, he finally trailed his lips over her outer folds and tasted Mary Jane’s pussy. As soon as he made contact with it, her body shifted eagerly.
“Ooh Peter! That’s it! That…that’s what I want!” gasped Mary Jane.
She bent her knees back and spread her thighs wider, demonstrating impressive flexibility. With no further encumbrances, Peter proceeded to gorge on this beautiful woman’s pussy. He hungrily kissed and licked around the outer folds, flicking his tongue in and out of her hot flesh. The taste, texture, and aroma of her pussy were intoxicating – flooding his every sense with her feminine allure. It was like the perfect treat after a long, hard day of toil. He couldn’t imagine anything tasting sweeter.
“Mmm…Mary Jane,” he moaned with a muffle voice, “your pussy tastes so good.”
Mary Jane only responded with more sharp gasps as hot sensations shot up through her body. She also began fondling her breasts to supplement the sensations. Not every man was this eager to go down on her and even fewer were that good at it, but Peter knew his way around a pussy. Her legs now hung high in the air, allowing her hips to slightly elevate so he could probe deeper with his tasting. Peter was all too willing to use this added leverage.
This plan of his had already worked better than he anticipated. This wasn’t the first time he had gone down on a woman. Gwen had always been fond of receiving oral sex. Black Cat practically demanded it. His experience with both women gave Peter an appreciation for it. He didn’t consider himself a professional at oral sex, but he knew how to get the job done. However, he never got the kind of reaction that he got from Mary Jane. Either he was better at this than he thought or she was just that horny.
Peter soon became bolder and more vigorous with his oral teasing. He paid special attention to her clitoris, which was now fully engorged. He also used his fingers to spread her pussy lips so he could probe her depths with his tongue, tasting the sensitive flesh within. When he touched a particularly sensitive area, Mary Jane let out a high-pitched squeal of bliss. They were like music to his ears and he quickly found out that Mary Jane had a lot of these areas.
“Ooh right there! Right there!” she exclaimed. “Lick my pussy…right there!”
Peter listened to her vocal request, licking and swirling his tongue within her pussy – stimulating all the right areas. It further heightened her arousal, leaving her folds dripping with fluids. He let out deep, muffled grunts as he built that arousal – slipping deeper into a lustful daze.
Seeking to build his own arousal, his right hand eventually found its way to his penis. Kissing this woman’s body and tasting her womanhood had already kick-started the process. As he fondled himself, this process went into overdrive. He had a full erection in record time. But that wasn’t the only process that went faster than he expected.
“Peter! You’re going to – you’re going to make me cum! Ooh, I’m gonna cum!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
Her legs bent backwards so that her knees now touched her shoulder. Her toes then curled as she continued squeezing her breasts, feeling her body tense in anticipation of her release. Closing her eyes, she guided herself to the brink of her orgasmic threshold and let Peter carry her into a world of ecstasy.
This somewhat surprised Peter, but he went with it. He continued gorging on her pussy, licking and teasing this woman’s intimate areas – savoring both the taste and the reaction. He focused on some of those sensitive areas he found earlier and stimulated them with his tongue. It didn’t take much to send her over the edge. When he sensed her inner muscles contract and throb, rose up and watched the spectacle unfold.
“Ohhh Peter!” Mary Jane cried out.
The hot sensations that had been coursing up her body turned into a torrent of ecstasy. She arched and contorted as the pleasure surged through her, allowing herself to be more theatrical than usual. She could feel Peter watching her and she wanted to make sure he knew the extent of the pleasure he just gave her. Given the intensity with which her body reacted, Mary Jane felt she got the point across.
Her blissful cries were music to Peter’s ears. He was genuinely impressed, more so with Mary Jane than himself. It really didn’t take much to bring her to orgasm. In fact, he couldn’t recall any of his previous lovers achieving climax with such efficiency. It further reinforced Mary Jane’s uncanny skill in all things sexual. As dedicated as she may have been to embracing others, she still liked to have fun and Peter certainly didn’t mind that.
“Wow. Your talents continue to amaze, Mary Jane,” he told her. “You sure you’re not the one with superpowers?”
“I’m sure…for the most part,” said Mary Jane breathlessly, still immersed in her orgasmic daze.
Now hovering over her once more, Peter kept watching until her orgasm passed. He caressed her face as she soaked in the pleasure. When the feeling passed and her body settled, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him – a satisfied look never leaving her face.
As parts of Mary Jane’s body continued to throb, her legs relaxed, but remained spread so Peter could stay between them. She then reached up and grasped Peter’s neck, clinging to him like she had never clung to a man before. He was far from the first man to bring her to orgasm through oral sex, but he found a way to make it special. While it made for a satisfying climax, it still left her wanting more.
She also noticed that Peter had gotten himself pretty aroused during her oral teasing. She could see his erect penis, once again ready for sex. Despite having been brought to orgasm through both oral and anal sex, he still wanted more. Whether through his super-human abilities or his desire to make love to her, his desires were still strong and she was ready to fully satisfy them.
“Peter…I want to feel you inside me,” said Mary Jane, still in a lustful daze.
“Are you sure? Do you um…need a moment?” asked Peter, not knowing if she needed time in between orgasms.
“No. I don’t,” she replied. “I’m so wet – so ready. Please…stick your dick in me now.”
Trusting her word – having done more than enough to earn his trust – Peter heeded her desires and his own. From his hovering position over her, he lowered himself on top of her – grasping her hips and letting his naked body mesh with hers once more.
Mary Jane eagerly welcomed him into her grasp, wrapping her legs around his waist and maintaining a firm grip on his neck. His gaze remained locked with hers as he adjusted his body accordingly, guiding his erect penis to her wet opening. Then, with his knees and feet dug firmly into the bed, Peter drove his hips forward and drove his manhood into Mary Jane’s pussy.
Time seemed to slow as Mary Jane’s inner muscles stretched to accommodate Peter’s manhood. As he felt the tight head around his member, it truly sank in. He was really doing this. He was going to make love to this beautiful woman in a way he hadn’t dared since Gwen died. And for once, he welcomed the complications and the challenges it would bring.
“Peter – I…I feel you inside me,” gasped Mary Jane.
“Mary Jane – so hot and tight,” moaned Peter.
It was incredible. Her pussy was ecstasy – her hot flesh perfectly molding to the contours of his dick. Fueled by this ecstasy, Peter began moving his body – finally feeding his desire for this woman. There was nothing fake, crude, or crass about it. This wasn’t just the kind of straight sex between two people looking to fulfill a basic need. They were forging a true, honest connection through this act. The fact it felt so good was a nice bonus.
Anticipation and desire gave way to raw, unhindered passion. Peter eagerly worked his body up and down Mary Jane’s, rocking the bed with every motion. His manhood pumped and slithered within her tight folds, sending sharp shots of pleasure through their bodies. Mary Jane’s hands raked down his shoulders and arms, her thighs and lower back shifting with every motion. Grunts and moans filled the room, the intense sensations evoking all the right passions.
‘He’s really doing it. Spider-Man – Peter Parker…is making love to me. He’s fucking me…and his making love to me. I…I forgot what this feels like. Have I ever even felt it before?’
Mary Jane’s thoughts soon became incoherent under the weight of so many passions and sensations. The sensations might have been familiar. She had experienced plenty of pleasure during sex with other men, both in her personal and professional life. It was the unique passion that manifested with Peter that made these sensations so powerful. It was a passion that could not be shared through lust alone. Mary Jane had never dared stray too far from those familiar lusts. By taking a chance on Peter Parker, she experienced a feeling that went beyond the pleasure – although that pleasure was still very enjoyable.
As the manly sinews of Peter’s body meshed with her womanly form, the line between sex and passion blurred. In an outburst of that passion, she captured Peter’s lips in another round of desperate kissing. The kissing quickly escalated as their bodies moved together with greater intensity.
Peter dug his feet harder into the bed and worked his hips with greater force, pumping his dick inside her pussy with more vigor. Mary Jane supplemented each motion by tensing her inner muscles and lifting her hips, driving his manly length deeper into her vagina and stimulating every possible area. The bed rocked harder and their naked bodies continued to grind and mesh, creating a perfect melding of flesh. It sent a steady stream of intense, pleasurable sensations up through her body. However, these sensations weren’t enough for Peter.
Having already climaxed twice this evening, it would take more effort for Peter to achieve another orgasm. If he were an ordinary man who didn’t possess superhuman ability, then Mary Jane would’ve questioned whether another orgasm was possible. However, Peter already proved in the shower that he was capable of experiencing multiple orgasms in quick succession. Whether a byproduct of his powers or a result of his desires, he craved another sexual release and Mary Jane was happy to accommodate him.
Channeling her own desire for greater pleasure, Mary Jane dug the balls of his feet into Peter’s lower back and encouraged more vigorous thrusting. His grunts grew more desperate. His gaze became more dazed. Still clinging to his neck, she conveyed her passion towards him.
“Mary Jane – I…I’m close. I’m…I’m really close. I’m going to…cum!” said through his labored grunts.
“Go…go on, Peter. Do it! Cum in me! I want you…to cum,” said Mary Jane through her own breathless panting.
“Cum…cum in you?” he said, concern briefly emerging through his daze.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m sure,” said Mary Jane. “Go on. I want you…to feel it!”
She placed as much trust in him as he did with her. She made it clear to him that she wanted this – not just for her, but for him as well. His pleasure was as important as hers and she was willing to do whatever she had to do to satisfy him.
With Mary Jane’s assurance and his burning desires to guide him, Peter made a desperate and somewhat reckless push for his climax. He shifted his body, elevating himself somewhat so that he was propped on his knees. Mary Jane’s legs shifted as well so that they were now hitched over his shoulders. Now holding onto her thighs, Peter moved his hips harder and faster – pumping his cock into Mary Jane’s vagina at a more heated rate. Her whole body rocked in accord with each thrust, her breasts bouncing every time. It was a beautifully erotic sight and one that quickly sent him to the brink.
He usually didn’t dare let sex get this hard or this heated. With all the other women he had been with, he had to hold back to some extent due to concern of hurting his partners with his superhuman strength. Mary Jane, being so adept and daring in sex, dared him to achieve greater pleasure and greater intimacy. And in the spirit of taking a change at pursuing something greater, Peter rose to the challenge.
“Oh-oh-ohhh I’m cumming, MJ! I’m cumming!” exclaimed Peter.
“Yes Peter – cum for me!” urged Mary Jane.
The pace of his movements finally slowed. His grip on her thighs tightened. And after a few more labored thrusts, he crossed that special threshold once more.
The floodgates opened and a surge of orgasmic sensations shot up through his body. Closing his eyes, Peter threw his head back as his body tensed under the intense release. It took much more effort compared to the release he got in the shower. That feeling had been simple and raw. This feeling in this moment – making love to Mary Jane and not holding back his passions – made the ecstasy much more powerful.
‘Wow. Making love to Mary Jane Watson – I really have hit the jackpot!’
Mary Jane watched with an admiring grin as Peter’s face contorted to the pleasure. She felt his manhood throb inside the tight folds of her pussy as it released a load of his fluid into her depths. He didn’t release much compared to his previous two climaxes, but it was still pretty impressive.
This was marked the first time since high school since she let a man ejaculate inside her. Mary Jane maintained such a strict policy of always using condoms that she forgot what it felt like to have her fluids mix with someone else’s. It created a special, intimate feeling – one she didn’t just share with anybody. And Peter Parker wasn’t just anybody. She had since convinced herself that this was someone worth connecting with in a sexual and non-sexual way. For the moment, however, the sexual connection proved the most potent.
“My God – Mary Jane, you are so…” began Peter, only to have his words trail off.
“I know, Tiger. And so are you,” she replied.
She reached up and caressed his face as the orgasmic sensations subsided. His body then relaxed and he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. Mary Jane shifted her legs a bit, allowing him to withdraw his member from her pussy. For a moment, she just let him rest on top of her – kissing his neck and enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. At the same time, however, she sensed that Peter’s desires weren’t completely sated.
“You really needed that, didn’t you?” she whispered into his ear.
“Yeah…I did,” said Peter breathlessly.
“And you need more, don’t you?”
“I um…” he stammered, only to be silenced again.
“Good,” she said, “because I need more too!”
Showing that he hadn’t worn her out with his lustful outburst, Mary Jane grabbed Peter by the shoulders. Then, with strength that surprised even Spider-Man, he turned him over so that he was on his back again and she was on top. While he was still catching his breath, Mary Jane mimicked the same tactic he used on her earlier – kissing down his neck and trailing her lips down his upper body.
She ended up showing the same care and focus as he had, kissing and massaging his upper body as she worked her way down. She even paid special attention to his chest, pawing his well-built chest muscles. While not as soft as her breasts, they still provided a very sensual and feel. Before long, Mary Jane made her way down his perfectly toned abs and towards his penis, which was still sensitive from his climax. As soon as her lips reached the base of his shaft, she lightly grasped it in her hand. Then, she shot Peter another seductive glance that helped jar him from his daze.
“Let’s me try a little experiment, Tiger. I want to see just how good your recovery time can be under my expert skill,” she said.
“Um…okay,” said Peter, offering no objections whatsoever.
Having since caught his breath, Peter watched as Mary Jane gave him another round of oral sex – grasping his dick with one hand and enveloping it in her mouth. With the same skill she had shown earlier during her lap dance, she began sucking and slurping along the length of his shaft. This time, however, she was gentler – sucking him with the utmost care. It was a little overwhelming at first due to the sensitivity of his member, but it quickly passed. Before he knew it, his penis was becoming erect again.
It both surprised and intrigued Peter. Mary Jane was genuinely curious about his sexual capabilities and she wanted to test them. He remembered joking about it with women like Black Cat, but even she never dared to test him and he never dared to ask. This woman wanted to know. It was yet another testament to her sexual nature, which she already did a great job establishing.
His superhuman physiology eventually did its thing. Despite still being short of breath, he rose up slightly and grasped Mary Jane’s head as it bobbed up and down the length of his shaft. Her oral sex skills once again amazed him. The way her lips and tongue slid and slithered around his cock helped his body defy the limits of typical male biology.
“Ahhh damn!” gasped Peter as her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. “I…I’m hard again, already. That’s got to be a record!”
“A record indeed,” said Mary Jane, also impressed by his arousal.
She gave Peter’s penis a few more playful licks and a good stroke to secure his As soon as he was fully aroused again, Mary Jane rose up and crawled back on top of him – straddling his pelvis and hovering over him like the sex goddess she was.
“Peter…keep making love to me,” said Mary Jane intently.
“Wasn’t planning on stopping anyways,” said Peter with a grin.
“Beyond that – don’t hold back,” she added. “We both want this – to take chances and connect. We’ve both been holding back in our own ways. Let’s not do that tonight.”
“Agreed!” he said. “If you think you can handle a man with superpowers, I’m game.”
“And if you think you can handle a pussy like mine, I am too,” replied Mary Jane with a mischievous grin. “Connecting with someone might be hard, but it can still be a lot of fun!”
They both laughed playfully before letting their desires guide them again, meeting in another passionate kiss. This time it was messier and more playful. Mary Jane made it clear that she believed she could keep up with Spider-Man in bed and she intended to deliver.
With their lips still entwined, Mary Jane reached behind her and grasped Peter’s penis once more. She then elevated her hips and guided it back towards the wet opening of her vagina. In an eager display of lust and desire, she plunged her hips downward and drove his dick back up into her pussy. They each let out deep moans at the feeling of their flesh uniting again and they eagerly followed this feeling into a new round of ecstasy.
‘She doesn’t want me to hold back. I don’t want to hold back either. I want this…so bad. I need this…in so many ways. I don’t think I’ve ever just let it go like this. Then again, I’ve never met a woman like Mary Jane. This connection – whatever it is and whatever comes of it – I like it! And a little fun on the side sure doesn’t hurt.’
They each shared a playful laugh as their bodies began moving again. More lust and desire continued to flow, evoking more pleasure and passion. There was no more need for seduction or spectacles. Basic desires and basic physical acts would fulfill their needs from here on out.
Mary Jane bounced her hips up and down, working the folds up her pussy up along the length of his shaft. Peter reached out and grabbed her butt that he had become so fond of, using his powerful grip to guide it along the way. As her hips bounced, Mary Jane kept palming Peter’s chest while she playfully kissed him – moaning and gasping to the flow of blissful sensations now coursing through her body. They soon settled into a steady rhythm. It wasn’t quite as intense as the one Peter utilized earlier to gain his first climax, but it was more than sufficient.
Mary Jane maintained this rhythm for a while to help set the tone of their lovemaking. Once the blissful sensations built up to a certain point, she rose up into an upright position and grasped his waist. Then, she began bouncing her hips faster, riding his cock with more vigor. She also grasped Peter’s right hand and transferred it from her butt to her clit. Without even having to tell him, he thoroughly rubbed it with his thumb – intensifying the sensations and sending her to the brink of another orgasm.
“Ooh Peter! Again – I…I’m going to cum again!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
“Again? Then by all means,” said Peter with a grin.
He watched intently while still rubbing her clit. Her naked body rocked and writhed on top of him, giving him a perfect view of Mary Jane’s naked beauty. He should’ve been surprised that a woman could have another orgasm this quickly, but he had since stopped being surprised by this woman. From here on out, Peter just worked under the assumption that Mary Jane was just that special.
After a few more gyrations of her hips, Mary Jane felt another surge of pleasure wash over her body. She threw her head back and grasped Peter’s hand, which was still on her clit. She then let out another moan of euphoria that filled the room. While the act of achieving orgasm was all too familiar to her, there was still something special about it when it came from Peter Parker.
But even with this latest sexual peak, Mary Jane craved more and so did Peter. There was still plenty of passion fueling them. This new connection they sought with each other filled them with so much energy. In each other’s grasp, they yearned to vent that energy. It just happened to manifest in the form of great sex.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” said Peter, now caressing her hips once more.
“Then by all means,” said Mary Jane, echoing his same words, “admire that beauty all you want!”
They laughed again, the spirit of their lovemaking becoming less desperate and more playful. Peter rose up once more into an upright position where Mary Jane eagerly took him in her arms. With his manhood still deep in her vagina, they shared another round of heated kissing and affectionate gestures.
From here on out, theirs passions and desires became simplified. Mary Jane didn’t need to employ any special skills and Peter didn’t need to play a role of any kind. They knew what they wanted and how to get it. The only challenge at this point was having as much fun as they could with these new passions.
It was a challenge that Peter and Mary Jane were all too eager to take on. Now locked in this state of playful passions, their lusts mixing with their desires as their lovemaking manifested through a variety of sex acts. They rolled around on the bed in a naked heap, humping and embracing in numerous positions – ruffling the sheets and rocking the bedframe. Hands, lips, and tongues swarmed over one another –becoming intimately familiar with every curve and sinew of each other’s bodies.
They allowed themselves to get creative at times, going at it in positions that would strain less capable lovers. Peter put some of his spider powers to good use. At one point, he pinned Mary Jane up against the wall over the headboard of her bed and thrusting up into her while his feet stuck to the wall. It was a bit awkward, but it ended up being a lot of fun. Mary Jane showed some creativity too. At one point, she had him holding her upside down – his face buried in her pussy while she sucked his cock. It defied gravity, but was still every bit as enjoyable.
Through these numerous and varied sex acts, Peter and Mary Jane shared in plenty of ecstasy. They each pushed their bodies and their skills to maximize the feeling – leading to multiple orgasms for both of them. For the first time, Peter really tested what his powers made him capable of. It turned out having superhuman endurance did come in handy during sex. He could climax, take a quick breather, and be ready again for more in only a few minutes. Mary Jane’s oral sex skills shortened that recovery period even more, keeping the ecstasy flowing.
But as impressive as his ability to climax was, Mary Jane still had him beat by a wide margin. Her capacity for multiple orgasms was even more impressive. The science geek in Peter understood that a woman’s physiology made it multiple orgasms easier. Mary Jane, being a professional and having so much experience, seemed to master this feat. He imagined many men had struggled to keep up with her. He made it a point to set himself apart.
‘This is it. This is what I’ve been missing. This man – this connection – I want him. No…I need him!’
‘This is it. This is what I’ve been missing – what I’ve been missing since Gwen died. This woman – this feeling – I want her. No…I need her!’
The feeling that Peter and Mary Jane created – beyond the pleasure and the orgasms – took on a greater meaning. As their lovemaking played out, they both came to appreciate its power. It felt like a culmination of many things, including luck and circumstances. That didn’t make it any less profound.
They had long since lost track of how long their lovemaking had played out. It could’ve been hours. It could’ve been a fraction of that. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was completing this connection. They kept pushing the limits of their bodies, working up a good sweat in the process. They soon settled into a less vigorous sexual rhythm – seeking to draw out the feeling rather than test their bodily limits. Eventually, those limits caught up with them, but not before sharing one last round of ecstasy.
For this final gasp of desire, Peter made use of his enhanced strength once more. He was in the center of the bed propped up on his knees, holding Mary Jane up in his arms. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist with the balls of her feet digging into his lower back. He held her up by the butt, bouncing her up and down his cock and evoking more blissful sensations in pursuit of one final peak.
Together, their bodies moved in a steady harmony of flesh. Mary Jane’s pelvis grinding against his while Peter’s arms guided her pussy along the length of his manhood. She clung to him, completely supported by his strength. Her sharp, high-pitched gasps filled the room, mixing with his labored grunts. She was close and so was he. Their bodies were about to give out, but not before they shared this feeling.
“Peter…I’m close again. I’m…so close! Please – one more! I want…one more!” said Mary Jane through her gasps.
“Me…me too, Mary Jane!” grunted Peter. “Think…this is…the last one…I can manage!”
“Then…let’s have it together!”
He smiled at her sentiment, despite the growing strain on their bodies. He could feel his peak approaching. He could also feel his body on the brink of giving out, but Peter refused to let that happen before he and Mary Jane achieved this mutual ecstasy.
Through this shared desire, their bodies coordinated with one another until they became synchronized. They slowed the pace of their movements, tightening their hold on one another. Finally, after a few more desperate motions, it happened. They both climaxed together.
Mary Jane’s inner muscles clamped down on Peter’s cock as another wave of pleasure shot through her. Her toes curled and she threw her head back once more, her nails digging into his neck as she clung to him for support. The added tightness around his member coincided with Peter’s own blissful release. He let out a long, deep grunt as he squeezed her butt and held her steady – soaking in every last sensation that coursed through him.
As his member throbbed and her pussy contracted, their respective ecstasy seemed to complement one another. The line between his pleasure and hers blurred to the point of obscurity. Something about that seemed so fitting. It was a perfect culmination to a night built around imperfect circumstances.
“Peter…” said Mary Jane, still gasping hard through the ecstasy.
“Mary Jane…” said Peter in a daze.
“I think…we need a breather,” he said.
Had he not been so lost in the pleasure, Peter would’ve laughed. But she was right. They had finally fulfilled their desires together. Now, they badly needed to catch her breath.
With his last bit of strength, Peter lifted Mary Jane off his throbbing manhood. He then felt his body and hers give out, collapsing on the bed together. He ended up lying flat on his back while Mary Jane ended up on top of him, her head resting on his chest. At this point, neither one of them didn’t even have enough energy to get under the sheets. Their bodies were limp and certain parts were quite sore. Even so, Peter couldn’t have been more content.
“Wow,” he said once his breath finally returned to him.
“I know. Wow,” said Mary Jane in agreement. “I’ve said that many times before after sex. I don’t think I’ve ever meant it this much before.”
“Yeah, it was…intense,” said Peter.
“Intense, strenuous, fun, mind-blowingly amazing – take your pick,” she said curtly.
“Mind-blowingly amazing sounds about right.”
“Agreed!”
Peter playfully kissed the top of her head. They then lingered in this content state, their naked bodies still entwined. He found himself gently stroking Mary Jane’s lower back while she affectionately caressed his chest. There was still a lot to take in and that didn’t just include the effects of mind-blowingly amazing sex.
“So…is it official now?” Peter found himself asking.
“What do you mean?” asked Mary Jane, sounding ready to pass out.
“I mean this – whatever we’re going to call it – this connection we wanted. Is it really official?”
“After what we did, I don’t know how much more official it can get.”
“I’m serious, Mary Jane.”
“So am I,” she replied.
Despite her exhaustion, she looked up from his chest and smiled. In her gaze, Peter saw no reservations. She had already accepted it. She already understood this feeling they had created and its implications.
“The way I see it, our lives have enough complications,” said Mary Jane. “You keep having to juggle your life as Spider-Man and Peter Parker. I keep having to juggle my life as Mary Jane, the person, and Mary Jane, the prostitute. With this – let’s just call it a connection for now – we have a genuine outlet.”
“An outlet? For what?” asked Peter curiously.
“For everything,” she answered. “For our good days and bad days – for our fears and frustrations – and yes, for basic physical needs as well.”
“I figured that last one was implied,” he said wryly.
“That goes without saying,” she said, giving him a playful swat.
She smiled up at him, but remained very serious. This was as important to her as it was to him. It had already become much more than she intended when she offered to give him the ultimate VIP treatment. Mary Jane was prepared to see where it went, whatever that might mean.
“I don’t claim to know where this will lead us. I’m not even sure how it’ll work,” said Mary Jane.
“That makes two of us,” said Peter.
“I do know this though – it’s worth doing. We might be able to function on our own. You can be a good Spider-Man without someone like me. I can be a good prostitute without someone like you. But at the end of the day, there’s only so much we can do on our own. At some point, we need to someone to help us with our burdens.”
“By sharing it?” he asked, now seeing where she was going with this.
“Not just sharing it – by making us both stronger,” said Mary Jane. “I like to think I’m a pretty strong woman – given what I do and what I’ve been through.”
“Nobody’s going to argue with you there,” said Peter.
“But I’d like to see how strong I can be with someone like you in my life, Peter Parker.”
As it to seal the deal, she gave him one last kiss on the lips. It conveyed to him everything else she couldn’t put into words. And Peter got the message. If there was any lingering uncertainty at this point, then it had effectively been nullified.
“I’d like that too, Mary Jane,” said Peter. “I think both Peter Parker and Spider-Man could benefit from having someone like you.”
“I’ll make sure they do,” said Mary Jane confidently, “and I’ll make sure they have fun in the process.”
“I’m all for that. More fun is good.”
“Yes. More fun is very good.”
“But for now…I need sleep – a lot of sleep.”
She gave him one last sexy smile before resting her head on his chest again. Peter smiled back, watching as she closed her eyes and slipped into a deep sleep. They were exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but in the best possible way.
With this woman in his arms, Peter understood that life in and out of the mask was going to change. But this time, he refused to approach it as a burden. He just proved in a very memorable way that he needed someone in his life. It didn’t matter if that someone was a prostitute. He needed someone with which he could be both Spider-Man and Peter Parker.
Ever since he took up this responsibility, he put himself in situations where one identity tore him from another. Whether it was navigating J. Jonah Jameson’s hatred of Spider-Man or Aunt May’s concern for Peter Parker, he made it so hard on himself by being in that position. With Mary Jane, he could just be himself.
And she could do the same with him, not having to hide her life as a prostitute. For once, they could be open and honest with another person. It shouldn’t have seemed like such a daunting prospect, but it was. Given the lives they lived, it was bound to be overwhelming. But the end result was so worth it.

The End
AN: Thank you all very much for reading this story. Please take the time to review. I haven't decided if I'll expand on this story at all, but I'm open to adding to it. Thanks again!
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